I never danced
So when all were excited for DJ nights at school
I was very upset
Nobody understood why I just couldn’t move my body, shake a little, smile a whole lot.
Or well I could go down the other route
And be all sexy and show the guys my moves
Sexualizing girls since the age of 10 was not an issue
I would stay at home and have no regrets
But you forced me to come
And your words always melted my inhibitions really quick
So I dressed up and told myself to keep a positive attitude
I showed up and waved at everybody
Got some drinks and small talked with people I would in class never look at once
Checked my phone a 100 times
When the music started,
All the girls came to me
To quickly hand over their bags and cellphones
So I could watch their belongings as I watched them party
Everybody already knew I wouldn’t step on the dance floor
My friends forgot all about me when the music played
I felt so invisible, so unwanted, so insignificant.
The pile of bags just kept growing on the chair beside me,
Many were on my lap,
I just wanted to throw them all and leave.
And so I did
And as I walked out searching for a ride back home
Tears blinded me
Half way home, I felt your phone in my pocket,
I cursed myself and headed back to school.
If this was fiction,
You would have been waiting for me to tell me your true feelings,
You would grab me and take me up to the roof,
You would look at me and recite your love poetry
You gave it to me and asked me if it was good enough,
I nodded and smiled still a little hopeful,
But yet again I became completely invisible
You saw her and fell on your knees
And I walked back home that night
Creating a salty river on the streets
Notes: dominant, jealous, possessive Chris; but also puppy-dog Chris, smut, fluff. (I just felt like doing this)
Summary: something short about Chris being jealous for no reason and letting you know who your daddy is.
You knew something was off the moment Chris walked up the few steps into the trailer, and slammed the door shut before locking it behind him. You were used to him sneaking in a private moment with you in between filming, but he always just closed the door quietly and never locked it, or made a show out of it for that matter. Now, he came stalking up to you, making you drop the items of clothing you were about to put back on a rack after steaming them, and just stare.
Anonymous said: Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit
fuck ya girly i gotchu
Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.
“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.
Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.
He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.
Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.
“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.
Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.
Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.
Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.
“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking his finger between his lips.
I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.
I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.
“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.
“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.
“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”
I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”
“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.
My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.
“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.
“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.
Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.
“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible. “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.
You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath
you. The smell of cooking bacon and
fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your
boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you. You lean your elbows on the counter and study
him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing. He’s making breakfast. Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast. It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn
attractive. You can’t help but
stare. At the way he looks in just a
pair of tight boxers, his back bare. At
the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over
BTS reaction to seeing you naked for the first time
Jin would blush when he saw you naked. He would be kinda embarrassed, but he’d just stare with his mouth open. He’d move a bit closer, give you a passionate kiss and whisper “You’re so beautiful….” in your ear as he ran his hands down your back.
He would bite his lip and look you over slowly. Yoongi would be surprised to come home to see you like that, but he most certainly wouldn’t mind. He’d give a small smirk and bite your neck. “I’ve been waiting to see your beautiful body like this…” he’d growl.
He would smirk and get as close to you as he could. “Wow… you’re amazing…” he’d whisper. Hoseok would run his hands over every bit of skin he could then go trace over the trial his hands left with his tongue. “Let’s have some fun tonight, babe.” He’d grumble lowly in your ear.
He would go from being all smiley to daddy in a matter of seconds. Namjoon’s eyes would turn dark as he saw you laying before him naked. He’d bite his lip, then lick over them. “All this for me, baby girl? I’ve been waiting to see your smooth skin for a while now.”
This boy would have the biggest eyes when he saw you. Jimin would be extremely surprise to see you like this. He would come over to you, slowly stroke your cheek and smile. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this, princess? That’s what matters to me.” He’d tell you. But you knew better. You saw how much he wanted you in his eyes, but he still put you before himself.
Tae would turn pretty red when he saw you, but quickly be right up on you. He’d have you pressed gently against the wall as he kissed all over your body. “You’re so soft… so delicate…. so gorgeous…” he’d say as he pressed you against his body, then leading you into the bedroom.
He would also be pretty embarrassed to see you so venerable. Jungkook would be pretty sweet once he first saw you, but as you continued, he would get more comfortable. He’d get a bit more dominate. “How did I get so lucky to have such an amazing girl like you? ” he’d say as he kissed all over your chest, working his way down.
I just learned that Kesh is voiced by Allegra Clark who is the same person who does Josephine in Inquisition and got so stoked. Not only is the vocal range absolutely impressive but it just makes me fan girl all over the place because Josephine was just wonderful and I hope Kesh will be too.
What are your opinions on John winchester... just my curiosity spiking?
Oh boy, that one.
I think he was a bad, neglectful parent. But I don’t agree with the pretty wide-spread characterization of him as a total demonic, drunk asshole who hates his kids’ guts and beats them up. I don’t think John actually beat them up – not on a regular basis, at least? I could maybe see arguments getting heated and violent, but not so much of a constant smackdown for every small mistake. He might have put them down verbally, if the Impala comment to Dean in the end of s1 was anything to go by… we all know Dean would never let Baby get rust or anything :(
I think he, kinda, destroyed them emotionally and totally didn’t provide enough support. He loved Sam and Dean, I’m pretty sure – but love alone’s not enough. He was a traumatized, scared man who wasn’t in the place to raise kids. I know it turned out that this childhood was the only way Sam and Dean could save the world. If they were raised happy and safe without any training and only ever becoming close with each other in their formative years, I doubt they could foil Lucifer’s plans that were thousands of years in the making in Swan Song. But John had no way of knowing that, so, that’s no excuse!
Also, that face that Dean makes in the Dark Side of the Moon when talking about John…
Yeah, that one. Poor guy. From the looks of it, John would never let them be kids, especially not Dean with his parentification burden. I could maybe understand wanting your kids to be ready if you know monsters are coming for them. But, damn, he could’ve stayed with them. Teach them how to shoot a gun if you really gotta, but you can also play catch with them and read them bedtime stories, yanno.
1. i don’t know how to say this so i’m just going to say it - don’t text me anymore. don’t call me. don’t ask me how i am when you feel lonely. don’t check up on me. don’t tell me you’re doing well. i don’t want to hear it. i don’t want to hear it because you fucking broke me. GOODBYE.
2. hey, okay, sooo i thought i could be friends with you but it hurts too much. not that you hurt me that much. no, i’m okay. i don’t cry in the shower anymore. some nights i actually fall asleep before 4 a.m. but then there’s some nights where i think about you and her kissing and it’s all that’s on my mind for days. no, no, it’s not like that. it’s not that i love you anymore or that i’m jealous. i just hate you for what you did to me. so yeah, anyways, just thought you should know i don’t want to be friends. hope you’re doing well though. maybe our paths will cross again.
3. i told myself many, many months ago that if i wanted this to work, if i wanted us to be friends, i couldn’t talk to you about my feelings ever again. i couldn’t turn every conversation into our failed relationship. so for many, many months, i’ve been letting it eat at me instead. i don’t want it to eat at me anymore and you don’t want to listen to me whine so i think this has to end. sorry.
4. hey, listen: some days i’m fine, but the smallest things get to me. like i’m pretty sure i saw you on her snapchat story. it’s none of my business, but i’m really mad at you for it. i’m really mad that you still talk to that girl you chose over me and you still like all of these girls’ facebook photos but you never like mine. and it’s not fair for me to be mad at you for having friends or being happy, i have no right to be, you didn’t do anything wrong. but it still gets to me, still eats away at me, still makes me want to knock down your door and ask you why the fuck you had to leave, why you had to do anything you did, why i poured all of my love into you that i didn’t have any left for myself and you took it and gave it to somebody else. god, this hurts. i don’t want you to know how badly this hurts but it does. i’m leaving you and taking this hurt with me.
5. hey, hope you’re doing well, but this still feels like a nightmare i’ll never wake up from. and i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, it’s not fair to you to have to listen to this shit because it’s been two whole years and i’m still not over it. and that’s my problem, not yours. it will never be your fault that i’m so goddamn sensitive. i’ve never been able to get over anything and i hate myself for it. please let me heal. please leave.
6. hey, remember the summer where i hooked up with the first guy who wasn’t you, when you had me blocked on everything and i couldn’t see what you were up to? well, i still read my posts from that summer and i was actually HAPPY. can you believe that? i was actually going about my life without you and i wasn’t thinking about what you did to me. but here i am again, thinking about it and the only thing that’s changed is that you speak to me. and i would love to be friends with you, i would, i’ve been trying so hard to be for months, but it’s making me so damn miserable. and i’m so jealous that she gets to be friends with you and i don’t. i’m sorry i’m not her. i’m sorry i never will be.
7. i’ve been ignoring your messages on purpose and you keep texting me again and it’s exhausting to have to ignore you all of the time and feel so guilty about it. i just don’t understand how you just don’t get the hint. so here’s a bigger one: LEAVE ME ALONE.
8. hey, okay, i know this is sudden but i don’t want to hear from you anymore. i don’t want to think about this anymore. i want to move on with my life and there’s no room for you in it. it was stupid of me to think that just because you’ve always been a good friend to me that we can be friends. we can’t.
9. hey. first off, i want to say i’m sorry, i just need to do what’s best for me. secondly, thank you for always being there when i needed you, but i don’t need you anymore. for now, it has to be just me. it feels like i’m breaking up with you and we’re not even dating, but this is it - this is goodbye. forever. don’t contact me.
10. all you ever did was hurt me. fuck you. i don’t want to see your stupid fucking name on my phone anymore. fucking get out. leave.
10 text messages i’m afraid to send because i don’t want to say goodbye to you, not again
Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise
Warnings- language like usual, angst
A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!
You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.
But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.
To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.
It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.
A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.
“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”
“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.
You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!
“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.
Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.
“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.
You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.
“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.
“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”
You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.
His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.
You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.
And the moment was gone.
“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.
He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”
And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.
During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.
Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”
“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.
“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”
“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.
You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.
Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.
It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.
You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.
You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?
“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.
She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.
He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.
It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.
You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.
When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.
The side door slid open.
“What the hell…?” you mumbled, standing up straight.
As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.
You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.
The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.
He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.
You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.
“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”
“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”
You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.
“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.
“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.
There was yelling and a lot of gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.
You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.
Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”
When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.
“What…what happened?” you breathed.
“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice, it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?
You could hear him calling your name.
Or, was it Spiderman.
You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.
And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.
He felt sick.
He felt tired.
He felt like he had died.
But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.
He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.
He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.
He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.
But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.
He did this too you, and it was killing him.
The door opened, and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.
Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.
“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.
“What? I thought you said-”
“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”
The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.
“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.
For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.
He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?
He took your limp hand in his.
He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.
Finally tell you he loved you.
But for now, this was as close as he could get.
He would just have to wait and hope.
What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!
Requested: No Words: 2792 Warnings: angst? (I’m not sure if you can actually consider this angst), smutttttt Description: You and Yoongi come back from a date, which was ruined by Yoongi being jealous. While trying to tease him, things get heated…. ~~~~~~~~~~~ You stormed into the house, immediately taking your heels off after entering and putting them beside the door.
You heard the door close, and that was like a signal for you to go off. “What the hell, Yoongi? Can’t we just have one normal date? Why do you always have to ruin it?” You questioned, turning towards your boyfriend.
“I didn’t ruin anything.” He said simply, making you more angry than you already were.
“You ruined everything! This was supposed to be a perfect, amazing date, but you just had to get us kicked out of that restaurant, didn’t you?” You asked. “You love causing problems, don’t you?”
Yoongi began taking his shoes off while he spoke. “It’s not my fault. That waiter kept hitting on you. What else was I supposed to do?” He questions.
You rolled your eyes, recollecting the memory from about an hour ago when your boyfriend of two years had “accidentally” poured his drink on the male waiter that happened to be serving your table.
Request: Hey hi! could i request smth? A harry potter x reader like they get in an argument & she raises her hand to hit/slap him but he catches her arm, backs her to a wall and whisper, “wanna try that again, sweetheart?” thank you!! from @friceaurelia07
I feel like I always say this, but it has been a while… Please excuse my absence from writing imagines.
Also, jealousy is fun to write about but I don’t necessarily know how to … like write about it… So I just made the reader mad at something so stupid. I hope you don’t mind…
Requests are open! (just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You and Hermione were walking to The Great Hall with your books in your hands. The two of you were in a playful debate about which of your favorite novels were the best. “Well, ‘Mione, The Great Gatsby a great novel and all, but it’s not my type.”
As the two of you neared your group of friends, you felt a frown form on your face. Ginny had taken your usual spot next to your boyfriend, Harry, and had been ruffling his hair, giggling. “Oh, (Y/N), you know she means well.” Hermione whispered as you picked up your pace and plopped yourself in between the two.
“Good morning, love.” Harry greeted, leaning in to kiss your lips before you moved your head, making him kiss your cheek instead.
“Hello, Potter.” You said in an emotionless tone. “Don’t you have some place to be, Ginny? Don’t you have a bedtime?”
“Don’t you? You’re just a year older, (Y/N).” Ginny said, raising her eyebrows.
“Ginny, why don’t we go for a walk, yeah?” Hermione piped up. “The sun’s setting. I’d love to compare the sky to your hair. Let’s see if the colors would… um… match.” She got up and pulled the younger witch away.
Ron pretended to yawn and said his farewells to you and Harry, not wanting to be in the middle of a lovers’ quarrel. Harry began to put away his parchment and his quill. “You don’t have to be so rude to Ginny, love. She’s just a kid. She has crushes, let it be.”
“So when I see another girl practically all over you, you expect me to just sit there with a smile on my face and let her?” You said, standing up when he did. Draco and his posse all smirking, hearing the two of you argue.
“Watch out, lovers’ quarrel!” Draco hollered as you and Harry walked out.
The two of you stopped in an empty hallway. “I’m not saying you have to just let it happen. All I’m saying is that you should trust me enough to let me handle it.” Harry explained as he reached over to hold your hand but you yanked it away.
“I do trust you, Harry. But from what I saw back there, you weren’t even trying to stop her. It was like you enjoyed her hands in your hair!” You exclaimed, your voice bouncing against the walls.
“What if I did? It feels nice to have someone comb through your hair, you know!” Harry yelled back, putting his things down and instantly regretting it. “That is not what I meant, (Y/N). Don’t be mad, love!”
“If you want someone to comb through your hair, then call me, not Ginny! I can’t believe you would. You are so- ugh!” You said, beginning to walk away but he grabbed onto your wrist to stop you.
“Harry James Potter, if you do not let go of me this instant!” You screamed, bringing your freehand up, readying to slap him, but he caught it and backed you into the wall.
“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?” He whispered, looking into your eyes through his glasses. You stood there frozen but then Harry pressed his lips to yours and you felt as if you were thawing. He pulled away first and then smiling down at you. “You know, (Y/N), Jealousy Suits You.”
I’M SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS. IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE WRITTEN AN IMAGINE!!!!!