he did move when i got into bed

MORNING AFTER WITH BTS || Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?

Seokjin:

★you and jin had shared a bed many times

★so waking up next to you wasn’t something that bothered him

★he was used to waking up with a dead arm because you were laid on it

★what did bother him was that the two of you were naked

★he’d scrunch up his face trying to piece the small bits of memory he had together

★the panic would rise slightly as he tried to remember if he was protected

★that would soon be quashed when he saw the foil wrapper on the bedside drawers

★he’d then begin to panic over what would happen when you woke up

★would you leave and never talk to him again?

★over something the two of you couldn’t even remember?

★he decided to just treat it like any other time you two wake up together

★he carefully moved you from his arm and onto a pillow

★pulled on a pair of pyjamas

★and went to cook breakfast for the two of you

★when you finally woke and went to find him in the kitchen he’d offer you a small smile

★’you’re making omelette?’

★’it’s your favourite’

★’no egg pun with that?’

★’my egg puns aren’t craking today’

★’oh thank god. i thought you were going to be off with me’

★’why would i do that?’

★’you might see me different after last night’

★’i do see you different’

★’oh’

★’i see you as a god/goddess. now sit down and have your breakfast’

★the two of you ate while talking about the last thing you remember from last night

★'it isn’t as bad as they make it look in movies. we haven’t screamed at eachother, nor do we regret it’

★’you don’t regret it?’

★’i got to sleep with the most handsome man in the world, what’s to regret?’

★’you’re such an idiot’



Yoongi:

★more like afternoon after 

★you woke before him

★and decided it would be best to let the poor guy try get as much sleep as possible

★when you move to get off the bed to dress and leave, he’ll groan as his sleep was disturbed

★he’d watch you pull on your clothes then clear his throat

★’so that’s it? you’re not even going to tell me how i was?’

★’how do you not know how you were?’

★’i was drunk’

★’so was i’

★’well we’re just gonna have to do it again’

★when you threw a piece of clothing at him he’d laugh and sit up

★’you want to go get breakfast?’

★’it’s two in the afternoon’ 

★’we’re breaking the fast, Y/N. therefore it’s breakfast’

★’here’s me thinking i would have breakfast made for me’

★’i’m just as disgusted about last night i deserve compensation in the form of food also’

★when you frowned at his words, he’ll reach to pull you back onto the bed

★’it’s called a joke, love’

★he’d wrap the covers around you along with his arms

★he’d nuzzle his face into you

★and his hands would come to rest on your stomach under your shirt

★’i was serious about the doing it again thing. i’d like to do it again many times’ 

★’is that your way of asking me to be your friend with benefits?”

★’no, that was my way of asking if you’d be my girlfriend/boyfriend’

★’will i get breakfast in bed?’

★’no’

★’then it’s a no from me’

★’you little shit’

★you’d both stay laid in bed until your stomach growled

★he’d order food from his phone

★’i could cook’

★’it would require you getting out of bed’

★’we can’t stay in bed forever’

★’not with that attitude you can’t’

★he really loves to play with your hands???

★he’ll trace shapes, lyrics, his shopping list

★when it’s time for you to leave, he’ll kinda just stretch out on the bed 

★and pout

★’take me up on my offer of going out with me’

★’why should i?’

★’because i never want to wake up without you again’


Hoseok:

★softest gentleman to ever live

★when he got out of bed, he’d wrap the covers over you so none of you was exposed

★he’d go and start breakfast and make you both coffee

★when he returned to the room to see you waking up he’d turn to mush

★’breakfast is cooking. do you want to join me for a quick shower?’  

★’that would be lovely’

★’i’ve only got shower gel for me, so you’ll have to smell like me for a while’

★he’d help you out of bed and walk you to the bathroom  

★when under the water, he’ll massage your shoulders and back 

★’i could get used to this’ 

★he’d laugh and pull you back to him 

★’do you want to get used to it?’

★he’d sway with you in his arms

★’we should go eat’

★helps you get dried 

★let’s you wear something from his wardrobe

★gushes over it

★is a big ball of mush for you

★sits you on the sofa and spoon feeds you breakfast



Namjoon:

★he’d warm with joy when he wakes up to see your naked form curled into him

★though his smile would quickly fade when he saw the bruises that decorated your skin

★his fingers would run over one slowly

★you’d give a groan in response and he’d move away quickly

★’why did you stop?’ 

★you moved to look up at him

★a frown of your own on your face when you saw his expression

★’do you want me to leave?’

★’no! no, it’s just that I made a mess of you’

★you’d look down to your chest and giggle at the purple spots you now adorned

★’it’s not funny! you should’ve stopped me!’

★’why? it obviously felt good’

★’it looks painful’

★’i think it looks pretty. a souvenir, if you will’

★his mood would lift back up at your laughing 

★he’d move to hover over you and kiss all over the marks  

★he’d help you get dressed 

★would try his best to brush you hair

★but ends up getting the brush stuck

★so he gives up and lets you take over

★this poor pup can’t cook for his life so out to mcdonalds you go

★he’d wrap his arm around you while you walked 

everything happens for a reason, you know’

★‘yeah, it was always destined for you to take me to mcdonalds for lunch’



Jimin:

★jimin took good care of you as your friend

★but after you’d been intimate hot damn be prepared to be treated like royalty

★you’d wake up on your own

★but a few seconds after you’d see him walk through the door with a tray in his hands

★’you’re not leaving until I’ve fed you’

★’who said i was planning on leaving?”

★you’d both giggle alot

★after eating breakfast together in bed, you’d flop next to him and sigh

★’tell me how much you liked it~’ 

★’it was alright’

★’alright? alright wouldn’t have made you moan like that’

★’how do you remember that?’

★’you don’t forget the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard’

★’shut up’ 

★he’d lay over you to stop you from getting up

★’are we still friends?’

★'you wanna be friends after i had you a quivering mess beneath me? i don’t think so. we’re walking away at least friends with benefits. but me being your boyfriend would be ideal’

★soft bub would turn red when you agreed to the whole dating thing

★he’d move to pin your arms on the bed and straddle your stomach

★’tell me you love me’

★’i don’t’

★’then why’d you say yes?’

★’you got a nice butt’

★would attack you with kisses



Taehyung:

★if you think you could sneak out of bed think again

★he’d have his limbs wrapped around you so tight while you slept

★so when you woke up, you’d try to shimmy out of his grip

★but gave up shortly after 

★so you just laid and waiting for him to wake up

★and when he did you’d be smothered in kisses

★he’d be so happy that you’re still here

★’you didn’t leave?”

★’how could i leave when you’ve got me in a death grip?’

★’oh, sorry’

★he’d free you from the cage his limbs made 

★so you can finally stretch

★upon stretching you finally feel the numbness in your lower half

★b/c my boy goes h a r d 

★when he hears you wince, he frowns and pulls you close to him

★probably says ‘sorry’ 2343223 times

★will run a bath for you to ease some of the throbbing

★but ends up joining you 

★hums while washing your hair

★when you’re dried and dressed he’ll cook for you

★and by cook i mean make toast for you

★he’d sit opposite you, watching you eat

★’is there something on my face?’

★’you’re glowing’

★he’d giggle as your cheeks turned red

★’you look very pretty in the morning’

★’you’re very greasy in the morning’

★he wouldn’t let you out of his sight

★for some reason he thinks you’re ten times more fragile after sex

if another member comes near you he’ll wrap you close to him


Jungkook:

★one huge misunderstanding

★you’d had to leave for whatever reason

★so when he woke up to find your side empty he frown

★and kinda just lay there

★trying to remember as much from last night as possible

★he thought you regretted it because you left

★so he wouldn’t text you

★he didn’t want to feel uncomfortable

★and you thought he didn’t text you beause he was ashamed 

★the two of you would just mope around

★the other members would be upset by the shift of mood

★they’d plan to lock you in a room until you sorted things out and things could go back to normal 

★’so’

★’so’

★’you alright?’

★’missed you a bit, but i’m good’

★’you missed me?’

★’yeah, not having you to talk to is awful’

★’i thought you were ashamed’

★’and i thought you were embarrased’

★’we didn’t speak for two weeks because of a misunderstanding?’ 

★’well when we’re done here you’re coming to the dorms and staying until further notice. I have two weeks to catch up on’ 

thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

EXO reaction when you find out they’re a part of a mafia

Request:  Hi! Can you do exo reaction when you find out they are in mafia? Thank you very much!!!

Hell. Yes. I. Can. I actually live for mafia! exo so thank you you angel for requesting this. Here it goes.


Xiumin:

Since you were now married, Xiumin thought it would be right to tell you. You can’t leave him now that you’re married to him, not that he would let you if you weren’t either. You truly loved Minseok, you did. You promised each other that you would love each other unconditionally until the end of time. You even said so in your vows.

As much as you loved him, or thought you did, you couldn’t take this. He lied to you for years but worse than that, he’s a cold blooded murderer. When you demanded a divorce he just scoffed.

‘’But darling, we just got married. We haven’t even been on our honey moon yet.’’

‘’Stop playing games Minseok! I can’t be with a murderer like you!’’

‘’I’m sorry but did you forget what you said in your vows? That you would love me no matter what, until the end of time. You promised jagi, and I expect you to keep that promise.’’

Originally posted by baekintime

Suho:

You really wished you didn’t find out. You couldn’t believe your ears. Junmyeon thought you were upstairs so he decided to make a phone call. You just went downstairs to ask him what movie does he wanna watch tonight, but stopped in your tracks as you heard him talking rather angrily on the phone. He was in the kitchen when you were right outside of the door. What he said was enough for you to connect the dots.

All the late night shifts, the long hours, the traveling, the smell of blood that you sometimes noticed on his clothes. You always ignored it or just thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. But now you knew. And so did he. He knew that you found out as soon as he walked through that door. He saw the look of shock and fear on your face.

‘’This was bound to happen sooner or later. But, just so you know, you’re still mine. This changes nothing between us.’’

‘’What are you talking about? It changes everything! Junmyeon I need to leave I-’’

‘’Woah, woah there sweetheart. You aren’t going anywhere. You are my  fiancé, my angel. I can’t let you go.’’

‘’You’re crazy!’’

He laughs ‘’Maybe, but only for you.’’

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


Lay:

You found out about Yixing’s dirty little secret after a bunch of men kidnapped you. They thought you knew, but you didn’t. Not until then at least. They held you in their prison for days, trying to pry information out of you. You were completely broken. You thought you would die in there, after you just found out your boyfriend of a couple of years was a part of the mafia. Yixing of course came after you. You were not thinking straight, you forgot all the hate and fear and just ran into his arms, because you were finally out of that prison. When you were walking to the car, for Yixing to take you home, you saw more than a few dead bodies. This brought you back to the harsh, painful reality. You couldn’t get in a car with a murderer.

‘’Yixing, I… I can’t stay with you. Not after this. I need to leave.’’

‘’What do you mean leave? I just got you back, you can’t just leave me after I’ve searched and worried for you day and night. After fearing that I lost the one I loved-’’

‘’Well, you did. If you truly loved me you’d let me out of this hell.’’

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes ‘’Let you go? I can’t. I love you. You can’t just leave me like this! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!’’

‘’Yixing I need to leave! Not that I only need to leave, I want to leave! I can’t stay with someone like you.’’

His heart broke at that moment. He couldn’t believe that he has to do this. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t let you leave. You’re his everything.

‘’I’m sorry baobei.’’ was all he said before he nodded at his men, and the next thing you felt were handcuffs clicking on your wrists.

You just looked at him with complete disappointment and disbelief, while he avoided eye contact.

Originally posted by wendeer


Baekhyun:

You were married to Baekhyun for almost a year, and you couldn’t be happier. Until one night. You were having dinner as usual and everything was normal. Except Baek wasn’t that talkative. You guessed it was something that happened at work and didn’t want to bother him about it. Then he casually, like he was having a normal conversation, said that he was a part of the mafia.

‘’Just thought it was time you should know.’’

The fork and knife you held clattered to the plate. You swallowed nervously, you were in complete shock. ‘’You’re kidding, right?’’

‘’No, I’m not. When did I ever lie to you?’’

‘’Um, maybe these past few years?!’’ you yelled. You didn’t plan on yelling that loud, it just came out.

‘’What did you expect me to do Y/N? Just mention to you on our first date that I’m in the mafia?’’

‘’You don’t seem to have a problem with it now!’’

‘’Because now you can’t leave. We’re married.’’

You laughed in his face ‘’Can’t leave? Sure as hell I can! Watch me.’’

You stomped to the door. You looked behind you to see if he was going after you, but he wasn’t. He continued sitting at the table. When you made it to the double door, you swung it open only to find two tall men with guns in their hands.

Now it was his turn to laugh in your face.

‘’You’re not going anywhere without me, sweetheart.’’

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe


Chen:

You knew for a couple of weeks now, he told you one night. And that night is the night you stopped seeing him as your loving, caring Jongdae. You were of course not going to stay with him, but you didn’t react right away. You were a smart woman, he wasn’t going to trap you that easily. So you waited a week to catch him off guard when you do actually try to leave.

And you did. You somehow sneaked out and now, instead of Seoul, you were in Busan. First mistake. Busan is too close so he tracked you down easily. 

You were lying on your bed in your small hotel room trying to sleep. You were close, until you heard a knock on the balcony door. You groggily got up, still sleepy, but you woke up quickly when you saw Jongdae waving at you from the other side of your balcony. He gestured at you to move away from the glass, and in fear, you did. He pulled out a gun and shot it at the glass making it break. He stepped into your hotel room with open arms and a smile on his face.

‘’Baby! I missed you!’’ He said with an overly cheerful voice. ’’I gotta say, it was clever of you to catch me off guard like this. I always knew you were intellegent.’’ He then grabbed your face roughly. ’’My type of woman,’’ and with that, he started kissing you. Roughly.

‘He’s insane’ you thought. But then you realized you were kissing him back with just as much passion. ‘I’m insane.’

And you went home with him. To your home.

Originally posted by ceozhang


Chanyeol:

You didn’t even know this guy. Alright you kind of did, but you felt like you didn’t know him. You were dating this sweet, sweet guy for almost two months now and it was the best two months of your life. Until one night.

You were at this exlusive ass club together that he somehow got you two into and as it was pretty late and you were tired as hell, you decided to go home. You two were walking to the parking lot that was not far but not close from the club either. As you were walking down a shady street, a couple of sleezy guys started hitting on you. Chanyeol was furious, which was understandable.

But when three guys tried holding him back while the other one had you cornered against a wall with a knife against your neck, he didn’t hesitate to kill.

It all happened so fast. He swiftly pulled out his gun, that you had no idea he had, and shot each and every one of them. The rest was just a blur of tears and him frantically trying to comfort you and explain what he said. The only thing you caught was that he was in the mafia.

You tried to free yourself from his grip and run away somewhere, as far away from him as you could. But his grip on you was too strong it hurt.

‘’Let me go! HELP! HE-’’

He pressed his hand against your mouth blocking your screams. He had no idea what to do now. He, a man that was a part of a big and dangerous mafia, had no clue what to say or do now. So he pleaded. For the first time in his life, he pleaded.

‘’Please don’t leave me. You can’t. You won’t right? Look at what I did to protect you. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone. We’re gonna go home now okay? And you’re gonna stay with me right? Yeah.’’

You didn’t know if this guy was sick or something, but you kept shaking your head with tears streaming down your eyes and he somehow took that as a yes.

Not that you have a choice anyway.

Originally posted by parkchny


D.O:

You were his princess. No, his queen. His everything. None of this would matter without you. The money, the houses, the cars, the mafia, his life. He was nothing without you. He was never this weak around anyone. And Kyungsoo doesn’t like being weak.

He trusted you with this. With his secret. You acted understanding at first, only a little scared. That was very smart of you. But when he found out you went to the fucking police with all of this information about him he lost it. You forced him and his people to kill a bunch of officers. His gang wanted to kill you too, but him, being the love struck idiot he is, did not allow it. He would never ever let anyone hurt his angel.

That doesn’t mean he still trusts you though. On the contrary, he lost all trust in you. He swore to himself he would never be completely honset with you again. He still fucking loves you though. Of course he does. You made him weak.

Even though you were the one in the cage in his room and he was the one with the key to it you still managed to control him. 

‘’I can’t believe you did that to me.’’ He laughed ‘’You betrayed me. I should never let you out of this cage. Actually, I should let my gang kill you. But I can’t. I love you. As cunning or backstabbing you are, I love you,’’ he sighed. ‘’But you’re not getting out of that cage soon.’’

‘’But Soo~’’ you said in a voice that made him melt. ‘’You know I love you too. And I’m sorry I went to the police. But can you blame me? I panicked! I would never betray you on purpose. Now, baby, let me out of this cage?’’

Lies, lies, lies. You were lying and you both knew it. He damn well knew that lying, evil poison was dripping from your lips. But how could you make it sound so beautiful and innocent? Truly a goddess he had before him.

So he unlocked the cage which you then crawled out of. He took you in his arms which you got comfortable in. You burried your head in his neck and, knewing he could feel it, smirked.

Originally posted by kimxiumindaddy


Kai:

He didn’t want to tell you. He wanted to keep it a secret forever. But you deserved the truth. And it crushed you. It crushed him as well. As soon as he told you you fell apart in front of him. It broke his heart to see you so scared and sad. It hurt his soul when you flinched when he came closer to you. He just wanted to comfort you but you slapped his hand away.

‘’I hope you know that I love you and that this doesn’t change anything. I wi-’’

You cut him off right there, ‘’Doesn’t change anything? It changes absolutely everything Jongin!’’ you screamed ‘’You’re a murderer! A killer! How am I supposed to be with someone like that? How am I supposed to have a family with someone like that?’’ The last part came out in a whisper.

Jongin also had tears in his eyes. ‘’F-family?’’

‘’Yes a family! We’re married. We’re supposed to have a future together. We were supposed to have kids that would have normal lives. Now all of that is out of the question.’

‘’It’s not! We’re still married! We can still have a family! I still love you!’’

‘’Yeah, well I can’t say the same back anymore.’’

‘’You’re lying.’’ His voice cracked.

Of course you were lying. You were lying to him and to yourself.

‘’You’re lying. You’re lying! You’re not gonna leave me.’’

‘’I can’t be with a murderer.’’

That’s what he was. A murdurer. A drug dealer. A hacker. Everything you teach your kids not to be. He knew this. And it ate his soul away every night. Except when you’re with him. With you he felt like Jongin and not like Kai- the mafia’s assasin. He couldn’t let something precious like that go.

So he didn’t. ‘’You’re my happiness. I can’t let my happiness go.’’ And so your fate was sealed.

Originally posted by xehun


Sehun:

When he one day came back home late, as usual, he saw you and all most of your belongings were gone. He was disappointed honestly. He trusted you. He knew he’d get you back easily though, so he decided not to panic. He kept calm while he called a couple of his ‘friends’ to help him find you. Sehun would never admit it but his heart shattered to pieces.

He was hurt.

But he knew this would happen sooner or later. Deep inside he hated himself for doing what he does. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get out of this world so with years of practice he pushed the guilt to the back of his mind. he couldn’t escape. And neither could you.

When you came face to face again both you and him expected him to be angry, but he was more hurt than angry.

‘’Why did you just leave like that? Without saying goodbye? Without a single note behind?’’

‘’What did you expect me to do Sehun? Stay with a murderer? A terrorist? I honestly can’t understand you-’’, you would’ve went, when he interupted you.

‘’Listen, I know what I fucking am. Talk shit about me all you want, I know it all. You don’t have to repeat it.’’ he kept a straight face while saying this ‘’You think I chose this life?! Do you really thi-’’

‘’No! But you chose to stay in this life. Don’t you dare try playing the fucking victim here Sehun.’’

Your words shot pain straight to his heart. It was amazing how he was just faced with the truth itself, but still managed to somehow push it aside.

He gestured at his men to cuff you, so they did and threw you in the car.

‘How can he do this to me?’ you thought. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall. You still loved him. And you’ll keep on loving him for god knows how long. You didn’t want to admit that, you’d rather avoid the truth. Just like him.

Originally posted by lullabyun




Ugh finally! I’ve worked on this for so long. I’m sorry it took this long :( Hope you guys like it! Sorry that some are longer than others. Some are really long bc I just couldn’t stop lol. And hopefully more mafia au related shit will be coming.

“Did You Just Stab Me?”

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 1685

Warnings: Sort of angsty. I don’t know what to file this under. I guess some humor?

Summary: “Did you just stab me?”

A/N: This is for @bladebarnes 4K celebration Writing Challenge. CONGRATS DARLING :) :) :) Permanent tag list is closed. Sorry! Bucky tag list is nearly closed. Others are still open so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you want to be tagged in HERE (in anything but the permanent tag list).

Originally posted by wintersthighs

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Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.

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“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)

~ Jimin Leading You On ~ PART FIVE

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Originally posted by jimiyoong

Pressing the answer button, you took a deep breath. “Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yup,” you rolled your eyes at the question. Who else was going answer?

“I uh– Are you free right now?” Checking your watch, you nodded to yourself, although Jimin couldn’t see you. You had plans with Yoongi at six and it was three right now.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Do you think we could meet up? We need to talk?”

As if pondering the answer, you stalled, “I don’t know. Depends. Are you going to be a jerk?”

“Y/N,” Jimin trailed off and it was clear he was on the verge of getting frustrated.

“I’m being serious, Jimin. I’m not trying to make you angry,” you switched the phone to your non dominant hand and walked throughout your apartment.

“I won’t be a jerk. I promise.”

“Fine, then. Meet me at the park in fifteen?”

“Sure thing. See you then, Y/N,” he sighed into the phone.

“Bye.” You ended the call and slumped against your sofa. I guess it’s now or never, right?

Walking to the park felt much more dramatic then it needed to be. Your brain kept asking unnecessary questions like, was he going to apologize, or did he come to convince you that you were being melodramatic? But one question, for yourself, still stood. Were your feelings still the same? 

When you saw him, were you going to be flung into the affections you desperately wanted to bury once he said those things about you? Or were you stronger than this?

Hearing your name called, you turned around and spotted him a few feet away, jogging up to you. 

“Hey,” he said, out of breath.

“Hi,” you greeted, softly.

Looking up at your state, his face displayed a look of guilt. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“You are?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“I shouldn’t have said those things behind your back, or said them at all for that matter.”

“What do you mean ‘said them at all’?”

Scratching the back of his neck, he winced, “The boys, they ah–tried to set me up with you. After a few times of denying feelings, they kept urging me and I guess I got pretty angry at them and blew up. Only, I meant to blow up at them. Not you. I accidentally wrote all those things in the wrong group chat. Not that that excuses my actions. But it was an act purely out of frustration and I never came clean right away because I was…afraid you’d hate me.”

“Oh,” was all you could say before looking down at the ground. 

“And when I did reach out to you, you didn’t answer. So, I assumed the worse and that you didn’t care about me anymore. Then we came home from dinner and you and Yoongi were on the couch all cuddled up, looking…perfect,” he trailed off, looking away so you could see the slight redness of his cheeks.

“Wait,” you blinked, “Did you say cuddled?”

Laughing at your puzzled expression, he nodded, “Yeah, you must’ve fell asleep on him because when we woke him up, he tiredly carried you to his room and came back shortly after to fall back asleep on the couch. How else did you think you got there?” 

Honestly? You had no idea. You never thought about why you woke up in Yoongi’s bed. Shrugging off the thought, your attention went back to Jimin.

“Is there anything…” he held up both hands and pointed his pointer fingers from side to side. 

“I…don’t know,” you stammered.

“You don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Well before all of this happened, I would’ve said no because I’ve been too busy focusing on you but when I wasn’t…” you trailed off, too afraid of what might come out of your mouth. 

“You’re afraid of moving on?” he furrowed his brows. There’s that word again. Afraid. What were you afraid of?

Looking away from him so he couldn’t see the distress in your face, you sighed. “You don’t like me, and that’s fine! But I’m just afraid what could change. Things between us didn’t necessarily go ‘Yipee!’”

“Well then the question still stands. Do you still have feelings for me or did that in any way change after what happened?” 

He wasn’t trying to put you on the spot. He was helping you. Did you see Jimin in the same light as before? Definitely not. Would that affect whether or not your heart belongs to him? Only you could answer that question and in order to answer it, you had to accept yourself and the feelings you were too afraid to admit.


I FINALLY DID PART FIVE!! It took a few days but I did it! Now, with who OC ends up with, it’s all up to you and how things pan out🤷

anonymous asked:

99 w barry?

Title : Come Sit

Summary : After a long day at your work, your boyfriend Barry decides to help relieve some of your stress- but not in the usual way.

Word Count : idk, probably over 1k

Warnings : smutt, cursing

Prompt : “Come sit in my lap.”

Pairing : Barry Allen x reader

A/N : here you go lovely anon! Hope you enjoy this!

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Originally posted by sensualkisses


It was just a little under 11:00 p.m., and you had just gotten home from your very long day of work. You sighed in relief as you slid off your heels and shrugged off your coat, putting it on the chair. Shuffling to your bedroom, you don’ t even notice Barry sitting on your shared bed, his eyes watching your every move as he looks up from his book. You waste no time in taking a hot shower, letting the warmth wrap around you like a blanket. When you got out you walked back into your bedroom and slid on some underwear and one of Barry’s shirts. It hung low on you, the end stopping at about the top of your knees.

Chuckling, Barry set his book on the nightstand next to him. “Rough day?” He asked, sitting himself up slightly. You nodded, sitting in the middle of the bed with your legs crossed.

“Very, all I did was get coffee, take orders from my stupid boss, run up and down the stairs; in heels-” Letting out a frustrated sigh you rub your face with your palms.

Come sit in my lap, angel.” Barry says, grabbing your hands. You smile a little and move your way up the bed and over Barry’s body until your sitting in his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled, which made you smile back at him.  he hesitated for a moment before he placed a soft kiss to your lips, making your body relax and melt against him.

“You know I think there’s something I can do to help you relax and release some stress.” Barry mumbled against your skin. He slowly trailed his lips down your neck, making you shiver.

“And what might that be, Mr. Allen?” You tugged your lip in between your teeth, looking down at Barry as he gazed up at you. He didn’t say anything, he just slid one hand up your- well his shirt- and massaged your left breast in his palm, his other hand slipping into your panties and applying a bit of pressure to your sensitive clit. Gasping you roll your head back, soft moans escaping you partly opened mouth. Barry’s lips nipped and sucked at your skin, just enough to leave a light purple mark and a few love bites that would show in the morning. The hand that was massaging your left breast moved to your right, giving it just the same amount of attention as the left had gotten. His fingers pinched your nipple and your clit at the same time, making your hips buck up and hitched breathes stay in your throat.

“Please, Barr.” You whimpered. Barry smirked to himself before pulling your shirt up and over your head and then tugging your panties to the side. You let out a relieved breathe as Barry’s fingers pushed into your wet heat, and you clenched around him at the feeling of his long fingers curling inside of you. The moans coming from you no doubt made Barry’s dick rise in his sweats, and you were pretty sure you could feel his erection poking at the inside of your thigh. With his fingers curling inside, his hand pinching and massaging your breasts, and his lips sucking on any exposed skin, it didn’t take you long to reach your first orgasm of the night. Your body trembled slightly as you came down from Cloud 9, eyes closed shut and mouth formed in the ‘o’ shape.

Barry pulled his fingers from your core, sucking on his digits and releasing them with a satisfied hum. “Always taste so sweet.” You blushed at his words. Your hands reached down, tugging Barry’s sweats down just enough to where his hard cock sprung free. Moving at the sight of him you raised yourself up, your right hand giving him soft pumps as you slicked up his member with your wetness. You looked down at Barry who nodded at you, hands holding tightly onto your waist and pulling you down onto him. The two of moaned out loud together, your heads falling back and the feeling of being so connected. You breathed in deep before kissing Barry with so much passion and so much love, that he sat frozen for a second before his own hips started to move upwards into your center.

You clawed at his back, dragging your nails down his back with every thrust. Your eyes were fighting to stay open, legs tensing slightly when the tip of Barry’s dick brushed against your g-spot. When Barry finally realized what he was doing to your insides, he repositioned you on his lap, each and every one of his thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You mewled,  cursing under your breathe and digging your nails into Barry’s back.

“Fuck, babe that feels so good.” You muttered. Breathing heavily, Barry replied.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock like this princess, your walls clenching around me every time I hit your sweet spot…taking it so good for me.”

Barry’s dirty talk sent you to your edge even faster, and this orgasm was for sure stronger than your first. Screaming out Barry’s name as you came, you shuttered, rolling your hips to ride out your high. Barry came shortly after you, spurting his liquid inside of you.

Waiting a minute before pulling out, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead then lifted you up gently, laying you down beside him. You smiled softly, your hands brushing against his cheek.

“Feel better, baby?” Barry asked as he caressed your side. You nodded.

“So much better, thank you Barr.” You moved up to his side, snuggling into his chest. Barry was very good at relieving your stress.

Captain’s Girl

Description: Tony is a flirt, but he needs to remember that you are Steve’s girl

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: lmfaooo smut obviously, flirty Tony

A/n: okay someone suggested “jealous Steve” for a fic, and since I’ve been writing Tony non-stop I ran with that

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

A low whistle sounded as you and Steve walked into the room. Soon, Tony was by your side, walking with the two of you to the bar.

“Well, I can definitely see why the capsicle likes you so much.” 

You glared sideways at him as you took your seats. “And why is that, exactly?”

“Let’s just say that dress is showing off more than I’ve ever seen of you. I’m impressed.” He winked, smirking.

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The Roommate

Originally posted by coupleaims

Tyler Posey x Fem!Reader

Summery: The Reader has to get Tyler up but things don’t go to plan

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Warnings: sex


You had no idea which had woken woken you up, but it was either the constant ringing coming for Tyler’s room, or the fact that he’d managed to throw his phone out of his room from his bed and it was not vibrating horrifyingly against your door.

Times like this had you wondering how he could even get any sleep, the incessant noise his phone was making paired with the house phone filled the house with noise, meaning one of you had to get out of bed to silence it.

“Posey, phone!” You yelled but all you received in answer was a Wookie like noise of complaint.

With a sigh, you threw the covers back, violently kicking until your legs were untangled as if the plush duvet was the source of your frustration and stomped into the hall, grabbing his phone and heading to the kitchen to grab the phone.

“Hello?” You mumbled through a yawn.

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Always

Since Cas got back, Dean’s been clinging to him like a koala bear.  Sometimes literally.  

Even though Cas doesn’t need sleep, Dean insists on having him in bed with him while he gets his obligatory four hours, arms wrapped wrapped tightly around his midsection and refusing to let go.

Cas doesn’t mind this part.  After all, he can’t get bored the way humans do, and it gives him an opportunity to watch Dean sleep without being accused of creepiness.  He’d also read in John Winchester’s journal that Dean had slept the same way with Sam as children after their mother’s death, which he found to be both endearing and sad. 

What he did mind, slightly, was everything else Dean had been doing since he’d gotten back.  He couldn’t do anything, and I do mean anything, unless Dean knew exactly where he was. 

He hadn’t even been able to interview witnesses alone, as Dean always came up with some innocuous excuse for why he needed to accompany him.  He was virtually never alone, and for someone as introspective as Castiel, that made him a little uncomfortable.  Not to mention the fact that he still wanted desperately to prove his competence and usefulness to the Winchesters.

When he found out about the demonic possession at a Catholic girls’ school in Main, he nearly jumped at the chance.  

“I can take this,” he blurted, practically before the Sam had finished describing the case.

The Winchester’s both looked up, blinking in surprise at the abrupt request.

“Care to repeat that, Cas?”  Dean asked, leaning forward on his elbow.

“I can exorcise the demon,” Cas repeated.  “I’m ready for this.  I’m certain.”

Dean, if anything, looked offended.  “No.  No fuckin’ way.  Not happening.”

Cas resisted the urge to role his eyes.  “Dean -”

“No.  This is not a discussion,” said Dean, arms folding stubbornly.  “You need more time to recover.”

Cas nearly scoffed.  “Recover from what?  I am not injured, Dean.”

“You died, Cas!”  Dean exclaimed.  “You can’t just bounce back from that shit.”

“Didn’t you?”  Cas pointed out.

“Yeah, well.  That was different.”  

Cas folded his arms, eyes narrowing obtusely.  “Different how.”

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again.  Turning to his brother, he said, “Sam, help me out here, will ya?”  

Sam, who seemed determined to stay out of this till this point, cleared his throat delicately.  “Well.  I think if Cas feels comfortable going alone -”

“Sammy, you fucking traitor.” 

“Dean, I hardly said anything,” Sam sighed.  

“Yeah, well I know what you were going to say, and I don’t wanna here it,” Dean huffed.  “Cas, you’re not going.  And that’s final.”

“Dean, I’m significantly more powerful than you.  I can leave when I want,” said Cas defiantly. 

“Ha.  As if,” Dean muttered.  “You’re just a cute little nerdy dude with wings.  I could take you easy.”   

Cas opened his mouth to point out that he was an Eldritch Horror who could easily reduce cities to ashes, but Sam discretely gestured for him to leave it.  Cas, for his sake, reluctantly did.  

“Why are you so opposed to me leaving?”  he asked instead.

“Why are you so opposed to staying?”  Dean shot back.  “This is your home, Cas.  We’re your family.  Why don’t you wanna be here?”

“Well, you certainly weren’t my home or my family when you told me to leave,” Cas snapped, frustration and old hurt bubbling over.

The hurt look on Dean’s face made him immediately regret it.

Blessedly, Sam stepped in.

“Look, Cas.  Dean was lying to both of us back then, and we both got hurt from it.  He was wrong to do that, just like you and I were wrong when we’ve lied to him before,” he explained.  “But this is your home, and we’re your family.  And you belong here just as much as Dean or I do.”

Dean nodded, looking relieved that Sam’s communication skills were marginally better than his own.  “And I wouldn’t make you leave again, Cas,” he assured him.  “Not for anything.” 

Cas nodded, swallowing wetly and feeling unexpectedly emotional.  “Thank you.”  

There was a pause, before he added, “But if neither of you minds, I would still like to try and do this alone;  I, as one of you would put it, ‘need a little space,’ and I’d like the chance to prove to myself that I can still do things alone.”

“That was really well-put, Cas,” said Sam, before Dean could protest.  Turning to Dean, he continued in his best Therapist Voice, “Now Dean, why don’t you tell Cas why you don’t want him to go?”

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it.  He looked at the floor, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.  “What if you don’t come back?”  he whispered, voice coarse as sandpaper.

Cas slumped, all confrontation leaving his posture.  He moved to Dean and hugged him, foreheads pressing together.  “I will always come back.” 

Sam, in the background, looked resigned to his usual position as chronic Third Wheel.  

Cas, of course, successfully exorcised the demon.  None of the girls were hurt, though one or two did confuse him greatly by referring to as a “DILF.”  He resolved to look up what the word meant when he got home.

He was so happy to see Dean, already asleep when he got home.  He’d missed his human so much;  he didn’t think he’d be able to leave home after this for a good long while.

He crawled into bed beside him, and was only slightly surprised when Dean, barely conscious, wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him close.  

He blinked at him with sleepy green eyes.  “You came home,” he murmured, voice sleep-roughened and full of awe.

Cas, unable to help himself, pressed a gentle kiss to Dean’s lips.  “Yes, my love.  I’ll always come home.”  

Missed Dreams and Lost Sleep {Rowaelin AU}

So my beautiful best friend, @tacmc and I decided to do a prompt exchange! The prompt we went with is “The fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the apartment next door is standing next to me in his underwear,” with a Rowaelin pairing.

Let us know if this is something you’d like for us to do more often!

You can find her half of the exchange HERE (it’s so damn cute, UGH) and mine below the cut! Enjoy!

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Only You

Hope you’ll like this!

Plot: Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend. 

Warnings: None. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

My cheeks were flushed and felt sore just like my swollen and wet eyes did. I had been crying for much too long. The awful sense of disappointment shook my body for over half an hour now and all I could long for was for it to stop. Yet it seemed as though my heart wasn’t done yet.
It left Harry feeling helpless and distraught as he stood in front of the bathroom door. He’d been frozen there for the past twenty-eight minutes, his knuckles red and scratched from how many times he’d knocked and tried to get me to open for him. But there was nothing. In my state there was no way I would want to face him. I shouldn’t have come to this house party. Never before had I been this unhappy before.

With his eyes pressed shut Harry tried one last time, hissing under his breath as the contact of the back of his hand and the wooden door hurt. But after what he’d done, he supposed he deserved the pain if not much worse. 

“Y/N,” Harry tried for the fiftieth time, “Please.”

His stomach turned at the sound of my crying increasing and he felt as though his heart tried to break out of his chest. Never before had he felt so lost and frightened because of somebody else’s pain. But I wasn’t just anybody. Even though that was exactly how he’d made me feel. 

“Harry, please go,” I croaked, finally finding the guts to talk to him, even if it was through the closed door, “I swear I’m not mad at you or anything. Just… give me a moment.”

At that he frowned. “Not mad at me? Y/N, you stormed away the moment you saw me with Amy and you’re saying you’re not mad?” 

Of course I was mad. My anger wasn’t directed at him however, but at Amy. The girl who I had told that I loved Harry more than any friend should, that I wished for him and I to get together someday. The girl who’d reacted to that information by kissing him right in front of me. 
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Amy… she took what she wanted without concern for anyone else, not even somebody she was on friendly terms with. And of course she wanted Harry the by far handsomest guy in our friendship group, who had the kindest heart and whose wit could come up with the best jokes. 
Still, it had surprised me greatly to see them kissing. The image burned my mind and I shut my eyes in attempts of deleting it from my memory.
But I couldn’t and she kept on sneaking her way back into my head.
Her hands in his short brown hair, her chest pressed to his front tightly and her legs on either side of his waist as she sat straddling him. Her tongue in his mouth as she bit and licked his lips hungrily. 
So greedy, I thought as more tears fell from my eyes. She didn’t treat him half as gently as Harry should be treated. 

“Love.” I heard Harry whine once more. “Please let me in. You’re hurting me with shutting me out.”

My fingers shook but I forced myself to splash some tab water into my red face, cooling my skin down before reluctantly opening the door.

“Please, Harry. Just go, I don’t want you to see me like this and there’s nothing you have to say or do to-”

Before I could finish his arms were around me and my head was tucked into his neck, face pressed right against the warm and soft skin of his so oI could breath him in. And I let him hug me happily and embraced him just as tight, relieved but crying once again at the same time.
He was so kind and good. Patient with me even after the scene I’d just caused and he didn’t even ask what was wrong. I wished that if we weren’t going to be a couple than I could at least become more than just any friend to him. 
With quiet hushes he tried to soothe me and I laughed through my tears when he began to sway us back and forth. Shamelessly I nestled into his chest and smiled when his quiet laugh rumbled through him. 

“Tell me what I can do,” Harry spoke lowly into my ear, “Please. Want to make it okay again. M’so sorry, Y/N.” 

I shook my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He flinched at the noise of footsteps coming up the stairs and towards us. I jumped away from him, involuntarily taking a step back into the bathroom and shook my head. The thought of Amy seeing me like this frightened me and I could already imagine her evil grin.

Harry acted quick and grasped my hand. “Whoever’s coming surely wants to use the toilet. C’mon.”

He pulled me into his side and lead me towards one of the bedrooms in the house, shutting the door after us quickly once we were both inside. Sniffling I took a seat on the big kingsized bed and tried to somehow find a way how I could justify my complete breakdown. 

Harry was just a friend. No matter my affection for him, he didn’t see me as anything more and we weren’t that close either. All of this meant that he didn’t owe me anything and that I had no right to run away and cry after witnessing him kiss somebody else. 
The mattress dipped when he sat down next to me and I shuddered when his hand squeezed my knee. 

“I didn’t want to kiss Amy.” His voice was quiet and apologizing. 

I huffed and shook my head before turning to briefly leaning my head against his shoulder before pulling away again. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Apologize. Find an excuse. You’re single, at a party… and Amy is hot. You can do whatever you want.” 

A frown formed on his face. “I know I can. But as I just said I didn’t want to kiss her.”

I took in a deep breath. His words were a relief and slowly the horrible ache in my chest lessened. “Okay.” 

“She just…” Harry paused before releasing a short laugh, “She sort of tackled me. And she’s much stronger than she looks as well so I couldn’t just push her off.” 

“Poor Harry,” I murmured, my voice still thin, “Attacked by an attractive girl.” 

“Should I be jealous over how appealing you seem to find her?” Harry asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders before his lips pressed to my temple in a soft kiss. 

My breath hitched. Jealous?

“What-” I sniffled, “What do yo mean by ‘jealous’? Why would you-”

“Well you seem awfully interested in how pretty she is while all I would want to hear is what you think of me. Why you start to cry when I’m with someone else, for example.” 

Harry smiled at me and unlike my expectations, I didn’t care if he knew anymore. My actions had said enough already anyway, I might as well just own up to it. I huffed and shook my head.

“You know I think you’re amazing,” I admitted quietly, “I’ve made it awfully obvious and tonight it all peaked.” 

Harry’s eyes widened at my words and I hesitated to meet them, relieved when I saw him smile. Slowly I pulled away and turned to sit on the bed in a cross legged position, facing him. 

“I have feelings for you and Amy knew that. I guess I started to cry because I… because I couldn’t believe that she made a move on you and it hurt to see you embraced by and kissing her. Not when-” I stopped, looking away and at my fingers, “Not when I wanted to be the one who gets to do that.”

Silence. Harry’s breathing increased and slowly his hand reached out for mine. “Y/N-”

“Look, Harry, I know this is a lot and I’m sorry that I caused such a scene. You surely didn’t expect this to be how your night would be and I’m just really sorry I reacted so dramatic and-” 

Suddenly and completely unexpected I had his lips pressed to mine. They were warm, so much softer than I’d imagined and kissing my mouth so tenderly my heart fluttered. I jumped back. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.

Harry chuckled nervously, my reaction causing his confidence to crumble slightly. “Kissing you?” 

“Why?” I was stunned. He’d just had an attractive Amy throw herself at him and a snotty, red faced girl confess her crazy feelings for him. And he chose the snotty girl?

My heart fluttered when the back of his hand gently brushed my cheek. 

“How oblivious can you be, huh?” He smiled and shook his head. “I told you didn’t want to kiss Amy. I ran after you the moment I saw you cry and my stomach is in painful knots, which I know will only lessen once I know you’re no longer tormented with worry.”

His hand squeezed mine. My hear pounded heavily in my chest. 

“You… do you like me?” The question sounded silly and stupid, but my head had difficulties making sense of the situation. 

Harry grinned. “Yes. Isn’t that obvious?” 

Momentarily time stood still. Harry. He liked me? He… chose me over Amy?

“But,” I began, my frown deepening, “I’m all snotty and just cried in front of you. And she’s-”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We seriously got to work on your confidence, love.”

I laughed. His hand cradled my cheek and this time he leaned in slowly, brushing his nose against mine and giving me a moment to get used to the thought of him kissing me. Though really how could anyone get used to that. He was Harry for crying out loud. 

I smiled when his lips found mine and so did he, making the kiss even more heart warming than the one before. My hands found his neck, his moved to my hips and soon we were full on making out on the bed. How surreal it all seemed and I couldn’t feel more happy. 
Out of breath I turned my head and gasped when his mouth moved to kiss my neck and jaw. 

“Don’t want-” he began to mumble, mouth still pressed onto my skin, “anyone else. Want only you.” 

My hands squeezed his shoulders. “I only want you, too.” 

“It’s settled then.” Harry pulled back and looked at me, eyes sparkling and lips, though slightly swollen, stretched in a bright smile. “You’re making me so happy, Y/N. So happy.”

Hope you enjoyed this one shot. I wrote it in one go and completely spontaneously so excuse any mistakes as it hasn’t been proof read. Love you all! xx

This is my masterlist: 

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At last, he drained his wineglass, set it down, and met my eyes directly.

“Will ye …” He stopped, the flush deepening on his features, but met my eyes, swallowed once, and went on. “Will ye come to bed wi’ me, then? I mean,” he hurried on, “it’s cold, and we’re both damp, and—” 

“And there aren’t any chairs,” I finished for him. “All right.” I pulled my hand loose from his, and turned toward the bed, feeling a queer mix of excitement and hesitance that made my breath come short. 

He pulled off his breeches and stockings quickly, then glanced at me. 

“I’m sorry, Sassenach; I should have thought ye’d need help wi’ your laces.” 

So he didn’t undress women often, I thought, before I could stop myself, and my lips curved in a smile at the thought. 

“Well, it’s not laces,” I murmured, “but if you’d give a hand in the back there …” I laid aside my cloak, and turned my back to him, lifting my hair to expose the neck of the dress. 

There was a puzzled silence. Then I felt a finger sliding slowly down the groove of my backbone. 

“What’s that?” he said, sounding startled. 

“It’s called a zipper,” I said, smiling, though he couldn’t see me. “See the little tab at the top? Just take hold of that, and pull it straight down.” 

The zipper teeth parted with a muted ripping noise, and the remnants of Jessica Gutenburg sagged free. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and let the dress drop heavily around my feet, turning to face Jamie before I lost my nerve. 

He jerked back, startled by this sudden chrysalis-shedding. Then he blinked, and stared at me. 

I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings. I had an overwhelming urge to snatch the dress back up, but I resisted it. I stiffened my spine, raised my chin, and waited. 

He didn’t say a word. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight as he moved his head slightly, but he still had that trick of hiding all his thoughts behind an inscrutable mask. 

“Will you bloody say something?” I demanded at last, in a voice that shook only a little. 

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. 

“Jesus,” he whispered at last. “Claire … you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

“You,” I said with conviction, “are losing your eyesight. It’s probably glaucoma; you’re too young for cataracts.” 

He laughed at that, a little unsteadily, and then I saw that he was in fact blinded—his eyes shone with moisture, even as he smiled. He blinked hard, and held out his hand. 

“I,” he said, with equal conviction, “ha’ got eyes like a hawk, and always did. Come here to me.” 

A little reluctantly, I took his hand, and stepped out of the inadequate shelter of the remains of my dress. He drew me gently in, to stand between his knees as he sat on the bed. Then he kissed me softly, once on each breast, and laid his head between them, his breath coming warm on my bare skin. 

“Your breast is like ivory,” he said softly, the word almost “breest” in the Highland Scots that always grew broad when he was truly moved. His hand rose to cup one breast, his fingers tanned into darkness against my own pale glow. 

“Only to see them, sae full and sae round—Christ, I could lay my head here forever. But to touch ye, my Sassenach … you wi’ your skin like white velvet, and the sweet long lines of your body …” He paused, and I could feel the working of his throat muscles as he swallowed, his hand moving slowly down the curving slope of waist and hip, the swell and taper of buttock and thigh. 

“Dear God,” he said, still softly. “I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye.” He lifted his head then, and planted a kiss over my heart, then let his hand float down the gentle curve of my belly, lightly tracing the small marks left there by Brianna’s birth. 

“You … really don’t mind?” I said hesitantly, brushing my own fingers over my stomach. 

He smiled up at me with something half-rueful in his expression. He hesitated for a moment, then drew up the hem of his shirt. 

“Do you?” he asked. 

The scar ran from midthigh nearly to his groin, an eight-inch length of twisted, whitish tissue. I couldn’t repress a gasp at its appearance, and dropped to my knees beside him. 

I laid my cheek on his thigh, holding tight to his leg, as though I would keep him now—as I had not been able to keep him then. I could feel the slow, deep pulse of the blood through his femoral artery under my fingers—a bare inch away from the ugly gully of that twisting scar. 

“It doesna fright ye, nor sicken ye, Sassenach?” he asked, laying a hand on my hair. I lifted my head and stared up at him. 

“Of course not!” 

“Aye, well.” He reached to touch my stomach, his eyes holding mine. “And if ye bear the scars of your own battles, Sassenach,” he said softly, “they dinna trouble me, either.” 

He lifted me to the bed beside him then, and leaned to kiss me. I kicked off my shoes, and curled my legs up, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt. My hands found the button at the throat, fumbling to open it.

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“What convinced you finally?” They’re sitting in the car, Mulder and Scully, like they’re the only two people here in this murky parking lot. Mulder, with the face of Morris Fletcher, eyes Scully and she stares right back. She’s never been interested in looks. It’s what’s inside that counts, she reminds herself, and the man inside is Mulder. The grin, though, is not Mulder. The inflection of this man’s voice is a strange, obscure sound in her ear. She can’t read his expression, doesn’t know what the twitch in his cheek means. The light is dim, shady, and if she blinks, squints her eyes, can she pretend this is her Mulder? She tries, but the face remains the same; the one she doesn’t want to see.

“Scully?” It doesn’t sound the same. A nuisance at first, a tease on his part, she is certain, when he started calling her Scully. Not Agent Scully or Dana. Scully. She crinkles her nose remembering Morris Fletcher, inhabiting Mulder’s body, saying her name.

“I was just – this is so strange, Mulder.”

“Tell me about it.” He huffs, his eyes intent on hers. Scully briefly wonders if she looks different to him, looking through different eyes. “So, tell me. What did I – what did he do – that made you believe me?”

“You don’t want to know.” She mumbles no longer looking at him, instead playing with a loose thread on her jacket.

“I may not want to know, but I need to know. Please, Scully.” She lifts her head. She They have a history of this, don’t they. Eddie van Blundth slips into her mind. As intrusively and unwelcome as when he came to her apartment back then. A big fat smile on his face. Only that it wasn’t his face. It was Mulder’s face. She’d almost fallen for it again this time, let herself be fooled again. The mere idea of switched bodies so improbable that a completely out of character Mulder made more sense to her. More sense than her own feelings and her intuition. She doubted herself; she doubted Mulder, too.

“You – he – is quite popular at the moment. He’s been entertaining… new friends.”

“As in…”

“Yeah.”

“Scully, I hope you know that-” She shakes her head, stops him.

“I know, Mulder. That’s one of the things that made me realize something wasn’t right.”

“Just one? Scully, you have to tell me.”

“You – he,” Scully, frustrated, corrects herself, “invited me over to your place.”

“What did he do?” Scully may not know Morris Fletcher intimately, or well at all, but she detects the darkness in that question. There’s a hint of fear, too. That’s all Mulder.

“Nothing happened, Mulder. I stopped him. I knew he wasn’t you. Without going into too much detail, I, well, I tied him to the bedpost. With handcuffs.” She is proud of herself for that move, she can’t deny it.

“You did what? Since when do I even have a bedpost?”

“Morris spruced up your bedroom, Mulder. You’ve got a bed now,” she tells him and can’t contain the smile, “a waterbed, in fact. Oh, and a nice mirror over your bed.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mulder groans.

“Sorry, Mulder. At least you’ll be able to sleep in a bed from now on.”

“That implies you have an idea on how to get me back into my own body.” Scully glances at him. She doesn’t have an idea. None. This should never have happened. What is she going to do if Mulder remains in this man’s body? The wedding ring on his finger glints. If they don’t find a solution… she won’t allow herself to even think it.

“Whatever happened, Mulder, is an improbability.”

“That didn’t stop it from happening, Scully.” She nods miserably.

“I hope the Gunmen can help us. If not…” Mulder reaches over and takes her hand. She startles and gasps. She should have kissed him, she thinks, and the thought surprises her even more than the unknown touch. When they returned from Antarctica, feelings as raw as their skin, she should have just kissed him. She wanted to. Wants to now. Scully turns to him, wonders if the surprise on her face is apparent. With Mulder, her Mulder, she would have been able to tell. She aches for his face, longs to touch his cheek, and lose herself in his eyes. She’s never much cared about Mulder’s effortless good looks; they are not what make him who he is. But she misses it; misses what she’s grown to know and love.

“There’s got to be a way, Scully. It happened once, right? There’s got to be a good chance it can happen again.” She’s not going to tell him about statistics. Not that she knows any numbers for unlikely occurrences like this. He once called her his one in five billion. So unlikely. So what if… what if. 

“Hey, don’t give up on me yet, Scully.“ 

"I’m not, Mulder. I promise, I’m not.”

“But there’s something on your mind. Sunflower seed for your thoughts?” He offers her a handful but she shakes her head. 

“I miss your voice, Mulder.” She admits and stares at his hand. He puts a seed in his mouth, cracks it. The sound is the same as always, should be familiar, but it’s not. 

“Do I not talk? I mean Fletcher.”

“Not like you do." 

"I promise you that as soon as I’m back to myself, I’ll talk your ear off. I can recite sonnets or do you want me to sing you a song? What would you like to hear?” She wants him to tell her again how he makes her a whole person. How they’re in this together. That he needs her. She wants to hear him say Scully in a whisper, a moan, a prayer.

“Just anything, Mulder.” She answers him instead. 

“Anything? So if I wanted to talk to you about let’s say handcuffing people to bedposts…” Scully laughs and desperate tears tickle her throat.

“If we make it out of this, Mulder, I’ll not only talk to you about it, I’ll show you. Now go back inside so I can find a way to get the real you back.”

Movie Night Pt. 5

Girls Night Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2226

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, fingering, dirty talk, biting, marking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fluff and yucky love stuff.

A/N: I had 2 requests in my inbox for a part 5! Movie Night is so much fun! You don’t have to read the first four parts to know what is going on, but it would help! Words in italics is a memory, bold is text messages.

One - Two - Three - Four

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“Let’s talk about Bucky!”

You picked up your wineglass and peeked at Natasha above the rim as you took a sip. You shook your head with a smile.

“This is the third time tonight that you have tried prying information out of me,” you said to the group.

“Well, if you were a little more forthcoming with details, we wouldn’t have to pry,” Pepper said, tucking her legs underneath herself on the couch next to you.

“You and Bucky have been so secretive, it’s annoying,” Maria said, swirling the wine in her glass.

“What has it been now?” Sharon asked from her spot on the floor. “Three or four months?”

You took another sip of wine before answering, “Close to four.” A bowl of popcorn appeared in front of your face, suspended in the air by a red mist. Startled, you grabbed it before it fell, “Jesus Wanda… scare someone to death!”

She laughed before sitting in front of you on the floor, back against the couch. “I like the way Bucky grabs her butt when he thinks no one is looking,” she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink.

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Sincerely Three x Chubby Reader Head Cannons

My first set of HCs, requests are open!

Evan

- He’s just so happy to have you and he doesn’t really notice your squish because YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL!

- One day you guys go to the mall and you go to try stuff on, he realizes you’ve been gone for a bit and looks for you.

- He finds you sitting in to dressing room on the verge of tears and you tell him that you’re upset because nothing fit

- He takes you to a different store with a wider variety and forces you to try on clothes till you find something you LOVE

- When you step out of the dressing room and he sees you he starts blushing and stuttering

- “You- you’re, wow. You look beautiful. I mean you always look beautiful, like wow your like like a goddess but but in that you-”

- “Thank you sweetheart”

- he buys it for you even though you told him not too

- He loves to cuddle you and just gently drag his finger tips over your skin.

- He always tells you that you’re gorgeous and that he loves you regardless of how you feel.

- He also takes the time to kiss and caress your stomach when you’re having sexy moments.

- He just wants you to love yourself as much as he loves you


Jared

- Jared actually made fun of you in grade school because he’s a shit

- He apologized when he became your lab partner in Junior year, because after puberty he got some chub too

- He realized you were insecure when he decided to get a bit handsy one day at his house

- You were making out on his bed and He began lifting your shirt

- you instantly pulled it back down and moved away from him

- “Awe come on babe”

- “Fuck you”

- He instantly sits next to you and cuddles into you. “What did I do wrong?”

- You tell him about how insecure you are and that you’re really not comfortable with him seeing you shirtless yet.

- He nods and you guys cuddle and he repeatedly whispers how beautiful you are

- He does this a lot

- He slowly tries to make you more
comfortable around him by joking about himself

- “BABE LOOK AT ALL THIS JIGGLE” he screams grabbing his belly and jiggling it around.

- He also makes his belly button talk. (It’s weird but you laugh anyway)

- But after awhile confides in you that he also is hella uncomfortable with his own body

- When you guy are both comfortable doing more,,, R rated deeds, he’s shocked that you’re the first one to take off your top.

- he’s not complaining.

- There’s a lot of ‘I love you’s’

- Also after sex cuddles are 10/10

- Also he totally makes “more cushion for the pushin” jokes.


Connor

- He was so fucking shocked when you talked to him that he couldn’t find a flaw in you considering you’re literally his only friend

- He heard some kids making fun of your weight and he was P I S S E D

- After scaring the shit outta some teens he hugged you so tight and told you to ignore them.

- He took you home and you cuddled in your bed even though he wasn’t the best with touching

- “You know, you’re 1000x more attractive than any of those asshats”

- You smiled gently and kissed his cheek, you didn’t believe him but it was the sweetest thing he’d said about you

- When your go out in public he always had an arm around your shoulders or waist and literally growls at anyone who looks at you wrong

- He loves to lay his head on your belly while you play with his hair

- Also he loves seeing you in his clothes because they fit you so nicely

- He may or may not has yelled at customer service in one store because they refused to carry your size.

- “YOU SICK UGLY BASTARDS WOULDNT KNOW BEAUTY IF IT PUNCHED YOU IN THE TIT”

- “Connor please”

- “In a moment love, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT-”

- You’re not allowed in that store anymore but you don’t care cause watching Connor blow up was kinda funny

- He loves to hold you and cuddle you

- He loves to hold you after sex and cuddle you and tell you how amazing you are

- He also makes sure you never stare at mirrors too long alone

- He loves the squish

Home (Peter Parker x Reader)

You had a free period for 6th and you couldn’t be more thankful. School was always a pain in the ass for you and the less time spent there, the better. You walked into Mr. Delmar’s deli and you greeted the man with a smile and wave.

“There’s one of my favorite loyal customers!” He shouted smiling with his arms stretched out, “No Mr. Parker today?” You blushed at the mention of your boyfriend and Mr. Delmar’s evident notice in you both being attached at the hip.

“Free period today Mr. Delmar, but speaking of that dweeb would you mind-”

“A number 5 with pickles and smushed down real flat?” Mr. Delmar interrupted causing you to erupt into laughter while nodding your head. Mr. Delmar knew your orders like the back of his hand, he would argue that it was a natural talent but you knew it was because Peter stopped by almost every day after school to pick you both up some late lunch.

You smiled and waved bye to Mr. Delmar as he handed you your sandwiches and you were on your way again.

You didn’t want to head home knowing no one was there, so you decided on Peter’s apartment since you knew you’d end up there somehow anyways.

You trudged on to his apartment complex with your headphones in jamming to one of the playlists you made Peter, pulling out the spare key he had given you.

You softly smiled at the little web drawn on it, he drew it the day you found out he was Spider-Man.

~ flashback ~
“But what if you get hurt?! What if you don’t make it back to me?!” You cried, the tears threatening to spill as you struggled fighting them back.

“Baby, baby don’t think like that,” he soothed as his hand caressed you cheek, “You know I’d never leave you. But this isn’t a day job, I can’t quit and just stop when I have the ability to save people.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning into his palm. You knew he was right, you actually secretly admired all the good Spider-Man has done for New York, but now that you know he’s your dorky boyfriend you couldn’t help from worrying. At least this confirmed why his natural clumsy self had amazing new reflexes and how he got this very new muscular body, although you’d always thought he was fit. For a while you had thought he was on drugs but then you remembered how he has to crush a medicine pill in order to swallow it- so drugs were ruled out.

He sensed your fear and pulled you into a tight embrace, softly holding your head against his shoulder.
“Hey hey hey, listen to me, i’m gunna be ok. I’m practically indestructible.” He chucked lightly, trying to ease the mood.

You rolled your eyes at his horrible timing to make a joke and softly pushed away. “Peter, we’ve been dating for 6 months and we’ve been best friends for years..I know when you’re bullshitting me.” You voiced trying not to sound as scared as you were.

Peter’s eyes softened as he saw just how concerned you actually were. He didn’t know how to ease your pain until an idea popped into his head.

“Give me your key.” He announced. “W-what? Why?” You asked as you noticed the hopeful gleam in his eye.
“Just trust me, let me see your key to the apartment.”

You curiously pulled your key out from your bag and handed it to him as he excitedly took it from your hand and looked in his desk drawers. “What are you-”

“Shhh just give me a sec.” he interrupted as he pulled out a red sharpie and started scribbling on it.

“Peter if you’re drawing a penis on my key I swear I will break up with you right now.” You said causing him to giggle and shh you once again. He finalized a few things on the key and then softly blew on it to dry the sharpie. Holding it up for him to further examine he smiled and handed it back to you with a shy smile. You gave him a questioning look as you took it from his hands and looked down at your key.

There you saw a little red web with a tiny “p” scribbled on the corner. You broke out in a smile as you ran your thumb across the sharpied web as he stood in front of you smiling wider at your reaction.

“This way you’ll always have a piece of me with you and it’ll always lead me home.”

You couldn’t help but let a few tears freely fall as you stood up on your tip toes to tightly wrap your arms around your boyfriends neck.

“I can’t stay mad at you” you sighed into his neck, “spider-man.” You whispered the last part causing him to smile into your shoulder and tighten his grip around you.
~ present ~

You sighed as your thumb caressed the web remembering how the very next day he stumbled into your bedroom window with a black eye and bruised lip. Entering his apartment you found Aunt May doing the dishes as the radio softly played in the background.

You tip toed behind her and whispered “Hi May!” by her ear causing her to jump and squeal as you giggled.

“Oh you little jerk you just about gave me a heart attack!” May heavily breathed holding a hand to her heart.

“Sorry May, I just couldn’t help myself!” You laughed as you raised your hands in defense. “Ugh huh sure you couldn’t, well for that you get to dry!” She said throwing you a kitchen towel.

You caught it with both hands and held a hand to your heart. “Well I’d be honored.” You joked as she laughed and you stood next to her drying the dishes.

“Wait what are you even doing here? Not that you aren’t always welcome and that I don’t love seeing your beautiful face but shouldn’t you be in school? I will not tolerate any ditching under this house.” May quirked an eyebrow as she finished using her “authoritative” tone that she strictly uses to make Peter clean his room.

You laughed and raised your arms in defense. “Free period May, no ditching has been done, I gotta say your lack of faith in me really hurts.” You fake pouted making May roll her eyes and bump you with her hip. You both laughed and then continued to wash the dishes side by side while singing along to whatever old 80s song was playing on the radio.

After the dishes were washed and dried, May gave you a quick kiss to the forehead as a thank you and headed to her room to watch her shows. May always thought of you like a daughter and when you and Peter were strictly just friends she had always secretly hoped you two would become more. I guess she saw right through all the teasing and late nights studying for tests although it took you both a little longer to realize.

You grabbed your bag from the door and headed into Peter’s room, throwing it on the floor somewhere. You took in the sight of your boyfriends small but welcoming room and although there was shirts out of place and the bed was unmade, it was still clean for a teenage boy.

You picked up around his room and made his bed only to plop down on his bottom bunk and wait till your boyfriend came home.

You knew he’d be home late today as he had “the stark internship” so you managed to get a little homework in before the moon accompanied you.

The day caught up with you and you felt your eyes get droopy so you decided to take a quick nap before he came home. Your current attire was too tight and uncomfortable for you to sleep in so you were on the search for something more suited.

Rummaging through his drawers, you pulled out his midtown long sleeve and quickly pulled it on. You noticed it still smelled like him and you smiled while you hugged it to yourself, the shirt reaching mid thigh on your noticeably smaller frame.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun and slipped your pants off grabbing a pair of Peter’s boxers to finish the look. You checked yourself out in the mirror and giggled at how big everything looked on you. You laid on his bed with your headphones in and fell asleep cuddling one of his pillows.

It was now 8:46 at night, you had been asleep for roughly two hours so you didn’t notice the window sliding up and a full suited Spider-man crawling on the roof. Due to your sleeping state, he hadn’t noticed you either.

Peter pulled his mask off and dropped it on his desk as he softly jumped down from the ceiling. He sighed once his feet hit the ground and let the suit fall off his body, quickly gathering it up and putting it away for safe keeping.

Peter went to grab a T-shirt from his dresser when he noticed his room didn’t look how he left it. Starting to panic, Peter went to reach for the suit again, that’s when he noticed a human formed lump on his bed.

Putting on the mask, he tip toed over to his bed ready to fight when he suddenly stopped as he recognized his blue midtown sweater.

Pulling the mask off once again, he saw that the lump in his bed was you and he smiled a sigh of relief.

His heart leaped out of his chest when he saw you sleeping but it soared when he noticed you were wearing his shirt. He looked around his room realizing that you must of cleaned it up and recognized the small white bag sitting atop his desk as a sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.

He couldn’t really believe he had you, not only were you one of his best friends, but you didn’t freak out when he admitted he liked you and you actually liked him back, and you didn’t run away or make him stop being Spider-man when you found out. Not to mention he thought you were the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid eyes on.

He smiled to himself picturing you cleaning his room and grabbing him lunch, which he would never ask of you and not because he enjoyed you doing things for him, but the fact that you did it knowing his busy schedule and knowing he didn’t have the time to do it himself.

He leaned over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, causing you to stir slightly and wake up.

You broke out in a yawn and stretched as you noticed your boyfriend leaning above you and your face lit up.

“Thank God, I was beginning to worry when you’d come home.” You smiled, your voice still tracing signs of sleep as it was barely audible.

Peter smiled and got into bed next to you, you moving aside and positioning yourself laying on his outstretched left arm staring up at him.

His arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing random patterns on your arm as he kissed your forehead and muttered,

“I’ll always come home knowing I have you to greet me. No matter who I fight or what pain I feel, my only cure is evidently my only weakness; you.”

You didn’t reply, you didn’t need to. You lifted your hand to his cheek and leaned up to press your lips against his.

No words could ever compare to the meaning behind that kiss, it wasn’t only a proclamation of love, but a promise. A promise to always be his cure and his promise that he’d always come back to you, in any form shape or way.

He held you close as you pulled away, both of you wearing soft smiles on your lips as he looked into your eyes and whispered, “you are my home.”

rika-707  asked:

Mc talking nonsense (bonus points if it's creepy) in her sleep?

I honestly just googled “Creepy things to say in your sleep’ and then used that…so if you’ve seen these sayings before then…that’s why. ~Admin Ki

Yoosung


-”Cutting flesh with scissors is weird…” you mumbled sleepily.
-Oh boy he is s h o o k
-”MC! What!” he shouts, how did you know that? How did you knOW THAT.
-”Cutting flesh with scissors is….weird..” you mumbled again, a little louder this time
-He looked down at you and realized you were fast asleep, he let you sleep but as soon as you wake up he has some questions


Zen

-He’s settling down getting under the covers when he see’s you stirring in your sleep.
-Thinking you are having a bad dream he shakes you a little to wake you up, “Jagi~ wake up”
-”The crunchy bees are under the window” you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him.
-He laughs and shakes you more, “Jagi~ what are crunchy bees?”
-When you didn’t respond he just went to bed, he still had one question.
-What the hell are crunchy bees?


Jaehee

-She had gotten back from closing the café, you had been sick so you were already in bed sleeping.
-When she got into the bedroom you were curled up in the blankets, leaving her nothing to cover up with.
-She felt your forehead, you were warm enough so she took the covers from you.
-Next thing she knows is that you’re smacking her arm and keep repeating, “You stole my warmmm! You stole my warmmm”
-Laughing, she covers you again, but this time she makes sure she has covers too.


Jumin

-He had a long day at the office, actually long day doesn’t cover it.
-It was 10pm!
-He was so exhausted that he immediately just fell into bed, not even taking off his suit.
-He was falling asleep when he heard you mumble, “I…I have a knife.”
-Thinking you were mad at him he responded, “Darling, what do you mean?”
-”Its for revenge..” you responded.
-HE thought you were really mad at him or something, maybe you didn’t like that he had worked so late, so he got up and moved to the guest bedroom.
-The next morning you woke up to an empty bed…and strawberry pancakes, “Good morning Darling!” he smiles.
-”Good morning to you honey, but why did you make me breakfast?” You rubbed you r eyes tiredly.
-”Well last night you seemed really angry at me.” He scratched his neck, chuckling awkwardly.
-”Huh?”
-He then realized that you were probably sleeping, “Oh- don’t worry about it honey, just eat your pancakes”


Saeyoung/Luciel/707 (and I guess Saeran too???)

-You had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie with the twins, it was a really boring movie on space who could blame you?
-”BABE HOW COULD YOU FALL ASLEEP ITS SPACE!!”
-”Fuck four-legged-trucks” you mumbled, your head on Saeyoung’s shoulder.
-”Huh?” he looked over to you, and you were still sleeping?
-”What the fuck is your girlfriend dreaming of?” Saeran comments, snickering a little.
-Saeyoung shrugs, taking out his phone and hitting record, “Babe! What did you just say?”
-”Fuck four-legged-trucks..” You repeat.
-”Hahaha! Blackmail!”


~Admin Ki

Hold him.

As promised! a fluffy fic for @starlight-sanders <3 I hope you like it? although @mylasagnaisraw beat me to it xD   

And seeing as its a nice fluffy poly fic.. i figured I’d make up for angst and tag a few more:

Tumblr Tagging List!:
@randomrainbowslushy
@prinxietyhell
@dan-yuna
@inalandofmythandtimeofmagic
@lampisimportant
@the-prince-and-the-emo
@polysandershell
@anx-sanders
@whatevermate1234
@princeyandanxiety
@obviouslyelementary
@analogically-prinxiety
@princey-and-hottopic
@umbreon-and-chocolate4life

I’m not meant for fluff swear XP  but I Tried!


He was humming in the kitchen. Wonderful smells of various foods wafting down the hallway and into the rooms of his three sleeping companions as he moved in the kitchen, eyes dancing over all the various items, calculating and precise. He wanted this to be good. To be perfect. Just for them.

As he guessed, Morality was first to stir. Soft slippers padding in on the floor with a sleepy yawn, he was too focused on the eggs and bacon in the pan to hear him very well as strong arms warped round his waist. A light head on his shoulder.  “M’orning lo.”   His voice was deep with sleep as he kissed his neck.  Swaying with him as he cooked. “Good morning Morality. Did you sleep well?”  Morality hummed in response, kissing him on the cheek.  “I did, but them my bed got cold…” He pouts, but is smiling again not a second later. “You made up for it for these wonderful smells. When will food be ready?” Logan looks at the eggs and the pancake batter and yet to be cooked porridge, mind whirring. “Hm. About another 10 minutes?” Patton chuckled “Egg-cellent” as he slid to the bench beside the teacher, moving to grab some coffee and then leaning on it as he watched Logan intently. Eyes shining with affection and kindness as they peered over the mug.   Logan shook his head with a small amused smile.

Only an hour later did Prince eventually stir.  “Beauty sleep” as he remembered him coining it. Fully dressed and looking well-groomed as always. Patton beamed at him as he dramatically greeted the pair in song. Then he kissed them both on the check. Whispering in the teacher’s ear. “Thank-you Logan, this looks delightful!” Before sitting himself at the table to serve himself. As they ate the three engaged in tales of last night’s dreams and thoughts for the day. Planning for videos and the like. Until that Prince and Patton both decided to start playfully chucking out cute little compliments and comments, mostly towards Logic. Leaving the logical trait blushing as he cleaned up the plates.

Stomachs full and chatter dispersed, Prince stood up, waiting at the archway to the hall “So, shall we go?” the royal asked, a small hint of his usually well-covered nerves.  Patton clapped his hands excitedly.  “He’s going to love it I’m sure!”   Logic nodded in agreement and the three snuck down the hall way. Sharing worried glances as they finally reached the ajar door, sharing a breath as they warily stepped over the boundary.

The sun was blocked out by a large grey blanket, and there laying curled up in the bed, fast asleep was Anxiety. His hair a ruffled mess as he laid snuggled deep in the black quilt. The three shared collected thoughts as they gazed at him, inching closer. They looked at one another, and Patton moved first.  Ever so carefully getting on the other side of the bed and crouching next to the sleeping trait. Prince was next, taking the other side. Logan hesitantly joining them at the foot of the bed.  

They all took another moment to enjoy his sleeping form, wistful smiles on each of their faces. Patton couldn’t help but giggle silently taking that as cue, they all wrapped around him.  A somehow orderly mess of tangled limbs as they all hugged him. Prince peppering his face with kisses and both Logics and Patton’s as well.  Anxiety squirmed at little at the sudden recognition of weight, letting out a quiet huff as his face was bombarded. His eyes darted about and he couldn’t hide the smirk for long, trapped under the weight of those he had come to love. His stomach back-flipped and his heart was suddenly picking up pace.  His arms carefully wiggled out and he held the two on his sides closer, stretching his right arm to drag Logan to his chest.   He didn’t speak, none of them did.  He hadn’t been one to initiate such contact before. Worried to break whatever bliss had just overcome them. They just laid there in each other’s presence. Surrounded by an aura of warmth and love.

Anxiety hadn’t ever woken up so happy. Though his nerves were all over the place the only thought that stood out was that they really did feel something for him. To wake him up with a simple gesture of care. His chest bloomed at the thought and hid In Patton’s neck, his face uncharacteristically red due to the lack of foundation.  

By the time they got up Anxiety’s food was cold. The coffee Morality had prepared for him was also now undrinkable…The napkin that Prince had written a lovely message on sat beside them. Tears formed in his eyes.

They cared.

They all did.

And now he knew that.

He had ignored it for so long.

Blocked by other negative thoughts.

But today he understood.

They wanted to be with him.

They wanted to look after him.

They wanted to hold him.

And for once… he whole heartily believed it.