When Lance was a kid his mom would say his skin looked like the wings of a butterfly.
Something that was beautiful in how the colours stood out over the base.
She would tell him that he was her little butterfly painted by the angels.
She would tell him this everyday he came home crying because of the teasing from the other kids and the pitying looks from the adults.
When Lance turned ten he stole his sisters makeup and used it to cover the pale areas that were visible on his face, neck and arms. Just to see what it would be like he went to town and for the first time ever blended in. He felt absence of confidence coming from the makeup. But he didn’t want to upset his mom. However getting makeup off is much harder then putting it on.
That’s why hours later his Mom found Lance in the bathroom desperately scrubbing at his skin as she called him for dinner.
He broke down and began to cry begging her not to angry for trying to cover up.
His mom just smiled and kissed his temple telling him that if he wanted to cover up he could or if he wanted his skin on show that was fine too, that he was perfect ether way.
So Lance started wearing makeup and gained a new kind of confidence that he never had before. He was louder and happier even flirting.
When he went away to the Garrison he took enough makeup with him to last until Christmas telling himself as long as he had makeup then everything would be ok.
But the night they found Shiro, Lance didn’t have his makeup with him.
He went to space without it.
With every day that passed the small container he always carried for touch ups became emptier and emptier. He knew it wouldn’t last forever but tonight of all nights to run out.
Lance stared in the mirror at the pale splattering that stretched over his eyes as he desperately rubbed at his skin praying to be able to cover up.
But it was no good.
He was out of makeup.
He wondered if Allura had any and if she would mind him borrowing some. But if he asked then she would see.
What if she laughed?
What if she told the others and they treated him differently?
He couldn’t take the teasing again he just couldn’t.
He put his hands on the sink trying to will himself to calm down. If he could just get to Allura’s room then he could steal her makeup and look normal.
Wrapping his blanket round his head allowing it to trail along the floor behind him Lance tip toes through the hall way.
At this time in the morning most of the other paladins were usually in the kitchen having breakfast or for Keith getting in some training before grabbing a quick bite to eat. This didn’t do much for Lance’s anxieties through. Just the thought of being outside his room without makeup on caused his chest to tighten with panic.
This was so much worse.
He felt like every cell in his body was on edge, vibrating with fear of being caught.
When he reached Allura’s room he had to wipe the sweat off his hands before getting the door open.
Allura’s room was huge.
Much bigger then all the paladins rooms combined and filled with various alien nick nacks and photos from Altea.
Lance felt bad about being in her room without permission, but he told himself it would be worth it in the end.
However after almost an hour Lance had found nothing.
He felt his chest tighten as the tears began to fall.
What was he going to do?
The team already thought he was nothing but a pretty face, he’ll be even less then nothing if they realise he’s not even that.
As his breaths came less frequently and quicker Lance slowly slipped down to the floor holding his throat with his hands.
He didn’t hear the door slide open.
He didn’t hear the gasp or the sound of footsteps running over to him.
But he did hear his name.
“Lance?” Allura asked panic clear in her voice. She put a steadying hand on his shoulder trying to get him to look up at her. “Lance tell me what is wrong! Are you hurt? What happened?” She asked sounding like a worried mother.
Lance’s only response was a slow shake of the head.
Allura recognising the panic attack hugged him in her strong arms humming a calming tune.
After a while the tears stopped and Lance found himself able to breath normally again. He stayed in Allura’s arms letting her rock him gently back and forth closing his eyes and listening to the calming sound.
“Pretty song” Lance whispered.
“My farther would sing it to me when I was young.” Allura answered a note of pain to her voice. “Ready to tell me what’s wrong?”
Lance shook his head earning him a sigh from the princess.
“Well…is there anything I can do to help?
Lance was quiet for a moment “do you have any makeup I could borrow?” He asked nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
“Of course. But I do not understand, you often boast about how perfect your skin is.”
A bitter laugh escaped Lance’s throat. “My skins ugly.”
Allura was so surprised by this answer she pulled back just to try and see if the blue paladin was joking. He had to be joking…right?
“Lance why would you think that?” She asked gently.
Lance slowly, very slowly looked up. The blanket falling off his head and showing his face to the older woman.
Allura couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she stared at Lance.
His face began to crumble “I knew it! I knew this would happen!” He sobbed curling in on himself.
“No no lance I didn’t mean anything bad!” Allura rambled quickly. “It’s just I did not realise humans also had marks of beauty like Altean’s.”
Lance sniffed looking up at her “marks of beauty?” He asked.
“Yes” she tapped the pink marking on her cheek “on Altea it was a sign of beauty to have markings such as yours on your face. They called them marks of the Drioborn bug… I believe you have something similar on Earth. Butterfly I think they are called.”
Lance smiled for a moment “yeah butterfly is right.”
After his little heart to heart with Allura, Lance though still self conscious didn’t outright hate his skin anymore. He borrowed her makeup as to feel more confident but eventually he opened up to the team allowing himself to love who he is as much as his team does.
Y/N had spent most of her childhood years in Derry. Despite all the murders,the bullies,the depression that always ran through her because of it,she loved her birthplace. The bond between Derry and Y/N was strong,the girl loved the small town unconditionally,almost blindly. Derry was her weakness. Her priority. Her number one.
Adoring Derry also meant loving the people living in it. Specifically, a bunch of kids,a bunch of losers who Y/N swore she would never forget;Stan,Eddie,Ben,Bev,Richie,Mike and Bill…
Bill. Bill Denbrough. Her best friend. Her crush. The love of her life,maybe. Bill was just too perfect. With his beautiful eyes,his adorable stuttering…To her,he was the perfect boy. He was always kind and sweet to her… But then she would remind herself that she was just a young girl. Having feelings towards a boy was stupid. That’s what her mother said.
Knowing that she had to leave everybody behind hurt too much. She got so attached to her friends,that when the time came and she had to announce the breaking news,she just couldn’t help but sob and cry uncontrollably. Eddie had put his aspirator in her mouth,hoping it would help her calm down,but it was no use.
“Please don’t cry…” Beverly had told her as she hugged her tightly.
“You don’t understand…” Y/N said,wiping away a few tears using the sleeves of her long jacket. “I’m gonna live with my mom’s sister. That bloody woman is gonna make my life a living hell…”
Nobody said anything except for Beverly who just whispered a weak “i know”. And it was true. Because she knew how home could easily turn into inferno. But she didn’t wanna tell.
“I’m gonna miss you guys. You have no idea how much…” She said and sniffed.
“We’re gonna muh-muh-miss you t-too Y/N. ” Said Bill and the girl felt her heart breaking into millions of pieces. The hardest part of the whole thing was leaving Bill. He was the first person she met from the losers’ club and knowing that she would probably never see him again was killing her. Knowing that she would see none of her friends again was killing her.
The honk of her mother’s car brought her back to reality. She was about to go,right. She was just saying her last goodbyes to her friends. She turned back and raised her left hand,motioning that she needed five more minutes. Her mom waved back at her and gave her a thumbs up.
“So…That’s it,i guess…” Y/N shrugged and put her hands on her hips.
Hesitantly,Stan was the first who hugged her after Bev. Y/N gave him a sad smile as she wrapped her arms around him,a few more tears escaping her eyes.
“You can be such a diva sometimes but i’m gonna miss you like hell, Stanley…”
Then it was Richie,who tried to imitate Y/N’s voice but failed,causing everyone to burst out laughing.
“Don’t miss me too much trashmouth…”
Then, she warmly embraced Ben,“you’re gonna be a freakin’ model one day.” and Mike, saying “When i come back,you better be the town’s sheriff or else i’m gonna beat you up…”
She knew it was the last time looking at their faces. Nobody told her that,of course. If anything,her mother had promised her that she would return,eventually.
“When things get safe in Derry,i’m coming to get you.”
But Y/N was a pessimist. All she could see was a life full of misery in a house without windows,accompanied by someone who wouldn’t give a damn if she died. She knew herself more than anyone. And to her,it was just a fact that her life outside Derry wouldn’t last for long. Believe it or not,she had accepted it.
She also knew she wouldn’t be there to watch her friends defeat the beast. Yes,she was sure they would win the war. IT wasn’t gonna get away with all those murders this time. And even though the losers’ club wouldn’t be the same without her,that’s what Bill said,she highly doubted that the bond between them would break.
She got so lost in her thoughts,that she didn’t feel two arms being wrapped around her small form. It wasn’t until the person who owned them spoke into her ear,that she came back to her senses.
“Don’t go,puh-puh-please…” His voice was low and sounded desperate.
Y/N felt her chest tighten. She wanted to let it all out,the sobs,the screams,the thoughts that haunted her mind. But she couldn’t. She decided to try and stay as composed as possible. She didn’t want her friends to realize she was crying for them. She had always been the strong one,yet this past few minutes showed otherwise. But that’s how she wanted them to remember her,unbreakable till the end.
But when her body touched Bill’s,when he burried his warm face in her neck,she couldn’t help but cry. She tried to hold it in but failed miserably.
“You’re gonna be everything you want to be one day,i promise.” She said,her voice cracking.
“Y/N,we’re gonna be late!” Her mother’s voice slightly startled her and she immediately pulled away. So did Bill. The sadness on his face couldn’t be hid.
Y/N gave everyone a sad smile,as she started taking a few steps backwards.
“Always a loser?” shouted Richie and she nodded.
“Always a loser.” She repeated. Throwing one last glance at them,she turned around and started walking away. She put her right hand in her pocket,kicking some pebbles with her foot
“Billy,are you coming?” She heard Eddie ask.
“No,i’ll catch up with you guys l-l-ater.” He replied.
She stopped dead in her tracks,feeling like she couldn’t breathe.
Was he…Was Bill…
A hand softly took her wrist and slowly spun her around,almost as if the person was afraid to see her crying face.
Y/N frowned,her heart sinking. Why couldn’t he just let go? Why was he making things harder than they already were?
“I f-forgot to g-g-give you something.” He whispered,never letting go of her trembling hand.
“I don’t want you to give me anything,Billy. I won’t forget you.” She said,avoiding his gaze.
“N-n-no,i’ve b-b-been truh-trying to g-give you this s-since the day we m-m-met…”
Y/N looked up at him,confused.
“Your stuttering is getting worse,are you-”
She didn’t manage to finish her question because his soft lips were on hers. It was quick and rather she short but to Y/N,it meant the world. Not even in her dreams,had Bill Denbrough kissed her.
Even though the kiss was salty,due to her tears,her heart was beating so fast and her cheeks had flushed. Bill had her wrapped around his little fucking finger.
“Best friends don’t do that…” She mumbled when the boy pulled away.
“I guess they don’t.” he said,smiling.
“Jaysus Christ,Y/N! Come here,now!” Her mother seemed furious. She didn’t really care about what her daughter said or did. All she wanted was the schedule to be followed.
“That’s my call,i guess…” Y/N giggled and moved her hand away from Bill’s.
“Forever i-i-in m-my huh-heart,Y/N.” Bill said,his cheeks slightly pink.
“Forever in my heart,Bill.”
They both smiled at each other and saying goodbye,they took their seperate ways; Bill towards the road the others losers had followed. Y/N towards her mother’s car.
She didn’t know what life had in store for her. At that moment,maybe it didn’t even matter.
Y/N had gotten the best present a girl could ever ask for.
➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.
➵ warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)
➵ genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut
➵ words: 5.8K
➵ a/n:since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~
➵ part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)
Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.
He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.
“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.
Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?
30 Tell-tale Signs that you are Hardcore Yoongi Biased with the Softest Core
1. You cried at least 5x while listening to “The Last”
2. You cried when Agust D was released
3. You cried when you finally understood “First Love”
4. You’re practically dehydrated every time Yoongi releases a personal track
5. You also cried when Yoongi cried. This lane cries a lot.
6. You’re Yoongi kink list includes (but is not limited to): Yoongi working in his Studio, Yoongi playing the piano, Yoongi eating, Yoongi talking about his music, members talking about how Yoongi takes care of them
7. You see his hands, your first thought, I want his fingers between mine
8. Seeing his gummy smile makes you feel like everything will be okay
9. You almost bought bubble wrap when he injured his ear… You also wanted to fight a door… At some point in 2014 you also wanted to fight an appendix… but shit was too complicated to comprehend… just how?
10 .He breathes… you praise his genius
11. You could listen to him singing… on loop
12. You believe he is shippable with any Bangtan member… coz come on! His relationship with everyone IS good! (don’t fight us on this… trigger warning)
13. Yoongi + Basketball… cannon
14. When Yoongi does aegyo... you cringe… then giggle… then die.
Hi! Love your blog, your recommendations give me so much happiness. I was wondering if you could compile a list of School/college AU, especially with lots of pining between victor and yuuri <3 that would be amazing!
I love this AU! Thanks for requesting this, everyone!
High School AU
gays on ink: an epic love story by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 5.6k Yuuri looks up from where he’s wringing his hands together in his lap, nervous, heart beating way too fast, and looks at his 73 copyrighted Victor Nikiforov posters, and the framed picture by his bed, and the copies of Victor’s artwork that he’s got lying on his nightstand. “Maybe it would be better to go somewhere else,” he chokes out, a bit strangled. Awesome highschool AU!
Viktor Nikiforov: Life Coach™ by greengoblin1, Teen, 18k (WIP) Yuuri was comfortable in his second year of high school, until he agrees to an arrangement from a new (annoyingly attractive) transfer student. Whoever gave Viktor Nikiforov the idea of becoming a Life Coach™ has a lot to answer for. Thumbs up!
Rhythm of Love by caneeljoy, Teen, 43k Yuuri Katsuki is your average loner American high schooler. Yuuri tries desperately to keep his parents from knowing about his budding dance career, and to keep Viktor from knowing about his massive crush on him. LOVE!
Ice skating hearts by April4444Key, Teen, 12k (WIP) Katsuki Yuri has spent his entire high school career flying under the radar but all that changes when a new Russian exchange student comes to town and decides to help him revive the school’s discontinued ice skating club. Definetly recommend!
The Eye Of Bliss by treasures and trinkets (hookedswan), Gen, 633 words In a world where your eye color changes to match your soulmate’s hair color, Yuuri Katsuki meets the Russian exchange student Viktor Nikiforov, (who constantly dyes his hair.) Cute one shot!
Then you should have put a ring on it by ObsidianAbyss, Teen, 15k Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers. That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around. OMG SO GOOD!
A wager most simple by astralelegies, Teen, 7.1k “Victor Nikiforov checks his perfect hair in the reflection on the microwave while he’s heating up his lunch,” Yuuri scoffs. “There’s no way he and I are even close to being in the same league.” I’M SOBBING THIS IS SO GOOD
star fire and silver by elesssar, Gen, 38k Not the stars in the sky, but the stars on the stage – or: in a high school production of Romeo & Juliet, Yuuri Katsuki is cast as Juliet. His long-time crush and the golden boy of the theatre department Viktor Nikiforov is cast as Romeo. The problem is, Yuuri can’t tell if Viktor’s flirtatiousness is just method acting, or if it might be something more. High school theatre AU!!!!!!!!!!! Love!!!!
Surprises From A Cute Dancer by SugarRose22, Teen, 2.6k Viktor Nikiforov is captain of the St. Petersburg High School football team. Viktor is always one to surprise people, but what happens when he gets surprised instead? Dancer!Yuuri and football player!Victor… cAN YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS OMGOMG
Warnings: fluffy, fluuuffffff, cuteness overload, gets a little steamy at the end. (Peter is about SEVENTEEN in these headcanons. I’m not really comfortable writing anything to smutty if he’s FIFTEEN)
A/n: After How You’d End Up Dating Peter Parker got such a great response I decide to make another one!
Don’t worry, next chapter of Uncharted is coming tomorrow !
Everything about being with him would make you smile. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you haven’t stopped smiling. Neither has he.
He gives you that 100 mile stare, where he’s looking at you, but past you at the same time, as if with his eyes he’s saying she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.
At first you’re both really shy.
Like it’s all soft touches, hand brushing and sitting really close to each other.
Than it slowly escalates.
The first time you hold hands was at school, in the hallway, Flash picks on him but says something to you. :’Look, Penis Parker has a girlfriend! Bet she’s being paid.” And Peter is about to beat this little shit into the ground, but you lace your fingers through his and he looks at you for a moment before pulling you away.
He’d always wait for you at your locker. Or if you made it first he’d slip his arms around your waist and snuggle into your shoulder.
Your first date is at the Thai Place. And he internally tells you that he larbs you.
You’re constantly playing footsie under the table
You’re goal in life is to make him blush, because it’s the most adorable thing on the planet.
You’ll discreetly smack his ass in public.
Kiss him senseless at school.
Slip your hand in the back pocket of his jeans
“(y/n)! We’re at school!!”
“But you like it”
“Ya I do.”
Slipping your hand under his shirt and running your hands over his abs.
Because Peter might look all cuddly, but he is one fit sonofabitch.
Running your hands through his hair
You stealing his shirts and sweaters
Him not saying anything because he thinks you look better in his clothes than he does himself.
So, he deliberately gives you his hoodies.
“Are you cold? Here take this.”
tbh what i actually want in an s/o
Going around town to find cute coffee shops as dates
“LOOK (Y/n)! ThiS oNE hAS caTs”
Whenever he has to keep it PG at school or with Aunt May, he either always has a hand on the small of your back or he grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles.
Ned and MJ rolling their eyes at your PDA, but honestly happy for you guys, because Peter seems so much happier.
Peter being insecure, wondering if he deserved you, because he’s always so busy being SpiderMan even if he tried making time for you.
“Because… Because, you could have someone else. Someone who won’t just up and leave, someone who isn’t such a burden, who doesn’t come back bloody and bruised. You don’t—”
“Peter, shut up. You’re all I need. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”
Gross sobbing on my part tbh
ALSO that’s the first time you say I love you.
Him responding with :” God, I love you so much, (y/n), you have no idea.”
“I think I do”
Staying at his place after a study night and having a lazy morning. (Aunt May had to work really early *wink* *wink*)
Him waking up first and making you breakfast.
Pancakes with smiley faces because that’s how Aunt May made them for Peter.
So much cuddling
Sometimes you’re the little spoon
Sometimes you’re the big spoon
There were days where you’d lay on top of him, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist
Movie nights always ended up with you falling asleep straddling him with you holding him tightly against your body
He’d carry you to bed easily.
“GODDAMIT PETER PUT A SHIRT ON I CAN”T CONCENTRATE “
And so the war begins. Trying to make one another as flustered as possible.
Which ends up with him popping a boner more than once cuz Peter is still a smol bb
Peter slipping a hand on your inner thigh.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
Peter is surprisingly fond of hickeys but he won’t admit that.
jEaLOus / pOssESsiVE PEtER
One day you’ll be at one of Liz’s parties and Peter would leave you alone to get some drinks.
Some asshole tries to hit on you, but you deflect his bullshit. At some point he still doesn’t give up and starts touching your arms and trying to lay his grotesque hands on your body
As you push him back, Peter comes barrelling in.
“WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TOUCH MY GIRL LIKE THAT? HUH?”
your smol bean just went from 0 to 100 real fkn quick.
tbh you’re kind of turned on. I mean… MY GIRL
You’d get back home and he’d probably will pin you to the wall. (p.s: Aunt May isn’t home)
All in all, you guys love each other so much, it’s blinding.
He’s engaged. He’s getting married. He’s getting married to someone else. She feels sick, like all the feelings she’d repressed up to this point were at boiling point and were ready to spill over. She needs to get out, she needs to go home, so she does. She leaves a fleeting kiss on his cheek and a quick congratulations to the oh so happy couple and then she’s gone.
“What was that?”
Her front door is flung open and she knows it’s him. Not only because he’s yelling but because he’s the only other one who has a key.
“No! What was that? You find out I’m engaged and all I get is a ‘I’m so happy for you’ and then you run out of the restaurant? Maybe we should go back and check, I think the you shaped cloud of smoke might still be there.”
“Well why wouldn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend and you don’t even tell me when you’re planning on fucking proposing? A little heads up would’ve been nice H.”
“That’s why you left? Because I wanted to surprised you? I’m so sorry okay? I mean damn is it too much to ask that you don’t think of yourself for once and maybe just be happy for me?”
She doesn’t answer straight away. Settles for staring at him with a look he hasn’t seen from her before. She’s hurt and she’s angry. She’s so angry. How dare he think she wasn’t happy for him? How dare he think she has ever put her self first when it comes to him?
“Get out Harry! I don’t want you here! You really think I’m not happy for you? You think I’m mad because you didn’t tell me? Are you that oblivious?”
She’s never been this angry before, never at him, and it scares him because he has no idea what she’s talking about. All he knows is that his best friend is mad at him, like really mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.
“Hey- hey! Calm down okay? I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me, what’s got you like this? Never seen you so mad before.” His voice is soft now and it’s going straight to her head and all she can think is ‘I bet her talks to his fiance like this too’. He’s reaching his hand out to rub her arm as a comfort but as soon as she feels it she’s flinching away from his touch.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Okay just don’t touch me right now” She’s yelling now and his hands go up in surrender.
“Okay, okay I’m not touching you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s happened?”
“You can’t fix this Harry! You can’t, I don’t want you to. You’re so happy with her and I can’t ruin that for you.”
“What? Is this about my relationship? You’re this angry because I’m engaged? Do you not like her? If you didn’t like her you could’ve just told me-”
“This isn’t about me not liking her H. She’s perfect, she’s beautiful and kind and funny and I’ve seen how you look are her. How could I not like someone who makes you look at them like that?”
“Well then what is this about? How are you going to ruin this for me?”
“I love you, you idiot! I am so damn in love with you and it hurts. I love you and it hurts because you love her and I’m watching you love her and I just-” She’s cut off by a sob that’s been stuck in her throat since he walked into the restaurant with his fiance on his arm and it’s breaking his heart to see her fall apart because of him. “I just can’t watch you love her anymore.”
His eyes soften as her words do. Her voice now broken with a bittersweet softness to it. He’s reaching out for her again, cupping her face in his hands and brushing away mascara tinted tears off of flushed cheeks. She doesn’t push him away this time. She should, she knows she should, but his hands are warm and they feel an awful lot like home and she’s just too exhausted.
“Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“You’ve been so happy with her H. You called me after your first date with her and told me that this was the girl you were going to marry. And now you are. I couldn’t take that away from you.” He’s pulling her into his chest, she’s gripping his shirt in fists and he’s sighing. What does he say to that? What can he say to that? She’s been so hopelessly in love with him and she hasn’t said anything because she cares more about his happiness than her own? How do you respond to that?
He can hear her shaky breaths and he can feel shirt getting damper and it makes his own eyes well with tears. This is his fault. He did this. He was so preoccupied with trying to get rid of his own feeling that he didn’t stop to notice that she was doing the exact same thing. And now she’s broken. He broke her.
“I think you should to go.” Her voice is almost a whisper and they hadn’t been so close he would’ve missed it, he heard though and he’s pulling away from her in disbelief.
“I really think you should go home now. You have a fiance and she’s probably missing you and you need to-”
She’s interrupted by him pressing his mouth to hers and her head goes quiet for the first time all night. She would give anything to stay in this moment but she can’t because she’s so aware that he isn’t hers.
“Har- Harry we can’t. You’re getting married we can’t do this.” She’s pushing him away. She’s played this scenario over in her head countless times and not once did she push him away. Her unsteady fingertips are on her lips because she can still taste him like he was still there and god how she wishes he was still there and he’s watching her, silently, his heart is racing a million miles a minute and all he can focus on is how kissing his soon to be wife never made him feel as complete as kissing his best friend just did.
“I can’t marry her…” Her head shot up, surely she hadn’t heard him right.
“What? Harry no, you love her! I’m sorry, I never should have said anything, I’m so sorry.”
“No… No I don’t, I can’t. I can’t marry her. Hell, I can’t even kiss her again after that. Don’t be sorry, please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. I can’t-” He sighs, runs his hand over his face and lets his eyes settle on her shocked frame that’s clinging to his every word.
Sorry I took such a long time to post this, i’ve just been going through some stuff with family recently, and i’ve also had no inspiration to write anything so I’m sorry if this is bad, I just really wanted to quickly finish this series. So I apologize if it’s really bad, and sorry if I didn’t tag you :/
So basically this whole part is going to be (hopefully) some cute moments leading up to Tom proposing.
“I hate that guy. I bet he wakes up looking all gorgeous and stuff.” My friend says as she stares at my boyfriend, Tom. I can’t believe that I got lucky enough to be able to call Tom Holland my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for 2 weeks, and only a few people know because I hate publicity.
“Oh, no he doesn’t, trust me, he drools on pillows, and it’s disgusting. But he is also so adorable. I mean, you should see his bedhead, it’s the cutest thing.” I reply as I stare at him dreamily watching him talk to Harrison with a smile on his face.
I look over at my friend to see her looking at me stunned. I shrug my shoulders before my eyes widen realising that I just told her that I was dating Tom Holland.
“WHAT?” She yells, catching almost everyone’s attention, Tom and Harrison’s heads snap towards us. I slap my forehead and grab her arm dragging her towards them.
“I accidentally told her.” I say sheepishly to Tom, he laughs deeply and hands Harrison $5. My mouth drops open in shock.
“Were you both betting that I would be the first to accidentally spill that we are dating?”
“Why are you staring at your spoon like that?”
“Well love, haven’t you ever thought that spoons are just tiny bowls on sticks?”
“Oh please, not this again.”
“Oh, is that the Infinity War script?” I say to Tom as I slide over closer to him, making him hide the script from him.
“You can’t see it.” He hisses jokingly as he ends up sitting on the script.
“Yes I can, I have eyes.”
“Oh, you are such a comedian, I can’t stop laughing.” Tom says glaring at me with a straight face.
“I can definitely tell,” I state as I suddenly remember that I had a pizza in the oven. I get up to go get it when I’m pulled back down onto Tom’s lap.
“No, cuddle with me for a bit.” He says, making me sigh contently as I lean into him, carding my fingers through his soft curls.
*like 7 minutes later*
“Do you smell something burning?” I sniff.
“Just my love, and desire for you,”
“NO TOM THE PIZZA,”
“I can fit my whole world in the palm of my hands,”
“Are you going to cup my face, because if you did then that’s really unoriginal Tom.”
“I was actually going to grab your butt, because I didn’t know that your face was an option,”
Harrison walks into the room, the first thing he sees is Tom and Y/N staring at eachother, lovingly he thought. and then he sees Zendaya in the corner.
“Aw, they look so cute looking at eachother like that,”
“It’s not what you think, they’re having a staring contest, it’s been 2 minutes.”
“Okay cool, good thing I brought food with me.”
“I love you,”
“And, I love you.”
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Banana Bread Girl.”
“I dropped a bar of soap on the floor earlier and I had a thought,”
“Well, is the soap dirty or is the floor clean?”
“Why are you like this Tommy,”
“I think I need to break it off,” I say as I pick at my fingernail looking at Tom, his face contorting into one of shock.
“What? No! I don’t understand, what have I done? I’ll change, I’ll do anything, please don’t break up with me, I love you! I thought soulmates were perfect for each other? Please don’t leave, me you’re all I have!” He sobs as tears start to appear in the corner of his eyes.
“Baby, I meant my fingernail…” I say softly as I walk towards him.
“O-Oh, um. I’ll just go make some tea then,” He whispers slowly turning towards the kitchen.
I chuckle to myself and grab his arm softly pulling him into my arms.
“I love you so much.”
“EXCUSE ME TOM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S ALL YOU HAVE!” Harrison yells.
“O-Okay, wow I didn’t think that I would be this nervous, okay. When I’m alone, I can think of many things to say to you, but when I get a chance to ask you, I go speechless. I remember the first time we met, and I stupidly called you Banana Bread Girl, but now, it’s one of my favourite things to call you. Look, I guarantee there’ll be tough times, I guarantee that at some point, one, or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don’t ask you to be mine forever, it will be the biggest regret I will ever have, and I want you to know that the next time I get on my knees for another girl, it will be the day that I tie a shoelace for our daughter. Okay that part as random and it didn’t need to be there but I thought it would be cute. Harrison stop laughing, I can hear you. You too Y/N, I’m trying to be really sweet right now. Anyway, I promise that from this moment forward, the only running you will be doing is into my arms, and i’ll never stop looking for your cold little hands to hold on the morning, there will never be a day that goes by that I don’t think to myself, wow, how did I get so lucky to be with the most beautiful girl in the world. And now, finally I will ask you the question that I have wanted to ask you ever since the day I was trying to eat my steak but tasted your banana on bread with honey, will you, Y/N M/N L/N, marry me Thomas Stanley Holland, and become an official member of the Holland family?”
OKAY SORRY IF THIS WASN’T GOOD I SWEAR I TRIED REALLY HARD
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don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened
You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.
The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.
“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?
Fresher’s flu is a thing. It’s an actual thing. It’s not a myth to scare upcoming students out of college; it’s a real, live illness that smashed into Lance like a giant ocean wave that’s been building over him for days.
One day he was fine, the next he’s laid up in his tiny dorm bed, shivering through a fever that’s leeching warmth from his body and hacking up a lung every few seconds. He’s convinced that one of these times, he’s actually going to cough up one of these damn organs necessary for survival.
There’s a faint, chilling feeling lingering around his room; it feels almost as if the Grim Reaper is creeping in a shadowed corner and waiting for Lance to breathe out his last, dying breath.
At least, that’s what Lance told Shiro, but his very reasonable boyfriend assured him that his nasty fever was playing mind tricks, and then he left to get medicine, leaving Lance alone in the grips of his darting thoughts.
Draco probably cries over how beautiful Scorpius is (lord knows i do)
Slytherins are out for pub night, Draco’s tipsy and showing pictures of Scorpius to his friends.
Theo: Wow, he looks just like you Draco. Draco: *sniffling* I don’t know how we managed it, he’s too perfect. *wipes tears and takes out another album* and these are all from sunday. Blaise: What happened on sunday? Draco: Nothing, Scorpius just looked so beautiful in the afternoon sun. Pansy: Draco this album has 500 slots. Draco: *sobbing* Isn’t he the prettiest baby you’ve ever seen?? Isn’t he??
Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition
since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you
on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to
take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung
to score you stayed utterly silent.
“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock
yelled at Stiles.
“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at
jung hoseok x reader (his
point of view), college! hoseok genre/warnings—
angst, smut, friends
with benefits words—
you were broken from
a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he
willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that
your best friend was the one…?