Andrew doesn’t ever respond, but doesn’t block them or ask to leave the chat either
He just straight up doesn’t acknowledge the chat
Everyone in it assumes Andrew is just ignoring them in the chat and carries on, pretty much forgetting he’s even in it
At one point they decide to have a competition to see who can get the cutest picture of Neil
They give it a week and whoever sends the cutest picture by the end of Thursday gets 10 bucks each from the others
Andrew of course doesn’t acknowledge that, just like he doesn’t acknowledge anything else they send him
But he watches the pictures coming in even more than usual all week
The one of Neil smiling after Matt called him one of his best friends
The selfie Dan took of her hugging Neil with their cheeks smushed together
The one Allison secretly took from the back of Matt’s truck of Neil staring dreamily at Andrew while he’s sitting on the trunk of his car smoking
The one Renee takes of him sitting between Dan and Matt on the couch in the girls’ room, all wrapped in a blanket
The one Nicky sends of Neil standing in the kitchen, yawning and stretching, two minutes after getting up
The one Dan sends of Matt standing behind Neil, grinning as he slouches with his forearms resting across Neil’s shoulders while Neil scowls at the camera
The one Allison takes of Neil looking super confused after she purposely referenced a movie he hasn’t even heard of
Late Thursday they’re all arguing over which picture is cutest and asking how they’re supposed to pick a winner and questioning if there was any way they could convince Andrew to judge or if they should all just have to vote for one that isn’t theirs to be cutest and see what wins that way
Andrew sends a message to the group chat for the first time ever at 11:59 pm on Thursday
It’s a picture of Neil being so cute that it physically pains Andrew and he 500% wants to kill him for daring to make him feel like this
Neil’s curled up in the fetal position asleep cradled in one of the bean bag chairs and his hair is sticking out in every fucking direction and his arm’s reaching out so that he’s still holding Andrew’s hand in his sleep and there’s the faintest hint of a smile on his lips
Neil’s curled up facing where his and Andrew’s hand are intertwined, resting on the edge of the beanbag chair, because he definitely fell asleep staring at Andrew so that he wouldn’t miss one extra second of Andrew’s beautiful face
With the picture Andrew sends “I win, fuckers.”
None of them argue and Andrew doesn’t respond to the group chat again, but they know he’s watching it
Neil looks super confused when the next morning at practice Matt, Dan, Renee, Allison, and Nicky each cough up ten bucks to Andrew without even being asked
fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth
WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk
Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.
brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns
insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this
low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen,
but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on
don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed
near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need
her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate,
but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very
back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise
I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”
quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks
before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.
you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong
narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even
facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your
urgency to leave the room increases.
yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go
in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy
and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure
that Sejong will call you out.
Summary: You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.
Warnings: Description of wounds/blood, Bucky being shameless
Note: I’m overwhelmed by the feedback I got on my last fic! You guys are great! So for my second fic I though I’d try out Bucky, again I’d love any constructive comments/criticism.
“Incoming! Incoming!” Odette, the surgical tech assigned to you rushes into the room.
“How many?” you ask, looking up from the table where you’ve laid out your tools.The tech flushes. You sigh. “What type of injuries?”
“Uh-hm..” the tech stutters. You turn around so you can hide your eye roll. “Dr.Cho’s been called in..” Odette says.
“Thank you, Odette” You say and head to the sink to scrub your hands again. You are a top scientist working for Fury, and besides having your degree in engineering you’re an MD who specializes in general surgery. So whenever the reinstated avengers go on mission you’re put on call, which basically consists of you waiting in the med bay in case anyone needs to be treated. Usually the injuries are minor, the team are unparalleled in what they do, and you just end up patching up deep scrapes or bullet grazes. Because of this and the fact you have daily work at the Avenger’s compound you’ve become very friendly with the team.
Your palms start to sweat. Today’s mission was supposed to be high risk and it’s a bad sign that Helen’s been called in. With you and one other doctor on call her and her technology are only called in for severe injuries. The door opens and a battered looking Steve supporting an even more battered looking Bucky walks in. Steve helps Bucky sit on the examination table.
“Any more injured?” You ask, pulling on gloves.
“Scrapes all around, except for Sam. He’s badly burned.” Steve blows air out of his mouth. You look at him, his brow is creased in worry.
“How badly?” You look at Bucky, he has a chunk of what seems to be jagged metal in his side, about two inches thick, protruding several inches from his gear. It seems to be a simple extraction job.
“Badly. But Park’s seeing to him” Samuel Park is the other doctor in the compound “Dr.Cho’s supposed to put him in the new Cradle.I hope she gets here soon.”
You walk to the table and pick up scissors and a knife. “Odette, You should go assist Dr.Park.” the tech nods, and scurries out the door. Steve goes to follow but looks back at Bucky.
“He’ll be fine, go,” You say, and with that Steve leaves.
You look at Bucky. His eyes are already trained on you. It reminds you of the time Steve came in for stitches. His forearm had been split open. Bucky leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, he remained silent but his eyes followed your every move. Even when you looked at him he didn’t break his gaze. You assumed he was just being protective over his best friend. Bucky hasn’t said more than two words to you in the time that you’ve known him. Even after he started opening up and joking around with the team he remained oddly silent around you. You assumed you annoyed him. He had no problem talking with the others and even flirting with the research techs.
You step up to him and start cutting away his gear. ‘Oops probably should have asked before I started cutting off his clothes’.Heat flushes down your neck and you stop your actions.
“Sorry, do you mind if I cut away your gear?”
“ ‘S fine” he says, voice low. You look up and you swear there’s a hint of smile on his face. You nod and continue. He smells of something metallic mixed with blood and sweat and a hint of….cologne…? As you cut away more of his gear you catch more of it. You try not to think about it. He’s handsome, the type of handsome that makes people do a double take. You try to ignore the broadness of his shoulders as his gear falls away, leaving him in a damp wife-beater.
“Ain’t even the first date and you’re already tryna get me outta my clothes.” He rasps, startling you. You stutter and stammer, before deciding not to respond.
“Okay,” you say, taking a breath. “I’m just going to take a look at this” You step in between his legs and inspect the metal shard. It looks worse than what you first thought it was. The shard is about the size of your hand and sticks out right below his rib cage, there’s a possibility that it might have hit some organs. There’s no exit point. Your heart rate goes up. Can a super soldier die if his major organs fail before his body can repair them?
You wheel over your table of tools. You wish you hadn’t sent away Odette.
“Can you lay down for me?,” You ask.
“Of course sugar.” He says, piercing you with his stare.
You take a deep breath, feeling flustered. Did this man want to die on the operating table?
You cut away his undershirt and prepare some local anesthesia.
“I’m going to try to numb the area, but I don’t know how well this will work. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else on hand.” You don’t even know if anesthesia would work on him.
“ ‘S alright, darling I’ve been through worse,” He says giving you a small smile. You feel your face fall as you think about how true his statement is. You numb him and take a deep breath.You move to start extracting the shard when his hand shoots out and grabs yours. You stop yourself from jumping.
“You know there is something that would make me feel better.” Bucky says, voice gravelly.
“Of course, what is it?” You place your tools back on the table. ‘Maybe a special painkiller?’ you think.
“A kiss,”Bucky’s face stretches into a wide smirk.
You splutter “James…!”
“Bucky.” he supplies, smirk not leaving his face.
“Bucky….I uh….I don’t think that would be necessary for minimizing your pain.”
“Oh I beg to differ darlin’“ He says.
You clear your throat and start to grab your tools again. Bucky says your name, pleadingly.
“Come on, ya really gonna deny a dyin’ man his final wish.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic tone. You fix him with your gaze.
“You’re not gonna die Bucky.”
“Here I am,bleeding out on your table, and all I’m askin’ for is one little kiss. Just one little kiss, from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye “….before she slices me open.”
You sigh. One thing you know about Bucky Barnes is that he’s stubborn as a bull. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble prickling you in a not unpleasant way.
For a moment Bucky just looks at you, it seems like he’s crawling underneath your skin with that stare. Then he groans “Really sugar? Ya gonna try and cheat a man with a chunk of metal in his side?”
“I-I, uh” You stammer
“You really are heartless.” He sighs dramatically, closing his eyes.
You war with yourself for a split second, before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As you start to pull away Bucky’s hand comes up and stops you, and he deepens the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, his stubble scratches your face deliciously. Remembering the fact that he has a piece of metal in his side, you slowly withdraw. Bucky tugs on your lip with his teeth as you do so, which makes you have to turn around in order to regain your composure. When you turn back around, Bucky’s face is split in an ear to ear grin.
“Alright beautiful, cut me open, I can now die a happy man.”
You swallow, “Shut up James,” you snap, hating how your voice shakes. You pick up your tools and start to remove the metal. It comes out surprisingly smoothly, except for the last few inches. As you pull them free, Bucky starts to bleed. Way too much. The end of the shard is jagged. You try to contain the blood. But there’s just so much, you call for assistance and try to repair the damage.
By the time you finish you’re covered in blood. “Bucky, Bucky can you hear me?” You say, stepping close and touching his face, he looks drawn, pale.
“His pulse is faint. But it’s there.” Odette says. You jump, you forgot she had come in.
“Alright,” you sigh, blowing hair back from your forehead. “Guess we’ll wait.”
Bucky’s moved to a different hospital bed in another one of the rooms, and fitted with IVs. Steve understandably freaks out, with two close friends gravely injured within 24 hours it’s no wonder. Sam’s healed now, resting. You tell Steve to do the same and sit in a chair in Bucky’s room. The others wander in and out of the room.You know with his regenerative properties he’ll recover, but when six hours pass you can’t help but worry. ‘Why hasn’t he woken up by now?’ .
You blink your eyes open as a sliver of sunlight passes across your face. You squint, looking at the clock on the wall: 7 am. Damn. You finished patching Bucky up at about 4 pm last night. You had fallen asleep in his room. ‘I’m terrible at keeping watch’ you scold yourself. ‘What if he had worsened during the night?’ You look over at Bucky, only to find him watching you. You jump.
“Man you need to stop doing that.” Your voice is thick with sleep. You lick your dry lips, feeling self conscious. Standing you hear your joints cracking as you walk over.
“How can I help it when you’re always lookin’ so gorgeous?” He smirks.
“Shut up,” You say, pulling back the covers and inspecting his wound. It looks nearly healed. “How do you feel?” you murmur.
“Alright,” He says wincing slightly as you put pressure on his wound. He sits up, and you try to ignore the way the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “I’d feel better if you’d let me buy you dinner, though” He looks up at you through his lashes. You click your tongue.
“You really are shameless,”
“Come on, it’s the least I can do after bleedin’ all over ya.” You look down at yourself, your scrubs are crusted in dried blood. You start replacing the dressing on his wound.
“You say that to all the girls who stitch you up?” You quip, avoiding his gaze.
“Nope. But then again I don’t spend six months building up the courage to ask those girls out either.” You look at him for a long while,saying nothing, and notice how red starts to tinge his ears and creep up his neck.
“Alright,” You answer finally giving him a smirk of your own.
Bucky lets out a huge breath, and chuckles “Damn sugar, you really know how to make a man sweat, don’t ya?”
Let me just talk about this scene in TFP in the episode “Triage”
After Megatron asks Knockout to repair Soundwave’s visor, there is a long pause while ominous music plays in the background. We see Knockout looking unsure and gritting his teeth while looking at Soundwave.
What is there to be uncomfortable about is the question. Knockout is a doctor so he should be okay with examining others and seeing their ‘personal parts’. But having to repair Soundwave’s visor makes him hesitant.
Was this supposed to set up or hint for a Soundwave face reveal? Is his face too damaged/terrible to look at so that’s why he always wears a visor?
In these shots we can see Soundwave’s eyes under his visor, which means he does indeed have a face.
So most likely TFP planned for Soundwave to have a face reveal at one point but never got to it
If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that the purpose or your existence was to love Kim Taehyung, and his was to love you. Throughout countless lifetimes the two of you have longed for each other, but just like parallel lines, though your souls always seemed to be travelling in the same direction, it was impossible that they could ever meet and become one.
Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Fallen series which I read when I was like 12 lmao
You were no longer sure who, or where, you had been the very first time you laid your eyes on Kim Taehyung.
So many lifetimes blurred together into one, your existence was so scattered throughout time you had begun to lose track of it. But in each life, no matter who you were, regardless of whether you lived a life of luxury or one of extreme poverty, he was always there. Your existences were irreversibly intertwined.
You didn’t know why. You didn’t know how. You had no clue if there were others in the world who lived through multiple existences, or if any of them remembered each individual life the way you did. In no life had you ever dared ask, for fear of sounding crazy or being whisked away to the closest asylum.
In some lives you were close to him. In a few, you even grew up as childhood friends. You remembered those lives more clearly than most. One in particular that you remembered with a shocking clarity was England in the 1600s. Your family lived on and ran a small farm out in a tiny rural village. It had been a tough life, getting up at the brink of dawn every morning and not returning from the fields until the sun finally dropped behind the earth, but the hard work paid off and there was always a sufficient amount of food. You could still feel the wonderful sensation of the cool, crisp early morning air against your skin, even now.
Taehyung’s family had owned a bakery and every morning, just as you set out to work the fields, his mother would send him round to deliver bread in exchange for milk.
Even from a young age, you’d felt the pull towards him, that feeling which was now so painfully familiar. He was like a magnet, he could only be resisted for so long before you had no choice but to give in.
For some reason, you’d thought in that life that perhaps things would be different, perhaps it wouldn’t end in the same fashion that all the others had. You were no longer sure what had caused you to think this, maybe getting to spend so long by his side had lured you into a false sense of safeness. You weren’t as foolish now as you had been then. You’d learnt the hard way that there were never any exceptions.
You still dreamt about that life sometimes. You dreamt about the way the long honey coloured strands of wheat matched his eyes and the sound of his laughter getting caught between trees in the nearby forest as you played together. But more vividly, you were haunted by the shy, gentle first touch of your lips to his, you were tormented by that fleeting moment of happiness that had existed just before everything crumbled away to dust.
In other lives, however, Kim Taehyung was painfully out of reach. One of you would be of a much higher status than the other, meaning any attraction you felt was forbidden. You could recall a few lives where you ended up being born into a wealthy family and Taehyung had been employed by your family in some way. He had once been a gardener, and another time a cook, and you were fairly sure he had also been a stable boy at some point. But you hated those lives the most. Any interaction with him was dialled down to a minimum and it made your chest ache awfully. Those lives were made of nothing but longing glances and sad smiles.
Kim Taehyung never seemed to remember you. Unlike you, he seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that he had lived hundreds of times before, and that you had been present in each and every one of those existences.
Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to look into the eyes of the man you’d loved for centuries and for him to have absolutely no clue who you were. But it was even more heartbreaking to watch as he fell hopelessly in love with you. The dreadful cycle was doomed to repeat over and over, possibly for eternity.
Because the two of you could never be together.
In every life, without fail, the first kiss with Kim Taehyung was also always the last. You’d spent so many days and nights in complete anguish, wondering why the two of you had been cursed with such a cruel fate.
Because after every first kiss with Kim Taehyung, your body would burst into flames.
“It’s midnight, Santi.” “You said I’m holding back, well, I’m here to prove you wr-wrong. I’m here. I’m here now, so s-shoot. Ask me anything. I know you wanna know.” “Shh, it’s too late for this, you’ll wake up Fiona—” “I said shoot. Shoot, coward, you will only k-kill- kill a—” “How much have you had to drink?” “Enough.” “Alright, c'mon—” “I’m not leaving. You want answers, so I’m telling you.” “Santi, this isn't—” “I’m here, Lou! I’m here now, what more do you want?”
“Fine. You wanna know my burning questions? Why. Why do you always do this? Why are you always running away? And for Christ’s sake, why do you hate yourself so much?”
Prompt: Reader is the child of Tony Stark. While talking to Peter one day you discover that Flash is bullying him, and decide to take matters into your own hands by showing up to Liz Allen’s party to put an end to it.
Requested by: n/a
Warnings: slight spoilers for Homecoming, mild swearing, bullying
Word count: 2,805
Notes: I know this isn’t the exact dialogue as in the movie but I’m just working off my memory so bare with me folks. Also this took me several day to write but I love it, even though the ending is kinda shaky but this is very long and I would enjoy you guys sent in requests! My masterlist is in my bio (it’s almost empty but that’ll change) along with a prompt list you can request off of if you want!
Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader
have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or
something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore
you Ivar x Reader’s!
Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.
Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.
delicious.“ Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook
it or the slaves?”
You smiled at him.
“I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”
“And you think I
do?” He replied with grin.
“Well, I don’t
know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”
“Of course not. I
just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you
make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having
servants tending to all my wishes.”
“Is that not what
you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the
He groaned and threw
one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”
You ducked under the
flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the
next few weeks.”
“Then maybe you
should change your mind and come with me.”
Your grin faded and
you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my
father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else
to take care of him.”
“I know. But I
will miss you.”
You reached across
the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come
back to me.”
He placed his hand
on yours. “Always.”
You smiled at each
other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so
many times in the past.
After a while Ivar
broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been
all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of
helping your brother.”
He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.
“Why are you
spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his
tone now clearly annoyed.
You rolled your
eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but
sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of
“He is building a
house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some
help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.
“If you help him
with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”
“And was Margrethe
“No she wasn’t.
She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were
starting to lose your patience.
narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone
with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting
“What else would
we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out
louder and more angry than you had intended.
“I don’t know.
That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming
completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was
very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care
for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind.
How could he dare to accuse you of such things?
“You know what,
Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from
one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and
play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone
else because I’m really tired of it.”
You saw Ivar’s
eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but
it was too late to take them back.
Ivar leaned over the
table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.
You also leaned
forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was
clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such
anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were
taught to never let your fear show.
“I don’t belong
to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his
You could see him
clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting
to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle
because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could
react his hand closed around your throat.
“You are mine.”
He repeated, voice shaking with anger.
tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the
sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream
was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to
open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows
began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body
demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a
strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of
utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face,
then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip
softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand
as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.
As the fear left
your body the anger came back.
“Get out of here.”
You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.
You had made sure he
had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with
his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his
anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it
happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You
had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it
was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you
couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind
of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not
wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and
thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And
now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.
But as the weeks
passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were
worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to
him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you
One evening you were
sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody
that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You
turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was
leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t
heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and
sink into his arms but you still weren’t sure if you had forgiven
him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from
your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but
as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could
see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he
gained back control and his grin only grew wider.
“Are you not going
to ask me in?”
“Where’s the point
when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your
voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“We just arrived
about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in
front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”
Your eyes narrowed.
You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can
command me to do anything!”
His grin came back
to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to.
I can see it in your eyes.”
He was right.
Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You
wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to
him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an
effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that
he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your
chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him,
eyes blazing with anger.
“Don’t you dare to
tell me what I want.”
His grin didn’t fade
one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N.
There’s no point in denying that.”
You hated him so
much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your
anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than
you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards
he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down
with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell
down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of
“Get off me!”
You hissed and pushed against his chest.
Ivar just smirked at
you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head.
Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could
feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to
suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips
against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger
inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.
He chuckled at you.
“See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want
You gave him an
angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes
and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his
hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers
slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused
grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on
yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into
his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit
with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started
to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in
his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You
whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress
together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He
hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to
the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to
cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his
shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.
“You still want me
to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.
“What do you want
me to do then?”
You smiled and
lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you
back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips
again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock
rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in
defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.
“I want you to
He gave you a nod as
if to say See, it wasn’t that hard.
Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was
hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you
much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you
with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him
stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down
and bit your shoulder.
“Keep looking at
me.” He cooed.
As you opened your
eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go
slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard.
It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give
you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and
reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his
waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy
kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips
against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his
name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able
to push himself into your depths with even more force than before.
With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you
scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.
“You know you are
mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in
this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.
“Yes Ivar, I’m all
yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make
you scream out his name.
You know you are
close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust
Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The
feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge.
Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is
shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses
onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to
move, bodies sticky with sweat.
As your breathing
slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.
“That wasn’t so
bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.
All you can manage
is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder
and close your eyes.
asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you
don’t thinkabout allura deep in thought —
eyes focused on a map of constellations before her, brows furrowed, tip of a pencil on her lips, hair tied back except for that one silver strand that’s slipped out of her bun.
don’t thinkabout shiro checking on her in the middle of the night — finding her in the command room, sighing softly to himself when he sees her standing in the same spot as when he left her two hours ago, slipping his arms around her to embrace her from behind, stepping close against her to catch the little jump she makes when she realizes he’s there.
don’t think about his breath on her neck as he turns his nose toward her, her arm slowly lowering the pencil in her hand down to the table — the hint of a smile stretching over her face as his lips graze the point of her ear as he murmurs,
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy
It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.
“So what do you think they’re doing?”
Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.
Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”
Imagine Stiles and Scott secretly rate each member of the pack.
Isaac and Allison are both an 8 (thanks to Scott’s generosity and bias), Erica’s an 8, Boyd’s a 7 (but his sweet heart would make him a 9), Cora’s a 7 (she’s gorgeous but neither of them would date her), Lydia’s a 9, Peter’s a 2 (he looks good but his attitude brings him down) and - of course - Derek’s a perfect 10.
(And Stiles is not the lease bit subtle. He can’t help but drool over Derek)
The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.
You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.
Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.
However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.
It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.
FOR COVER BAND
MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.
There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.
Peter had been ignoring you. You didn’t know what you did, or what reason he had, but he wouldn’t speak to you. He wouldn’t even look at you. It had been almost a week without your best friend by your side, and honestly? You hadn’t ever been so lonely.
You tried to speak to him multiple times throughout each day—in the hallways, in class, at lunch, but he would only look down at his feet and pretend you weren’t there. A sharp pain would resonate in your chest each time, missing your best friend.
And it was a bit of a hysterical situation to you, because you had just been thinking of telling him how you really felt about him. But maybe Ned was wrong, considering this was the treatment you were getting for no reason. Maybe Peter never liked you.
And that other world would never truly be this one.
But being fed up, and wanting to deny the thoughts in your head, you stormed your way to his apartment at a time you knew he would be home. You kept your eye out more carefully this time, nerves on edge this past week that you didn’t have Peter on the phone to calm you down. You rushed up all the stairs in his apartment building, majorly out of breath as you knocked harshly on his door.
“Coming!” You heard May yell, and you attempted to gain your breath back before she answered. The door swung open and you were greeted with the sight of Peter’s aunt wearing an apron with bits of flour sprinted on it. “Hey, (Y/N)!”
“Hi, May,” you smiled back, and you felt bad when you saw her outfit. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting you?”
“No, not at all!” She exclaimed and opened the door wider for you to come in.
“Is Peter here?” You asked as you walked through the door, and you found yourself looking around at the apartment for him.
“No, he isn’t,” May said slowly, and you knew she noticed your shoulders sag as soon as she spoke. “Is everything alright between you two?” She asked as she closed the door behind her, and she motioned for you to sit at the kitchen table with her.
You sighed as the both of you sat down across from each other, your shoulders slouching even more. “I don’t even know.”
She waited patiently for you to finish. “He just- he won’t talk to me. And I don’t know what I did. He pretends like I don’t even exist. I just- I need to know.”
You looked down at the kitchen table, fiddling with your fingers. You knew it was odd to be saying this to Peter’s aunt, of all people, but you had always been close with May.
After a few moments of silence, you looked up from the table to see May staring at you inquisitively. “You like him, don’t you?” She finally said, and your eyes fell back to the table.
You let out a self-deprecating laugh, not even bothering to deny it anymore. “Is it that obvious?” You asked. You could feel your cheeks growing redder.
“Not to him, I’m sure,” she laughed lightly, and you could feel her eyes still on you. “My nephew is an oblivious one when it comes to that stuff.”
You gave a small laugh in response, but said no words other than, “Do you know why he’s ignoring me?”
You looked up to see her shake her head, and you frowned. “No, I don’t. But I’m sure it has something to do with his feelings for you.”
You immediately perked up at her words, shoulders now stood stiffly straight. “Feelings for me?”
“Come on, honey. You’re telling me you haven’t noticed the way Peter looks at you?” May said, and you stared at her blankly in response.
It couldn’t be.
“He’s completely smitten for you. And you should tell him you feel the same.”
“But he’s ignoring m-”
“Probably because he thinks you don’t like him back!” You could see her getting excited, and you felt the feeling stir up inside of you as well. “Tell him, (Y/N),” she said, resting her hand over yours. “It’ll be worth the risk.”
You nodded, a small smile forming on your face. “Thank you, May.”
You decided to wait until the next day at school to talk to him. You were determined to tell him, to track him down and make him talk to you. To make him look at you.
You had to wait until the lunch bell rang to go search for him since the two of you didn’t share any classes together in the morning, and when it rang, you sprinted out of the classroom and towards the gym where you knew Peter had class.
Before you arrived there, practically running through the halls with hundreds of other kids in the hallway with you, another bell rang. You almost didn’t flinch, and neither did anyone else, thinking it was the second lunch bell.
But then it became louder and harsher, and you realized it wasn’t a bell—it was an alarm.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you thought.
You crashed through the gym doors, seeing nothing but an empty gym. You needed to hurry. You needed to find him. The halls were now chaos, everyone panicking as the realization an alarm was going off set in.
“This is a lockdown. I repeat, this is a lockdown. Everyone please make their way to the nearest classroom immediately. We are not in immediate threat, but there is an Avengers crisis just miles from our school. I repeat, this is a lockdown.”
Everyone continued to panic, scrambling for the classroom doors.
You, on the other hand, frantically looked around for Peter. He had to be around here somewhere. You tried to think. If it was an Avengers matter, then he would most definitely be called by Mr. Stark to help. All you had to hear was the signal he had showed you whenever he would need him. You listened and listened, but nothing could be heard over the blaring alarm and the screams of worried teenagers.
The hallways were quickly clearing as students ran into classrooms, but they still seemed crowded. It was now that you felt the panic set in yourself. You needed to tell him. You needed to find him. If he was about to go risk his life for something big enough that the Avengers needed him, then you needed to find him.
You would’t let him risk his life after not speaking to him for a week, without you even knowing why.
You looked around frantically, ignoring the shoves and yells of everyone at you being in their way. You looked in every direction, strained to hear the signal his watch would give off. And then you saw him.
He was running toward the back doors of the school, his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulder and his sweatshirt already beginning to be yanked off. You didn’t hesitate before racing after him.
You thought you could hear a few teachers screaming at the two of you to turn around, but you didn’t listen. And, of course, neither did Peter. He crashed through the doors, and you were a few seconds behind him. He made his way to the back alley behind the school. You followed him there, too.
He finally stopped, dropping his backpack to the ground and pulling his sweatshirt over his head. His shoes somehow made their way off of his feet, and his pants were pulled down. You didn’t look away, not caring.
“Peter!” You yelled, finally stopping and trying to catch your breath. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He didn’t answer, now shoving his legs into his Spiderman suit that he grabbed from his backpack. It was now up to his chest when you yelled again, walking closer to him.
“What do you think you’re do-”
“Go away, (Y/N)! Go find Ned to protect you instead,” he yelled in return, the whole suit now on except for his mask. You thought you saw a hint of jealousy on his face before the mask covered it.
“What are you talking about?” You asked, confused. You saw him begin to turn around, but you yelled to stop him. “Don’t you dare go anywhere!”
“I need to go help-”
“You need to explain yourself first!” You screamed louder than you ever have, angry that he was brushing you off so blatantly. “What are you talking about? What about Ned?”
“You obviously like him, (Y/N)!” Peter was screaming now, too, and although you couldn’t see through his mask, you were sure his expression was angry.
“I saw you guys walk out of that supply closet together! Go ahead, go date him for all I care! I’ll stay out of your way,” he went to turn around again, but you leapt forward and grabbed his shoulder. You turned him around, staring at him.
“I don’t like Ned, you dumbass!” You yelled, throwing your arms out in exasperation.
“Yeah, okay, sure-”
“Stop!” You pointed at his face. “Take that mask off.”
“No, I’m leaving,” you yanked him forward when he went to turn another time. The two of you seemed to be getting closer and closer to each other.
“Take. Off. The mask.”
You let go of his arm so he could slip it from his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was no surprise to see. You saw a small yellowing bruise on his jawline, and you grew angrier, knowing he could have come to you with his injuries if he weren’t being so petty.
“Why have you been ignoring me?” You asked, and in seconds a loud explosion sounded from far away. You could see that Peter itched to swing away, to swing closer towards where the damage was happening. But you wouldn’t let him.
“Just answer the question, Peter!”
“Because I love you!” He shouted, silencing you and your yells. The stunned expression on his face told you that he wasn’t planning on speaking those words aloud.
And you weren’t expecting him to either. All argumentative words you were about to say left your mind, and the only thing that had been stuck there for what felt like forever could finally be released.
“I love you, Peter,” you said it softly, but the meaning was the loudest it could have ever been.
His eyebrows were still furrowed, but you saw a smile twitch at the end of his lips. “You? You love me?”
The disbelief in his voice made a smile bloom on your face, and a small laugh left your mouth. “Yes, Peter. I love you. Not Ned, not anyone else. I love you.”
It was his turn to laugh, his eyebrows now high on his forehead as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around. He laughed in your ear, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Well, second to the sound of him then murmuring ‘I love you’, quietly for only you to hear.
The two of you kept your arms wrapped tightly around each other as he set you down lightly, and you pulled back enough to be able to see the happiness in his eyes. You were sure he could see it in yours, too.
“I’ve got to go,” he whispered, and you nodded.
“Okay,” you whispered in return, but didn’t unwrap your arms from around his neck. He didn’t let go either.
“I really have to go,” he said, a small ounce of desperation in his voice. He didn’t want to let go, you knew that. You kept your arms around his neck but took a step back, now only holding them there loosely. He did the same.
“Okay,” you whispered, now scared to let go of him completely in fear something bad would happen to him. “Okay,” you whispered again. You wouldn’t let go. You didn’t think you could.
“I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he said, giving you a small smile. But you could see the anxiety in his eyes, and you could feel the way his hands fidgeted around your waist.
“Yeah, you will,” you said, giving him a smile as well. “Just,” you were back to whispering now, and although you had taken a step back from him, you leaned your forehead against his. You saw him close his eyes just as you did. “Come back to me.”
He let out a shaky breath of air. “I will,” he said, and he leaned back again. “I promise.”
This time he completely let go of you as he opened his eyes, and you let go as you opened yours. He rested his hands on your face lightly, barely there, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
It was your turn to let out a shaky breath.
He took another step back, knowing the both of you would be tempted to reach out to each other again. He slipped his mask back over his face, and he aimed his arm upwards after doing so, shooting a web to the top of the school.
“I love you,” he said, although it was muffled through the mask. And then he shot upwards, and out of your vision.
“I love you,” you said in return, sniffling, but it was lost to the wind.
You stayed outside in the alleyway until you knew the lockdown would be over. You wanted to be outside to see if any of the damage from the city spread towards the school.
You waited for Peter there. He promised he would be back. You waited.
********************************* So what do you guys think….. I really like this one…. Let me know exactly what you feel about this because I’m ready to hear it. One part left!!! Requests are open :)
description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three…
request: being in a relationship with taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut
You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as
Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag
as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head
off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed
that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together
during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances
of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in
traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it
didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.
At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you
probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few
weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because
you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.
You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with
thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you
had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of
someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned
looking Taehyung coming into view.
“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He
reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.