i get lost in your eyes

“Baby, let’s take a walk in the snow.”

“Mm, but I like sitting here with you. We have heat, blankets, hot chocolate–”

“But wouldn’t it be nice to put a fire on and cuddle once we’ve been outside?”

“We don’t have a fireplace?”

“We can find a fireplace video on YouTube.”

Even takes Isak’s face in his hands, studying him. “Who are you?” he says. “And where is my Isak?”

Isak rolls his eyes, and oh. There he is. “I like it when your cheeks get all red,” Isak says. “And that you always hold my arm when it’s slippery.”

Even can see there’s more hidden behind Isak’s blush. While Isak surprises him every day, Even was teasing before. Yes, he is grumpy and occasionally cynical, but he also cried when they watched Love Actually. Isak Valtersen is a hopeless romantic at heart. 

Even tilts his head and smiles, knowing how to prompt Isak’s sappiest side. Isak huffs like he’s lost a great battle. 

“And it’s fucking romantic to kiss in the snow, ok? Like one of those shitty Hallmark movies.”

“You mean the ones you suggest we watch?”

Isak tries a new strategy, leaning in close enough to kiss, but pulling away when Even tries to close the distance. “Take a walk with me?” 

It’s a whisper on his cheek, and Even is helpless against it. “Evil.”

“Maybe, but you are so fucking in love with me.”

He’s right, and Even is a hopeless romantic too. He gets his coat to go outside.

“You’re going to die tonight.” 

So, the mood’s changed a little.

Isak and Even are in a face-off, each holding a snowball in their hand. Isak started it, the little shit, but Even’s not one to surrender in a fight.

“Come on, Even. How could you hurt me?” Isak widens his eyes and Even regrets ever telling him that he’s cute. “When I am your sweetheart, your angel, your baby–”

Even fires and clips Isak’s shoulder. Isak retaliates by throwing one right at his heart. Their laughter is louder than the wind, and Even suspects it’s even more capable of carrying them away. 

When they’ve exhausted themselves, Isak lies down in the snow like he’s about to make an angel–a self-portrait, really. Even places his hands on either side of him like he’s pinning Isak down, leaning over his lips.

“Do you know what my favourite thing to do is?” Isak asks. 

Even shakes his head, smiling at the way Isak’s biting his lip.

“Just telling you that I love you.” And oh, fuck this hopeless romantic. It’s incredible Even can feel this warm in the cold. “Whenever I feel like it. I love you so much, Even.”

“You’re ok.”

“Fuck you.”

“Happily.”

Isak grins in a way Even’s only seen since they got together. He’s still discovering all of Isak’s smiles and laughs, and each one is the best present Even’s ever received.

“Now kiss me in the snow.”

Strangers

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: the reader meets a boy with seemingly common problems

Prompts: none

Song: Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood

Request: nah, I just like boys with pretty blue eyes

Warning(s): abuse mentions, death of family members, family break ups, slight angst, cursing. This one might hit close to home for some.

Word count: 1.1k

Author’s note: i might make this one into a multi-parter!

Originally posted by shinydun

You were walking down the street, not wanting to be anywhere near your dad. The blowout fights were getting worse, as if they weren’t already bad enough. But you could stand it. You promised the second he laid a hand on you, you’d leave. But the both of you were stressed, you understood that, what you didn’t understand was the way the both of you were coping with it.

You found yourself at a small diner, walked in, ordered some pumpkin pie, and waited, playing aimlessly with the foggy window.

A boy slid in the booth in front of you, his back to you, but you could tell he was upset. You decided to not intervene, he needed space, just like you. When the waitress comes back with your pie, you ask her to send the boy in front of you a milkshake in an attempt to make him feel better. At this point he was breathing unsteadily, his head in his hands. The waitress kindly nods and goes to the side of the restaurant and makes the milkshake, then gives it to the poor boy in front of you. You watch him look at it, then back up to the waitress.

“I didn’t order anything.” he asks, voice gruff from the cigarette he was smoking. The waitress explains it was prepaid for him and smiles before walks away.

You wait some amount of time after eating your dessert, watching him gingerly drink his milkshake, before deciding to actually get up and sit across the boy.

And that’s when you realized.

This poor boy got the living shit beat out of him. A blue bruise adorned his jaw, his lip was split open, his cheekbone was brown from a nearly done healing bruise. He’d already cleaned up enough to make himself presentable. When he looked at you, you noticed his eyes were red from bottled emotions and contemplation.

“I hope you like chocolate. It’s been my favorite since I was little.” you said quietly, looking down at your hands instead of his face, not wanting him to be self conscious.

He stared quietly at you before speaking up, “You go to Hawkins.”

It was a statement, he’d seen you before. But you hadn’t seen him, somehow. You didn’t know how you hadn’t; he was certainly handsome, a ladies man, a guy other loud people liked to hang out with. You looked up and nodded. He reached his hand forward to shake your hand, which you accepted.

“The name’s Billy. Pleased to meet you.”

“(Y/N).”

“What brings you here? Buying a guy a milkshake, sitting down in his booth?”

“I hope you don’t mind,” you began, joking halfway.

“A fight.” you finally stated, looking at his hands, which were fiddling with a new unlit cigarette.

“Me too… if you couldn’t tell.” he tried cracking a joke, his split lip making it impossible for him to smile, but he did anyway; he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You looked at the time. It was only 9:30, you could still hang out, but you’d rather it not be in a stuffy diner, as nice as it was. He had just finished his milkshake anyway.

“Walk with me.” you said, getting out of the booth. He obliged, standing up and lighting another cigarette outside, asking if you wanted one, which you kindly declined, but said you’d share one with him instead. There was a silence between the both of you, comfortable, but fragile. The both of you radiated bottled feelings that wanted to be let out. Your head swooned with the nicotine as you passed Billy his much shorter cigarette and coughed. You stopped walking, sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, Billy following suit.

“Can I open up to a stranger?” He asked, not looking at you.

“Only if I can, too.” you said, also not looking at him. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s that you were worried he’d break down. And he did. He told you of how his dad treats him, and how he takes it out on his stepsister, but he really does love her, and how much he misses his mom.

“Where’s your mom at?” you asked gingerly, looking at the crying boy who angrily wiped away his tears. You wouldn’t have stopped him, he wasn’t someone used to opening themselves up.

He chuckled sardonically, “In a cemetery upstate California.”

You almost seethed, “What happened?”

“Car accident while I was driving. Driver’s side was hit by a drunk driver.” his voice was monotonous, but he hadn’t told anyone this, you could tell, but he’d practiced it.

You looked at him, “Do you blame yourself?”

He looked at you in the eyes.

“Yes.”

You took his hand and looked forward while he intertwined your fingers, another thing you could tell he hadn’t done. He didn’t look the romantic type, but he craved love.

You told him about how your mom had left your dad, how he’d take it out on you, how he’d lost his job so you started keeping up with two jobs and school all at once. Billy was rubbing your knuckles gently. You noticed his knuckles matched yours, the same bruised expressions from either punching something or someone.

“Guess we’re both a little fucked, hm?” he nudged you with his shoulder, you nodding.

“Got the time?” you asked. He looked at his watch, telling you it was nearing 10:30.

“I gotta get home.” You stated, standing up, Billy losing the hold of your hand., looking almost lost when it happened. He pouted smalley.

“I’ll walk you.”

The two of you talked a bit, back and forth, before he walked you up your front porch.

“So, (Y/N), are we still strangers?” he asked, head down, eyes up.

“We’re strange people. But I’d like to be more than strangers.”

He smiled, training his eyes down. You took the opportunity to kiss his cheek and hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso..

He hugged back, an arm around your shoulder, another the back of your head, swaying you a little while resting his chin on top of your head.

“Don’t be a stranger, (Y/N).”

“Only if you won’t.”

You let go of him, going to your door, watching him leave through the window, only after you closed it.

stillusesapencil  asked:

Hi Annie, I need makeup help. I need new makeup, like, bad, but I'm always a bit lost on what to get. Naked seems to be the new trend? I have brown eyes, and I like neutrals + gold, and purple for fancy occasions, and winged eyeliner if I have ten extra minutes in the morning. Can you advise me, like with a specific palette or something? I've been looking online for an hour now and I'm more lost than when I started...P.S. You're really cool and also gorgeous

OMG thanks man, you’re too sweet, but thank you thank you. I’m just a geek with makeup ;-) I have brown eyes too and pretty much any color can look good with our eyes but especially purples and golds. 

AND HOLY SHIT ARE YOU IN LUCK TODAY. Because it’s BLACK FRIDAY and everyone is having a sale. Though not Urban Decay’s eyeshadow palettes. And a lot of people love those, but I kinda think they’re a bit overrated. I have the Naked 3 and the Naked Smokey and felt like, a serious sense of accomplishment when I bought them, but I don’t reach for them very much. It’s like … a lot of the shades are very similar in them and the shimmers sometimes are not that great, they fade away easily and I’m like, why did I pay 50+ bucks for you? But those were the first like, definitive palettes so they are famous. They started the palette craze. I almost bought the Naked Heat but then realized I already have all those shades in other palettes and they all kinda look the same. 

If you want to go Naked though, I think the Naked 3 is the best one. It started the whole “rose gold” thing ;-) I’d go into a Sephora or an Ulta and swatch them against something like a Tarte or ABH palette. 

HOWEVER. If you like purples and golds there’s some great stuff going on right now, there’s a trend of warm/berry tones in palettes. 

I’ll go from least expensive to downright expensive. 

Check out the Colourpop palettes. The “You Had Me at Hello” and the “She” palettes sound up your alley with the golden tones and purpley and mauve tones. The shadows are very pigmented and very blendable. I adore them and they are very affordable. Their shadow pots are smaller, but I honestly love it that way because you get to a point where you have these shadows in palettes and you can’t possibly use them all up. Colourpop has two formulas, the pressed powder and the “super shock”. I’d recommend going with the pressed powder first, the super shocks are cool but they take some getting used to, they have a strange texture, kinda puttyish. They don’t apply well with a brush, best with finger application and I am attached to my brushes. 

Colourpop can be overwhelming though because their makeup is hella good but also cheap and they are always coming out with new shit and it’s easy to go a little overboard with them ;-) They are a makeup addict’s best dream/worst nightmare. 

Another great one is the Morphe Jaclyn Hill palette. It’s got everything and it’s affordable and the shadow formula is bomb. Straight up. The looks you could create with it are endless. It’s got shimmers and mattes and metallics and just … everything. 

Also, just today I bought a few Juvia’s Place palettes. The Saharan II and the Zulu. I had to take advantage of their sale and free shipping. They never have free shipping. I LOVE their shadows, they’re soooooo pigmented and the price is right. They are a black-owned business and in the beauty industry that indicates that you’re getting PIGMENTED AF shadows and vibrant colors. 

If you want to go for the most beloved palette in the entire world that would probably be the ABH Modern Renaissance. Everyone loves that palette. It’s an amazing formula. 

The new cool kid right now is the Huda Beauty Desert Dusk. I swatched it in the store and it was impressive but I couldn’t do the 65$ price tag ;-) 

And then one more, I hope I haven’t confused you more, but I have to tell you about this one. The Tarte Clay Play Face Palette is priced ridiculously low right now on the Sephora website. Shadows and contour. All the neutrals you’d want. I totally bought one.

Also if you haven’t tried it yet, the Kat Von D tattoo liner is THE BEST for your wing game. You can get a sample size at Sephora if you want to try it before buying a full-size. 

So yeah, get me talking about makeup and I’m not gonna be able to shut up. This was a long one and I hope I didn’t overwhelm you or confuse you more lol. Good luck dude, and let me know if you got anything and how you liked it! :-D I’m always happy to help/give my 2 cents. 

And for my fellow makeup addicts, please leave us your suggestions too!  

Aries: you’re faking happiness, again. With that big smile that I don’t believe in, even when you smile you want to cry. Don’t lie to me, I can hear it in your voice when you’re sad. You may fake your happiness but you’re unhappy in general because you keep trying to please everyone even when you say you don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.

Taurus: you’re forgetting to take care of yourself, you’re forgetting to stop and smell the flowers. You’re forgetting yourself because there are millions of other people who need help, but hey. Save the world: start with yourself.

Gemini: stop trying to please everyone and then go along with their plans like someone blinded you. You have your own opinions, plans. Use your voice, live. Communicate with everyone and show them what you’re good at because love, you’re burning out.

Cancer: the stars shine for you again, you’re in such a contradict with yourself and your mind. You’re stuck in a spiderweb, speaking words of dust and cobwebs. I’m afraid I can’t save you, the spider’s dead. Save yourself because last time I looked in your eyes and I lost everything, I lost everything.

Leo: call that friend you’ve been forgetting, they’re missing you. People need you more than you realize. People miss you when you don’t talk to them just like you miss them. Don’t put yourself down love.

Virgo: I always forget the coldness of your hands but I swear that when I touch you my fingers split open with pain. Something so painful is yet so beautiful. And I always dreamed of fairtytales until I saw your face and was reminded that they’re not real. They’re not real; but you’re pretty damn close.

Libra: the jewelry around your neck doesn’t make me wander me from your fake smile and glossy eyes. You’re strong, but you’ve been over this path of glass one too many times and the shards always make you bleed. I know familiarity is important for you but why don’t you try the path with warm sand instead? You keep making yourself bleed.

Scorpio: you won’t find yourself or your confidence when you keep hiding your face under the lid of your hoodie darling. You’re beautiful, dare to be brave, open. Shock them all with your contagious smile. They don’t need to understand, happiness is not understandable. It’s beautiful, like you. Be your unpredictable self.

Sagittarius: the moon slips ink down your throat and you keep choking on the lies you tell to keep yourself save. I have an adventure for you and it starts at the top of your personality and ends and your lifeline: seek your heartbeat, find your faith.

Capricorn: for the last time, you’re more important than you think you are. You’re worth more than they’ll ever know. There’s not much to say, the seas are spotted red and your eyes always end up getting lost in it at the end of the night. It’s alright because for the thousandth time, there’s someone by your side.

Aquarius: the unfamiliarity of the sunset that lights fires in your heart may be a welcome surprise but your hands are still cold and winter is about to make things a whole lot more chilly. Find a home, you’re save when you’re there.

Pisces: you’re making mistakes I don’t understand but I am not the one to judge for I don’t know the things in your head. And I will try my best and say I do the best that I can but I can’t defend your actions, you’re too special to go down for this. You’re trying, I know you are. You always are.

it goes like this: looking at her makes you feel all kinds of things. hot and cold and stupidly brave, but it also fills you with doubts from head to toe. it scares you. looking at her scares you. and you wonder how something so simple can make you feel happy, yet incredibly sad. you think: it must be her face. it must be how her eyes light up when she laughs, or the way she crinkles her nose. you think: it must be her determination. it must be how she knows exactly what she wants. at first you can’t get enough of sneaking glances, of holding her hand, but later even the simplest things are enough to send you running. you don’t know who you are when you’re around her. you’re impulsive and bursting with confidence. you’re a wildfire. and you’re bound to get burnt. but the longer you stare, the more you get lost in her dark eyes and you wonder: am i all that? is she worth the pain? the effort? and oh, she is. and you know. that’s what scares you.
it goes like this: her arms are snaked around your torso and being held by her makes you feel all kinds of things. strong and invincible, but soon enough, you falter. because in the end, she leaves you feeling weak. it hurts you. being held by her hurts you. and you wonder how something so simple can be so confusing, so contradicting. you don’t know who you are around her. you find yourself laughing at her jokes, and wondering how to get away from her only moments later. you are a single leaf caught in the eye of a storm. you think: it’s because she’s too much. but is she? are you sure you were ever enough?
—  are you enough? / n.j.
Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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safe haven

Summary: Eggsy’s safe haven is in the last place he would’ve thought to look.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is somewhat rushed, but I just had to get this out, especially after seeing K:TGC. Hopefully you all enjoy this! | masterlist


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some flicker lyrics that make me Feel something

  • them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
  • you’re too good to be all mine now im looking in your eyes oh i must be seeing blind
  • i forget you’re not here when I close my eyes
  • dont it feel fucked up we’re not in love
  • i paid the price and own the scars
  • i don’t wanna hurt this much
  • if you get lost in the light, it’s okay, i can see in the dark
  • then i look in my heart, theres a light in the dark
  • please dont leave
  • you might be lost but i ain’t losing you
  • time has never been on our side, so wont you wait for me
  • everybody’s got somebody, i just wanna be alone
  • she looks into her mirror, wishing someone could hear her
  • dont let the tide come and take me

and my personal favorite:

  • i’ll wake up at midday, and marry my bed
A Little Description of The Signs

Aries: you’re faking happiness, again. With that big smile that I don’t believe in, even when you smile you want to cry. Don’t lie to me, I can hear it in your voice when you’re sad. You may fake your happiness but you’re unhappy in general because you keep trying to please everyone even when you say you don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.

Taurus: you’re forgetting to take care of yourself, you’re forgetting to stop and smell the flowers. You’re forgetting yourself because there are millions of other people who need help, but hey. Save the world: start with yourself.

Gemini: stop trying to please everyone and then go along with their plans like someone blinded you. You have your own opinions, plans. Use your voice, live. Communicate with everyone and show them what you’re good at because love, you’re burning out.

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keith, barging into shiro’s room: can you believe-

shiro: i know as your brother, i have to listen to you talk about your crush

shiro: but you’ve single handedly raised the carbon dioxide levels in the castle with all your sighing

shiro: i think you should consider telling lance how you feel

keith: when i die prematurely because my traitorous heart can’t handle a boy’s smile, then you’ll see. you’ll all see

shiro, pushing keith out of his room: go get lost in lance’s eyes

The Spider Tattoo (Peter Parker x Reader) Soulmate AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You hate the idea of soulmate tattoo’s, probably because there’s a giant fricking spider on your hip that moves, as most soulmate tattoos do. But see, most soulmate tattoos aren’t huge fucking spiders, so you have the right to be freaked out.

Warnings: Lots of swearing. More than usual. Oops. Requested by @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard

Word Count: 1,072


Soulmates were stupid. Worst idea ever. Who the hell even thought of them? From what you learned in health class, every person has a tattoo appear on their skin when they find what they love best, and that tattoo is on that exact place on their soulmate’s body, meaning somewhere in the world there was a person with an tiny typewriter right behind their ear.

“So why the fuck do I have a giant ass spider on my hip?” You scream at no one in particular, eyeing the ugly thing through your mirror. You pull your sweatshirt down again, covering the spider. The only good part about it was that it resembled Spiderman’s symbol, one of your favorite heroes. On the con side though, whenever a soulmate was feeling strong emotions, their tattoo would move. So once or twice a day, the giant ass spider would move. You cringe at the thought.

You grab your backpack and angrily shove your books into your backpack, muttering rapidly in a mocking voice. “Soulmates are a beautiful thing, they said.”

The backpack was slung over your shoulder as you stomped out the door. “You’ll love getting your tattoo, they said.

“Well they can go fuck themselves!” You scream into the empty house, slamming the door behind you.

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Hey just, a general PSA from your local TA here

Please, please do not submit fabricated work to your professor.

I just graded a guy’s homework submission, a guy whose code would clearly crash, and yet his graphs came out perfect. I tried it myself. His code crashed. His graphs were copied from elsewhere.

And sometimes you’ll get away with it. Sometimes your TA wont notice. Sometimes your TA will turn a blind eye. I’ve been lenient to a fault in certain cases. But sometimes, your TA is working under a prof who takes the honor code damn seriously. Sometimes your TA can’t put their neck on the line to pretend they didn’t see what you did.

This kid, if he had submitted a blank graph with a note “Graph did not plot. Unsure how to debug code.” he’d have lost 15 points, maximum, as this is a 15 point problem. If he pulled this same stunt on the other parts of the problem set, then maybe he’d just be looking at one flunky homework grade, instead of a possible honor code write up.

Please, ask your professor for extensions. Look up the late penalty. Submit half-completed work if you have to. All of that is better than getting caught on an honor code violation. I’ve heard stories of “oh So and So got suspended a year for cheating” but this is the first time I’ve had to pull the trigger myself and I feel pretty fucked up about it.

Seriously, it’s not worth the consequence of getting caught.

BTS REACTION to stranger pulling your bikini string

Jin

You were just standing there at the shore, holding Jin’s hand as you swung your hands together. You laughed as he made a weird face towards you, making you throw your head back. But just as you started to laugh, someone pulls at your bikini strap, making you gasp as you feel a slap on your ass. Jin’s whole entire face went red with anger as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t want to cause a whole scene, but when the stranger slapped your ass, it set a whole entire different aura in him. He tied your bikini strap back on you, before starting to yell and make a bigger scene than he intended. You would have to hold him back from attempting to punch someone.

“You think it’s funny?! Come on, I’ll show you what’s funny!”

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Yoongi

He wasn’t much for public affection, except for the times when you would kiss his cheek or softly rub his thigh as he sat there. It was rare for the both of you to leave the house for a date, but this time was different. Yoongi wanted to make your anniversary special and he knew how much you loved the beach. He nodded his head in approval when he saw your bikini, but just as you were about to walk towards him and get in the water with him, you felt your bikini strap come loose, making your eyes go even wider when you felt a slap on your ass. You heard a loud growl escape Yoongi’s mouth as you were quick to pick up your top from falling before anything showed. Yoongi wasn’t one to hold back during these kinds of things, and you immediately started to panic as you pushed at his chest, trying to make him calm down. You placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to distract him, as you kissed him roughly. He growled against your lips, pulling at your waist and kissing you deeper.

“You’re mine, and I’ll go through hell if I let him get away with that shit.”

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Namjoon

His eyes were transfixed on you the whole time, staring at you with admiration. The way you looked in front of him was almost unbelieveable. You were his, and he felt so special to be standing there with you. You caught eyes with him as he stood far away from you at shore while you stayed in the water. He smiled, chuckling softly as you tried to splash the water in his direction, begging for him to come in. But just as he was starting to walk in, a guy came up behind you in the water and loosened your bikini strap, making you squeak in surprise as you caught your bikini before it could fall. Namjoon’s eyes went wide, before they quickly turned angry. He was pissed, to say the least. You quickly strapped your bikini back up, watching as Namjoon started to march his way towards the man. You knew Namjoon would take things responsibly, but it still scared you shitless of what he would do if the stranger said the wrong thing to him.

“I think you just touched what’s mine.”

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Hoseok

It was sunset, and barely anyone was even at the beach. He decided it would be a romantic idea to take you out here late on the beach, as it wasn’t too hot nor too cold. He was currently slow dancing with you, lightly spinning you, making you chuckle as you spun around. His eyes shined with brightness, his sunshine features showing through. Your fingers laced with his own as you stared up at him again, making your heart jump down to your stomach. It was always the good kind of heart jump. Just as you were stepping away from Hoseok, a male stranger pulled at your bikini strap, quickly running away as you gasped in surprise. Hoseok’s eyes went wide along with your own, before his eyes grew dark. You knew just how protective he was over you, so you quickly tied back up your strap before going to calm him down.

“Y/N, I really don’t want to let him get away with that.”

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Jimin

He was following you like a lost puppy all day, afraid that someone was going to take you away from him. You giggled, making his heart leap at the sound as he smiled sweetly at you. You smiled back in return, looking at him with love in your eyes. You didn’t want him to worry about someone taking you away from him, so you kissed his cheek, making sure everyone saw. His cheeks went red as his smile widened, making you chuckle once again. All of a sudden, Jimin’s arm snaked around your waist. You felt another pair of hands pull at your bikini strap, making you squeak, but thankfully Jimin’s body was flush against your own. You looked at Jimin, noticing that his honey brown eyes were filled with silent anger. You gulped, knowing how he got when someone messed with his girl. You reached behind you, tightening your straps again as he continued to glare at the man laughing while running.

“If I ever see him again, he’ll regret it.”

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Taehyung

His dark eyes searched yours, making your heart flip as you caught sight with him. It wasn’t everyday your boyfriend took you to the beach. It didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the beach itself, it just had to do with the fact that you wore that swimsuit that drove him crazy. And he could tell it drove every other person crazy as well, much to this man’s dismay. His cleared his throat, heading towards you to wrap his arm around your waist. Just before he reached you, some male stranger on a bike rode past the both of you while untying your bikini top. Your eyes went wide as Taehyung’s eyes grew angry and more terrifying by the second. You saw his shoulders tense as you quickly put yourself back together. You were quick to rush towards him, his eyes never once leaving the guy on the bike as you hugged him tightly to prevent him from doing something you knew he would regret.

“He’s going to pay for that, no one touches my girl but me.”

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Jungkook

His eyes were fixated on you the whole entire evening, making you sometimes wonder if you just looked wrong all together. You weren’t sure what it was until his eyes shot with jealousy whenever a guy walked past you both. You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth before walking towards him to wrap your arms around his neck. His attention was immediately on you again as you smiled sweetly up at him. You ran your fingers through his hair, making him sigh as he stared at you with desperate eyes. He didn’t want anyone to steal you from him. Just as he was about to speak and tell his true feelings about his jealousy, a guy pulls at your strings while sneaking up on you before running away. Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightened, making you squeak softly as he started to shout at the male stranger. You could feel the large vibrations in his chest as he shouted, making you hug him closer to you as he starts to reach down and angrily tie your bikini back together after shouting.

“Hey! Don’t you dare touch my fucking girlfriend like that! I fucking dare you, asshole!”

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*jungkook’s gif has nothing to do with anything but hot damn*

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Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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Two Against One

Summary: With Billy trying to interfere in your relationship with Steve, you and him teach Billy a lesson...or two. 

Word Count: 1,254.

A/N: Thanks a bunch for all the lovely feedback on my first Steve fic! And another big thanks to my pal @galaxayy for requesting this gem. Also, feel free to keep on sending your Steve requests!

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Confessions

a bitch neeeeeeds some soft peter action 🤧 i was thinking of something like sitting on peters lap and making out with him and him holding you close and leading to something more ? -Anon

Summary: A study date turn… date?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Thanks for the request! It’s a lil different but it’s going to be a two part series if ya’ll want it to be! Thanks for the request! Be sure to send them through here loveliess

Warning(s)?: fLUFF and A LiL SmUtTTTT, swearing (like come on when is there no swearing?)

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A/N: This gif is a pure blessinggg :))))

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Confessions

You walked down the hallway making your way to your locker. Putting in your combinations, you opened the locker and traded your english book for your physic books. Sighing, you slowly begin to shut the locker, knowing that this period was going to be quite long and boring. You didn’t mind school really knowing it had to be done but you always had one trouble with subject… physics. You were currently sitting on a failing grade and you needed to make it up on your mid terms.

You glanced to your side to students begin to pile into the classrooms. You turned around and walked away from your locker, making your way to your physics class. Unfortunately you didn’t really share this class with anyone you knew… except him.

You have been developing some… feelings for a certain brown haired, brown eyed boy who always sat at the back of the class. He was very quiet, always completing his work, almost getting perfect grades on every test. You envied him in a lot of ways. You thought… How could someone be so… attractive and smart? It’s got to be illegal.

“Miss Y/L/N Your gonna stand there for the rest of the period?” Your physics teacher, Mr West states with distaste. You never got along with him, then again no one did. He was just one of those teachers.

“Maybe..” You mumble nervously, glancing around the classroom to notice pretty much all the seat have been filled. This class didn’t have a seating plan so it was first in best dressed.

The Teacher sighed.

“Take a seat before I decide to also fail you in behaviour” He teacher-threatened. You gulped nervously as a few snickers went around in the classroom. You weren’t a so called geek but you weren’t exactly popular either. You were in the middle, unnoticed, that’s how you liked it.

You ducked your head shamefully and moved to the back of the class, noticing a empty chair. You put your books and pencil case down on the bench before popping onto the stool. You let out a frustrated sigh, great… now the whole class knows your failing Physics…

You let out a tired groaned and rested your head against you arms. You notice Mr West begin with his lesson, going on about Newton’s Law and what not… to be honest you weren’t really interested. You were perfectly happily with getting an hour of much needed sleep in before heading home. Fortunately Physics was the last period for the day. Well this was until you felt a small nudge bump your elbow gently. You didn’t bother lifting your head, not really in the mood to communicate with your table partner. Not that you had a chance to look at who it was seeing you kept your head down when you walked over to the spare seat.

The next thing you heard was someone softly clearing their throat. You lifted your head slightly, thinking maybe your table partner was signalling that the teacher had noticed your lack of attention. You glanced up to see Mr West to engrossed with writing on the bored the activity he sat out to notice you had spaced… again. You debated about getting some sleep then decided against it. You rested your chin on your arms instead, wanting the class to be over as soon as possible.

You realised you were being rude to whoever was next to you but you were too tired to care.

“That’s… wrong” you heard someone mumble from beside you. You sat back up straight, glancing up to the board to see what was on it.

Finally you turned to see who was sitting next to you.

Your eyes widened in shock. It was… him.

You practically choked and swiftly turned back around to face the front as he turned to face you.

“W-w-hat’s w-wrong” You stuttered out, attempting to do some small talk. The whole time you could feel your hands begin to shake with nerves, you pulled your sweater past your wrists to cover them.

“It’s supposed to be speed over time not time over speed” He stated, clearly engrossed in his work. You took a glance to the side to see he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Your eyes adverted to his books, seeing his neat calculations mapped out.

You hadn’t realised you leaned closer, his hand writing small so it was a bit hard to read.

You felt warmth begin to crawl up into your cheeks as you realised what you were doing.

“Sorry” You quickly muttered apologetically before leaning back, opening up your book and began getting your utensils out. He probably thought you were looking at how to cheat off of him.

But you were wrong.

He has literally dreamed about you being close to him… so much so they have turned into fantasies.

You began writing down the stuff that was on the board into your notebook. Your eyes scrunching in confusion from time to time when you didn’t understand what it was you were writing.

“D-do you need some h-h-help?” You heard him ask nervously from beside you. You didn’t bother glancing up at him so you slowly nod your head.

He leaned over, glancing at your book to see what you were stuck on. Now it was your turn to feel the butterflies in your stomach to explode at the close proximity of the both of you. Why haven’t you done this earlier? This isn’t so bad…

“Easy…” He began to trail off, then glanced up towards you. He didn’t seem to notice how close the two of you were but little did you know he did, in fact, he did it deliberately. Loving the fact that he could hear your heart speed up when he did so. He smiled to himself, realising he has an effect on you.

“Distance over…” You began, now adverting your gaze from his and back to your book, willingly the butterflies in your stomach to stop.

“Time?” You question, not really sure. You notice a ghost of a smile cross his lips… gosh his lips.. how pink and-

“Close but no…” He said. You glanced up at him confused. He looked at you then towards the pen that was in your hand. He looked back up and raised his eyebrows? What?

Before you knew it he reached for your hand and pulled your pen slowly and delicately out of your hand, beginning to do some of the working out… showing you how it wasn’t time but in fact speed.

You could of sworn you heard your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry” he said bashfully soon as he realised what he had done. His cheeks began to redden as he put your pen down, turning back to his own work, leaning away.

“It’s okay…” You wanted to ask badly.. mainly cause you needed to pick up your grade otherwise your parents would literally murder you… but… the selfish part of you just wanted to spend more time with him, and as much time as you could get.

“You don’t happen to…” You began, not really sure how to state it. He looked up to you.

“Could you maybe help me with- umm…” You began to get distracted as you were starting to get lost in his eyes. He seemed to pick up were you were going with the sentence anyways and began to smile from ear to ear, nodding his head so fast you thought it was bound to fall off.

“Yeah of course! I mean um-… Yeah I could do that” He began excitedly then tried playing it off. You softly laughed, enjoying his dorky side that has finally made an appearance. To be honest that was what drew you in in the first place.

“Cool” you tried to respond casually… feeling the beating of your heart increase.

And so did his.

~That afternoon

You guys talked some more during Physics, seeing as the teacher didn’t really seem to notice. It was finally feeling less awkward by the time the bell rang, almost feeling like you and Peter were already friends. You guys left the building together, deciding to go to Peter’s to study. He stated his Aunt May was at work and wouldn’t be back till 6.

You guys walked to his apartment block, got into the elevator and into his apartment. He asked if you wanted anything to eat and drink and you politely declined. You decide to have a little squiz around the apartment. You stumbled upon some pictures that were across the shelf above the tv.

“Aww is this you?” You cooed, reaching for the picture frame noticing it was a very tiny Peter Parker with a toothless grin, his cheeks covered in what seemed to be birthday cake. You heard footsteps rush over and felt the picture frame being taking from you. You turned to see Peter’s face was bright red in embarrassment. You started feeling a little guilty.

“You were cute” You state without realising the words have actually left your mouth on their own accord. He turned to you and you saw a playful smirk on his face.

“Were?” He questioned. You gasped lightly, not knowing where this playful side of Peter was coming from… but you didn’t deny that it was definitely a turn on.

“Okay maybe your still a little cute” You say with a laugh. He joins.

“Umm we can study in my room?” he asks you. You turn to him and raise your eyebrows. His eyes widen in shock at what he had just suggested and he quickly began to shake his head.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that… well literally I did- but not like that I meant to s-s-study” he tumbled over his words obviously flustered. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his awkwardness.

Wait… why was he nervous? He only tumbled over his words when he was nervous.

“It’s fine, wherever is fine”

~Couple hours later

You guys had decided to study in his room, leaving the door open seeing no one was in the apartment. You guys had spent the past few hours on his bed, you laying down on your belly, your legs across his lap and his book on top of your legs.

“I’m done” you state exhausted, you could feel your brain about to explode. You guys had been studying together, him helping you out whenever you got stuck.

You hadn’t really realised you were laying over him, too engrossed in your work to notice that the warmth was actually peter and not his blanket.

You closed your book with a huff and began to sat up, going backwards. Peter quickly removed his books from on top of your legs, just noticing you were beginning to move. He took a sharp breath as you began sitting up.

He shook his head… willing the thoughts to go away. Your foot had slipped on one of his books and you slipped, your legs managing to get on either side of Peter’s wait, you practically straddling his lap. He leaned his against the wall and closed his eyes.

Thinking you hurt him you wiggled slightly, not knowing that you were actually making things worse.

Second Person??# (writing style)

You guys made your way into the bedroom, going over to the bed sitting on opposite sides from each other. It wasn’t till about halfway through when Y/N began to move, growing uncomfortable with the way she was sitting. She rolled over onto her belly and stretched her legs as she continued reading her page, not really paying attention to what she as doing. Peter lifted his book as her feet came up to rest on his legs. He didn’t mind.

It wasn’t until you moved slightly that you caught his attention. You were too focused on your book, writing answers down here and there to notice your skirt has slightly risen against your stocking covered legs. Peter noticed and he swore his heart had stopped and time stood still. He couldn’t help but to stare… he never noticed how round your ass was. He quickly shook his head, realising what he was doing was so beyond inappropriate and went back to his work.

But every once in a while he would catch himself glancing over to your direction, noticing you still hadn’t adjusted your skirt. He began to wonder if you were doing the deliberately, tempting him with… you.

He began to have thoughts race through his mind, mainly images of your legs wrapped around his legs as he pounded senselessly into you, or your legs around his shoulder as he ate you out. Even ones where he imagines you going down on him, seeing your ass stick out as you sat on your knees. He almost sighed in content at the thought.

Stop it, stop thinking like this…

You lifted your bum slightly, wiggling it to the side to get even more comfortable, you legs moving as well, lightly brushing past his crotch without realising.

He noticed this movement seeing as he’s been more attention to you rather than his homework for the past half and hour. It was torture for him. Trying to think of literally anything but you.

He knew he would have to excuse himself soon to go to the bathroom to take care of his situation. He would have to cover up somehow, making sure you didn’t see his growing bulge. He blamed teenage hormones but he knew it was more than that…

You began to sit up just as he put his books down, ready to head off into the bathroom hoping to get rid off his uncomfortable hard on.

He stopped moving and saw you begin to sit up. He gulped nervously, hoping you wouldn’t glance over in his direction as you did so. She seemed to notice the position they were in hurried her pace, her leg slipping on the books beside me causing her to fall onto my lap, literally.

He felt you literally on him and inhaled sharply, resting his head back against the wall with his eyes clenched shut. Fuck she really had to decide to move right now? How the hell was he going to get you off of him without making it too noticeable.

She began to wriggle slightly, her waist absentmindly coming into contact with his. You were testing his patience that was for sure. He couldn’t help but to let you keep wriggling, enjoying the feeling too much of you pressed up against him. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Being lost in a trance he kept his eyes shut, just noticing the weight off you beginning to get off of him.

Without thinking his hands shot out to your waist, pulling you back down on top of him. He needed some sort of friction and he needed it now.

You let out a gasp as his eyes were still shut, noticing the veins in his neck beginning to stick out slightly. He gently and slowly rocked you hips against his, letting himself feel you completely letting out a sigh in pleasure.

You didn’t really know what was going on till you felt him. You suppressed the urge to moan yourself, already feeling your panties begin to moisten at the friction.

He couldn’t help but to rock your hips again, this time his fingers digging deeper into your waist turning you on even more. You couldn’t help but to stare at him as he did this, totally lost in the moment. He lifted his head from the wall and leaned forward against you, resting his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes still shut, too entranced in the feeling of you on him.

He rocked your hips one more time, this one harsher. You could feel his bulge basically go between you clothed folds, hearing your wetness rub against his jeans. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You moaned.

He immediately stilled, just realising what it was he had been doing. His face went bright red and he leant away from you ashamed of taking advantage of you like that. He kept a hold of your waist, lifting you up off of him. Without thinking you stilled his movements, craving more and more of his touch. You body felt like it was being ignited and as much as you hated to admit it you needed more. Alot more.

You grabbed one of his hands from his waist and brought it down to your thigh, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He was confused at first, not getting what you were doing. You glanced down to him, locking eye contact noticing a bunch of emotions swirling through his brown orbs which had slightly darken. You were scared, you could feel your heartbeat sore through your chest. But without second guessing yourself you brought his hand under your skirt. His eyes widen slightly.

You put his hand where you needed it most. Against your covered core, pressing his hand gently against it, feeling you panties begin to pool with wetness again at the new sensation. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you looked into his eyes for a reaction.

‘Holy fuck“ He muttered under his breath, feeling your panties practically soaked with your juices and core lightly throbbing. You noticed his tent in his trousers grow even bigger, the jeans looking like they were cutting off circulation.

He couldn’t help but to think that was the hottest thing in the whole entire world. Enjoying the feeling of how turned on he made you he decide to play around the his fingers a little, lightly pressing his thumb against you. He did it again harder, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as you let out another moan.

’'Do it again” You whispered… totally entranced on the was making your body feel with the simplest touch. The butterflies that were in your stomach now tripled.

Fuck… I want you so badly..” He moaned out, licking his lips as he listened to your wetness make a sound against his hand turning him on even more.

“Want…me?” You asked, not really getting it.

“Every inch of you…” He leaned up to whisper into your ear. He brought his hand away from your clothed core and you sighed at the loss of contact.

“I want your mouth…” He whispered huskily, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you closer towards him, his bottom lip lightly dragging against your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck causing your heart to melt.

“Your hands…” He continues, his hands moving away from your waist to trail over your arms, reaching for your hands to intertwine them.

“Your heart…” You felt your stomach drop. You stilled without realising. How could it be with just two words your affection for him has doubled?

“W-w-what” you stuttered out, pulling away slightly not believing that any of this was even real. He rested his forehead against yours, hearing both your erratic heart beats.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes to see him clench and unclench his jaw, seeming to be deep in thought. You couldn’t help but to stare up at him with love filled eyes. Wanting him to say the words you have being dying to here.

“It’s only fair seeing you stole mine” He says softly, returning your loving gaze with his own. You couldn’t help but to feel you breath hitch in your throat at his words. You stole his…

You wanted to cry out of happiness, you heart seeming to beat faster feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You felt the air in the room change. It felt warmer. He held your gaze as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, not really knowing what to say. You couldn’t concentrate properly. Your mind was to blurry, flooding with Dopamine. You licked your lips, feeling them begin to dry up. His eyes followed this movement, wanting to so badly feel them against his own but he was scared. He felt vulnerable, he has just opened up everything to you without realising and wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You guys were so entranced you hadn’t notice the front door opening and closing. You guys just locked gazes with each other.

“Please… say something” He begged sounding vulnerable. You guys were quickly snapped out of your moment by the sound of Aunt May calling out Peter’s name.

“Shit” he quickly muttered, lifting you up by your waist, playing you beside him on the bed. He got up off of his bed and readjusted his jeans, his bulge beginning to go down a bit. You couldn’t help but to watch with a smile, biting your lip as he went out to greet his Aunt.

“She’s here!?” You heard his Aunt ask excitedly. What?

You heard some shushing and hushed whispers but you were too far to make out what they were.

“Have you told her how you feel yet?” this one you heard though you think it was deliberate seeing it was pretty loud.

May!”

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A/N: Sorry this was a bit different to the request Anon! But Part two will be filled with lots of fluff and maybe some more smut???

thank you — p.p.

summary → there has never been a moment where peter’s words haven’t failed him whilst basking in your presence, so why should they form coherent sentences now?

word count → 3.5k

author’s note → did you guys forget that i write because honestly me 2

  Be it totally and completely out of the blue, you awaken one bright, blazing Tuesday morning in early November, brisk chill whipping through the air, and decide that later that night, when you see him somewhere that isn’t so public and academic like, you’re going to kiss Peter Benjamin Parker.  

  You’re not quite sure what brings it on, perhaps you should just leave it to the raging teenage hormones that the doctors and psychologists and guidance counselors blame everything on, but another part of you understands that this longing, yearning, to let yourself fall in love with your best friend is something far from foreign or new. This loving feels familiar to you, like coming back home after vacations far away and far too long, and it’s warmth in the way that burrowing under your blankets when the chill settles into your bones is. Boys like Peter demand to be adored, and they demand to be kissed as if never before. You’d be damned if you let such prime opportunities escape your grasp, or rather, your lips. 

  The hours in school glide by, which was, admittedly, utterly surprising. Typically, when you’re anticipating something later in the day, any hours before the event that is to transpire drag on as if you’re not impatient, as if you can wait all day without a complaint. But suddenly it’s last period, then two-thirty rolls around and you’re bounding over to your locker where your best friend awaits you, rocking slightly on the heels of his feet the way he has a tendency to do when he’s overexcited. This motion is arguably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Then again, anything Peter does, the simplest actions that bear no real relevancy, is something that you mark down in your head as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

   Peter glances around the halls, unable to see you through the mounds of students rushing hurriedly past him in order to relieve themselves of academia for the day as soon as possible. He pulls down the cuff of his sweater over his hands, then rethinks this and pushes them back up to his elbows. Blue looks nice on him. There are just these little things you tend to notice about him, silly things that only a person in love would pick up, and these tiny details, like the way the light catches in his eyes and the smiles he saves for certain people, make your heart bright and happy and whisper lovingly to him in a voice he can’t hear. The crowd disperses considerably enough, and you manage to fight your way through the remaining throng of people loitering in the hallway for no real reason- beyond frustrating, you think, but then Peter catches your eye and his already happy demeanor increases tenfold. With a beam that practically stretches out and reaches into your heart, seizing it carefully and determinedly, Peter ambles toward you, trying to appear more relaxed than he felt, and pushes himself into your personal space, as usual, by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. 

    “You’re in a good mood,” you note, because at this point in your relationship there’s no need for formal greetings, as he parades you out of the building after letting go of you long enough to allow you to gear up for the cold sweeping through the borough outside the walls of Midtown. He casts a glance your way, sideways but still joyous, then shrugs, nonchalant. “You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you, Pete?” 

   You’re half joking and not expecting much until Peter gives you a little look, head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed slightly like he can’t believe the question is something you don’t know the answer to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze. “You should know the answer to that by now!” He exclaims, mock disappointment in the head shake he gives you. “The answer is yes. We see each other for, like, two seconds at a lunch all day and that’s it. I’m deprived. I miss you.” 

  “We’re together right now,” you laugh, nudging into his side. 

   “Not enough. I see Ned twenty-four-seven, I need both of my best friends with me all day every day if I’m gonna survive the next two and a half years of high school.” Your heart sort of twitches again, your palms feel warm. He has that influence over you. Love is such a strange thing sometimes, impossible to decipher or make sense of, and then other times it feels like the simplest emotion in the world, easy and steady and everything. You’ll never know what to make of it. “I just miss you, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he jokes, rubbing your shoulder for a second before letting his hand dangle across the edge of your shoulder. You reach up to intertwine your fingers with his, the way you have millions of times before in the same seemingly intimate way, pretending as if you don’t know the sweet grin that the gesture elicits from him, staring adoringly at the profile of your face like he couldn’t possibly get enough of the view. 

   “Aw,” you coo, pinching his cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his. Peter flinches away, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks pink. “I missed you, too, Pete. So, where are we off to today? Can we go traipse around SoHo? We haven’t been in ages and oh! Look, I see the A train, it’s on every corner, let’s go.” Before he realizes it, he’s being dragged down toward the steps of the subway, his complaints about constantly getting lost there falling upon deaf ears. 

   Much more than a mere few hours later, Peter is shaking his head as you laugh hysterically down the block leading to your apartment building. He has a feigned look of annoyance on his face as you talk, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Peter, we didn’t get lost that bad this time. Seriously, we made it to Union Square, which was right by the R train, then we took it to the mall and hopped on the M which we took to the F, ridiculously simple!” You exclaim, taking a sip from your bottle of water. “You’re acting as if we, like, walked around in a  circle for an hour.” 

   “Because that’s exactly what we did!” He replies, playfully punching you in the arm, but with a carefully light touch. Peter is, and has always been ever since it became a pressing issue, terribly aware of his enhanced strength and senses. He’s so nervous about accidentally hurting you when his intentions were to be playful that he does everything with extra caution now, barely letting himself touch you most of the time or even give a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We did walk in a a circle for an hour! And your phone died while you were trying to use Google Maps, it was pouring rain, you got so cold I had to give you my jacket which made me cold-”

  You interrupt him, “No one said you had to give me your jacket!” 

  He continues on his rant, pretending as if you haven’t spoken even though the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips beg to differ- “we couldn’t figure out where we were which is stupid since we’re supposed to be New Yorkers, then finally I said to just keep walking straight, which we did until we found Union Square due to pure dumb luck.” Peter watches you throw your head back and laugh, high in sound and utterly happy, and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, a stupidly thrilled grin on his face, too. He hated that he couldn’t stop grinning; it was ridiculous and it hurt his cheeks and made his eyes squint so hard they ached once he was finally able to let his mouth rest. Oh, how his heart couldn’t stop hammering! He was so nervous he could hardly think straight. Peter Parker was drowning, suffocating, choking on these emotions that had been so far buried deep, deep within the recesses of his heart that he hardly knew what to do with them now that they were drifting to the surface like leaves on a pond. 

     You can feel his eyes on you, the soft and sweet, carefully watching gaze of Peter, and so you take the moment for your own. You’re standing in front of the door to the apartment building when you whip around toward him, and he goes in for the hug like he knows what you’re planning to do. Instead, you lean up, take his face in your hands and you note how cold his cheeks are as you avoid his surprised gaze. Then, you’re kissing him. You are kissing Peter Parker in the way you’ve never kissed anyone before; it’s hesitant, over too fast like it never even happened, but you kissed him and he knows you’ve just kissed him, but the thoughts flipping through his brain and the way his stomach is clenching doesn’t allow him to form coherent sentences that you can hear and comprehend. 

   Instead of kissing you again, instead of lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around the street and singing like a madman because the person of his dreams seems to want him right back, he stutters for five seconds. The only words that he can manage to say are, “Thank you,” before he turns back around and quite literally sprints down the block to his own apartment. 

   When he gets home he collapses on his bed, grunting a hello to May before he shoves his pillow over his face and screams into it, unabashed screaming that he drags out for two minutes. He pulls back, red cheeked and panting. He immediately rolls over to call Ned, begging him to come over immediately and no, Ned, he doesn’t care about the comic you’re in the middle of reading because this is an emergency damn it! 


   “You said thank you?” Ned says incredulously, thirty minutes later and trying not to burst into hysterics after what his best friend had just relayed to him. He can’t help himself, and as Peter hugs his pillow to his chest with a look similar to that of someone who is experiencing severe indigestion, Ned wheezes out a laugh held in for so long that it just goes on forever. Peter buries his face in the plush, comforting fabric, emitting a groan that continues for as long as Ned cackles. “Dude, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you said thank you. Who says thank you after being kissed? For the first time? By someone you’ve been dying to kiss for the past, like, three years?” Ned is practically crying by the time Peter  launches his pillow at his so called best friend, resting his fists against his cheeks and letting a pout befall his lips. 

   “Ned,” Peter whines, brown eyes pleading. “I need help. I said thank you! I hate myself, I shouldn’t be allowed to be kissed ever again. I’m… I’m so stupid. I said thank you! To Y/N! Y/N! Of all people! Thank you! Thank you.” He repeats the phrase with a sad, small shake of his head and lies back down on his bed. Ned stretches out across the top bunk, Peter can hear the old bed creak, and they both let out a sigh. “What should I do, man? Do you think Y/N hates me?” 

   Ned is quiet for a moment. “Right now? Y/N definitely hates you right now. I’m not even saying that to be mean, I’m saying that as your best friend. You said thank you.”  

  “I know,” he says, miserable and pathetic and contemplating what sort of injuries he might hypothetically sustain if he attempted a backflip off the edge of the Empire State Building. 


   “He said thank you?” Michelle Jones doesn’t even bother to wait, to even offer a dash of fake but well meant sympathy, before she erupts into hysterics, laughing so terribly hard that she nearly rolls off your twin bed. You stare at her, stone faced, unamused, as she continues her awful wheezing laughter that she has no intention of halting any time soon. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have to-” MJ abruptly stands up, stifling her laughter behind her hand as she leaves your bedroom, then closes the door behind her and starts laughing again. It’s loud, practically deafening, mostly because the laughter feels so mocking and smothering in lieu of recent events that had occurred less than an hour ago. You sigh, hugging your pillow even tighter to your chest as you wait for your so called best friend to return from her stint in the hallway. 

   “Oh, are you done now? Thanks,” you snap, shifting over on the bed to make room for her to clamor back on. “I can’t believe you. I’m having a crisis and you leave to go laugh at me in the hallway. What sort of friend are you, MJ?” 

   She shrugs, the ghost of a hilariously mocking grin still playing at her mouth. “The friend who tells it like it is.” 

   You huff, lying down on the bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up there when you were fourteen, the July before you started high school. You put them up with Peter, and it was late and hot and your palms were sticky with sweat that sometimes wonder was due to the heat of the summer or the boy sitting next to you in your room, on your tiny bed, rambling on about the rings that Jupiter had, because yes Jupiter has rings, and the reasons as to why stars emit light. Peter was always there, never wavering in his loyalties, your most beloved friend, the boy who promised over and over again that he’d be there for you no matter what. He was Peter, and you loved Peter, and if Peter didn’t love you back that would be just fine- you just wanted to know sooner rather than later. “What should I do? Is he, like, repulsed by me? Why would you let me kiss him, Michelle?” 

   “Uh, excuse me, I didn’t even know you were planning on planting a big one on Peter Parker, so any blame cast on me is henceforth cancelled. Got that? Good,” Michelle brushes her hair out of her eyes, that intense look appearing on her already intense face. “First of all, that loser is physically incapable of being repulsed by you. I’m just telling you that right now before you go off on a stupid tangent about whether or not he hates you. That’s final. Next, he’s never been kissed before! He was definitely overwhelmed, probably freaking out inside, didn’t know what to do, and that was the first thing that popped into his head and he ran with it and then he ran away. Understandable. Finally, boys are just stupid. All of them. They’re all complete morons, and-” 

   “Okay, Michelle, the idiotic tendencies of people who identify as a male is a riveting debate that we enjoy quite frequently, but tonight I think I’m done talking boys. I’m going to just… let things happen as they should? If Peter likes me, he’ll tell me, and that’ll be that. I just won’t bring up the kiss. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.” With a satisfied nod, MJ pats your head, then, for a split second, snorts under her breath again. 

  She holds her hands up defensively, exclaiming, “He still said thank you! He’s never living this shit down!”


    The next day at school, Peter is prepared and ready for the conversation he anticipates is going to happen. He is ready to be understanding if you yell at him for being a complete and utter ass after you kissed him, he’s ready to spill his bottled up feelings all over the linoleum floor if that’s what it takes for you to believe that the kiss was the best thing he’s ever experienced, ever would experience, and he’s ready for the beginning of everything he’s ever dreamt of, but none of that comes. At least, not immediately, not in the way he expected. 

   The boy has always thought himself a patient person, but in the months that have passed he’s realized that under no circumstances is he okay with waiting. He’s impatient and annoyed at everyone and everything that comes his way that isn’t you, and then he’s annoyed at you for not appearing to him and acknowledging that you kissed him on the front steps of your apartment building with a fervor that could only be identified as the crashing, burning, raging, bursting power of pent up emotion. He knows he has hardly any classes with you, so there’s no conceivable way you could have an in depth discussion of your relationship status as of this very moment, but still. He’d appreciate a gesture of some kind. And then, after this thought pops into his head, he wonders if he should be the one to make the gesture. 

   Prompt with following his instincts, he sets off to find you before you can avoid him at lunch like he knows you will. He stands by your locker, leaning against the cool metal frame, waiting for you to make an appearance. He sees you first, and by now this is simply rote for him. You don’t have time to even attempt to duck out of his way; Peter is determined, stubborn, and he won’t lose out on his chance by allowing you to go on ignoring him. Even if you don’t want a relationship, a decision he’ll respect wholeheartedly, he flat out refuses to even entertain the idea of no longer having you as his best friend, as his other kind of love. He takes your hand, silent begging scrawled across the weakened, anxious smile he gives you. He leads you toward the front of the school, around a bend of empty lockers, and takes a step back. 

   Neither of you really look at each other until he says, unexpectedly, “You kissed me!” It’s almost accusatory, the way he says it, and, affronted, you look back up at him in alarm.  

   “And you said thank you!” You retort, eyes narrowed. “Who says that!” The entire reason you’ve been avoiding him was to avoid this discussion. It was making you feel feverish. Peter had always made you nervous, it was painfully obvious, but this was so much different than just incessant butterflies in your stomach. This was a post-kiss conversation, and you hardly knew what to say to him other than repeating the previous query of, “Seriously, who tells someone thank you after they’ve just kissed you!”

   The question is rhetorical, so he ignores it. That, and because he’s already embarrassed enough by his tactless reply. He waves his hands around aggressively. “I know! I know I did! I didn’t mean to! You scared me!” 

   “Wow, thanks.” 

   “I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not scary, you’re like a baby deer, a fawn, you’re so cute and non-intimidating, I didn’t mean that you were scary I meant that I’ve never been kissed and being kissed by the person you have a crush on is a scary thing especially when it comes out of nowhere so I’m sorry that I said thank you but I just didn’t- my brain doesn’t work sometimes, okay!” Peter runs his hands through his hair. One curl flips down, curling over his forehead in a stupidly cute way.

   “Peter, you literally drive me up the wall, sometimes.” You shake your head, give a sigh, take two steps forward so that you’re so much closer to him than you were before even though two steps shouldn’t feel like you’re closing the widest gap in history. “Should I not have kissed you?” 

   His pretty brown eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the part where I called you cute? And the part where I said I have a crush on you? Do you have selective hearing? Work with me here,” he pleads, taking holding of your shoulders and giving the gentlest shake he can manage. 

   “So, kissing is a yes, then?” You press, just to make sure, just to tease him a little because you can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time you act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. He closes his eyes. There’s a deep inhalation while you stand there waiting for him, and when he kisses you, you’re the one taken by surprise, hands frozen in midair as he lets his lips move from yours in this painfully slow way you’re almost sure he’s taunting you with. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to the punch. 

  “I swear, if you ruin this moment and say it-” 

  “Thank you, Peter.” 

  “I think we’re going to have to break up before we’re even together. You blew it, Y/N. Good work.” 

  “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be our thing.”

  “No.”

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Go Out With Me - Billy Hargrove

Request: None

Word Count: 902

Summary: Billy has you on his radar and won’t rest until you go on a date with him. 

Warnings: Language. 

A/N: So, here is my first imagine ever, hope everyone can enjoy it. Any mistakes on the text let me know, I’m still working on my english. 

P.S: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 or not, and REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Originally posted by incognito-burri


You knew that the new kid in town was trouble, staying away from him was the logical thought, however that had been proven difficult once you fell on his radar. Part of you was angry at it, and the other, well, the other part liked it. Perhaps a bit to much, you’d say. 

 You were at your locker picking up the books for your next class when a familiar sent filled the air around you, a mix of cigarettes, cheap cologne and something natural. You’d never admit that it made you feel warm and slightly excited to smell that around you. Billy Hargrove leaned on the locker beside you, his half buttoned shirt fitted him perfectly in all the right places. God, he couldn’t fully button that thing to save his life. You weren’t complaining though, what he had of doucheness was equally matched by his looks. All of which made you extremely frustrated, it’s a damn waste of good looks in a shitty person

“Hey there princess.” He said at the moment you closed you locker. A smirk stamped on his face. 

“I have a name you know.” You said annoyed. 

 “I do. But, princess fits you better, Y/n.” He pronounced every letter in your name slowly while keeping his deep blue eyes gazing at you. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him. Making your way to your next class. He followed you through the hallway. 

“Walking away while I was still talking to you… That’s rude princess.” He faked a disappointed expression and smirked. 

“Nothing you can’t handle Hargrove. Now, get lost.” You spoke without looking at him. He held you by your wrist stopping you from walking, so you turned around and looked at him. 

“I haven’t finished yet. Let’s go out Friday night. Try to find something fun to do in this shit town.” You sighed. It was about the hundredth time he called you out.

 “I’ll say to you now, what I did all the other times you asked: no.” You released yourself from his grip and walked away. 

 “We’ve been doing this for a month. How long can you keep this, hard to get act, princess?” He shouted to you. 

“Has long as I need to.” You said as you entered the classroom. 

 The next week wasn’t different, Billy made, yet another attempt at asking you out. And once again you rejected him. You admired his determination, usually a guy like him would just give up. In theory they are not the type to humiliate themselves for a girl. “There are plenty of bitches in the sea.” To quote something Billy said himself once.

 You were sitting at the hood of your black chevy malibu, after finishing your lunch, listening music, when you saw that familiar mess of yellow curls, blue eyes and tight jeans walking towards you. 

 “Twice in a day Hargrove, you really are desperate. What happened? Ran out of bitches?” You said raising one eyebrow at him. 

 He chuckled. “No. I just am not in the mood for bitches, princess.” He put one of his hands on the hood of your car and leaned in closer to you.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said. 

“Be my guest.”

 A brief moment of silence past and he spoke again.

“Come on, Y/n, go out with me. If you hate it, what I doubt it’ll happen, I’ll never bother you again.”

“It sounds like a very tempting offer, but coming from you… I just don’t buy it.”

“Your lack of faith in me is impressive. You really think so little of me?”

“I’m not even answering that.” 

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Okay, let me make a deal with you. If we go out together you get to pick the time and place. Hell, you can pick me up at my house if you want. After that if it is what you wish, I won’t bother you anymore. Regardless of you liking the date or not.”

You took a moment to think on his deal and you decided what you wanted. 

“I am shocked that you would humiliate yourself to the point of letting the girl pick you up. You most certainly are desperate to prove something.” 

You watched as his lips were pressed into a single white line and his jaw clenched. 

“However, if you really want to go out with me, you have to plan the hole thing. Impress me Hargrove. My demands are: take me to a public place and pick me up tomorrow at 8pm.” 

He smiled. You could feel his ego boost in the air.

Finally princess. It’ll be a night you’ll never forget Y/n.”

“I believe you. Let’s hope it won’t go down as my worst date ever.” You spoke and went back to listen to your music. 

You saw when he walked away, appreciating the view. Then you realized, shit, you accepted to go out with Billy fucking Hargrove. What in the hell was wrong with you. You closed your eyes and sighed.

 “Well, fuck.” 

You whispered to yourself. Then you had an Idea.

 You would make him wish he’d never asked you out. You’d turn that date into a living hell. You smiled widely at the thought. Billy Hargrove, you are in for a treat.