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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 2

We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)

  1. “Where is my fucking pudding?!”
  2. “I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
  3. “Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
  4. “Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
  5. “Oops…”
  6. “God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
  7. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
  8. “Look, about the monkey…”
  9. “I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
  10. “It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
  11. “well this is what i call hell of a night”
  12. “How could an entire school disappear?”
  13. “What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
  14. "Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
  15. “Don’t turn that on!”
  16. “Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
  17. “I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
  18. "Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
  19. “Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
  20. “You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
  21. “That cat just stole my cereal!”
  22. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
  23. “Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
  24. “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS KEITH!”
  25. “If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
  26. “What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
  27. “Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
  28. “Why did I just press the big red button?”
  29. “So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
  30. “Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
  31. “God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
  32. “Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
  33. “You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
  34. “Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
  35. “I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
  36. “Hold me back bro!”
  37. “I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
  38. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
  39. “Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
  40. “I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
  41. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
  42. “Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
  43. “Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
  44. “When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
  45. “Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
  46. “This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
  47. Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
  48. ” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
  49. "For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
  50. “One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
  51. “This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
  52. “Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
  53. “Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
  54. “You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
  55. “No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
  56. “did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
  57. “For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
  58. "That isn’t permanent, right?”
  59. “You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
  60. “She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
  61. “But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
  62. “You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
  63. “The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
  64. “Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
  65. “Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
  66. “How did you get that bump on your lip”
  67. “Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
  68. “ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
  69. "Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
  70. “Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
  71. “They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
  72. “You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
  73. “Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
  74. “So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
  75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
  76. “Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
  77. “Did you explode the microwave again?!”
  78. "Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
  79. “Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
  80. “I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
  81. "What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
  82. “Who actually let the dogs out?”
  83. “Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
  84. “I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
  85. “So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
  86. “I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
  87. "Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
  88. “So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
  89. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
  90. “What are you doing?”
  91. “But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
  92. “You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
  93. “I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
  94. “Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
  95. “I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!" 
  96. "What the hell are those?”
  97. “Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
  98. “I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
  99. “Why didn’t you stop?”
  100. “So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”

Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”. I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje! 

I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.


Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.


Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?


A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Aisles [m]

Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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Patience -Tom Holland (smut)

A/N: I wrote smut and I’m not even sorry because I’m trash and this is garbage. In which Tom is your boyfriend but he is an impatient little shit. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!


You put your phone between your shoulder and your ear while putting on your shoes.
You heared him groan on the other end of the line and smiled to yourself.
“Come on Tom. I’m gonna be there in two days.”, you said and put your foot back down and took the phone into your hand.
“Yeah two days too long.”, he said and his voice was muffled.
“I know. I miss you too.”, you said while fixing your hair in the mirror.

“I’m home for two months and you’re not here. That’s not fair.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“You mean like how you are always away for promo and I’m home? Yeah buddy, been there, done that.”, you teased him and put him on speaker. You looked at your outfit and tried to fix your blouse but you were not statisfied.
It was quiet for a couple minutes and you only heared weird shuffling noises until he spoke up again.

“I miss you.”,he said but his voice was suddenly deeper and kind of breathy while you took off your blouse to put something else on.
You looked at your phone in disbelief and took it into your hands.
“Babe what are you doing?”, you asked now but it took him a few seconds to answer again.
“I really need you right now.”,he said and this time you could hear his belt being taken off.
“Thomas Stanly Holland! You promised me to wait until I come back.”,you scolded him and felt turned on immediatly. You could picture him how he was lying in bed rubbing his own cock over his jeans while listening to your voice. His eyes closed, head leaned into his neck exposing his throat. Thinking of you.

Your cheeks were burning and you felt a known wetness between your legs and got pissed.
“Tom I don’t have time for this right now! I need to go.”, you whined and pressed your legs together.
“Baby I just need to release the tension. I’m gonna explode otherwise.”, he says slightly moaning while doing it and you huff.
“I don’t like you getting off on your own.”,you complain. You like to be all over his mind when he comes. No place for other thoughts. Only you. You went to the drawer and pulled out a bright red lipstick. You put it on quickly and took off your bra. You shook your hair out and pulled it together on to one shoulder. You took a picture of yourself, the need of release rising in your own body, and sent it to him.

“I want you to look at the photo I sent you.”,you demanded and put your bra back on.
“Oh god!”,he moaned and you could hear how he pulled down his jeans.
“You’re gonna look at me while coming. Alright babe?”, you said into the phone while wiping away the lipstick and putting on the blouse. You didn’t have the nerve to pick something else. Thanks to Tom who left you all hot and bothered.
“I love you.”, you said and took your bag and your keys.
“Don’t hang up!”, he said desperatly and you chuckled triumphantly.
“I have to go now. And when I come back home we need to practice patience with you.”

“I love you too.”,he only managed to say and sounded chocked up. He wouldn’t last long. Knowing this you hung up and went out the door to go to your meeting.

The thing you didn’t tell Tom was that you’d be home earlier. You wanted to surprise him so you went into your apartment as silent as possible. You did not hear anything and wondered for a second if he was home at all. But walking towards your bedroom you heared his voice. His moaning.
You let everything fall out of your hands and stormed into the bedroom just to find him on your bed, fully naked while your picture from yesterday was on the big screen on the wall. He stopped in his movement and your mouth dropped.

“Shit. I’m starting to hallucinate.”, he cursed and pulled you out of your shock.
“Oh buddy you have no idea what you got yourself into.”,you said while taking off your clothes one by one and walking towards him.
You turned off the TV and stood at the end of the bed.
“Come here.”, you demanded and he sat up right infront of you.
“Two days in a row Holland? We will have a patience session right now.”, you told him and pulled down your panties. You sat down on his lap and put your hands on his cheeks while he put his hands on your hips.
“I missed you.”, he exhaled and placed wet kisses down your throat. You pulled his face gently back up and placed your lips onto his kissing him passionatly. You let your hand trail down his body and laid your hand around his cock. Going slowly up and down.

“Here are the rules.”, you said and looked him into his eyes still pumping his member.
“I’m going to sit down on you. We are not allowed to move. You don’t get to do anything unless I do. If you move you’re not going to get off for the next week and you know that we only have the next week together until you come back from your promo. Understood?”
You sat up on your knees and aligned his cock at your entrance and he nodded.
You let yourself down on him and put your head into your neck enjoying the sensation of him filling you out. As soon as he was completly in, you felt his hips twitch and held him down immediatly and looked down.

“Do you wanna go on without me for another two months?”, you asked looking him into his eyes and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Good. I don’t either.”, you smiled and kissed his shoulder. His hands were still on your hips and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“So how was the time without me?”, you asked and sat up. That slightest movement made him close his eyes and groan in pleasure.
“We’re not going to talk about that right now.”,he growled and opened his eyes to glare at you. A lustfilled glare which sent shivers down your spine. You tightened your walls around him and then let go again which made him furrow his brows.
“You could’ve been fucking me sensless if you were patient enough to wait for me.”,you told him and he cursed under his breath which made you smirk.

“You were the one-…to sent me the photo.”,he swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Hardly concentrating not to move.
“You were getting off without me.”, you pouted and adjusted your legs by wrapping them around his hips. Which was again a tiny movement. But enough to drive him crazy.
“Darling I don’t know how much longer I can hold this up.”,he hissed under his breath and his grip on your hips tightened.
“Alright. You can move your hands. And you can kiss me. But keep your hip steady.”,you allowed him and he did not make you say it again. His lips crashed onto yours then moved down to your collarbone and he started sucking and biting slightly where your skin was especially sensitive. His hands moved up to your boobs and were massaging them. Your walls clenched around his cock involuntarily and a moan escaped both of your throats. When you felt the familiar knot build up in your stomach you grabbed his wrists and stopped him from going any further.
You leaned your forhead against his and closed your eyes with a big smile on your lips.

“I love you.”, you told him and he placed a butterfly kiss on your nose.
“I love you too, darling.”
You let your hands trail down his abs and up again to his neck. You leaned in and stopped right next to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”, you whispered and with that said he flipped you around and was immediatly hovering over you.
When he pulled out for the first time and pumped back in you dug your nails into his back and arched your back. Because of waiting for so long with his cock inside of you the movement felt ten times better than it would normally feel. All your senses went nuts and you couldn’t controll your body. He kept up a fast and hard pace which made you moan his name.
“You feel - so good!”, he chocked and lifted your legs around his back to have a better angle. He was hitting exactly your right spot and your walls started tightening around him as you felt the sensation growing in your lower stomach.

You grabbed on to the sheets and formed your hands into fists while leaning your head back.
Right before you were about to come you decided that it wouldn’t end like this. You changed positions so that you were on top riding him so he could be the one only enjoying. “I’m close…”, he moaned and you smiled to yourself. You yourself were not far away either.
“Open your eyes for me baby. Look at me.”, you said and looked into his beautiful brown eyes which were begging for release.
“Y/N!”,he moaned while coming and you came with him, your walls clenching around him increasing the sensation.

You both rode your high out and were left a breathless mess when you rolled off of him. You snuggled yourself into the crook of his neck and he put his arm tightly around you.
“I really should have waited.”,he said after both your breathings were normal again.
“Like Cap says: Patience pays off.”, you said and he groaned.
“Did you have to mention him? You’re killing the vibe.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“Jelaous much?”, you teased him and he huffed sarcastically.
“He isn’t the one who just had the most amazing sex ever, is he?”

“No.”, you chuckled and he placed a kiss on your temple.
“You know we were supposed to talk about normal stuff while we didn’t move. Should increase the intensity or something. That’s what soaking is all about.”, you told him while drawing small circles on his chest and placing a kiss here and there.
“Soaking, is it? How about we try round two in the shower?”, he joked and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up. I’m really tired and jetlagged.”, you chuckled and he laughed out loud.
“It did not feel like that. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you were not tired and jetlagged.”, he said and you rolled your eyes while pulling away. He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from going.

“I’m joking.”,he smiled and you placed a gentle kiss on his hand.
“I need to take a shower and clean myself up. Do you want to watch a movie or something? ”, you asked him while walking towards the bathroom.
“Sure.”, he yelled after you and you smiled to yourself.
“And I’m hungry!”, you yelled back and heared him laugh.
“I’m on it!”, he said and you closed the bathroom door.
You were absolutely in love with this impatient dork you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

The Flat
  • Sirius bought it in 7th year.
  • He was walking down a street in muggle London, smoking a cigarette, not really paying attention to where he was going or why. 
  • Then he saw it.
  • And he had to have it.
  • It was small, dusty, old and needed some work done, but damn did Sirius love that flat.
  • I had four bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room area with a living space coming off the end and two and half small bathrooms (when I say half, one was just a toilet and a sink).
  • It had these huge windows along just one wall. They were so big you could stand on the window sill at the bottom and just press your whole body against the glass, staring down onto the street below.
  • The house had a bright red door with small flecks of paint coming off it. 
  • The flat itself was on the second floor of the building, but even from the ground, staring at those huge windows and the For Sale sign, Sirius knew he wanted it bad. 
  • So he bought it two weeks later.
  • He didn’t tell anyone about it at first, he wanted it to be a surprise for when they left school.
  • But Sirius Black is terrible at keeping secrets, especially from his best friends and especially when he was excited.
  • So, one rainy weekend he took them all down to muggle London for a special trip.
  • ‘Sirius what is this all about. it’s cold.’ ‘Be quiet Wormy I need to show you something.’
  • ‘Sirius we have been walking for hours, please, my feet are tired.’ ‘James shut the hell up, we got off the bus thirty seconds ago.’
  • They rounded the corner, walked a few meters until Sirius was standing in front of the house, his arms spread wide and a huge grin on his face, like he was a small child showing his mother his latest drawing.
  • ‘Well, what do you think?’
  • ‘I think it’s raining and you have stopped in the middle of the street for no reason.’
  • ‘Fuck off Moony, I mean the house.’
  • ‘What? This house?’
  • ‘Yes this house you wanker, it’s mine.’
  • Peter, James and Remus all just stare.
  • ‘You bought a house…’
    Sirius dropped his arms.
  •  ‘Well no.. I bought a flat, second floor. I thought we could all live here. When we leave school…Together.’
  • Silence.James, never one for silences, or being able to handle the look of fear and apprehension on Sirius’ face, breaks into a smile.
  • ‘For real Pads?’
  • ‘Yeah.. for real..’
  • James clapped Peter on the back, still grinning. Peter smiles too. Then James runs up and hugs Sirius, very briefly and before the poor boy can respond, James has broken away and is running up to the red door, unlocking and sprinting inside, bounding up the stairs. A few seconds later he is seen in one of the enormous windows, still grinning as he jumps about motioning for the others to join him.
  • Peter laughs before running in after James. Remus remains standing and staring.
  • ‘You want me to move in with you?’
  • Sirius blushes.
  • ‘Probably should have made asking you more romantic Moony.. but I figured having us all here would be cute as well. But yeah, I want you to move in with me. And James. And Peter. I basically want you to move into Gryffindor Dormitory 2.0, only this time we get to share a bed.’
  • Remus is silent.
  • Sirius is worried.
  • ‘You don’t have to Rem. Maybe this is too fast. You can say no…’
  • ‘I love you, Sirius’
  • ‘I love you too, Moony.’
  • ‘But I get the left side of the bed.’
  • Sirius lets out a bark like laugh.
  • ‘Fine, but I’m choosing the sheets, your taste sucks ass.’
  • Moving into the London flat was all they could talk about for the next few months.
  • Sirius had never asked them to pay any rent, he had more than enough money after his Uncle had passed away and figured it was the least he could do.
  • But James had downright refused to let his friend pay for him, insisting he would split the rent 50/50 every month, no matter what protests Sirius put up.
  • Remus wanted to pay too, but Sirius didn’t even bother listening to that. Remus didn’t have the money to do it, not that Sirius cared, and he would always say, ‘Remus, we are going to be sharing a bed, theirs not really anything for you to pay for. Plus, you can get me a really cool birthday present to make up for it.’ Remus got him a motorbike that year.
  • A few weeks before the end of school, just when the boys had finished there exams, and reality had started to sink in, Sirius heard that Marlene’s parents hadn’t taken the whole ‘her dating Dorcas’ thing so well, and were no longer speaking to her. So the next day he went up to her, pulled her aside and told her that there was a bedroom waiting in a small flat in London that he was sure her and Dorcas would enjoy.
  • He’d never seen Marlene cry before that day.
  • A week later James walked into the dormitory, sweaty and gross from Quidditch practice, panting as he explained that he was in love with Lily Evans.
  • ‘Yeah no shit Potter, I heard you two last night.’
  • Sirius got a pillow thrown at his head. 
  • Then James explained that he was going to ask Lily to move in with him after they left school. That he wanted her in his life and in the flat. If Sirius was okay with that.
  • Sirius started laughing. James was confused.
  • ‘Prongs, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. Lily and I have been waiting for you to ask her to move in for the past two months.’
  • Sirius got another pillow thrown at his head. Then James ran off to go find Lily.
Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by a-khaleen

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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anonymous asked:

Hii, there's something I don't get. Remember that tweet of Tae where he put a photo but then deleted it? Was that him or another person?? ' 3' btw I love your blog!

Hahahahah that was him. So let me tell you the story: 

Taehyung was posting photos and by mistake he uploaded a pic of him with red glasses . He quickly took it off. However, ARMYs already saved it. 

Tae was sooo embarassed he tweeted “ Please forget about the picture just now I accidently pressed it. it’s not me” but savage ARMYs kept retweeting it.

Then V tweeted again “He’s not me ~~ I’m here ~~~ Uwaaaa ~~ Do not be disappointed ~~~~ It’s an app ~~~ A glasses app ~~~~~~ Yeee ~~~~~” 

He posted some handsome photos of him when he went to Jeju so that people will get distracted and forget about it 

BUT NOP. NO ONE was ready to let it sink. Taehyung asked Jin to help him tell pple to forget about it, Jin the protective hyung went to the fancafe and told the fans:

but … now ALL the members became a target to the red glasses meme:

It

was (Vogue even posted this photo in an article HERE LOL)

crazy

It also trended in korea 

And you will think it ended here? no no nop. Savage Jimin had to come and post this video of him with the SAME red glasses HERE and make the hype even bigger

Now Taehyung with the red glasses is legendary. 

Webs || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,331 words

Request from @bbparker : Hey could you please do an imagine with Peter Parker where your cat (or your dog aha) runs away and you’re upset over it but Spider-Man brings it back (because you’re obvs friends with Peter) for you and the whole cheesy Spider-Man kiss happens? Thanks very much! :) (Also my @ is BBParker but my tumbles being a bitch aha so could you pls tag?)

No spoilers, fam. I didn’t edit it I’m sorry

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

Y/N strolled through her neighborhood with her new dog on his leash. As an early birthday gift, her family got her a new dog. She hadn’t decided on a name for the dog, but she thought it would be nice to take the pooch on his first walk around the neighborhood. The dog had been pulling on the leash hard for a while, but Y/N just thought he was excited. The dog suddenly got out of his collar and starting bolting down the street.

“Come back!” She shouted, running after the small creature, but he was too fast for her. Y/N stopped, resting against a lamp post while trying to regain her breath as she watched the dog flee from her sight. “Come back,” she whispered breathlessly, hoping the dog would miraculously stop, and run back to her.

Y/N slumped her shoulders, tears starting to build up in her eyes. She dragged her body back to her house. She saw her front door quickly approaching. What would she tell her family,she thought. Yeah, the new dog you just got me escaped from the collar cause it wasn’t tight enough, and ran away.

She opened the door solemnly and rushed to her room trying to avoid any confrontation. She jumped onto her bed, putting her head in her hands. The poor dog was probably all scared and alone. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop her tears. Y/N grabbed her phone from her pocket, wanting to vent to her best friend, Peter.

Y/N has had a crush on Peter since as long as she’s known him. She always thought that he was such a great person, who deserved the entire world. When he told her about the Stark Internship and going to Germany to fight Captain America as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man she was shocked. She wouldn’t have ever thought that the man, or as she realized boy, swinging around the city was her best friend.

Peter also had a crush on her, he just never voiced his thoughts. If she didn’t like him once he told her, that would’ve ruined there entire friendship. Peter would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all. Telling her that he was Spider-Man was the first step to confessing his feelings because that meant he trusted her enough. One day he was going to tell her how he felt, one day. 

Hey Pete. She typed quickly on her phone.

Hola, Y/N. What’s up?

Y/N sighed, thank god he wasn’t busy.

Can I call you? She texted back, biting her lip. He didn’t reply, instead his contact name appeared on her screen with a green and red button. She pressed the green one, letting out a sigh. She press her phone to her ear.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” He asked in a worried tone. She heard shuffling through the phone.

“I lost my dog.” She sniffled, trying to sound somewhat normal. The shuffling in the background stopped, “You don’t have a dog.” He said slowly, not wanting to provoke his friend in any way.

“I just got him today as an early birthday gift. Look, I’ll text you a picture of him. If you see him while your fighting crime, can you like, get him. I don’t know what to do.” She said sadly, shaking her head.

“Of course,” he replied but paused, causing more shuffling, “Look, I gotta go.The whole superhero thing. I’ll talk to you later alright?” He stated, his voice now slightly muffled. Y/N raised an eyebrow but ignored the situation. “Alright, bye.” Peter ended the call, not replying.

It had been an hour since her dog escaped her grasp. She decided to go out looking for him again, hopping for the best.It was starting to get dark outside but Y/N wanted to make sure that the poor animal was okay. So she put her shoes back on and grabbed the leash, with the collar still attached, leaving the house.

She looked around a few blocks but sadly, came up empty handed. Y/N was ready to give up when she heard barking coming from the alleyway. “Just my luck, the scariest alley on the block.” She mumbled to herself, walking into the dark abyss.

“Hey, puppy, where are you?” Y/N said softly as if she was talking to a baby. She heard barking coming from above her. The dog was on the fire escape to one of the buildings. “What the fu-” Before she could answer,she heard footsteps behind her. Terrified, she slowly turned around.

Y/N was met with the red and blue tights of Spider-Man. The man stood, waving a hand towards her, “Hey, Y/N.” He said slightly confused.

“Oh thank god,” She said letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding while placing her hand on her chest, “I thought it was someone that was going to kill me.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you still out here, looking for your dog?” He asked crossing his arms. Y/N brought a hand up to scratch the back of her neck.

“I found him actually. But he somehow managed to get stuck on the fire escape.” She stated, pointing to the adorable dog above her.

“Well,” Peter started dramatically, “I think I can help.” He cockily said, shooting his webs toward the dog’s direction. Spider-Man was hanging from his webs from a staircase that was above the dog. He spun himself upside down, now facing the panting dog. “Hey there little buddy.” He said, grabbing the dog with one hand, holding the web with the other.

He slide down the web, right in front of Y/N, handing her the dog. She grabbed the dog, “Awe, you’re okay.” She said, petting the dog, putting him down. She took the leash that she was holding, now putting it on the dog securely.Y/N stood up, holding the leash tightly in one hand, giving him a slight closed lip smile. She reached her hands up, right under the opening of his mask. She pulled it down, just under his nose. It’s now or never. She thought to herself

She leaned in, closing her eyes. Peter closed his eyes as well, not knowing what else to do. She put one hand on his masked cheek. She placed her lips upon his, in a short yet sweet passionate kiss. Y/N pulled away, opening her eyes slowly, with a smile on her face. “Thank you Peter.” Y/N beamed, walking out of the alley with her dog beside her.

Peter stayed where he was on his webs, unable to move from what just happened. He jumped down from his position, standing on the ground with his jaw slacked. He then smiled widely, pulling his mask down and swinging away.

Y/N slammed her from door shut, taking the leash off of the dog. She was so happy that she had found the dog and even happier that she saw Spider-Man. Kissed him even. She smiled, running to her room, giggling. 

A few weeks later, Peter decided to ask her out. She obviously said yes. The two where hanging out at Y/N house in her room. They heard footsteps coming towards her room, which turned out to be her dog. The dog walked up to Peter sniffing him, before starting to lick the teenage boy. The act made Peter laugh and pet the dog’s soft head.

“What did you name him?” Peter asked, turning to Y/N while still petting the dog. Y/N chuckled, “Umm, I named him Webs.”

His eyes widened, with a small smile evident on his face, “You didn’t.”

“I had to,” She said shrugging your shoulders, “You’re his savior after all.”

Dating Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by spiderholland

A/N: Horrible day to hate my baby boy Tom, lol sorry not sorry. Also, Izzy this is for you (I know you’re gonna read it ♥)

Writer: Jess

  • Probably meeting him at a party or something
  • Tom being pretty self conscious around you while you two are not actually dating
  • Purely because he wants you to fall in love with Thomas Stanley Holland, not Tom “Spiderman” Holland, you know what I mean? 
  • And the thought of opening up so much to someone is kind of scaring for him
  • But once you are dating him, things change
  • Tom being as lowkey as he can about his relationship with you, at first 
  • His fans starting to suspect as you’re always with him, Haz and Harry
  • Having to deal with both the love and the hate you start to receive from them
  • Tom losing his fear of what can possibly happen because “life is too short, love, I gotta show you off”
  • Him taking you to every single premiere he goes
  • Some of them you’re gonna be on the red carpet with him, the other ones you’re just gonna be around with Haz
  • But you’re always gonna be there
  • Flying around the world with Tom whenever he has a press tour to do
  • Him asking you for a good luck kiss before every and any interview
  • So please, make sure you’re always around him, otherwise he’s gonna be like “Okay, Harrison, I can’t find my (Y/N), you’re gonna have to kiss me”
  • Actually, you having to deal with how close Tom is to Haz - and you loving it, because coME ON?????
  • Spending a lot of time with Haz when Tom is busy with a photoshoot or anything like that
  • Being really close to his family, to the point that sometimes his parents only let his brothers travel with him because you’re going too
  • Defending Harry when Tom teases him about his crush on you
  • “Thomas, I’m going to leave you for him, leave the kid alone!”
  • Facetiming your family and Tom simply joining you by shouting “HI, FAMILY”
  • Him going to visit your family with you
  • Having little silly fights with him, just like every single couple 
  • Tom crossing his arms and clenching his jaw when he’s mad at you
  • Kissing all over his jaw until he cracks a smile or pulls you for a hot kiss
  • Sex with Tom being either totally funny, awkward, loud and quick
  • Or slow, passionate, deep, quiet and sweaty
  • Him giving you piggy back rides
  • Borrowing his jackets
  • Planing a super birthday party for him
  • Staying awake the whole night just cuddling and listening to music with him
  • Having tons of playlists with him
  • Playlist for when you two are sleeping, cooking, on the car, having sex, flying, cleaning the house
  • Plus Tom never letting you clean his apartment alone
  • Staying with Tessa when he’s on another city/state/country and you couldn’t go with him
  • Tessa sleeping between you two sometimes
  • Having your pictures all over his instagram because like I said, he wants to show you off
  • Tom mentioning you on interviews but never calling you by your name
  • Whenever he talks about you, you’re “my girl”
  • Him loving to kiss you slowly for looong minutes
  • Making out with him all the time - on parties, before premieres, before going to sleep, while cooking, etc
  • “Hey, do you wanna make out?”
  • “Sure”
  • Tom being such a sucker for the way you hug him that he basically loves hugging you more than anything else
  • Massaging his back after a long time at the gym because he just works so hard to stay on that shape
  • Blaming you for it
  • “You’re always craving for pizza and ice cream, of course it’s on you, (Y/N)”
  • Waking him up at 3am to go eat some burgers
  • And Tom being like “hell yeah, let’s go”
  • Tom hating to see you cry and kissing your tears away, always
  • Holding your hands when you’re sad so somehow you know he’s there with you
  • Him always sleeping shirtless and wraping his arms around you, no matter how hot it is
  • “Thomas, I’m sweating, let me go”
  • “Shh, I’m sleeping”
  • Eskimo kisses after waking up in the morning
  • Sharing tons of cups of tea/coffee with him
  • Saying “I love you” to each other at least once a day
  • Both of you being beyond the whole jealous thing because you know none of you are actually going to leave the other
Teasing Tom in inappropriate situations would be like

a/n: So here we go sin again
I promised to one anon that I would do a drunk!Harrison and I will, but this one was already in the middle.
Let me know if you guys want a part. 2 or a special request. I’ll try my best even if I don’t check my grammar mistakes and I’m huge trash/sinner

• okay but Tom is not the only one in the relationship who tease the other in inappropriate situations
• you’d be in his room chillin with him
• marathons of marvel movies
• “Okay baby, I understood. You know Robert Downey Jr”
• you’d be using one of his huge t-shirts and he’d be just in sweatpants
• Tom would kiss your forehead and pull you closer in a super hug
• wouldn’t take long for you two start to make out
• you’d be in his lap moving your hips back and forth making the kiss deeper
• his hands on your waist would be pressing you against his hard cock
• he’d move his lips to your jaw, then to your neck, then to your shoulder… he would leave a trail of little red marks
• your hand would be tangled in the hair on the back of his neck and you’d through your head back to give him more access
•he’d take your t-shirt off and would start to kiss your breasts
• you’d crave your nails his shoulder and run them over his chest and he’d whimper and thrust against you searching for more contact
• as you start to kiss his neck and his chest he’d take his pants off
• kneeling in front of him you’d cover the the tip of his length with your mouth rolling your tongue over it
• but suddenly his phone would start to ring
• “Darling, it’s my agent. I really need to answer this call”
• well… your not the one who’s going to use the mouth to talk so you decide to keep doing what you do best
• you’d pass you tongue all over his extension and he’d look you dead in the eye
• with a smile you’d pull half of his hard boner in your mouth and move your hand up and down in synchrony with your head
• as you start to speed up he’d have more difficulties to breath and would start to have troubles to elaborates his phrases
• the only answers he’d be able to give would be “yes”, “no” and “uhum”
• poor baby Tom… the things wouldn’t be easier for him
• you wouldn’t be satisfied with his control so you decide to put all his dick in your mouth at once, the tip hitting your throat making him scream a curse
• “Yeah, definitely this is going to be a great… OH FUCK! No! I just hit my toe on the table. I’m fine”
• now he’d having so much struggles to keep his coherence and you’d feel like a champion
• which time you feel his pulsing veins on your tongue you’d get wetter and moan
• grabbing your hair he’d take your mouth away from him and finally would be able to talk with his agent properly
• or almost that bc he would be thinking in ways to punish you you for begin such a bad girl
• he’d stand up, walk in direction to the door and rest his forehead on the wall
• since he don’t want to have fun you would take care of this alone
• taking your soaked panties you’d lay down in bed and start to rub your clit
• your thoughts would be always Tom
• on how good he make you feel when he’s inside you
• how his fingers always find that particular spot inside you that make you scream
• how his hands dominate all your body
• how his lips are always soft and unique
• wouldn’t take long to you start to make noises
• as you slip your fingers inside you with one long moan would make Tom turn around and open his mouth speechless
• the vision of you with your legs wide open in his bed while you’re touching yourself would make him shiver and he’d feel his cock twitch
• you’d listen him groan and invented a excuse bu at this point you’re not paying attention if he’s talking or not with his agent
• the only thing you’re really care about its how your fingers are curling inside you and how the that familiar warm was being builded in your stomach
• you’d moan his name so low but your wouldn’t stop, would be like your pray
• since you would be so busy you wouldn’t see Tom wrap his hand around his pulsing erection trying to relief the pain
• you’d be lost in time with all your dirty thoughts of Tom, your eyes closed and your backs arched
• you’re almost feeling your walls clench around you when suddenly you’d feel two hands roughly grabbing your thighs pulling your closer
• with the shock you’d take your fingers of inside you and Tom would put your hands above your head
• his eyes would be dark with the desire and you’d swallow hard
• “Now I have all the attention in the world to give to you, babygirl”

I Love You || Peter Parker Imagine

(what even is a good title?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested by anon:  could you write an imagine where you’ve been dating peter but he seems distant and you think hes seeing someone else or cheating on you so you get really mad and go to his house and wait for him while he’s out being spider man and he comes in wearing his suit and i guess you can take it from there,,,love your writing btw!

Word Count: 1,810 words

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No Homecoming Spoilers

Originally posted by hardyness


Y/N and Peter. Peter and Y/N. They were Midtown High’s It couple. The entire school idolized their relationship. Most students, when they walked to class, would see the two by the lockers smiling and holding each other as they talked. They could barely be apart from one other.

The two teenagers have been dating ever since the summer before freshmen year. They were neighbors so they practically grew up together, which made there relationship even cuter. Y/N loved Peter with all of her heart. She was there for him when his Uncle Ben died and when he got that crazy Stark Internship. She was always there to witness his downfalls and his uprisings.

The It couple was slowly starting to get torn apart a few months after the death of Peter’s Uncle. He became distant and everyone noticed. Everyone noticed how him and Y/N stopped talking to each other in the hallways at school, or how he would eat lunch with only Ned instead of eating lunch with the three of them. Dates with Peter were either always cancelled or always getting interrupted by his Aunt suddenly needing him.

Their relationship had gone like this for the past few months and Y/N was sick and tired of it. She hated that Peter was ignoring her calls, canceling dates and overall, not talking to her. She thought he was acting like this from the stress of balancing the internship and school. Y/N’s friends put the horrid thought into her head that Peter might’ve been seeing someone else.

“Peter would never do that to me!” She argued with her friends when they finally decided that it was best if she knew what might have been going on.

“Y/N just think about it,” He friend said, trying to convince her, “he’s cancelling dates, ignoring your calls, and not really talking to you. The signs are all there.”

Her friends looked at her solemnly. Tears started to flow down her cheeks, “He…….he wouldn’t.” She was only saying this now to convince herself more than to convince her friends that Peter was faithful. Except now she was finding it to be the only answer.

One day, Y/N stood in front of the Parker household, trying to compose herself. She let out a huge breath of air before knocking on the door slowly. Y/N didn’t usually knock, she always just let herself in because Peter and May were like family to her. But things were different now, she barley knew Peter anymore.

The door opened and she was greeted with the kind, slightly surprised smile of Peter’s Aunt. “Hey, Y/N. Come in, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl’s shoulder to direct her inside. Y/N walked into the room some more, May shutting the door.

“That’s cause you haven’t.” She mumbled looking at her shoes.

“What was that?” May asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Y/N.

She looked up,closing her eyes for a second to remember what she was originally here for, “Is Peter here?”

“No. I have no idea where he is most of the time,” she chuckled, “but you can go wait in his room if you’d like.” Y/N nodded her head, indicating that she would wait. May went back to what she was doing while Y/N walked to Peter’s room.

She walked to his bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. Reminiscing on all of the things they did in here when they were little brought a small smile to her face.

In this very room, when Y/N and Peter were little kids, he kissed her. They were sitting on the ground playing with his action figures. “Y/N, do you love me?” Little ten year old Peter asked. Y/N giggled, “Of course I do Pete, you’re my best friend.”

Peter gave his full attention to you and not to the toys. “When we’re older, I want to marry you.” Y/N stopped playing with the objects in her hand, a huge smile appearing on her lips. “I want to marry you too, Pete.” He suddenly leaned closer to her, puckering his lips and hastily placing them against Y/N’s. It was only a peck but when he pulled away, the two of them had a similar crimson blush on their cheeks.

Unbeknownst to the kids, May stood in the doorway. She had went to the room to tell them about lunch, but instead, experienced their first kiss which brought a smile to her face.

Y/N couldn’t help but think that their friendship would be ruined as well as their romantic relationship. She slumped her shoulders, dragging her body into the room and onto Peter’s bed. She reclined on the bed, feeling the comforter for what may be the last time. She placed her head on his pillow then turning on her side, breathing in the scent that was distinctively Peter’s. She had done this on multiple occasions from all the many sleepovers. A few tears had spilled from her eyes and down her face yet again.

Her lip quivered as she saw a picture frame on his desk. In the frame was a photo of the two of them together on their one year anniversary. Peter was behind her, his arms wrapped around her middle as he was kissing her cheek. Y/N had a huge smile on her face, her hands resting on top of his.

It was a time where they were happy together. Why would he keep that if everyone thought he was cheating on her? She sat up on the bed, feeling the blankets through her fingers once again. She waited, rubbing her hands together between her thighs.

Y/N was startled when she heard a noise coming from Peter’s window. She gave her attention to the window, seeing a flash of red coming through. She looked up seeing a figure on the ceiling, but not just any figure. It was Spider-Man, the city’s hero. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room?

She sat there, eyes wide and lips parted slightly as she watched the man crawl on the ceiling, towards the door. He slowly and quietly shut the door of the bedroom, jumping down. He let out a sigh before pulling off his mask. He turned around and was greeted with the face of his girlfriend.

“Peter?”

“Y/N?”

They both said simultaneously shocked at one another. Y/N jumped up off of the bed, facing her boyfriend who had dropped the Spider-Man mask onto the floor. “Your'e Spider-Man,” She said breaking the ice.

“W-What, that’s ridiculous. I-I was at a costume party and I, I bought this at the store.” He stated, playing withe the suit. Y/N looked at him slightly confused, “Peter, what costume party happens in July? Besides that, you were just crawling on the ceiling.”

Peter sighed, looking down at the suit. He took it off, grabbing a shirt to throw on. He hid the suit in his closet and walked over to his bed to sit. He patted the seat next to him, indicating Y/N to sit next to him. They sat in silence.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” Y/N questioned the boy. Peter looked shocked trying to defend himself, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

Y/N scoffed, “Peter, we haven’t gone on a date in months and you always ignore my calls and texts. We rarely talk anymore.” He sat there, realizing all of the time that had passed by. “I-I didn’t know it was that long.” He mumbled, playing with his fingers, not making eye contact.

Y/n laughed a humorless laugh, “Everyone convinced me that you were cheating on me.”

Peter turned to face her, eyebrows raised from the accusation, “I would never do that to you, Y/N,” he said sincerely. Peter turned to her looking deeply in her eyes, placing his hands on her cheeks, just above her jaw. “I-I love you. I love you more than the amount of stars in the sky. I love you more than all the water in the ocean,” by now, there were tears falling from both of their eyes from the entire situation, foreheads pressed against one another, “I love you more than anything you could ever imagine.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” She cried, grabbing onto his forearms. Peter shook his head, “Don’t be, I should’ve told you from the start.” He whipped away the tears that were coming from her now red eyes.

Peter began to slowly close the space between them, leaning in closer to her lips. Everything was quiet, besides the short breaths the two of them made. Y/N could then smell that smell that was distinctively Peter’s. He closed his eyes tilting his head slightly, making the space between them disappear. It felt like he was home, that he was finale where he was meant to be.

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into him. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was more needy for that rather than air. Their lips moved in sync while Y/N’s hands traveled to the back of Peter’s neck. His lips always seemed to taste as sweet as sugar. She ruffled her fingers through his dark locks, tugging lightly as their lips melded together.

They both pulled away, a faint blush on their cheeks from the rush of the moment. The two were breathing heavily, not letting go of one another.

After they caught their breath, the teens lay down on the bed, wrapping the fluffy comforter around them. She had her back pressed against his chest as they always used to do. Peter enveloped his hands around her waist, pulling Y/N closer to him. Y/N let out a content sigh just before Peter left a quick peck on her neck.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking Spider-Man.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed. “Well, technically, you were fucking Spider-Man.” He chuckled with his eyes closed as well.

“Oh my God, Peter.” She said slightly offended but laughing nonetheless. When her laughing subsided Peter began to speak, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” She said before drifting off to sleep blissfully in the arms of her beloved.

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3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”
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Stiles liked college a lot so far, it was freeing in a way that high school had never been and he had scheduled all of his classes to start after 10 so he got to sleep in. His only issue with college was Derek Hale’s allergy to shirts.

Derek lived two rooms down from him, always had his door open, and never wore a shirt. Ever. Stiles was convinced that Derek went to class without a shirt on, though he had no proof of that because they didn’t have any classes together.

They were a part of a pretty tight group on their floor, they all hung out in the common room after class, went to meals together, and went out together on weekends. In their nearly 8 months of friendship Stiles had seen him wearing a proper shirt twice. Derek even wore tight, white tank tops to pretty much ever meal which hardly counted as a shirt at all.

Stiles was walking home from class one sunny Friday in April when he finally snapped. He had spent the entire year so far suppressing boners when Derek was around, but this was just excessive.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Derek’s sweaty chest, with his stupid muscles and his stupid chest hair. “Heads up Stilinski!” Derek yelled as the football that Derek and Isaac had been throwing around got passed Derek and almost hit Stiles.

“Do you even own a shirt?!” Stiles said, his voice higher than usual and his cheeks flushed.

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nursey week day 7 - red

Dex is grinning at his phone when Nursey sits down across from him at the table. Nursey doesn’t say anything, because Dex doesn’t smile nearly as often as he should, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. Dex catches him staring when he looks up, though, so Nursey’s kind of forced to recover with a chirp.

“What’s got you all smiley? Did Aerosmith announce a reunion tour?”

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Notebook Journal

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Super long and rambly but pretty fluffy?

Words: 2201 Longest yet

Prompt: “I did not mean for stripping to come from this.” 

Tags: @captainswriting


  You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.

  Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.

  So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.

  You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.

  So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?

  Well, a little at first, but not now.

  When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test. 

  Then you realized.

  You have a crush on your best friend.

  Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.

  You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
 
  “How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”

  She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”

  You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”

  She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”

  You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”

  Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.

  “Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.

  You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”

  He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”

  “What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.

  Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.

  “I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”

  You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.

  That thought just makes your stomach burn.

  School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-

  “Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.

  You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”

  “You’re hiding something.”

  “What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.

  “You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”

  You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.

  “Peter, okay? He happened.”

  Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”

  You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”

  Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”

  You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.

  Or take a shower.

  Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.

  You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
 
  You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.

  “Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.

  He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”

  You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”

  He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”

  You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.

  “Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”

  He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”

You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

  He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.

  “I need you to take your suit off.”

  “T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.

  Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”

  He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.

  You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.

  He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”

  You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.

  Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

  “Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.

  “Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”

  You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.

  He’s reading your notebook.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.

  “I, uh…oops?”

  You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”

  “Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”

  You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”

  “How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you.
You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”

  He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.

  “Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“

  He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”

  You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”

  He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.

  You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”

  He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”

  A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“

  You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.

  “In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.

  “Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.


  “…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”

And suddenly there were 400

Seriously though, it was like three days ago tops when I announced 300. I swear you’re just trying to squeeze celebratory fics out of me … 


“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Stiles shouts in exasperation, running his hands through already messy hair. They had been at it for at least twenty minutes now, arguing because Derek didn’t want to go to Lydia’s engagement party. He didn’t want to, knowing Lydia would be inviting everyone and their mother who had anything to do with her and Parrish. It would be too many people, too much noise and he simply didn’t want to if she was going to hold a pack-only version the week after. Stiles said he should go out of duty as her Alpha. 

“No, you just won’t let it go,” Derek growls, fists clenched in his lap so his claws don’t rip up the couch again. Although, last time, it was under much more fun circumstances.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to argue. It ranged from small skirmishes that end in mumbled apologies to bigger blow outs that ended in mutually satisfying hate sex that Stiles seemed to enjoy enough to start shit for (and Derek plays along because he loves his boyfriend and absolutely not because he likes it, too). The fights could rarely be called fights because it just was never really that heated.

Derek’s nose wanted to shrivel up and die with the anger Stiles’ scent was boiling in and his wolf howled with such an unhappy mate. Even as his human mind wanted to throw something at a wall with how angry he was, his wolf prowled in distress and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or reassuring.

“News flash, buddy, you can’t be a hermit,” Stiles spits and Derek growl increases in volume in response. He may grumble about ‘big guy’ and snap his teeth as Stiles giggles about ‘sourwolf’, but he absolutely despised ‘buddy’. It only ever came out when Stiles was pissed and his sarcasm grew teeth that he intended to shred whoever his opponent was.

“I’m not a hermit, I go out. We go out,” Derek snaps back, eyes tracking as Stiles paces in front of where he sits on the couch. The line of his shoulders is stiff and the soft skin of his cheeks is blotched red.

“Yes, thank you, you’re dating me, but that doesn’t count as social interaction.”

“Why not?”

“Because! You need more people in your life besides me and the pack! You can’t have just me forever!” Stiles shouts, throwing his arms up obviously trying to dispel the anger that seems to build in his joints when he gets worked up. Derek just scoffs as he gets up and retreats to their kitchen.

He stops right there, even as Stiles continues his angry rant in the other room behind him. He pauses in the middle of their kitchen with the backsplash Stiles chose after weeks of debating it over and the cabinets Derek bled over while he installed them (staple guns were dangerous, damnit). Down the hall was a movie room that Stiles insisted on because pack movie nights were always going to be a thing. Upstairs and to the left was the master bedroom where their scents were so soaked into the very frame work, there was no way to tear apart Derek’s from Stiles’. This was their home, their pack, their life.

Derek turned around, eyes wide but unflinching as he walked back to where Stiles was still ranting and pacing. He’s still seething, and Derek can relate. He still wants to throw Stiles onto the couch and pin him there in full shift for a week until Lydia’s party has past. Instead he stops a few feet away and opens his mouth.

“Marry me.” Stiles stumbles where he’s wearing a divot into the carpet, dropping off mid-sentence to turn his head and stare open mouthed.

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NurseyWeek Prompt #1 - Silence/Mistake. Um, kind of. Got a bit off track.          ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Dex tromps into the Haus, slamming the door shut and tossing his bag haphazardly on the floor, kicking it out of the way as he passes. He’s scowling, which, frankly, isn’t that unusual, but his expression has an edge of something that tugs at Derek. Dex doesn’t even spare him a glance as he flops down at the other end of the couch with an exasperated growl, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Silence fills the space between them for a moment.

“So, how was your day?” Derek asks.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, mine was good, too.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Derek scans the defeated slope of Dex’s body as it’s sprawled over the couch, frowning to himself. Huh. He drops the fake cheer from his voice and puts his notebook down on the end table behind him.

“Dex, hey. What happened?” he asks, voice softer now, quiet even in the relative silence of the Haus mid-day. Dex cracks one amber eye open and gives him a look, squinting semi-suspiciously at him. Derek waits him out, tilting his head and trying to look open for conversation.

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Say that again; H.S.

“So how did your date turn out the other night?” Harry appears into my side view, still buttoning up his crisp, ironed-by-me chemise as he walks to stop beside me. I turn on my heel, bumping my hip into the marble countertop as I let a humourless chuckle flow past my lips.

“Disastrous. Catastrophic. I-never-ran-so-fast-in-my-life-short.” I laugh loudly, handing Harry the utensils for his dinner in a few hours. I pull on his shirt near his shoulder to straighten it before I lightly push at Harry’s chest to get him up and going – there wasn’t much time left.

“Couldn’t be that bad,” Harry starts off but pauses ever-so-subtle, “or can it?” he disappears from my view – hopefully to his large dinner table in his living room – elevating his voice so we could continue our conversation.

“Believe me. It really can be. Not that you ever experienced a hell like that.” Again, a chuckle passes my lips while I shake my head. A friend of Harry’s had set me up on this date and the male in question wasn’t that horrible, but our mind sets were so different I don’t think that could have ever worked out. I cut the date short after a comment that resembled ‘all women belong in the kitchen’ and sent the lad on his way.

“As if girls throwing them at my feet is something that’s so thrilling. Can’t even have a proper conversation like that. They only have one thing on their mind.” Harry appears back into my view to grab a few napkins on the edge of the table, already turning on his heel again.

“Not to start anything – but uh – you sound like a woman. All men are the same kinda shit? But reversed.” I stop my motions as an amused grin crawls onto my features, dropping the dessert spoons back on the marble and discarding them all together.

“I’m offended. You’re implying that I whine. I don’t whine, I complain that I can’t get laid.” Harry’s voice is still humorous as he ducks beside me to grab the dessert spoons off of the table, bumping his hip with mine to get me out of the way. “I still need glasses.”

“Harry come on, if you wanted loose sex, you’d have it in an instant.” I ignore his comment about the glasses but turn for the cabinet either way. Harry wasn’t someone you could just approach like you’d do while out clubbing, but that didn’t mean the boy couldn’t get lucky from time to time.

“I couldn’t even fix myself a proper date? Let alone find myself a one night stand. They don’t see me like that.” Harry mopes somewhere on the premises of his loft, but nowhere in my line of sight. I visibly roll my eyes – although he obviously can’t see that – all the while a scoff leaves my lips.

“Ah come on, Styles. You’re fuckable. Don’t complain.” I discard his nonsense almost directly. Sometimes I wonder if Harry realized how attractive he even was. He could come off as strong and confident but he was just as insecure as the rest of us – maybe even more than the rest of us.

“What did you just say?” Harry’s voice lowered, his movements stilling as his whole body turned in my direction. “I – never mind.” I mumble, feeling a blush creep onto my features from Harry’s intense stare. The confidence I had once possessed around had completely drained because of his whole aura, the demanding stare accompanied by that lopsided smirk of his.

“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up to me, a smile beginning to grow on his lips.

“You’re – well. Desirable. You damn well know that H.” I groan, not quite sure why he suddenly desired a confirmation of his good looks – let alone from me. I’m not sure how long it takes for any sound to pass between us. Harry had always been someone for a dramatic pause now and then.

“I didn’t know you thought about me that way, Y/n.” Harry’s smirk continues to grow as he discards the cutlery completely, slowly trailing towards his open kitchen, where I’m still gathering other utensils needed for Harry’s family dinner.

“I didn’t say I did. I was stating a well-known fact.” I awkwardly throw back at him, trying to maintain a grin of my own as I feel the ground underneath my feet heating rapidly.

“You sure?” He toys with me, his eyes twinkling underneath the dim lighting of his kitchen. He twirls around me, collecting the glasses I had gotten out of the cabinet one by one.

“Yeah…” I trail off, wondering to myself if I was indeed sure of my words. I keep my gaze trained on the expensive crystal instead of my best mate fluttering around me as if this wasn’t a conversation we weren’t supposed to have.

“Too bad.” I still in my movements, one of my hands curled around the stem of a wine glass as I balance my whole weight on my tippy toes. I try to speed-rake my mind about what intentions could have been behind those two simple, plain words, but come up rather empty-handed. Well, I was never someone who could rapidly come up with solutions anyway.

“Too – what? Why?” I come out of my trance, landing back onto my feet as I turn around, glass dangling in my hand which Harry happily plucks from between my fingers.

“I’d – I wouldn’t mind.” He winks and within a split second my cheeks are a fire-blazing red and my eyes are as wide as they can possibly get without popping.  

I’m taking one step forward, towards Harry, but refrain from moving any further. I’m not sure if I’m reading his words as I’m supposed to, and I’m not ready to give into my urges if they are misplaced. Harry is a bit more confident than I am and closes the gap between us in just a matter of a few split seconds.

I’m pressed against the counter, my hands covering over Harry’s biceps as his own hands cup my face, keeping me in place. A little noise – what it was supposed to sound as, even I am not completely certain – leaves my lips and causes Harry to push himself even impossibly closer.

His hands wander, his lips staying locked with mine as my own mind seems to click. My hands rest on his firm biceps first, a few moments later letting them flow over his exposed arm towards his toned chest. I’m letting my fingers ghost up on his chest towards his neck when Harry’s hands cup my bum firmly, drawing a moan from my already parted lips.

“How much time do we still have?” Harry breathes against the skin of my neck. He technically forces me to open my eyes, which are immediately cast towards the clock on the far kitchen wall. “If we’re lucky, about forty-five minutes.”

“That’s all I need.” Harry chuckles as his arms snake around my body, hoisting me up into his arms. I just hope we’re not getting an unexpected visit.

Babygirl (feels like heaven)

summary: honestly it’s just porn without a plot

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1786 (oops!)

warnings: smut, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, chris calling you babygirl (aka all of my wet dreams in one fic)

a/n: i regret nothing

Originally posted by insane-angels

A giggle passes your lips as the rugged scruff of Chris’ beard brushes against the flesh of your thigh, the little giggle of God is quickly replaced by the sound of a shameless soft moan tumbling from your blood thirsty red lips. You’re surprised the sanguine colour of your lipstick hasn’t faded yet from all the time your lips have spent pressed against Chris’ soft lips or the naked crevice of his neck. There are a few traces of your earlier activities in the form of a harsh purple bruise starting to form on his neck.

But now Chris’ lips are wrapped around your sensitive clit, his hands roughly pulling your thighs apart to gain better access to your sweet nectar that Chris has become enamoured with. It’s his favourite thing to do: to fall to his knees, coax your legs open and drink up your addictive juices. He groans at your taste falling in love with it all over again; he lets out another groan before sinking his head slightly and attacking you mercilessly with his tongue. You don’t know what to do but what feels most natural is the series of panted high pitched moans that fall from your lips at the ecstasy of Chris’ actions.

Chris’ lips whisper over you as your hands harshly grab his hair pulling him closer to you and allowing him to get a greater taste of you. Your back arches like a cat and your hips jut forward involuntarily into Chris’ warm mouth, a scream of passion tears itself from your throat at the sensation. Chris is closer to you than ever and it feels like heaven.

Your sweet and soft moans are like music to Chris’ ears, a symphony for him and him only. He goes faster, his actions on your clit growing more ravenous with each moan of pleasure that leaves your lips. Soon he has no control, he can’t help himself not with the way you’re bucking your hips into his mouth allowing him to suckle at your bundle of nerves closer than ever. Waves of pleasure take you over as Chris sneaks two fingers down to your entrance, he groans into your pussy at the sound of his fingers hitting the vast wetness as well as how hard you tug at his hair (it’s longer than usual and the noises he makes when you tug and pull at it are positively filthy).

Your tugs at his hair become half-hearted as Chris slips a third finger in your puckered hole causing you to let out a string of whimpers. He’s practically vicious with his actions, his tongue ravaging your clit as he thrusts his three fingers at a speed you can only describe as inhumane. Your legs begin to quiver as he continues his actions and you know the feeling washing over you too well, Chris knows it too and doesn’t hinder his movements but rather only quickens the pace causing whimpers, moans and screams to tumble from your lips. You try to bite your lip to muffle your screams but your efforts are all in vain because a high pitched scream escapes your lips as Chris’ action become too much.

You come heavy and hard (just the way Chris loves), you’re now a panting moaning mess and Chris has to lift his head his eyes locked on you because he loves the blissed look on your face as you come down from your high as much as eating you out. Chris smirks at you as your eyes lock with his before he sinks back down, his head back where it belongs – In between your legs. He licks you clean making you whimper softly as he tastes you in all of your glory.

When he pulls back he looks like a cat who got his cream, you look down at him through hooded eyes as you try to keep to calm down. “You taste delicious babygirl, absolutely sinful,” Chris says as he pulls his fingers from you and licks them clean all whilst maintaining his satisfied grin.

You don’t reply and Chris chuckles darkly. “You got some more in you babygirl?” Chris asks and you nod feverishly wanting nothing more than to get to the part of the evening you love the most. As much as you enjoyed him eating you out, the feeling of him inside of you was the best part.

“I bet you do. You’re a dirty little thing, you know that babygirl?” He says and you nod again a small smile on your lips.

“Only for you.” You reply with a smirk matching that of the one on Chris’ face.

“Good,” Chris replies before rising to his knees tugging on his boxers till his cock springs free from its confines, he pulls his boxers off expertly before discarding both his boxers and his shirt on the floor.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock and before you know it you’re leaning forward licking a broad stripe along the base of Chris’s cock, he groans as sinful as you taste at your actions. This urges you on, taking the tip into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, Chris wants to stop you, to tell you ‘no’ but then your hands are cupping his balls and suddenly the words are stuck in his throat. His hands come down as he threads his fingers through your hair pulling slightly bringing you even closer to his cock and allowing you to devour him just like he devoured you only seconds ago. It’s different with Chris however because soon enough he’s tugging on your hair pulling you off his cock making you pout up at him like a small child.

“No pouting babygirl or I’ll have to turn that pretty ass of yours red.” He says with a devilish smirk that makes you moan softly.

“Please do.” You reply with your own smirk and before you can even register what is happening, Chris has picked you up so that you’re on all fours and his hand is coming down hard on your ass. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t loving every second of it. A loud moan tears itself from your mouth as Chris spanks your ass so hard you’re sure you’ll be left with the imprints of his hands on your ass for at least a week.

“You like that babygirl? I bet you do.” Chris says smirking to himself before his palm hits your ass cheek igniting moans and whimpers from you. He groans at the sight because he loves to mark you more than anything, it doesn’t matter where but as long as you’re wearing his mark or giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life he’s a happy man.

Chris looks at you once more before deciding that he can’t go any longer without being inside of you. He takes his member in hand guiding it into your entrance, you moan at the feeling, the fullness of having inside of you as your walls contract around his pulsing member. Chris groans too loving the way you adjust to him in just a matter of seconds, you turn your head around at look at him and he sends you a wink before he thrusts into you for the first time and it’s as glorious as it always is.

One of his hands reaches up into your hair pulling into a makeshift pony tail whilst the other pins down your wrist behind your back. He drives into you with full force as if he’s a dog in a rut and you’re in heat, you sound you like you are -  the noises leaving your mouth are pure sin (Chris’ favourite). You clutch at the bed sheets in vain not knowing what do with yourself as Chris fucks you with an animalistic need, he groans each time his cock plunges deep within you so hard eliciting screams from you.

“Fuck!” Chris says through gritted teeth finding it increasingly hard to restraining from fucking you into the mattress, with you he found that he lacked self-control one dirty look and he’d have you on all fours fucking you like it was the only thing he knew.

“I need something.” You manage to gasp out between moans.

“I’ll give you anything.” Chris groans out before he drives into you making you practically scream at the feeling.

“Fuck the shit out of me.” Chris laughs wickedly at your words before removing his hands and placing them on your waist with a death grip, more marks he thinks with a smirk that only the devil would possess.

Chris fucks you hard and fast just like you wanted, he’s rutting against you like an animal and he can’t stop until he feels your walls clamp down over his cock and you come around his cock spilling deliciously filthy words as you do. It happens when he pulls you up his chin leaning on your shoulder and one hand on your neck squeezing as he pulls you down onto his cock matching his thrusts. You moan and scream so hard your voice becomes hoarse and all you wanna do is fall back onto the bed but Chris is holding you up fucking you so hard you’re sure you can see stars. Your hand reaches up and slivers around his neck as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear making you shiver at the frigid touch.

“You gonna come babygirl?” Chris whispers in your ear and you nod knowing you can’t trust yourself to speak not with the moans and whimpers that are wrecking your voice as you feel Chris’ balls smack against your ass. He’s so deep and the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good. Let me feel it baby, come all over my cock.” Chris says almost demands and you can’t hold it back anymore, warmth floods your body you swear that you can see a white light. Having Sex with Chris really is like dying and going to Heaven.

He comes just watching you, the sounds and the blissed look on your face are truly intoxicating and before he knows it he’s in the same state as you are. As he comes his lips find yours as he kisses you with the same passion as a blazing fire.

When he pulls back he says barely above a whisper, “God I love you so fucking much babygirl.”

anonymous asked:

First line prompt Ladynoir "So I think Hawkmoth is my friend's dad."

Sorry sorry sorry for being so late. Also there’s not a TON of really shippy stuff in this, but I’m kinda proud of this scene so I hope you like it!


“So I think Hawkmoth is my friend’s dad.”

Chat squawked, nearly falling to his death. He grabbed the nearest metal beam, icy to the touch in the night’s chill, and stared at Ladybug. She looked out over the city, wide blue eyes reflecting the light. Her face was set in shadows, looking like it was carved from stone. She watched the Seine, snaking its way through the center of Paris, shimmering and rippling with a light breeze. Chat shivered and clung tighter to the beam, the breeze amplified to a bitingly cold wind this high up.

“Don’t drop something like that when I’m perched precariously on top of the Eiffel Tower, Ladybug,” he gasped. “You don’t want me to fall and turn into one of those cats with the squashed faces, do you?” As an attempt at humor, it was weak, and he knew it. It was little more than a reflex, a way to react when he had no idea what else to say or do. The set of shadows across Ladybug’s face did not change, so he gathered his wits and gave a real response. “My Lady, if you know who it is, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?”

“I don’t know if it can be that simple,” she said. Chat frowned at her, concerned.

Their patrol tonight had gone by unusually quiet. He was always the more talkative of the two, but tonight his lady had been silent as the grave. He was prepared to go home as soon as they confirmed there were no akumas that night, wondering if he had done something wrong, but just as he was about to leave she had laid a hand on his arm and asked him to talk. They always came to the Eiffel Tower to talk. Perched high as they were, with the stairs and elevators closed to tourists for the night, they could watch the city and talk, certain they were out of earshot from any curious civilians. It had taken Ladybug almost half an hour of quiet in the cold night air to finally speak up.

“What’s complicated about it?” he asked, trying to make his voice gentle. Ladybug’s fingers curled around the beam underneath her.

“Well, first of all– he’s not an akuma, Chat, he’s… He has a miraculous. He’s like us. That means that he’s choosing to transform, choosing to do these things. He’s a real criminal, not just someone who’s been brainwashed. So we… After we take his miraculous away, do we turn him into the police?” Chat ran a finger over his ring, considering.

“I’d say we make it public to the media. We don’t have the authority to arrest anyone, but if we unmask him, or get him to confess who he is, then the actual legal authorities can make whatever decisions they need to from there.” She jerked her head, nodding slightly.

“But…”

“But?”

“His… His son,” she said. Her words were choked, constrained. Chat resisted the urge to put his hand over hers in comfort. She’d probably think he was just flirting and this would devolve into an argument. “My friend. I don’t know if I can do this to him.” She took a deep, shuddering breath, and turned to look at him for the first time that night. “It isn’t fair, Chat. This will hurt him so badly, I know it will. How can I…” She trailed off, shaking her head. She turned to look back at the Seine. As the city lights flashed across her face, Chat realized with a horrified start that there were tears on her face. He reached out, somewhat against his better judgement, and very lightly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“My… Ladybug,” he said. “Even if it hurts him, your friend deserves to know the truth.” He hesitated. “Although I may have been wrong about announcing it to the media. I know a little bit about what happens to kids when their parents are the focus of media attention. Maybe we should just take it to the authorities instead.”

“It’ll be a media scandal no matter what,” Ladybug said. Her voice was brittle, her eyes fixed on a bateau mouche sliding down the river. There was an undercurrent of anger in her voice that made Chat still, his hand unmoving where it rested on her shoulder. “I’m furious with him, you know. Hawk Moth. For everything he’s done to Paris, that’s all bad enough, but especially for everything he’s done to A– to my friend.” She shook her head, another tear sliding over her mask. “I know we don’t have a choice. I know that we have to stop him. But my friend doesn’t deserve anything that’s about to happen to him, and I don’t know how to help him or how to stop it.” Chat hesitated, and then carefully scooted closer, until their thighs pressed together, suits rubbing against one another, and moved his hand off Ladybug’s shoulder to rub circles across her back. He moved carefully, slowly, telegraphing his intention so she could pull away if she wanted to, dredging up vague memories of the kind of physical affection his mother used to give him.

He’d hugged her, once, after she’d quite literally leaped into the jaws of death in the form of a giant t-rex and somehow survived. It had been instinctual, practically: he hadn’t thought about doing it at all. The only thing he’d known, consciously, was the sight of her safe and sound sent through him relief so entire and overwhelming that he thought he was going to come apart at the seams. He’d hugged her out of a desperate desire to communicate whatever small piece of that he could to her. He’d hugged her because he needed to feel her safe and whole and alive more than he needed to breathe.

Chloe tried to hug and kiss him regularly, but he kept his distance as much as possible because whatever she thought was happening between them he didn’t want to encourage.

His mother used to hug him, and cradle him and kiss him, and rock him to sleep at night.

Since his mother had left, he could count on one hand the number of times his father had hugged him, all of them uncomfortable and the last one eclipsed in his mind by terrifying conversation about his ring.

Other than that, there were fist bumps and high fives and handshakes, Nino’s arm slung briefly across his shoulder, the airbrush touch of cheeks when greeting someone with a kiss. Adrien didn’t know what to do with physical affection, didn’t know how to ensure his touch would not be misinterpreted. The only thing he did know was that he needed to reassure his Lady, to tell her, somehow, that her chaton was here and he was going to support her, and he wasn’t certain that words were going to be enough.

He was so startled when she turned her face into his shoulder and sobbed that he almost flinched away. He caught himself in time, however, and reached his arm across her back to wrap around her opposite shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“Okay, shhh, shhh, it’s alright, my Lady, it’s going to be alright. Shhh.” She shuddered against him, an arm reaching up to clutch at him. Wails tore their way out of her despite her attempts to steady her breathing.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t — I should be able to pull it together, I’m sorry, Chat, I—”

“You have nothing at all to apologize for,” he murmured. He turned his head and very lightly kissed her hair, afraid he was crossing a line, but she just pressed her cheek against his collarbone, one hand trying to swipe away her tears.

“Who do I even tell first?” she asked. “Do I tell my friend, do I warn him? Or is that dangerous? What if he tries to do something on his own? Should I just go to the authorities? And would I tell my friend as Ladybug, or as… me?” Chat pursed his lips, considering.

“Do you trust me, Ladybug?” he asked. She finally sat up, eyes puffy and red.

“More than anyone,” she said.

“Then tell me who you think it is,” he said gently. “And we’ll figure out whatever comes next together, okay?” She nodded, sniffling.

“Right. Right. Of course,” she said, a chuckle bubbling through the tears. “I’m sorry, chaton.” Chat shook his head.

“Like I said, you have nothing to apologize for.” Somehow, their hands found each other. Chat wasn’t sure who grabbed hold first, but they pressed together tightly. Ladybug took a deep breath.

“I think,” she said, “I think that Hawk Moth is Gabriel Agreste.”

The world disappeared from under him and he fell through darkness.

[Please do not send me prompts at the moment, I am working through old ones]