i just thought i should make this because he's perfect and this seems like something that i could use as an everyday saying

Muse || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!

Warning - none. 

A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that. 

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Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.

She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not. 

But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.

That person was Peter Parker. 

The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts. 

She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled. 

But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much. 

She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t. 

She loved that drawing, she was proud of it. 

Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter. 

In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius. 

She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse. 

She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her. 

She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.

She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them. 

She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it. 

She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep. 

She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought. 

A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration. 

He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain. 

The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms. 

As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her. 

Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors. 

Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered. 

“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms. 

He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.

He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask. 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.

“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth. 

Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red. 

Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed. 

“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it. 

A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.

“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.

“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles. 

“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red. 

“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.

“Great.”

They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting. 

He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”

She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”

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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. <3 

I’m sorry about them…| Richie x Reader

Originally posted by edsgazebos

Request: Hi! Can you do a Richiexreader imagine where he has a crush on you and the others tease him about it and Beverly invites you to the lake and he’s very nervous and the others keep teasing him there so much it makes the reader confused and uncomfortable so she goes but Richie goes after her and tells her the truth? Thanks! I love your imagines!

Author’s Note: @pondjessicaamelia yeah i’m so sorry this came out so late. School is my main priority because I have two very important exams so yeah.. hope you’ll like it tho 💓


“ and the Trashmouth Tozier is speechless yet again.” Stan says with a slight smirk on his face, and then glancing at Y/N and rolling his eyes.
“ I thought you’d be o-over Y/N for n-now. And if you s-start th-the she’s hot argument again I’ll fucking p-punch you in the face.” Bill said sighing. He didn’t know what to think. They all loved to tease Richie because an opportunity like them at can’t be ignored, but his crush on you was becoming bigger and bigger , and it had never happened to him before. Bill shrugged and said it will pass, joining the others in teasing poor Richie.
He looked through his glasses at you again. No matter how much he stared, he still found something new to love about you everyday. As he was daydreaming, he didn’t watch where he was looking and bumped into Beverly Marsh herself.
“ Molly Ringwald Jr, lovely to see you.” Richie said not even looking at her.
Beverly scoffed.
“ you might as well take a picture of her and stare at it. It’s the same thing. But don’t forget she’s my best friend. If somehow , she likes you back..” she said in a lower voice,
“ yeah sure” Richie mumbled under his breath.
“ which I don’t know if she does… I’ll break your neck if you hurt her.” She said smiling sweetly at him. “ see you at the Quarry!” she waved goodbye at him. Richie just pushed her playfully and went to find the boys to go to the Arcade a bit, meanwhile Beverly waited for Richie to leave so she could speak to Y/N.
“ Beverly, hi!” she said smiling at her best friend. “ anything new?” She asked.
“ yes actually. We’re going to the Quarry with the boys in… half an hour. So get ready. If you won’t come you’ll suffer the consequences…” Bev said smirking at her best friend and then waking away really fast.
“ Wait! Will..” Y/N said shouting after her , and then lowering your voice. “ will Richie be there?” she asked herself quietly.

———————————————

At the Quarry, the boys were silent, waiting for someone to jump until from behind, there were two voices—more specific two girls’ voices. Y/N and Beverly ran past the boys while they held hands and dived into the lake, leaving the boys in shock. Richie yelled a loud “ What the fuck” being completely mesmerized and surprised at the same time, and jumping into the lake.
After an hour or two of fun and games in the lake, the kids stood at the top of the cliff again, to dry themselves, all the eyes being on the two girls. Since the boys decided that this was a perfect moment to tease Richie, they decided to do it in silence, so that Y/N wouldn’t hear.
“ T-taking it all in?” Billy said smiling jokingly at his friend.
“ oh shut up dumbass” Richie said loudly, earning a glance from you.
Both Stan and Eddie smirked at Richie. “ someone is being noticed. Richie and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” they sang, maybe a bit too loud, making Y/N blush and Richie throw some book at them.
The boys continued teasing him for a long time , or so it seemed to Y/N.
“ man you should really take a picture.”
“ you’re such a pussy, tell her already!”
“ Richie you’re the biggest loser in here to be honest.”
“ wait, so you actually like her for her personality? You acknowledged her personality?”
“ wow”
Richie was a blushing mess, and he was telling all of them to be quiet but they wouldn’t shut up.
Y/N was confused. What the fuck was happening? Were they talking about her? Were they making fun of her? Did they know she liked Richie? Did Richie make fun of her? She decided that she better get up , so she won’t snap.
“ I.. I better get going.” She said , glancing at the boys but then quickly looking another way as she threw her clothes on.
Beverly didn’t stop her from walking through the woods, because she came with Beverly’s bike. From behind she heard rain screams.
“ Y/N! Y/N! Wait!” Richie shouted running after her.
She stopped looking at him, as he was heavily breathing.
“ I am so..” he breathed ,“ sorry” he said letting out another sigh,” If we made you uncomfortable. I mean the boys.” he said looking at her.
You shook your head. “ It’s fine Richie. I’m fine. I need to go..” you said abiding his gaze.
“ no it’s not! You’re mad and it’s because of us. We, I mean the boys…” he shrugged.
“ ok, you know what? Fuck this!” he said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her.
“Ikindoflikeyousoifyoudontlikemeimsorryandididntmeantomakeyoufeellikeshit” he breathed out.
Y/N let out a chuckle. “ maybe a bit slower please?” She smiled cheekily at him.
“ I like you. I know there’s no way you’d like me so sorry for being a bother and things and ugh.. I’m rambling. I am so sor—“
He was cut off by Y/N kissing him.
“ I like you too. A lot. Have been for a long time Tozier.”
“ that’s.. that’s fucking great. Hell yes!” he screamed happily, and you laughed at his behavior.
“ I think we should go back…” She said.
“ yeah , we should” he said taking her hand in his.
Their hearts were beating fast and their cheeks were a light shade of pink, but at least they had each other now.

Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

Imagine working in a bookstore and Tom Hiddleston coming every day for books. Unknown to you is that he’s more interested to you than the books and proves it to you by flirting and giving you his number.

“Can I- can I help you?” you asked a little shyly, doubting he even heard you but at the moment you were the only one that could help him in case he was looking for a book.

All of your coworkers were either on vacation, it was their day off or simply their shift was over. You always loved staying at the book store for a little longer, the peace and quiet atmosphere along with the company of so many books, with less customers, especially when there were people like him that would come.

“Huh?” he looked up from yet another book and peaked at you, a charming smile forming on his lips “Oh, yeah I was actually looking for a book good enough but I have not had much luck.” he confessed with an adorable laugh.

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 5

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

A few weeks had passed since the almost incident at Bill’s house and neither of us had mentioned it, it was like it had been completely forgotten about or both of us were just too nervous to bring it up.

Work had been pretty hectic but we both still made time for each other, infact there wasn’t a night that we weren’t together. We were still being intimate with each other, that definitely hadn’t stopped.

The sly encounters in Bill’s trailer, or me waking up to him beneath my sheets, working magic with his mouth. Life was better than ever and I didn’t regret this deal one bit, even if the almost kiss was playing on my mind.

I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was more than just a friendly kiss, or the type we share when Bill has me on his kitchen counter and his literally pounding away for dear life.

We were currently out for dinner, savouring our only day off of the week. Bill had driven out to Beverly Hills and made reservations at a nice restaurant, nothing fancy though, neither of us liked anything like that.

We had a cosy little table at the back of the restaurant, a booth with red leather seats that were an absolute dream to sit on.

“Kevin says we only have one more scene to touch on and then it’s a wrap.” Bill grinned, glancing at me over his menu.

“Yeah, he mentioned it to me. I can’t lie, I’m pretty excited to leave him behind.” I chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief at having some time off before someone else was asking me to work on their set.

“Time seems to be flying by, November’s coming.” Bill motioned to the scenery outside, there were a few trees that were shedding their orange leaves and the sky was getting darker at the year progressed before us.

“You mean, Christmas is coming. Speaking of Christmas, you heading to Sweden this year?” I asked, the question had been playing on my mind for a few days now.

“Nope.” He smiled, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

“Bill.. all your family is over there. You need to spend Christmas with them, it’s not right.”

“Yeah, and your here. I’m not leaving you alone at Christmas, it’s not like your waste of space family are gonna be knocking at the door bearing gifts galore. And correction, Alexander and Gustaf are over here for Christmas.” He retorted, closing his menu and causing me to let out a sigh.

I knew I wasn’t going to talk him out of staying and truthfully, I wanted him here. Last year he was in Sweden for four days over Christmas and it absolutely sucked not seeing him, even though he flew back over on boxing day and surprised me with festive flowers and a beautiful necklace from Tiffanys.

I was just about to thank him for his generosity and kindness when the waiter came over to take our orders.

“What can I get for you both?” He asked, his accent thick and I guessed he was probably from Italy.

“Just the pasta arrabiata, please.” I replied, handing him my menu as Bill did the same.

“And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have the same, thank you.”

The waiter left us alone in silence, informing us there would be a short wait for our food.

“So… wanna sneak out back?” Bill suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You’ve got no chance.” I retorted, taking a sip of water that had been filled when we were seated.

“It was worth a try, maybe later.” He shrugged, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Do you ever regret starting this?” I blurted out, motioning between us.

“Not at all, it’s been great fun and I think it’s actually made us closer, weirdly enough.”

“I guess you’re right.” I smiled, poking at his hand.

Bill had a quick reaction and grabbed my hand in return and I admit it startled me for a moment, it also confused me when he didn’t let my hand go, he merely laced our fingers together like it was nothing.

It didn’t feel wrong at all, I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, it was my absolute favourite when we were being intimate.

His skin was incredibly soft, so perfect and so comforting.

Everything about Bill was comforting to me including his smell, the sound of his voice and even the small scar that lay on his cheek.

It was no secret that my life had been a shit storm these last few years, but becoming best friends with Bill had made me forget all that, he’d given me a purpose, a reason to strive.

I could feel his gaze on me and I watched his jaw tense, almost like he was about to say something but withheld from doing so.

I frowned, but once again as I was about to question him, the waiter delivered our food to the table, making us pull our hands back from each other.

Bill thanked the waiter and we both began eating, I picked at the food on my plate, suddenly finding myself without an appetite.

I pushed the food around my plate, not particularly aware of my surrounding anymore, only my thoughts.

“You okay?” He asked, finishing a bite of his pasta.

“Yeah, just tired.” I smiled weakly, putting my fork down, the thought of eating made me slightly nauseous with everything that was swirling around in my head.

“Mmm…” Bill’s eyes narrowed and I should have known better than to lie, he knew me better than I knew myself.

“Don’t start.” I begged, knowing that I was about to be the recipient of his twenty questions.

“Fine… for now.” He replied, taking one last bite of his food and wiping his mouth.

He didn’t mention anything more on the matter, even after we’d left the restaurant and were back in his car.

“Can I take you somewhere? I’m not ready for the night to be over.” He wondered, and I just shrugged.

“Sure, but where?” I questioned in return, only to be met with a devious smile.

“You’ll see.” was all he replied as he started the engine, turning out of the parking space he was in.

The journey was filled with the sound of the stereo. we only made small conversation.

We passed a few destinations, but not one of them was where he stopped.

Around half an hour later we were descending up a steep road, with tall oak trees on either side.

“Where are we?” I questioned, slightly anxious as to where he was taking me as it had gotten dark within the time of our journey.

“You’ll see.” He repeated, shooting me a look.

I rolled my eyes and slumped back into my seat, fiddling with the seat belt.

I was intensely distracted by looking into my lap and messing with the material of the seat belt, that I didn’t even notice we’d stopped moving and that Bill had pulled up.

I frowned at him before he nodded his head to the direction of the windscreen and I turned to face out of the glass.

What met my eyes astounded me, it was incredible.

We were parked ontop of a tall hilltop, staring out over the city, where lights illuminated the sky and revealed the stars to us.

I couldn’t help but basically throw my seat belt off and jump out of the car, closing the door behind me with a dull thud.

I walked round the front of the car and looked up, searching the stars for an answer to my problems.

“Sit.” Bill ordered from where he’d followed me out of the vehicle and perched onto his bonnet, patting the space next to me.

I complied and took a seat, leaning into his side.

We sat in silence for awhile, just taking it all in.

I didn’t want to ask how he knew this place  because I already had a pretty good idea and I had no interest in thinking about any other girls he’d bought here, but I knew this time with myself held a different purpose.

The view from the hilltop was incredible, the stars were bright and the dark sky was clear.

I was in awe but I still couldn’t focus on the scenery fully, I was too invested in my thoughts.

“You seem distracted.” Bill commented, hopping down from the bonnet, pushing my legs apart and standing between them with his hands on my waist.

I let out a sharp laugh and it was followed by a sigh, I placed my hands over his.

I knew he was searching me for answers but part of me wanted to withhold my feelings, like they were my darkest secrets.

“I’ve got alot on my mind, I guess.” I managed to reply, meeting his curious stare.

“Like what?”

I shook my head and let out a deep breath.

“This thing we have going on…” I murmured, motioning between us.

“What about it?” He pressed, frowning.

“It just doesn’t feel like friends with benefits anymore, it feels like friends with feelings.” I confessed and I heard him take an intake of air before he answered me.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s an unplanned thing, Bill. When we started this I told you it’d get weird, and it has. That night at your place, when were having pizza… it was confusing.”

“Mya, are you trying to tell me that you have feelings for me?” He inquired, not letting his eyes leave mine.

There was a pause.

“I think so.” I finally admitted, not only to Bill, but to myself too.

“You need to stop being so afraid of your feelings, you might shock yourself if you gave them a chance.”

“It’s not that simple, Bill. I told you that I couldn’t lose you, you’re practically my whole world and I’m not ready to let go of that. It’s fucking terrifying to me, the thought of waking up everyday without you lying next to me or without a stupid message you’ve sent me.” I asserted, dropping my hands from his and into my lap, pulling on the edge of my smock dress that lay on top of my tights.

“And what if you didn’t have to lose me? What if in fact you had all of me… and I had all of you? What if I completely fancied the pants off you and wanted you to be mine?” He questioned, taking my breath away and make my brow furrow.

I was speechless, he’d left me without any words.

His hands tightened on my waist and he pulled me closer to him and I couldn’t help but drink in his warmth, my biker jacket not quite shielding me from the cold breeze.

“You know, I think your car is abit expensive to be sat on and not in.” I spoke,  motioning to the black vehicle beneath me.

“Your car cost way more than mine, and don’t change the subject.” He demanded, referring to my Audi Q3.

“Bill… I really can’t talk about this now, it’s too difficult and to be quite frank, it messes with my head.” I professed.

Bill let out a groan.

“Fine, if that’s what you want then I won’t push it. But I promise you that I won’t drop this, we’ll have to talk about it sooner or later.” He shrugged, moving his hands under my thighs and lifting me up, causing me to let out a squeal.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist also hooking my arms around his neck, feeling the back of his hair with my fingers.

“Please don’t keep anything from me again.” He begged, looking up at me with an expression that almost broke my heart.

“I promise, and I swear we’ll talk about things soon, just not yet.” I replied, resting my forehead against his.

A heap of truth had been spilled out into the night and I was scared shitless for when the time came that we had to talk about it.

I was still processing the fact that Bill had basically just admitted that he liked me and it seemed like I never was going to believe it.

That night, once we’d gotten back to Bill’s place after our detour to the top of the hill, we laid in bed together in only our underwear.

We were facing each other, lay on our sides. One of Bill’s hands was lay on my thigh under the sheets and my head rested on his other arm that was under me.

I stroked at his smooth jaw, feeling it clench underneath my touch.

“I meant everything I said to you tonight.” He said softly, tickling the skin on my thighs, trailing down to the back of my knee where he pulled me closer, like he couldn’t get enough.

I nodded and bit my lip, running two fingers over his perfect pout.

“I believe you.”


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itsagentromanoff  asked:

"Actually i just miss you" Steve to Tony who is dating Quill

Tony is pretty nervous. He knew that this was a pretty stupid idea. But now here he is, surrounded by the Avengers. Well… are they even the avengers anymore?

“Stark.”

Clint is the first one who speaks up. He looks angry already and has his hand over his bow. Tony gulps. Okay he could do this.

It was just like another press conference right? Fake it, till you make it. He could do this.

“Katniss. Fancy seeing you here. How is the family?” Tony knows it’s unfair. But when was the last time someone was being fair to him?

“Shut up or i’ll make you.” Clint answers and this time he takes an arrow out of his quiver. It’s a bow that can explode. Tony knows this, because he made it a long time ago.

“What do you want here?” Sam asks and he is the only one, who doesn’t look like he wants to kill Tony. It’s a nice change.

“I have some news for you and i thought i would deliver them personally.” Tony says and he searches in his pockets for his sunglasses. They are a bright blue today and Tony feels immediately better when he puts them on.

“News?” Natasha asks and she sounds a bit unsure. Huh. That’s a new one.

“Yeah you know things were pretty bad in New York the last year. I mean not that you would know being here on holidays or something.” Tony answers and he grins, when he spreads his arms and spins around once.

“Is this a joke to you? We are prisoners!” Clint seems very angry and Tony snorts.

“Prisoners? I don’t see a cell or is T'Challa serving you just bread and water? Because i had a nice dinner with him yesterday and let me tell you, it was delicious.” Tony grins and before anyone answers that, the door opens again.

“Tony!” It’s Steve who comes in and he looks so relieved. Tony groans a bit. Shit he had thought Steve would be longer away and watching his ice prince sleep.

“Have to stop you right there.” Tony says and he holds up a hand. Steve stops and frowns.

“Obviously it’s Mr. Stark for all of you. But i’m not here so introduce myself. Again. I wanted to say that you are free.” Tony says and he snaps with his fingers.

Friday brings up the contracts and Tony lets them read it for a moment. It
is true. He paid a lot of money and even more blood to get them out of the field of fire. But it’s done.

They all could come back, when they would sign the new accords and be free. Even Wanda.

“Really?” Scott asks and he looks so relieved. Tony doesn’t know him, but he found out that he had a daughter. He hopes he uses his second chance for her.

“Really. So anyway. Even the ice prince down under is free. You just have to give him that.” Tony takes out a little memory stick and throws it in the direction of Steve.

Steve catches it clumsily and still gasps at Tony.

“It deletes the words in his brain or whatever. So use it and then send him up to T'Challa for a few tests. If the kitty cat gives his okay, he will be free.” Tony nods to himself and then turns around. His work here is done.

Ironically enough he is the one that feels free now.

“Tony wait!” Steve says when Tony is already at the door. Tony sighs loudly. Didn’t he just tell them, that it’s Mr. Stark? God how annoying.

The other Avengers or whatever they are now, are ignoring them and are still looking at their contracts.

“Thank you! I can’t thank you enough!” Steve says and he smiles goofily at Tony. Normally Tony would forgive him anything for that smile. But not anymore. Tony is so relived that his heart rate doesn’t react to Steves smile anymore.

“Yeah yeah. I know.” Tony says and orders Friday to get his suit. He wants to leave now. Because at home there is somebody who lets his heart rate explode.

“We will see you home then?” Steve asks and Tony stops in his movements.

“Pardon?” Tony asks, because is Rogers serious now. Tony doesn’t even have their rooms anymore. He needed them for his new family. His real family.

“Your Tower?” Steve sounds a bit unsure at that.

“Oh you mean to get your stuff. Don’t worry! I gave all your things to SHIELD already. It’s nicely packed in some cartons. I even wrote down, what you will find in them!” Tony says and he grins widely again. It’s a fake smile.

But Steve wouldn’t know the difference. Never did.

“I… don’t understand?” Steve tries and Tony takes his sunglasses off. He rubs over the bridge of his nose. God. He is getting a headache.

“Look. Your rooms are occupied. I have a new team and…family.” Tony stutters a bit at the end and he blinks a few times.

“Oh.” Steve says and he looks down. It looks a bit heartbroken like that. But Tonys own heart will never be fully fixed thanks to Rogers.

“Yeah. So you and your friends should start with finding a new … home and oh. You should also start to look for a job our anything. I mean the rents are high in New York.” Tony winks at Steve and turns around.

Damn. He wants to go home immediately.

“Tony!” Steve tries again and Tony sighs more loudly at that. Maybe he whines a bit, too.

“What?” Tony asks back.

Actually i just miss you.” Steve says and this time when Tony blinks a few times, he tries to hold back his tears.

“You had your chance.” Tony whispers and he means it. He was in love with Steve. But… it’s in the past. He had never known that he deserved more than Steves love. But he does.

He always thought nobody could love him more then Steve. Capain America. But Peter does. Peter doesn’t get annoyed when he works on his projects another night. He doesn’t get angry when Tony babbles so often from his new ideas and he tells Tony everyday how much he loves him.

Peter….Peter is just perfect. And Tony wouldnt change anything about his boyfriend. He even loves it, when Peter snores. Which means something.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.” Tony says and without looking back at Steve or the others, he leaves.

Nobody tries to stop him and Tony is thankful for that. For the first time in months he feels like he can breath properly again. The suit is already waiting for him, so Tony hops down the stairs.

Before he reaches the suit, he hears another voice.

“Starlight!”

Tony turns around and grins. What is Peter doing here? But before Tony can say anything Peter is already at his side and kisses him. Tony giggles into the kiss and Peter laughs, too.

“You idiot! What are you doing here?!” Tony asks, when he can breath again and Peter smiles.

“Missed you too much. And i thought i showed them, what they are missing. They are all at the window.” Peter says and Tony frowns at that. But Peter just dips Tony and kisses him again. More intense now. Tony whimpers.

He knows all the Avenger can see him. But he doesn’t care. He just kisses his boyfriend again. And again. And again.

Taken [Chapter 10]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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boyfriend! park woojin

how the shy, nerdy loser, park woojin would confess

school! au


  • park woojin is such a nerd lmao
  • everyone knows that he’s hella smart, got straight a’s, 5.0 gpa
  • if you’re tryna pass a class, you best be sitting next to him
  • but nobody actually knows him personally
  • he doesn’t really talk much to other students but has a semi-friend lee daehwi
  • you had woojin in science class
  • and tbh you didn’t know shit
  • you started off the class with an f after you failed your first quiz
  • and things just never got better gg
  • but you started realizing that the semester was ending, and you were about to take a fat ass L
  • your teacher called you in after class, and told you straight up that you were about to fail his class, and you needed to get your shit together
  • “hmmm if you’re really struggling with this material, i suggest asking park woojin to help you”
  • and you just want to kys because you’re not tryna fail and retake this class
  • but woojin kind of scared you lol
  • he’s so perfect and smart and low key intimidating even if you’ve known him since middle school
  • you’ve never really held an actual conversation with him after all those years of being in the same class
  • so you walk home thinking of different ways to end your life cheat on the final actually understand the material
  • you drop into the nearest convenience store by your house to pick up some food to motivate you to study, and you accidentally run into woojin
  • he mutters a quick “sorry” before walking out, but you turn around and grab his sleeve 
  • “wait can you pretty please tutor me in science?”
  • and you just give him an embarrassed laugh
  • surprisingly he says yes!!
  • he’s really shy and super confused bc he’s known you for so long but he never thought that you actually knew he existed??
  • and he was also super flustered at seeing you since he thought you were really cute and may or may not have crushed on you for 4 years,,
  • so you exchange kkt’s and meet up at the library after school everyday 
  • sometimes you buy him drinks and sometimes he’ll buy you chips
  • “woah how’d you know honey butter chips are my favorite??”
  • obviously bc he’s been low key stalking you 
  • anyways.. he reteaches you all the key concepts that you should know for the final 
  • and you swear the teacher has never gone over this in class but maybe you were asleep
  • you guys hit it off so well??
  • and you find out that woojin is really talkative when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about like dancing
  • you didn’t know this nerd danced wth??
  • and you feel really bad after a while bc he’s wasting his time to help you study when he could study by himself
  • basically you just felt like a burden ;;
  • so you bake him cookies as a thank you and he gets super blushy and awkward when you give them to him the next day
  • his blushing face is so funny that you can’t resist dropping a couple flirty teasing remarks 
  • “aw you’re so cute woojin”
  • but woojin has been really enjoying spending all this time with you
  • he secretly likes it when you make your stupid puns
  • and sometimes when he’s teaching you something, he’ll drift off into space and you’ll catch him just staring at you
  • he’s mesmerized by you okay
  • as for you, you start to become comfortable with woojin
  • and he seems less scary, and you realize he’s just a shy bean
  • you notice how he’s really focused on everything he does, and you admire his perseverance 
  • you start getting used to his presence, and it took him weeks but eventually he even starts to talk you outside of class and study sessions
  • like sometimes he’ll bring you lunch, and you guys will sit together in the cafeteria talking about anime or something equally nerdy
  • woojin has obviously never had any relationship experience and he has no other friends to confide his feelings to,,, 
  • he’s already suppressed these feelings for the past 4 years, but now that you guys are actually friends, he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship ;;
  • woojin is so scared to confess bc he’s such a loser, and you’re well-loved by everyone at school
  • he’s way too shy and afraid you’re going to reject him immediately bc you think he’s an embarrassment to you
  • so one day park jihoon, your english partner, asks you to rehearse with him after school for your guys’ english project which is to recreate a scene of romeo and juliet in class
  • you guys wrote the script in class (a class you don’t have with woojin obvs) so of course you agree
  • jihoon takes you to an empty classroom and you guys start rehearsing
  • “o, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. they pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair”
  • “saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake”
  • “then move not, while my prayer’s effect i take”
  • and then jihoon leans in to fake kiss you bc he’s a flirty asshole and it’s part of the scene but why
  • you laugh and jokingly hit him “why are you like this wth”
  • at this time woojin is looking for you bc usually you meet up by your lockers, and you’re always there first waiting for him
  • and of course he chooses this moment, when it looks like jihoon is going to kiss you, to walk by
  • and his heart actually shatters
  • woojin is just staring with wide eyes at you two and quickly walks off bc he feels tears coming
  • he never knew you and park jihoon were a thing, and now he feels stupid for ever thinking he had a chance with you
  • he walks out of school and hears his phone ring and of course it’s you
  • he doesn’t really feel like talking to you rn but he’s too kind not to pick up
  • woojin sucks it up and continues with your study sesh but with less smiles and jokes and most of the time you think he’s grimacing
  • while he’s reviewing the law of gravitation with you, your phone goes off and of course it’s a text from jihoon bc you’re really unlucky rip
  • woojin pauses and stares at your phone which says:
  • from jihoon daddy ♡ (jihoon created that name okay) : are you my homework? bc i want to slam you on my table and do you all night long ;)
  • “blocked and reported” 
  • you notice woojin glaring at your phone and when your eyes meet, you’re scared by how scary and angry he looks
  • he grabs you by your arm and drags you out into the hallway
  • woojin is overcome by a jealous rage and he ends up pushing you against the wall and slamming his hands next to your head
  • and you’re just like wtf what’s going on? am i in a cheesy anime wth???
  • adrenaline is rushing in woojin, and he literally has no control over his actions atm
  • “you’re not jihoon’s. you’re mine”
  • you’re like whoa where’d this confidence come from?? what a busan way to confess wow
  • and wow woojin looks so fucking hot being all alpha like this holy
  • his confidence is so sexy shit and you don’t even say anything and just kiss him bc damn he’s hot 
  • whenever you mention this confession to him, he gets all embarrassed bc he had an actual confession planned out with roses and milk tea and everything but oh well
  • so boyfriend woojin is v v v cute,,,
  • he’s so innocent wow 
  • brings you flowers on every anniversary
  • “happy 7th month anniversary”
  • “wtf woojin nobody celebrates that but thx”
  • really really shy
  • at first he doesn’t initiate pda at all,, gets flustered when you hold his hand in public
  • eventually gets comfortable with you and becomes clingy af
  • study dates!!
  • tries to bribe you with food and cuddles when you finish homework
  • “i’ll buy you boba if you finish your math homework early”
  • your grades start rising hella wow
  • started from the bottom now we here c->a
  • woojin is a proud boyfriend when you pass your science final with flying colors and pass the class
  • dances for you and wow he’s so hot when he’s dancing damn
  • reversal charm to the max
  • his snaggletooth is the cutest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on holy
  • he wanted to get it fixed at first since he was kind of insecure about it but you were like “uh how about a no”
  • you loved his tooth and he ended up loving it bc you did :)))
  • you have an album of woojin’s childhood pics on your phone, and he begs you to delete them but you can’t resist teasing him bc it’s so funny lmao
  • he tells you about his crush on you in middle school really shyly one day and you just laugh bc middle school you was a cringey part of your history and if he liked you at that awful point of your life,, he’s a keeper ;;
  • an angel!!
  • knows how to cheer you up with girl group dances hahahah
  • dances to twice, ioi, gfriend, every girl group to make you laugh
  • will destroy every last shred of his dignity to see you smile :’)
  • a wanna be athlete
  • tries to play basketball with you but prob doesn’t know the rules gg
  • gets jealous when you drool over male idols
  • “i dance better than him right???”
  • needs constant attention like a lost puppy
  • it’s okay bc he’s cute
  • v clumsy
  • tried baking cupcakes for you one day but almost burned up the kitchen hahahahah see what i did there
  • trips over the air sometimes
  • vj park in training 
  • tries to film you dancing to the choreos he’s taught you
  • ends up zooming in on your face 90% of the time and having really shaky camerawork 
  • really really caring boyfriend and will love you unconditionally ♡ 
Waiting (Part One) (Stony Soulmate AU)

Welcome to the story! Be prepared for just crazy amounts of fluff. Just everywhere. Barely a plot, lovelies. Just Tony and Steve helplessly in love.

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Prologue
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“D’ya think we’re soulmates, Buck?” Seventeen year old Steve asked idly, his small feet hanging off the edge of Bucky’s bed, kicking at the air.

“Why ya ask?” Bucky stopped halfway to putting his shirt on, looking over at his best friend in surprise. “What brought this up?”

“Jus’ thinkin’.” Steve shrugged. “My parents are soulmates  y’know? Mom always says it’s because her and dad were best friends. Aren’t we best friends?”

“Course we are.” Bucky frowned. “That don’t mean we’re soulmates.”

“You don’t wanna be my soulmate?” Steve asked, and his voice got quiet.

“Damn.” Bucky swore and flopped onto the bed next to him, nearly bouncing Steve’s ninety pound frame onto the floor. “Don’t do that, Stevie. It’s not that I don’t wanna be your soulmate. I’m jus’ not.”

“How do you know?” Steve challenged, dark blue eyes sparking. “They say you don’t know till you kiss someone.”

“What, Stevie, you wanna kiss me?” Bucky teased, but was taken aback when Steve flushed a deep red and looked away.

“Forget it.”

“Hey, hey come on.” Bucky reached for his friend and turned him onto his side easily. He had at least fifty pounds on the blond and even though he never used his strength to make Steve feel bad, he definitely used it to force the stubborn kid to listen.

“You know I don’t care about… about all that.” Bucky said with a short shrug, and Steve turned even redder. “You wanna kiss and see if we’re soulmates, let’s kiss.”

“Forget it.” Steve mumbled again and tried to move off the bed. “I’m gonna go.”

“You’re not gonna go.” Bucky argued and grabbed at his arm. “Come on, Stevie.” He toppled the smaller kid onto his chest and cupped his jaw. “Come on now.”

With a quick roll, Bucky pinned Steve to the bed and leaned over him. “Gonna kiss you real nice, alright? Let’s see bout this whole soulmate thing.”

Steve was trembling a little, even as his hands came up to grab at Bucky’s biceps. Bucky hated how weak the grip was, hated how hard this last winter had been on his friend.

“You alright?” He asked again, and Steve nodded quickly. “Alright, Stevie, come here.” Bucky dropped his head and gave him a gentle kiss, licking at his bottom lip until Steve opened wide beneath him with a desperate little pant. “Easy.” Bucky murmured and kissed him again. “How’s that?”

“Um.” Steve’s eyes opened slowly and Bucky smiled down at him, brushing some hair off his forehead. “I can see why the dames let you kiss them.” Steve finally said and Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“And…?”

“And…. nothing.” Steve touched his chest, over his heart where a soulmate mark was supposed to appear. “Nothing.”

“So not soulmates then.” Bucky actually looked a little disappointed. “That was my best kiss, Stevie, if that wasn’t enough to make us soulmates then–”

“–then I guess we’re just best friends.” Steve finished and shoved at Bucky’s shoulder playfully. “So get off.”

“Fine.” Bucky laughed and rolled off, reaching for his boots. “I got to get to work then.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve was sitting up again, still looking a little sad.

“Stevie.” Bucky wrapped his arm around his thin shoulders. “Stevie one day you’re going to find your soulmate. He’s gonna be wonderful and sweet and at least half as handsome as me and–”

He?” Steve asked shakily. “Why would you say–”

“Hey I told you. I don’t care about all that.” Bucky emphasized. “Everybody else might but I don’t. So yeah, this soulmate of yours is gonna be great for you. He’ll find you, you just gotta wait. And if he’s not perfect to you, Stevie I’m gonna rip his candy ass apart. But he will be. He will be your whole heart, your entire reason for breathing, because that’s what soulmates are. Our heart. You’ll find him. Maybe just gotta wait a little.”

“Love you, Buck.” Steve mumbled and Bucky squeezed him.

“I’m with you always, Steve. Soulmates or not. Besides, this was your first kiss. I gotta make sure the next punk to kiss ya is just as good.”

“That’s a weird thing to say.” Steve rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Weirder than kissing my best friend to check a soulmate bond?” Bucky teased and Steve just blushed again. “I got to go.” Bucky jumped up, grabbing his work things. “Stick around all ya want, Stevie, I’ll be home tonight.”

“Thanks, Bucky.”

Steve glanced up long enough to catch one of those heart stopping winks from those light blue eyes and then Bucky was gone.

Steve flopped back on the bed and placed his hand over his lips. He hadn’t felt anything when Bucky kissed him. His very first kiss, and nothing. Barely even a spark and certainly not the flare that was supposed to accompany his soulmark.

But if it wasn’t Bucky, then who? Who else out there would love him?

He blinked back the tears at the thought of being this lonely forever, and took a deep breath, wincing when his chest hurt.

Whoever his soulmate was, Steve had a hard time believing he would run into them here in Brooklyn.

No, his soulmate might be out there, but they he was waiting somewhere far away.

Steve just didn’t know how to find him. And he didnt know how long he would have to wait.

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anonymous asked:

"Why are you so annoying?" With Oikawa and his s/o? Soulmate AU with the words on the wrist and those words are on s/o's wrist.

Oikawa Tooru:


Oikawa had always been a bit insecure.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to his superiority complex or being outshined by Kageyama, or what. Although he did know one thing for sure.
Those damned words on his wrist played a huge part in all of his negative feelings. From the very moment he became literate, they haunted him. “Why are you so annoying?” they read, and the word “annoying” became the bane of his existence. As much as Oikawa wanted to meet his soulmate, he didn’t want to be seen as an abomination. The person who he was to be tied to for an eternity’s first impression of him would be “annoying”. He hated that, he hated the very image of anyone he loved deeming him obnoxious. These very words were the foundation of his facade.

As years passed on Oikawa hoped and prayed that maybe, someday, he’d wake up to find that black ink washed away and replaced with something new. Everyone around him had a nice little saying printed on them. Iwaizumi’s said, “I’ve never seen you here before.”, even Hanamaki’s was a cute little message of, “God, you’re hilarious.” No matter how hard he tried to be the image of perfection, by fate, he was always to been seen as annoying. Sometimes, he realized he should be getting a lesson out of this. Not everyone was going to find him perfect at first, not everything is going to go his way. But no, he was stubborn and everyday he enhanced his mask more and more to the point where it was covered in feathers and rhinestones and diamonds alike, fanning out to the point where you couldn’t see his real face at all. It was heavy, it was weighing him down, and god he rues the day he meets his soulmate, because there’s no guaranteeing he won’t slap them for what they’ve done.

Oikawa always stays for an extra hour or two after practice. He used to stay late in the gymnasium to actually practice as intended, but now that there was nothing to train for, his only reason for staying after was so he could finally get some time alone. Once 5:30 came and all his fangirls trickled out and his team soon followed, the coach would toss him the keys, promptly asking him to “lock up when he’s done”, and would shut the heavy titanium doors behind him. The handle would click, then Oikawa would finally be alone. He got seldom alone time at his house, his parents were home a lot more recently, and of course he loved his parents, but he just couldn’t stand them lately. If they were near him, the likelyhood of getting a paper shoved in his face was high. “University of Tokyo! Oxford! Meiji! Harvard!” they’d chant, and all this talk of bills and college and tuition was driving him absolutely mad. He thought that graduating from high school would finally lift the heavy weight off his shoulders, but just the idea of that diploma was pushing him down more. He lied down in the center of the gym, the cold wooden floor a sensation on his skin. Since 95% of the student body and staff was off campus by 5:00, Oikawa always took this chance to scream. He’d inhale, tilt his head back and scream, scream until his frustration dwindled down or his lungs began to burn, whichever came first. So today, per usual, he just screamed, the booming of his voice echoing off the walls of the gymnasium. Although, before he could reach any degree of vocal climax, the heavy titanium doors clicked open. He didn’t even bother sitting up to check who had opened the door, it was either some teacher, who would dismiss his behavior, or Iwaizumi, who would lecture him about it later on. Although, it couldn’t have been either. He heard a feminine snort, then the click of the door.
“Why are you so annoying?”
Oikawa didn’t have anytime to think, the rush of being caught unsettling his nerves.
“Deprecation my dear!” He called back, waving his arms around melodramatically. He sat up to meet his confronter, who was standing still, shocked by the doors.
“Excuse me, what?”
“What?”
“Repeat what you just said to me?”
“What?”
“No the other thing!”
“Oh… Deprecation my dear?”
The girl sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“Please be joking.”
“What?” Oikawa repeated for what seemed like the twentieth time today.
“Well…” She sighed. “First of all, I would like to say fuck you for making the last eighteen years of my life a poetic hell.”
Oikawa, who had figured he had sad ‘what’ too many times today opted for cocking his head, his eyes widening when she flashed him her wrist, his heart beating faster as his eyes scanned over the words.
“Oh god…” He mumbled, looking down at his own wrist. “And you… you said… why are you so… annoying…” Oikawa took a deep breath, letting his arm fall back to his side.
“You really wanna talk about hell, missy? Couldn’t you have said ‘hey, why’re you screaming’ or ‘hey, is something wrong’ instead of this?” He forcefully shoved his wrist in her face, his every word dripped with malice. He should be happy, but god, he couldn’t help but feel enraged. “These words turned me into a maniac. These words are why I’m stuck here screaming by myself at 6:00 at night! These words are why I’m… so annoying…” His tantrum slowly decrescendoed as he looked up at her, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her fists taut at her sides.
“Well, I’m sorry. It was really all up to fate. If it were up to me I’d say something completely different but… hey, if it makes you feel any better, every literature teacher I’ve had for the past seven years has used me as an example of poetry because of the words you said.”
“That’s not as bad as depreciation.”
“In my third year of middle school we had to do a writing prompt on my wrist.” She snorted, looking down at the words. “Who would’ve guessed that it was all over some guy screaming in a gym. I thought I’d meet you as an art student in a coffee shop.”
Oikawa couldn’t help but laugh, subconsciously taking her hand into his.
“Well… I’m Oikawa Tooru… you probably already know that…”
“Ooh, narcissist, much?” She grinned, playfully. He had known her for a minute yet he was already growing on to her sarcastic nature. “Well, I’m __ __, it’s nice to finally meet you after all these years.”
“You know, __…”
“Yeah?”
“I made a promise to myself that I would slap my soulmate once I met them because of all the shit they’ve put me through.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to slap you, though.”
“Damn, good. You seem like you have a lot of bottled up anger, and I’d rather you scream into the void than use me as a stress ball.”
Oikawa gaped, searching for a counter argument but settling on a sigh.
“Gosh, you’re a mean one, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s just deprecation, my dear!”

Bloodlines - Part 1

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,500 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of.

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme@life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

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Not just a kids game - Destiel

It was Saturday night and after a long day of hunting, the two Winchesters sat in the bunker accompanied by a certain blue eyed Angel and his brother Gabriel.

The four close friends sat in a rather misplaced circle in the center of the living room with a bowl of popcorn begging to be eaten in the middle of them.

“You okay Cas?” Dean asked in a caring tone, it’s became a habit for Dean to look out for his best friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine Dean.” Castiel assured, gaining an eye roll from Gabriel, apparently the only one that can see how in love they are.

“Let’s do something fun, what about playing truth or dare? Spin the bottle? You know any of those mischievous teenage party games?” Gabe asked through an upcoming smirk.

“You can’t be serious?” Dean asked, eyeing him up in curiosity, unable to tell if the trickster is joking or not.

“Oh, I can assure you, I’m serious. C'mon I’ll start. Sam, truth or dare?” Gabe asked, however there wasn’t really much up for discussion, he was pretty set on playing the dumbfound game.

“Truth” Sam chose, edging closer to Gabriel as he awaited his truth.

“Always picking the easy option… Have you ever kissed a boy?” Gabe questioned through an increasing smirk and a quick bat of eyelashes causing Sam to forget what he was about to say.

“Yes” Sam returned simply, however he did look over to his brother hoping for a good expression to be laid on his face; luckily the older of the two smiled in a comforting way, letting the younger know that he was supported.

“Did you like it?” Gabe pushed.

“That’s two questions. Dean truth or dare?” Sam mumbles, still a little embarrassed and shook about him basically coming out to his brother. He didn’t so much mind about the other two, he was pretty sure they already knew.

“Dare” Dean requests confidently, with his signature defiant bitch face on.

“Sit on someone’s lap until I say you can get up, you can choose who.” Sam dares Dean, making Dean look around the room, evaluating and choosing carefully, although he knew who he was going to choose as soon as Sam dared him.

He shuffled closer to Castiel and mumbled shyly to the Angel:

“Mind if I umm?” Dean asks, cheeks reddening by the second.

“No, not at all.” Castiel gladly allowed the elder Winchester to take a seat on his lap, Dean draped his right arm around the back of Cas’ neck and the left around the front. As they shuffled around a little to get comfortable Dean thought of who he was asking next.

“My turn. Cas, truth or dare?” The boy sitting underneath Dean turned to face he who had asked the question and was now inches away from his face, pupils dilating and lust growing by the second.

“I’d like truth” He said in a polite manner. As he usually does.

“Pretty basic question but who do you like?” Dean took the chance in asking, come on what’s the worst that can happen?

“I like you all, and I like the pizza man who taught me things and I like-” The brown haired boy was cut of by his slightly amused/slightly annoyed big brother.

“No you idiot, who do you like like? Who do you love? As more than a friend.”

“I um, do I have to answer?”

“Of course you do!” Sam and Gabe instructed.

“No, Cas you don’t. Not if you don’t want to, you can just pass.” Dean softly reassures the man sitting beneath him.

“Pass” He answered calmly.

“Well whoever she is, she’s a lucky girl.” Dean stated, earning a blush from Cas and a loud burst of laughter from the other two in the room.

“How oblivious are you? He doesn’t like any girl, he never has. He isn’t into girls.” The obnoxious brother of Castiel’s spits out through muffled laughs causing Dean to look to Cas to see if this was true, he couldn’t believe he’d never realized, although some things made more sense now.

“Uh, yeah I um, it’s true.” Castiel awaited a sour look or rude comment but instead was presented with a slightly shocked but happy face, almost as if someone was pleased with the news he had just received, almost as if he was hopeful.

“Sam, truth or dare?” Castiel asked the youngest Winchester in hopes to change the topic.

“Dare”

“I dare you to kiss Gabriel.” He took this moment to get his revenge for what Gabe had just done.

The two smirked at the dare, Sam positioning himself so he could lock lips with the trickster, soon enough the two had broke the remaining distance and were softly pressing each other’s lips against the others, Gabe rolled his tongue over Sam’s begging for entrance. Sam parted his lips allowing him access causing the two to deepen the kiss and forget about the others watching.

“Get a room” Dean said sarcastically, causing everyone to look at him, however Sam and Gabriel’s weren’t as innocent of looks as Castiels. They were more glaring at him.

“Gabe, truth or dare?” Sam asked through an undeniable blush.

“Dare, is that even a question? Of course I’m going to say dare.”

“ I dare you to… Uhh, down three shots of vodka.” He said, however he wasn’t thinking straight and realised as soon as he said it that this was probably the stupidest dare in existence.

“Really Sam?” Gabriel said as he downed the shots without a problem.

“Cassie, truth or dare?” The oldest of the Pair asked.

“Truth, I know the dares you give.” Castiel reminded the four.

“I’m offended, anyway. Who’s the hottest person in the room?” Castiel turned to face the wall before shyly admitting.

“Dean” was all he said, unable to turn back to face him.

“You’re not lying” Dean smirked causing Sam and Cas to scoff.

“Dean, truth or dare?” Cas asked.

“Dare” Dean answered, smirking with his choice.

“Oh um Gabriel can you dare him, I can’t come up with good dares”

“Sure little bro, Dean i dare you to kiss Castiel for five seconds.” Gabriel said through another enormous smirk, does he have any other facial expression? The other three wondered curiously.

“Too easy, Cas you okay with that?” Dean asked Castiel, earning an unsure nod from him.

“C'mon just imagine I’m some guy you like”

“Yeah cassie, that shouldn’t be hard should it?” Gabriel teased sarcastically, aware of who his younger brother liked.

Castiel nodded in an uncertain way, glaring at his brother. Dean then changed his current position moving his legs so that he was straddling the Angel, this way he was able to kiss him.

Dean lent forward pressing their lips together, he started slow not wanting to pressure Castiel, but then felt the Angels tongue pressing on his lips, begging for entrance; this he allowed him happily. He started sub consciously moving his hands in a gentle motion, pulling at the back of the Angels hair softly causing a small moan to be released by the smallest of the two.

After what seemed like an eternity Dean pulled away, gasping for air while smiling to the boy In front of him. He got up and placed himself on the floor next to Castiel, Dean then turned to him as he heard a small sniffle. What he saw broke his heart, Cas had accidentally let tears build up in his ocean blue eyes, letting one slip just as Dean turned to look.

“I’ll be right back” Was all the Angel said before swiftly running to the bathroom and closing the door.

“Shit. Am I that bad of a kisser?” Dean said in a worried tone, before following the previous footsteps from Castiel and heading to the bathroom.

“It’s Dean, I’m coming in.” He said Before cautiously opening the bathroom door and walking in, making sure to close the door behind him.

“Was it something I did? I’m sorry, but hey I’m not that bad of a kisser right?” Dean laughed, trying to lighten the mood and cheer up the innocent boy crying in front of him.

“No, you’re not, you’re really good. But Gabriel only done that because he knew!” Castiel choked out, rubbing his cheeks trying to clear them of the tears slipping out, but it was no use as more just kept spilling.

“Knew what? Cas you’re scaring me, tell me what’s wrong.” Dean said as he shuffled closer to the Angel, taking a seat next to him and placing his hand on Castiels knee in a comforting way.

“He knows I like- I like you. In that way. In the non-platonic more than a friend sort of way, that I’d never tell you that since the day I raised you from perdition I didn’t care about my duties, my responsibility. I just cared about you, and keeping you safe. That I hate myself everyday because I know you’re not interested and will never like me. That I would literally die for you- that I’m so in love with you and I’ve never even known what love felt like till I met you, I didn’t even know emotion until I met you.” The Angel finally broke, falling into Dean’s arms.

The love confession hit Dean like a truck, Cas likes him? Cas, the beautiful innocent angel? Loves the likes of him? Dean couldn’t contain himself any longer, he was in love with Castiel, he didn’t care anymore, the sight of his Angel breaking down in his arms over him hit a fucking switch and suddenly he didn’t care about anything other than fixing him, after all, that is what Cas always done for him.

“Cas, I- I love you, I didn’t tell you because I thought I didn’t have a chance, that there was no point ruining our friendship, I’m in fucking love with you.” Dean admitted, causing the Angel to lunge forward at him with an huge, wide smile planted across his perfect face.

Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s neck and pressed his lips against Castiel’s, his soft, perfect lips, the feeling sent fireworks off inside the two, a weird tingling sensation in their stomach’s.

“C'mon lets go to my room.” Dean said as he pulled away from the soft kiss, already missing the feeling of the angles lips against his own. He held his hand out for Castiel to take, which he gladly took, pulling himself up.

They walked out of the bathroom hand in hand and headed towards Dean’s room.

“We’re going, uh we’re leaving, see you’s later” Dean awkwardly informed his brother and Gabriel, he made a mental note to have a small chit chat with him later, but for now, he has an angel to look after.

Dean laid down, pulling Castiel down with him and wrapping his arms around him.

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna wear a dress.” The Winchester said, earning a kiss from Castiel along with a chuckle.

“Nobody’s asking you to. Although you do have really nice legs.” Cas said.

“Oh shut up”

The two curled up together in bed, Dean had one hand wrapped protectively around Cas’ waist and the other resting peacefully under the Angels soft, dark hair.

“G'night Cas. I love you.” Dean spoke softly.

“Love you too Dean” Cas replied through a content smile, it wasn’t as if he was actually going to sleep but he enjoyed watching how calm and innocent Dean looked in his sleep.

Dean leant down and pressed a light kiss to the Angels head. To his Angels head.

kekerockinrobin  asked:

Can I request a smut based off song Who Do You Love by Mariana's Trench where you & yoongi starts off as enemies for some reason when he's really in love with you & one day you two are left along for the day & you have a fight leading to sexy time

This was quite interesting to write since I’ve never written something with this type of plot line, so I hope you enjoy!~
- Devi ^_-

[WARNING: Explicit Content]

who do you love? {smut/angst}

Word Count: 3741


At some point in our lives, we all come across at least one person whom we cannot stand, and for what reason? That’s what’s unknown. See, our instincts are more capable than our minds seem to let us believe, and sometimes said instincts just KNOW when there’s something about someone that’s offputting even if your mind cannot rationalize it. Some people just make us angry simply for existing, without really transgressing against us. There was one in your life too. His name was Min Yoongi. 

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Perfect

Originally posted by harrystolemyheart

i randomly got inspired to write this, and i’m pretty proud of how it turned out
i hope you enjoy x


Perfect.

That’s the word everyone used to describe Harry and I’s relationship. And, to be honest, I agreed. Ever since we met, Harry and I just clicked, and we were always by each other’s side. We were inseparable after being friends for three weeks. And then a few years went by, and we had grown up together. And the feelings we had towards one another started showing, no matter how hard we tried to hold them in. Then, one night, Harry and I were walking around after having dinner with some friends, and rain started pouring down from the sky. Soaked, we got in Harry’s car and went back to his place. I showered and he gave me a change of clothes, him showering and changing after I had. We ate our leftovers and watched movies, not realizing how late it was because time had gotten away from us, as it did often when we hung out.

“Is it really almost four in the morning?” Harry looked at his phone screen in surprise.

My eyes got wide. “Holy shit, where did the time go?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled. “I swore it felt like it was maybe one or one thirty.”

I sighed, realizing I had my head on Harry’s shoulder, his arm around me. Had we been like this the entire time? I looked up at him and he was already looking at me, a smile on his face.

“What'cha smiling at?” I sing-songed.

He laughed. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “Why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled. “Would you think I was mad if I told you I was in love with you?”

I looked at him in shock, a smile appearing on my face. “No, because I’m in love with you too.”

He grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Do you know what the only word that could describe that moment was? Perfect.

Two and a half years later, we were a few months away from celebrating our third anniversary, and Harry was acting strange. I didn’t know why, and it concerned me. Selena came over and I vented to her, crying and worrying that Harry was going to leave me or something. She consoled me, saying that Harry would never break my heart. That he loved me way too much to ever leave me. And after she left, Harry. came home. I was in our room, so I walked out to the living room, anxious to ask him why he wasn’t acting like himself. But when I got to the living room, I saw Harry crouched on the floor, his back to me.

“Hey, babe?” I said nervously.

He turned around, smiling as he held a golden retriever puppy with a bow on its light blue collar.

“Yes, love?” He grinned.

I gasped, walking over to him and petting the dog. “Harry, you did not,”

“Yes, I did,” He nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted a puppy, so I decided to get you one.”

I smiled, tearing up. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“I like to think so,” He chuckled. “What do you want to name him?”

I thought for a moment. “Hm… how about Rain? But like, maybe with an e on the end?”

“Why Raine?” He asked.

“Because, if it didn’t rain that one night, I would’ve just went home instead of coming here. And you probably wouldn’t have told me how you felt about me until much later.” I explained. “I guess you could say we wouldn’t have gotten together so soon if it wasn’t for the rain.

He beamed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. Raine is the perfect name for this little guy.”

  
After that moment, things continued to be how they always were. Everyone swore that by the time our anniversary came that Harry would propose to me. And though I’d laugh it off, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted our perfect relationship to become a perfect marriage. And I thought Harry did too.

But, when we had but only a month and a half left until we’d celebrate being together for three years, Harry started acting weird again. Instead of acknowledging the uneasy feeling I had, I just chalked it up to everyone’s suspicions being true. That he was going to propose. One night, Niall and Harry suggested that Selena and I have a girls’ day, and we’d get dinner together that night. Though we were suspicious, we went along with it. Many times throughout the day, Selena swore that when we came home that Niall would have some kind of excuse for her and him to leave, and Harry would propose to me. And, again, I really hoped that was the case. Then, when we still had a couple hours until we’d be on our way back, Niall called Selena. He said that there was a change of plans, that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that he would be at home waiting for Selena. So we left fifteen minutes after the call, Selena going home to Niall and me going home to Harry. At least, that’s what I thought. I came home to an empty house, Raine greeting me when I came in. I pet him, then looked around the house to see if Harry was really gone, and if he had left a note. But he was no where to be found, and he didn’t leave a note. I called him many times, him ignoring every single one. I texted him, saying that it was so unlike him to be this way and we needed to talk as soon as possible. I checked every five minutes to see if he had read it, but he didn’t read it at all.

  
Harry didn’t come home that night.

  
The next morning, I woke up to tons of notifications. Before I could even go through them, Selena called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“(Y/n), have you seen or heard anything?” Selena asked me.

“No?” I said, confused. “I literally just woke up.”

She sighed. “I guess I’ll be the bearer of bad news. There are pictures everywhere of Harry leaving The Nice Guy with Nikita.”

I felt like my heart had stopped. Harry wasn’t home last night because he was with his ex. And he didn’t come home, which meant he stayed with her. I almost got sick at the thought of what probably happened. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed, the hardest I’d cried in the longest time.

“How did this happen?” I wept.

“I don’t know, babe,” Selena said sadly. “But I think the best thing for you to do is to just come stay with Niall and I for a while. You know, so you can get some space and think about things.”

I nodded, though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You’re right, I’ll pack some stuff and come over there.”

“Alright,” She sighed again. “Drive safe, love you.”

“Thanks, love you too.” I said quietly.

I got up, brushing my teeth and getting ready. I finished packing, and before I could get my things and go, I heard the front door open and close. Raine, who was laying on the bed next to my bags, ran to see who it was. I already knew who it was, and anger boiled within me. I walked out there, seeing a very tired and sad looking Harry. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

He looked up at me, petting Raine. “What’s going on?”

“You know damn well what’s going on.” I said, growing more furious by the second. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He stood there, realizing I knew what he had done. He didn’t speak.

I laughed sarcastically. “Of course you don’t. So, you go from promising dinner to our friends and I, to not coming home last night? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He looked down, still not speaking, so I continued.

“Not only did you not come home, you went out with your ex and then went home with her! When you had your fucking girlfriend at home waiting for you! What kind of twisted fuck does that?!”

After an agonizing silence, he spoke up. “I’m so sorry, love. I–”

“Don’t,” I spat. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

He looked me in the eye for the first time during our conversation. “What are you saying?”

“Do you expect me to stay with you after what you did?” I scoffed. “Harry, everyone knows about what happened, it’s all over social media and it’s on tv. Everyone knows you’re a cheating prick. Why the hell should I stay with you?!”

He looked away again, shrugging. “I guess I don’t expect you to.”

It got quiet once again, and I decided to ask something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

“Why’d you do it? Why would you do this to me? To us? We were perfect, Harry.”

He hesitated. “I-I don’t know, (y/n).”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? You cheated on me, throwing almost three years down the drain, and you don’t know why you did it?!”

He didn’t say anything.

“Wow,” I laughed sadly. “Well, Raine and I are leaving. We’ll talk when you figure out what your reason for fucking our relationship up is.”

  

  
It had been a week since I left Harry. Niall and Selena were nice enough to allow Raine and I to stay with them until I finalized everything with the real estate agent that was helping me find a new place. Of course, like everything else, the media was talking about it. How ‘award winning singer-songwriter (y/f/n) (y/l/n) left her boyfriend of three years and former One Direction member Harry Styles, and is getting her own place after he cheated on her’. The thing was, we didn’t even make it to three years. We were two months away, eight weeks from another anniversary. And just like that, it was ruined.

At first, I wondered if it was something I did. But then came to the realization that I had been the best girlfriend I could’ve possibly been to Harry. I gave him my all, my everything. I didn’t do anything to deserve what he did. So, that meant it was him. I wasn’t sure what, but he did what he did because of something that was going on with him. And that gave me a small bit of relief. My heart was still in a million different pieces, but it helped knowing I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Selena, Raine, and I sat in the living room, when the door opened and shut. Niall came into the room and he had Louis with him.

Niall sat next to Selena, and Louis next to him. Raine perked up when he saw them, his tail wagging. He was such a lovable dog, and it wasn’t as little as he used to be. When he sat, he came to a little above my knee, and it seemed like he grew more and more everyday. He got down from his spot next to me on the couch and sat between Louis and Niall, both of them petting him and grinning.


Niall sighed, his smiling falling. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, (y/n), but Harry’s a wreck. He refuses to do anything, and he just cries and cries…”

“Poor lad needs someone to all but force him to drink some water,” Louis snowballed, still petting Raine.

Selena chuckled. “He should be upset. Do you remember how she cried herself to sleep up until the night before last? How I had to make sure she drank and ate something. He should be devastated, he brought this on himself. And honestly, I don’t feel bad for him. And you feel the exact same way, right, (y/n)?”

I went to answer her, but I couldn’t. I should be glad Harry wasn’t happy right now. But I wasn’t. I felt guilty, though I knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to feel okay with this, and all I could think about is how I needed to go see him.

  

 
The next day, I showed up at the place that Harry and I shared just a week ago. I knocked on the door, then waited. Eventually it opened, a very surprised Harry appearing on the other side of it.

“W-What are you doing here,” He stammered, his voice raspy. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He looked like a mess.

“Can we talk?” I exhaled.

He hesitated, then opened the door, allowing me in.

We sat in the living room on separate couches. Silence filled the room, and I swore I’d probably be able to hear a pin drop.

After a while, Harry exhaled. “For a while, I’ve had this… feeling. And, I couldn’t quite place it at first. But eventually, I realized what it was. I realized… I didn’t deserve you. As much as I tried to just push it away, I couldn’t. And it got really bad, so I did something stupid. I tried to drink it away. I drank so much, and the next thing I knew I woke up next to Nikita. I swear to you, (y/n), it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I never thought I’d ever hurt you.”

I exhaled, letting go of the breath I was holding in. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you, but I never went as far as drinking it away or cheating on you. Instead, I realized how blessed I was to call you mine, and I appreciated every single second I got with you.”

"And that’s exactly why I don’t deserve you.” Harry stared at his hands.

I scoffed. “Don’t you get it? All I’ve ever wanted was you! When I met you, I knew you’d be the man I would marry and have kids with. And now, even though we’re not together and that won’t happen, I still can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“You shouldn’t settle for me, (y/n).” He shook his head. “There’s someone much better for you out there.”

“That may be the case, but I’ll never love someone like I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

He got quiet. “I don’t know what to say…”

I scoffed again. “So you’re not going to fight for me?! You’re just going to let me go? …Pfft, you really must not love me as much as you say you do.”

“I do love you, (y/n).” He enunciated, seeing almost frustrated. “I love you with my whole damn heart… with every fiber of my being, that’s why i can’t let you try to get stuck with me. Move on, and find someone better, you deserve at least that. And I deserve the ability to say that I lost you when I swore to myself I’d never let that happen. I deserve to be humiliated, regretful, and remorseful.”

The room was silent once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say anything.

“Now, go.” He said gently. “Go, be happy and take care of Raine. I want to be able to go on social media or turn on the television and see you smiling and being happy like you used to be. Before I fucked everything up.”

I sighed. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”

He smiled. “And I, you, (y/n). Always.”

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Request : “Hi! Can you do 164 for Peter? thank you xx“ @chrislaufeyson

»  “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : ~1900

A/N : This isn’t that much long but it’s the longer imagine I’ve done yet lmao. I hope you like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it under anon or even in private, I’d be happy to taaalk ! Don’t forget my requests are open, so… GO FOR IT BABES


Oh please, May ! It’d be the best present ever ! I’m a big guy now.”

Peter had been begging May for 2 weeks now, and the aunt was still reflecting either or not it was a good idea. For his 16th birthday, his nephew wanted his girlfriend to sleep with him, but May thought he was too young for that, she didn’t want to be a grand-mother right now, she was even quite young when she had to become Peter’s mother. All was going too fast, and she wished Ben was still there to say no. Ben would have said no. They both knew it, that’s why Pete would have asked May if his uncle was still alive. But she had to say no by herself now, take all the responsabilites.

Stop harrassing me, I can take you to some restaurants or cinema, but you’re too young to sleep with a girl.”

Peter crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. He hated when May treated him like a child, and she recurrently did. “C'mon, many boys sleep with their girlfriends at my age. I won’t do sh- stupid things. May, you know the feeling. You know what it’s like, wanting to wake up to the love of your life.”

It was May’s turn to sigh. Obviously, she knew, it was a feeling she was used to, a feeling she would never get rid of. Someone was missing in her bed just like someone was missing in Peter’s. If one human on Earth knew that you needed to enjoy someone’s presence before it was too late, it was her.

Door open, and if I hear something weird you a dead man, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

He instantly jumped, doing some dance of joy. His heart was beating faster as he ever did. This was it, it was happiness, true happiness. This news had him reaching the nirvana, this estate of maximal pleasure, the plenitude. He kissed his aunt’s cheek, thanking her a good million times. You soon was informed and you both fangirled. Your first night together. This was a brand new step, but everything with Peter seemed natural anyways. You could do everything.

I’m taking your present ! And a toothbrush of course, I can’t wait to sleep in your arms oh my god. I’m taking movies, can I borrow you a new shirt to sleep ? What should I take beside all of this.” Peter could tell over the phone how happy and stressed you were, you barely allowed yourself to breathe while talking. “Happy birthday, love.”

He smiled, the sound of your voice was a music to him, a melody he could never get bored of. “Come here quick to tell me in person.”

Peter !” May called him back to have a quick chat with him. There was no way he could sleep with you before she’d have gave him the talk. He soon hung up, excited as never.

Peter smiled as soon as he woke up, you were still in his arms, your head on his chest, sleeping like an angel. His heart started beating fast again. He had thought right, this was the best morning of his life, this was the way he wanted to wake up everyday, with his love right next to him, stuck to his body like the world out there was spinning and the only thing letting her be safe was his touch. He was his remedy to any problem. Both your bodies were hot, the night had been so soft.

Peter kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him which woke you up. There was no way you’d feel happier any day, you put your head on his neck and kissed his perfect jawline. “Hello pretty boy.” You whispered in a rough matinal voice before kissing his jawline again. “I’ve never slept that good in my entire life before.”

“Me neither.” He whispered at his turn, and his rugged voice had you shook. You’ve never heard him talking with such a deep tone and it was exciting to discover new things about your dedicated one.

Minutes passed by without doing nothing, just hugging and kissing. You wanted to spend the entire day there, in this bed, wrapped around Peter’s warm arms. But May would have never let you, plus it seemed like the super-hero had a project for the day.

It was super late when you got up, 2pm actually. Peter tried to make you a breakfast as a lunch, but his pancakes were terrible and he had burnt the bacon. His secret talent was surely not cooking. You ended eating ice cream before he went take a shower. You came back in his room, watching the wall where he put some pictures. One particularly kept your attention. This picture was one Peter had taken of you two during your first date. It was all awkward and sweet, and you were glad he had taken pictures of it.

Is it weird if I take photos ? I know it’s the first time we… we… This is a date, right ?” Peter had is cheeks all red from asking this, and you found it super cute. You liked him since you started talking, he was the kindest boy you’ve ever met, way different than all of the others. The day you met was the day your ex dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex with him, but what the fuck you was having sex at 15 anyways ? So not you. Peter found you crying in the school’s hallways and tried to cheer you up, then he asked you everyday how you were feeling, and soon you became friends. But there always were that extra something, this little sprinkle in your eyes telling you he was a man who would change your life. And he really did change you, he made you a better person, he built you.

This first date had been really different than what you already had experienced with other boys. You knew you loved him, you knew he wasn’t some jerk trying to use you. “Of course this is a date.” You held his hand with a big smile on your face. “And take photos, I want to have souvenirs of this evening !”

It wasn’t some fancy going out in a restaurant or cinema, it was just a chill walk, all was about talking and being happy to be together, it was all fluff and natural, it was just all love. Peter took as many photos of you as he could, not afraid anymore to look like some kind of a creep. “I love taking photos, and you’re so beautiful, you… The camera loves you.”

A little smirk took place on your face as you turned to him. “Only the camera, not you ?” He instantly blushed, panicking. Was it a bad thing, were you making fun of him ? His hands started shaking and he shook his head, his mouth wide open just as his eyes. “You don’t need to respond.” You laughed. “I was kidding, this is too soon for all of this.” But deep inside, Peter knew he loved you.

“I shake it oooooff, I shake it oooooff !” Peter’s singing got you out of your memories and you gigled listening to this song. He might be… Really excited for today. “Haters gonna haaate, haaate, haaate !” Well, this was for sure the best shower he had taken in while.

He came back right after his song, his hair damp and curlier than you’d ever seen before. He was so handsome, you were so screwed.


“Look, this is the camera I told you about ! The one May offered me yesterday ! She did such a great job, I missed photography.” He said as he was taking his new camera out of his backpack. You soon took his treasure in your hands with a look of admiration. It was a vintage Leica, and you wished you knew more about photography to understand how awesome it was for Peter to have it. “It has a lil defect on its lens but you know how I love things when they have something unique.” You nodded, and gave the camera back to him. “Okay, now that I can take pictures again, go against this tree and be my model.”

Your nose creased. Be his model ? What ? “No, no Pete there’s nooooo way. I’m not.. I’m so ugly today, I hadn’t brought my makeup to your place, my skin is awfully oily.” You soon pouted, Peter’s eyes wide open.

“You kidding, right ?!” He literally seemed attacked. “You the most beautiful girl I’ll ever get to see, Y/N ! I just want memories, you’re a real muse for me. Please, as a birthday gift, love !”

“I love you, thank you, but it’s still a no.”

Peter rolled his eyes, he for sure needed you to be okay with his idea of taking pictures of you, because it made a long time since the last time he did. “I’ll buy you japanese food.”

And suddenly you chaned your mind, you looked excited and even jumped a little when you heard ‘japanese food’. “Ok, well, Why are we still here ?! C'mon Parker, let’s take photos !” He laughed, fuck he knew you so well, he was sure japanese food was a good compromise. It always had been. Photoshoot session started right away. “You know, I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?

Peter rolled his eyes, happy Taylor Swift’s songs was his guilty pleasure and no one was supposed to know. He blushed a little. “Don’t be a jerk honey, be beautiful and pose for me, that’s all I’m asking !”

“This is some kind of song you should be singing to Flash.” You giggled. And Peter blushed even more. He always had that thought that Flash was better than him, he was popular even if he was an asshole. You saw Peter getting lost in his thoughts and grimaced. “Babe, focuse on me !” His eyes immediately met yours and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were ugly, but in a beautiful way, weird. I guess it was just love. He took a picture, and you frowned. “I don’t want this on facebook or I’ll kill you !”

“Love, you know I don’t have a facebook.” He creased his eyes. You harrassed him to do one, but he never understood the utility. He had no friends. “I’ll download them in my phone, so I can show people how pretty my girlfriend is !”

“I’m not, Peter !” You shouted, leaving the tree to get back to him.

“You’re not my girlfriend ?!”

“I’m not pretty you idiot !” You hit his shoulder.

“People don’t believe me when I say I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged while a sad smile took place on his face.

You pouted, a little embarrassed. Yeah, Peter wasn’t popular and all, people thought he was a fucking loser, but they were missing it. “We don’t need people, Peter Parker.”

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Good Girl Ch 21: This Is Not A Date

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun groans from my bed where him and a few others are sprawled out on, all voicing their hatred for this whole endeavor.

“I agree with you all, this is being made a bigger deal than needed,” I glare at Tao who is in charge of getting me dressed for my dinner with Jiyong. Like I expected, they couldn’t do much to stop his demand for my company, not that I mind. It felt like forever since someone treated me my age.

“Tao,” Kris growls, “Is the fancy lingerie really necessary?” All twelve men scan me from head to toe, taking in the pretty lace bralette and matching panties I’m standing there wearing.

“It’s cute, plus we get to think about it the whole time she is out and he’ll have no idea how amazing she looks underneath.” Tao smirks devilishly at me.

“And the outfit?” I question staring at the dozen dresses he has thrown on the floor, only one hanging up still, it’s the one that Jiyong sent with a formal invitation to dinner.

“I want to find something close to it so you’re wearing the clothes we bought for you, not the ones that asshole did,” He glares at the beautiful dress. I sigh, tired of this drama, and grab the dress off the hanger before pulling it on. “Baby!” Tao whines.

“Daddy,” I say sternly as I pull on the heels that go with it, “He would notice and get mad. I don’t want to get you guys in trouble for something so small.”

He sighs, coming over he places a hand on my back that brings me close, “You shouldn’t have to be doing things like this, we should have protected you from him.

“You guys are doing a great job protecting me, I’m well fed, happy. And I don’t have to do anything, I’m going because it causes less drama for you and your business and because I enjoy my conversations with Jiyong oppa.”

“I’m very annoyed with how perfect that dress is on you,” Kai pouts from the bed. I click into the closet to give myself a once over. Like normal Chen helped me with my hair so the curls are resting naturally down my back, I let Baekhyun do my makeup, which he is surprisingly very good at. Looking down at my outfit I’m very happy with Jiyong’s choice. It’s a black A-line with a sweetheart neckline that makes my natural curves standout more, the matching stilettos with a bow top it off. Kai is right, it’s perfect, cute but sexy.

“Thank you guys for not rallying and starting a gang war about this.”

Suho chuckles, “Chanyeol tried but with only Kai, Baekhyun, and Sehun backing him, he lost majority vote.”

I eye the giant, “I would go to war for you baby,” He gives me that smile.

“Please don’t, I am not worth a war.”

This time Xiumin approaches me, obviously upset by my words, “You are worth a war a million times over. If he wanted more than dinner, there would be a war without question. If he tires to hurt you or even makes you uncomfortable you tell us, we will start a goddamn war.”

“Daddy, I said no war. We will both behave, have dinner, and he will bring me home.”

“God,” Luhan groans, “I feel like we’re actual fathers getting our daughter ready for her first date.”

“Don’t say that,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “I’m not having thoughts any father should have right now.” Chen swats at him.

“Do I have a curfew?”

“I don’t know, if we can set rules on like that when it comes to something like this,” Suho thinks.

“He should be here in a few, we can talk about it down stairs,” Xiumin decides taking me hand and leading me out of the room with the other boys in tow. By the time we reach the door someone is ringing the doorbell; as expected it’s Jiyong in a nice black suit. He looks right past the boys to me, beaming he walks right in and up to me.

“You look beautiful!” He is grinning ear to ear, I can’t help but smile back at such a handsome face.

“I already want to change my mind,” Xiumin grumbles as he continues pulling me along into the living room.

“You’re new ring goes wonderful with that outfit,” Jiyong scans me, but when he notices the other ring on my hand he stops. “That one, not so much.” He grabs my hand once we reach the living room to look at the new addition. It’s the ring my daddies bought me as soon as we left the office, it’s a beautiful golden ring with xoxo engraved on it and a pretty good-sized diamond on it.

“You’re the one that said they could claim me as well,” I tease the older man.

“I’m regretting it.”

I scoff, “We both know if I’m taking one of these rings off it’s yours.”

He sighs, “I know, forget I said anything. Lets go eat.”

“Wait a minute,” Suho blocks the doorway with Sehun and Kai flanking him, their arms crossed over their chests, now I understand what Baekhyun meant earlier. “We need to talk about a few things before hand.”

“Like what?” Jiyong snaps.

I take my hand away from him to stand closer to Xiumin, “Like what time they want me home, where we will be going, no excessive touching, no running off to Paris.”

“You guys talked about this in detail?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“No, you remind me of Jihyo and she tends to forget these kinds of things so I figured you were the same.”

“Fine, what time would you like her home by?” Jiyong cross his arms over his chest and looks at the wall of men in front of the doorway.

“9,” Sehun deadpans.

“It’s already 7. Midnight.”

“She has a bedtime,” Suho says this time.

Jiyong gives me a questioning look, “You weren’t kidding about the whole daddy, rules thing.”

I shrug, “Told you.”

“You are making an acceptation.”

“I agree,” I smile at my daddies. “I promise we will be good.”

“You guys are going to all of that time at a restaurant talking?” Kris doesn’t seem to believe us.

“It’ll take us an hour to get into town, we’ll eat and talk for three and I’ll have her home by midnight.”

They all share a look and I can tell they are about to cave. Grinning big at the idea of my first time out since this all happened I quickly kiss each other daddies on the lips before grabbing Jiyong’s hand and pulling him to the door. I yell over my shoulder, “Love you all, be back tonight!” Jiyong is grinning next to me, he quickly takes the lead throwing me into his black sports car before climbing in on his side.

“I’m not having you back by midnight.” He quickly whips out of the driveway and speeds down the road.

“Shit, at this rate we’ll be in town in half the time,” I pull on my seat belt, worried for my safety.

“They seem very strict.”

I shrug, “They aren’t that bad, more rules than I’ve ever had but I don’t do much anyway.”

“You aren’t a crazy girl with boys blowing up her phone every second of everyday?”

“You are confusing me for Jihyo.”

“There is that name again, Jihyo, I would like to meet this girl if she reminds you of me.”

“She is probably more your type anyway.”

He glances at me, “What makes you think you know my type? We don’t know each other that well for you to know those things.”

“I can just guest.”

“Please tell me what kind of women I like, oh wise Jooyoung.”

I sink lower into my seat as I stare at him, “You like the beautiful bad girl. The one with short skirts and leather pants. She spends more money on her shoes than her rent, that is if she pays for them at all.”

“Not bad, I have to admit. That is a very close description to the sluts I normally fuck with, but very far from the type of girl I see myself in an actual relationship with.”

“Relationship? You want to settle down?”

He nods, “I want nothing more than to have someone at home to welcome me warmly with a smile on their face.”

“That isn’t hard to find.”

“Try living like me Beautiful. My life isn’t simple, most women who see me, fear me, or want me for power. It is hard to find someone like you.” We ride in silence the rest of the way, I feel kind of guilty for assuming so much about him when I know nothing beyond the fact that he’s the head of the mafia. I switch from staring at his face that is being illuminated by the dash and looking out the window into the darkness. When we finally get into town it’s only 7:30, he’s speed only decreases slightly but he continues to follow his own traffic rules. By the time we pull up to the restaurant my hands are cramping from gripping the door handle so hard.

He chuckles as I massage my hands once we step out of the car, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

I glare at him, “I’m calling bullshit.”

“Come on Beautiful, I’m starving,” He offers me an arm that I wrap mine around. With a little smirk he walks me towards the set of tall black doors, they burst open scaring the crap out of me, I tighten my grip on Jiyong’s arm. “It’s okay, they are just going to greet us.”

“Greet us?”

Beyond the door are two lines, one on their side of the door, all bowing deeply to greet us, but mostly Jiyong. “Welcome Black Dragon,” The group says in unison.

“Everyone scram, you scaring my guest,” Heads turn up to look at me at his words. Men and women alike were utterly surprised to see me on his arm, their wide eyes and hanging jaws told me it all. When no one moves Jiyong snaps at them again, “I said scram!” With that they all scattered, creating chaos for a moment as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I laugh, “Do they do this all the time?”

“This is a first, they usually respond right away. They must be distracted by my date.”

“This is not a date,” I deadpan taking my arm away from his.

He pouts, “This is a date.”

“We are two friends out getting dinner.”

“Beautiful,” He huffs.

“Oppa,” I huff back.

He sighs, “Fine, this is not a date. Now may we please go eat?”

“Yes,” I give him a victorious smirk, looping my arm with his once again. He leads me past the beautiful entry way into the darkly lit dining room. I’m surprised to find it empty and all the candles on the table are out. Without hesitation he leads me to the single table with a candle still lit, like a gentleman he pulls out my chair for me. “Did you buy the whole place out?” I tease, placing the napkin on my lap as he takes his seat across from me.

A smirk spreads across his face, “This is my place.”

I roll my eyes, “Of course it is. You didn’t have to close the place down, that is unless you are embarrassed of being seen with me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have put that ring on you if I didn’t feel anything but fondness for you. I just want all of your attention.”

“I can focus on someone when other people are in the room, you know.”

“People would be staring, trying to talk to me to be polite, I can’t stand people. I liked the bubble we had at the office, just us, I wanted that again.”

I nod, “Fair enough. What are we going to be having for dinner?”

“You can pick from the menu, we have a very wide variety of foods,” He hands me one of them menus in front of him. “Anything to drink? Martini, wine, margarita?”

“Water is fine.”

“Please get something other than water.”

I sigh, “Fine, some wine would be great with a steak.”

“That is easy enough,” He claps his hands three times, right away there is a man coming from the kitchen doors to our table. The man is probably not much older than me, early twenties, he’s handsome even with such a cold face. “Two glasses of my favorite wine and begin bringing out number three.” The man nods before rushing back into the kitchen without a word.

“So tell me Mr. Mobster, why did you want to have dinner so bad?”

“I’m not 100% sure, it may be the lack of fear in your eyes, or you’re cute curiosity in things you should run away from.”

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Are you above my daddies?”

“Above in ranking?” I nod. “They are the head of their group, I am the head of mine, we are technically on the same level.”

“What do you mean by technically?”

He relaxes into his chair as he explains, “We may be the same position but our groups are on different levels. We are involved in different things, they are focused on guns, animals, and information.”

“And you?”

“You promise not to be upset?” I hesitate answering, not sure I can promise something when I don’t really know how I will react. After nibbling on my lip for a minute I nod, letting him know to go on. “We deal with drugs, people, and moving money.”

“People,” I echo.

He nods, “Do I need to give you a minute?”

I shake my head as I try to let that information go in one ear and out the other, “Don’t give me time because I will only talk myself into a hole I don’t know if I’ll be able to get myself out of, can we talk about something else?”

He tires to change the conversation, “How was school?”

I’m happy with his attempt but bust out with, “How do you expect me to talk about something as boring as school when you sell people?”

“I sell people,” He confirms.

“How can my daddies think I would get upset at them for selling guns, animals, and information, when you sell people?” For some reason I can’t seem to wrap my mind around how a person could do that to another human being.

“They have to do a lot of bad things to get those things, they have to kill and torture to keep their secrets and to get other peoples’. Like I said Beautiful, my life is not simple. Either is theirs’.”

“How much more dangerous are you than them?”

He doesn’t understand at first, “I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

“Lets say on like a scale of 1 to 10, what are my daddies?”

“9.”

“And you?”

“Solid 12.”

“Why?”

“Because they have sort of a democracy amongst each other, they can’t do things unless they have a majority rule. They also have each other, even though they are half siblings they grew up raising each other. They have things to loose, things people could hold over their heads, friends, parents, more family. I, on the other hand, rule alone. I have no one but my right hand men and even most of them are expendable. They all know I wouldn’t bat an eye if they got taken. I’m alone, no friends, no family, no lover.” There is a coldness growing in his eyes that gives me a chill.

I feel the need to be playful to get that horrible look away. “What does that make me? I thought we were friends.”

He cracks a smile, “True, you are, for the first time in my life, my weak spot.”

“Wow, your weak spot already after a few days? What does that get me, a look and a phone call to ask how much the ransomed is?”

“It means I would make sure no one can take you in the first place,” He is suddenly serious again as he stares at me from across the table with affection in his eyes. The first course comes along with a bottle of wine, my mouth is watering at such a delicious sight. The food is absolutely amazing and so is the wine, that I’ve somehow already downed two glasses of. Time flies by quickly with many different conversions that I would have never thought I would talk about, soon the bottle is empty and I’m pretty sure Jiyong is only on his second one by dessert, oops.

“You shouldn’t let me drink.” I’m a bit passed buzzed where my little side has been popping her head into the conversation, giggling like an idiot and making me feel like a dumbass.

He laughs, “I’m happy I did, you are adorable.”

I groan, “Everyone loves me when I’m drunk because I’m so cute and loveable and not a bitch like I am normally.”

“You are not a bitch. I prefer you when you are your normal self, I like your fiest.”

I give him a sad smile, “Thank you for being one of few. My daddies hate it when I’m big.” There it is again, my constant insecurity about how the men who abducted me feel when I’m not little.

“They do not hate you.”

I sniffle, “Yea they do. Xiumin and Kris only scold me now because I want to do things for myself. Kyungsoo won’t let me watch him cook anymore since I keep trying to help but it’s too dangerous. They all just get so distant when I’m myself. I know Chen told me it’s because my big side is too much temptation but I’m calling bullshit! They just hate the real me,” I cry. Once I realize how stupid I’m acting I try to stop the tears but they don’t want to listen. “God I’m such an idiot! Who cries over shit like this?”

Jiyong is around the table with his arm around me shushing me sweetly, “I told you, they do not hate you. I’ve seen them with women they hate, you are a queen in their eyes. Please stop crying.”

“Can you take me home? I just want to go to bed,” I sniffle, letting him wipe away a few of my tears.

“Of course, can you walk?”

I nod but still accept his arm when he offers it. I sway slightly but manage to make it to the car without an incident. The drive home is not as awkward as I thought it would be, we didn’t talk but he refused to let my hand go. It was comforting the way his thumb drew circles around on the back of my hand. He drove the speed limit on the way back, giving me time to cool down before I have to deal with the dozens of questions that we both know are going to come.

Pulling up to the house Jiyong reaches for his door to walk me up, “It’s okay, I can walk to the door myself.”

“Let me walk you in,” He says sternly but I shake my head.

“I was stupid and drank too much of your probably thousand dollar bottle of wine and cried because people don’t like me on only our second time meeting. Let me have some self respect tonight.”

“Fine.”

I smile at him gratefully, “Thank you so much for a night Oppa, I had so much fun. I’m sorry for ruining it by crying.”

“I’m happy I was there to comfort you. We’re friends, it’s what I’m here for. If you ever need someone to talk to about this, I’m here. I’ve never been anyone’s person to call when they are upset, but I’d think I could do it for you.”

“So cheesy Oppa,” I laugh. “Thank you again for dinner and being a good friend, I’ll see you again.”

“Of course, you have a good night.”

I give him one last smile before getting out and going to the door. The door is surprisingly unlocked, but I still go inside, locking it behind me. Standing in the door for a minute a sad feeling settle in my belly when the whole house is dark. Did no one wait up for me even after throwing a fit about me going? It’s 1 in the morning so of course they went to bed, why would they wait up for me? I’m a big girl remember? I don’t need anyone to take care of me! Than why do I feel so small right now, why do I feel like crying at the fact that no one cared if I got home okay? Like the baby that I am I start to sniffle once again, not caring now that I’m alone how stupid I might look.

“Joo-ya?” Daddy calls from the living room.

“Daddy.” I say back in a small voice.

I hear him shuffling to me from the living room, “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“No one wanted to greet me,” I cry. “No one cared that I got home safe. But I’m a big kid so I shouldn’t cry about stupid things.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes I’m drunk! So you should be happy, I’m little right now. I’m small and weak and crying and all I want right now is a hug.”

His arms are around me in a second, holding me to him firmly, kissing my hair, “Why in the world is my baby crying?”

“Because no one was happy that I’m home, because I’ve been big lately. No one likes me when I’m big.”

“Baby, we love you all the time.”

“No!” I snap back pushing out of his embrace. “You have been avoiding me! You constantly ask me where is your little girl, where is she? I’m not always going to be in a little state of mind, why? Because I’m not a little kid! I’m fucking 17 years old. You guys tell me that you love me and that you’ll protect me but I’m calling bullshit on all of that because the moment I become myself you all treat me like I have the plague. I should just leave now before you guys get bored with me so I can still have some pride.”

His arms are around me again, holding me tighter, his is in the crook of my neck, “Don’t say things like that. You are not going anywhere.” He kisses me softly at first on neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw, just before he reaches my lips he says, “I’ll prove how much I love you.”

grasshoppa  asked:

Hc for RFA reacting to an mc who likes to shower them with kisses, but with each kiss she progressively says, "muah!" louder and louder until she's practically screaming in their face? My dad does this to my mom all the time and she's just pokerface about it lmao

I think we can all agree that kissing any of the RFA members would be magical! This is such a cute request so I made it as fluffy as possible! Thank you so much for your patience and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • One of Yoosung’s most favorite things in the world is your kisses
  • Like this boy won’t leave the house until you give him a goodbye kiss, it’s a very serious matter to him
  • And of course you love giving Yoosung kisses, because he has such a kissable face, but decided to try something new
  • Every time you would give him his goodbye kiss, you’d say ‘muah!’ and honestly this boy loved it
  • He didn’t mind that you’d start saying ‘muah’ in a loud, almost obnoxious volume
  • No, this boy found it to be simply adorable and would giggle every time you’d say it
  • He would be a bit startled whenever you’d basically scream ‘muah’ in his face but he wouldn’t mind because you could say it as loudly as you wanted as long as he got his kisses
  • Yoosung would always give you a small yet sweet kiss back whenever you’d kiss him although he was a little too embarrassed to say ‘muah’
  • “Your kisses are the best, MC! I love when you say ‘muah’ because it makes your kisses even better, if that’s even possible! You’re like my kissing queen!”

Zen

  • When Zen would kiss you, it was like being kissed by a love god
  • This boy’s kisses always seemed to leave you breathless and feeling hot even with a small kiss
  • But you wanted a break from the super passionate kisses and decided to try something new with Zen
  • You would stand on your tip-toes, since this boy was tall as heck, and give him a sweet kiss ending with a ‘muah!’
  • Zen adored this more lovable side to you, your little kisses and ‘muah’ noises made him blush all over from your cuteness
  • Sometimes, Zen would call you to come visit him while he was at his rehearsals just to give him a motivational kiss
  • When you started to say 'muah’ progressively louder, Zen would just love it even more
  • One day when you visited at the theater and practically screamed 'muah’ in his face, Zen was a bit surprised but fell in love with you even more
  • Zen would make you say 'muah’ after kisses in front of all of his co-actors to show them how adorable you are and just purposely kiss you all of the time
  • “You’re the cutest little thing, you know that MC? Your kisses always brighten my day so I’ll have to return the favor. C'mere MC, let me shower you with kisses my love!”

Jaehee

  • Jaehee would probably never get use to all of the kisses you gave her
  • But after coming home from a long day at work, Jaehee would always look forward to your sweet kisses
  • She was always a shy kisser but you knew that she enjoyed receiving them, so you wanted to try something fun with her
  • So when Jaehee would get home from work, you would give a cute 'muah!’ after each kiss
  • At first, Jaehee was confused but your weird noises but she grew to like them
  • But when you kept getting louder and louder with your 'muah’ noises, Jaehee was confused again
  • When you basically screamed 'muah’ in her face one night after a kiss, she finally asked what the heck you were doing
  • You shrugged and told her that you just felt like doing it because you thought it was cute and funny to see her flustered
  • For the sake of her eardrums, Jaehee asked you to tone down the yelling a bit but she really did think that your 'muah’ noises were adorable and wanted you to continue doing them
  • “I know I’m not very good at affection MC but I really like it when you do cute things like that. Here, let me try to give you a cute kiss myself although it may be awkward, I want to show you my love for you.”

Jumin

  • Kisses for Jumin were something that he wasn’t familiar with but they soon became something he cherished
  • You could give this man a small peck on the cheek or full-on French kiss him and he’d love it either way
  • The thing was that Jumin wasn’t the best kisser himself, so you decided to give him some fun practice
  • When you welcomed him home from work with his usual kiss, you added a small 'muah!’ afterwards
  • Jumin blinked in confusion and just assumed that you were saying weird things to be funny and let it slide
  • But everyday you’d give him his usual kiss and a 'muah’ but each time you were louder
  • This man has no clue what you were doing and just kind of went with it
  • Until one day when you gave Jumin his kiss and yelled 'muah!’ to him
  • Having no idea what to do, Jumin cradled the back of your head, kissing you and finished with his own obnoxiously loud 'muah!’
  • You couldn’t stop the giggles from escaping because hearing the stoic and all-business Jumin say 'muah’ was basically the cutest thing in the world
  • When you explained to Jumin that you just said 'muah’ for fun, he nodded and said that he wanted to do the same
  • “I did throughly enjoy saying 'muah’ when I kissed you. I think we should make saying 'muah’ after kissing a special thing that only the two of us say to each other, especially after a tough day, that way we can always make each other smile, MC.”

Seven

  • It was Seven’s goal to give you 707 kisses when the two of you started dating
  • But this boy loves his smooches and ended up reaching his goal three months into your relationship
  • So now it was your turn to think of something creative to do when giving Seven the kisses he deserved
  • You clapped your hands together as you thought of the perfect idea and started putting your plan into action right away
  • Seven turned around to receive his usual nightly kiss from you except this time you let out a 'muah!’ after the kiss
  • At first, Seven thought that it was a one-time thing but oh no you gave this boy so many kisses throughout the day and each time you would end them with a 'muah’
  • While most people would have found your actions annoying, Seven adored your new kissing quirk, even when you started screaming 'muah!’ after every kiss
  • Seven was amazed at your determination to keep ending kisses with 'muah’ whether it was during a stressful day at his computer or even during sexy time
  • One day, Seven randomly asked why you would say 'muah’ all of the time
  • You gave him another kiss and 'muah’ and said that you did it just because, no reason in particular
  • Seven crushed you with a hug, rubbing his cheek against yours in adoration
  • “You’re seriously the most adorable person in the world MC! How can you be so darn cute? I’m going to smother you in my own kisses as a thank you my little cutie!”
My Imagines #9

You stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself, and you couldn’t help but smile. The dark blue dress with long sleeves fitted you perfectly, besides it was really comfortable, and since you didn’t knew where your boyfriend would taking you, it was a good choice. While you were finishing putting your make up you heard a whistle and laughed, turning around to see Tom in the door looking at you. Anyone that sees him like that could tell he loves you.

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Tom: You look amazing darling.
Y/n: And you’re as handsome as always.

He smiled.

Tom: Can we go?
Y/n: Sure. But first, what shoes should I wear?
Tom: Anything comfortable.

You nod and get a pair of heels that were not that high. Because of Tom's height, you use that all the time so you won’t look like a dwarf by his side. You two hold hands and walk to the car. You’re so curious that you would’t stop looking around to see if you recognize any place you have been with him before.

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The car stopped in front of a disco, like the ones in the 70’s. You smiled and looked at Tom, that seems to be holding a laugh.

Tom: I assume you like it.
Y/n: Like it? Oh my God Tom, I love it! I’ve always wanted to come in a place like this to dance!
Tom: Well, what are we wating for then? Let’s get in!

You approach to kiss him soft, and he took your face in his hands to keep you close. When you get away from each other looking for air you whisper:

Y/n: I’ll give you a better “thank” when we get home, ok?
Tom: Whatever you say darling. But, yep, I like the idea.

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Soon as you get in you can hear old songs playing and see couples on the floor, dancing and having fun. After you two get a table and ask some drinks, you take Tom’s hand and go dance too. At first it was awkward, but soon you were sliding through the dancefloor.

When the song ends everyone applauses, and you two sit to drink and rest.

Tom: If you want to eat anything just tell me ok? This night is all about you, love.
Y/n: You keep like this, I’m loving. -You said, joking.
Tom: I will, love. As long as I can.
Y/n: That’s why I love you, you’re a perfect gentlemen.
Tom: Thanks ma’m. Now, do you give me the honor of dancing with me?
Y/n: Ain’t gotta ask me twice.

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Later, a lot later, you and Tom had headed to his apartment, where he asked you to spend the rest of the night. Once he had locked the door you approach and kiss him. His hands go to your face, and you deep the kiss, melting into each other. He leaded you to the bedroom, shoes, coat, tie and his shirt staying on the way.

Tom: I’ve gotta say, you’re a amazing dancer. I never thought you could dance or sing like that.
Y/n: Well, it’s not something I do all the time, just in special occasions.
Tom: So today was special?
Y/n: Everyday with you is, Tom.
Tom: Then I want you to sing for me every day.

You laugh and felt his mouth on your neck, kissing softly.

Y/n: I will. But not now. I owe you a “thanks”.
Tom: Come and pay me then, darling.

You smiled and kissed him again. That was going to be a long, long night.


(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ✧゚・: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ) I’m amazing. This is soooooooooooo big. Hope you like it. Kisses, Halo. \ (•◡•) /

Dark Bloom

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MOM I LOVE HIM

Description:The mysterious man you met at the library turns out to be your soulmate.

Genre:fluff

Sehun X Reader

The summer break was around the corner and for the first time in your life you had someone to spend the summer with.The man you loved,Oh sehun.His effect and entrance to your life was really sudden but effective.He made you feel like you were worth loving, you were beautiful and you were the only important person in his life.

He had been busy with work and now, he was moving which made him busier.You decided to help him carry the stuff and decorate the place since you had nothing to do.You wore sehun’s hoodie that he left at your place as a dress and left your house after taking your bag and some books about art history.

He had been visiting you constantly these days.He was sometimes tired from working too much.At times like those, you prepared him a bath and made him some tea with cookies.He fell asleep pretty soon.Sometimes,he would feel pressured and overwhelmed.You wouldn’t question and hug him.He often told you his worries and dreams at those days.

He seemed like a strong,poweful man from the outside, and he was, but he had another side of him.A side that he was only able to show to you.The side of him that carried worries and broke under pressure, the side of him that liked chocolate ice cream and cats.In his daily life, he wasn’t able to show his true feelings and his actions were often professional.You had seen him many times when he held himself back and didn’t say what he was thinking.But he was able to be himself around you.

You were about to walk to the metro station when you got a text.It was from Sehun.

“Come to my new place in 10 tonight” 

You didn’t have time to go to his new place before because you had finals and many exams but now that it was over,he had the perfect timing,as always.

You started to walk towards the metro station.Soon you found yourself in a seat listening to music.You were able to live without music but it made you feel calm and gave you time to think about things.

You started to think about Sehun.You loved him.It had been a long time since you loved someone.Your dad was the last one?Probably.You never loved your mother after she abandoned you because she wasn’t able to take care of you(!).After 3 months, you learned that she went on a vacation with a man to Bahamas.She was a witch.She never liked you and your father.Not that you knew anything about your father.She had told you a few things but your main source of information was a close friend of your dad’s.

You had been living on your own since you were 14 and it wasn’t easy.You always had to work,study,clean and beg people for money but now that you had sehun,it didn’t matter.

He wanted you to live with him since you had been dating for 3 months and it was more than enough for both of you to get to know each other.When you first met him, you wanted to know more about him and your thought still didn’t change.He was a odd man with many secrets and you wanted to know him but more importantly,you found yourself falling for him.

While you were trying to know everything about him, he seemed like he had no flaws.Every single thing he did seemed perfect.From his laugh to his bed hair, his cooking tasted bad it was perfect at the same time.The way he acted in front of people and his puppy face when he asked you to cook pizza at home.All of that was priceless and thats why you decided to stay with him, for the first time on your life,you were sure he was a perfect man.


When you arrived at sehun’s place, you saw many people carrying boxes and asking each other about where to put things.He liked things to be fast so thats why he had many employees, he also made sure he has the right employees so that they wouldn’t mess up.

You saw his secretary,Mrs.Sori,she was a beautiful women and was definitely suitable for a company like sehun’s.You knew that she was graduated from 3 universities and they were well known ones.

“Hey!!” she said walking closer to you.”I didn’t think our gallery girl would come” she said looking at you, smiling.

Thats what she called you.”Gallery girl”.Since you and sehun met at a gallery it made sense and you didn’t really care about what she called you unless it wasn’t a insult.

“Yea” you said looking at the men carrying stuff around.

“Not really talkative, are we” she said sighing.

You were never the talkative one.Even around sehun,he sometimes had choose the right words to make you talk.He mostly became the talkative and smiley one around you.You smiled of course, but it was hard for you to do so as you had been with all kinds of people and figured out that staying silent was the best action.

“Hm” you said, making a voice to confirm what she just said.

“Well,I’ll send the last pieces today so you can go and decorate the place after today.” she said smiling.

She was sincere.You didn’t meet sincere people often.It was true that you had been afraid of people but you made sure no one knew, especially sehun.He begged you to tell what happened but you were certain.No one could know.

“Ok.Thanks” you mumbled before starting to walk towards a store to buy some snacks.She held your hand before saying “dress nicely tonight”.

So Mr.Oh made sure everyone knew about the meeting you had with him.It wasn’t nice for him to tell her about his private life.


You were eating chips and watching your favourite variety show when your phone rang.It was from sehun.

“Hello?” you said.

“Why do you answer so coldly?” he said before giggling.

He had told you many times before that you should be more comfortable around people but he didn’t know that you had never been comfortable around people.Even your mother or classmates you saw everyday for 9 months.

“Anyways.You’re ready?” he said.

“For?” you said curiously.

“Tonight,of course,Dont tell me you forgot” he said bitterly.

“No….But its only 7 pm” you said.

You often forgot things,mostly your dates.It was weird because sehun was the busy business man having meetings all day and still remembering your date while you fall asleep or get lost like you usually do.You were a forgetful person.

“Well….I missed you…Can’t I come over?” he asked in a low voice that he knew made you feel weak.

“N-no.” you blurted out.”Don’t you have a meeting or something?” you asked.

“I don’t.I finished all my work early so that I could see you.” he said, his tone getting bolder.

“I’m busy” you said before hanging up.

He was always like this.He said “he couldn’t get enough of you” but it was all new for you.You weren’t used to being close to people all the time and he always wanted to see you.He cancelled trips and left meetings to meet you but you were just getting used to the level of intimacy.

You slowly started to get ready after the clock hit 9 pm.You weren’t planning on wearing something pretty but you remembered Sori’s words.”Dress nicely tonight”,she surely knew something.

You decided to put on a light, black dress that barely covered your legs and some sandals.It wasn’t that you cared about it too much but the girl made you feel suspicious.


You knocked the door for the 4th time.The building had doors opened with fingerprints but since it was your first visit, it didn’t have yours.You heard footsteps coming from the apartment.It was big and fancy which was totally opposite from your apartment.

Sehun opened the door slowly and you had to take a moment to adjust the view in front of you.

You hadn’t seen him in suits for a long time and now he was wearing a dress shirt with opened buttons and rolled up sleeves.He also had a tight black pant which showed he was just off from work.You could see half of his chest.His black hair fell perfectly onto his forehead and he smelled heavenly as always.

He looked ethereal.

He smiled widely when he saw you but he also needed a moment.

You were wearing a light black dress which could be seen as a transparent one.He could see the skin of your arms and your legs weren’t covered at all.Is she trying to test me? He thought.He hadn’t seen you for a long time, for 2 days.Your hair fell perfectly onto your shoulders and you smelled of roses.

You looked magnificent.

His smile faded for a few seconds and his eyes got darker but before you had the time to understand what was going on, he invited you inside and closed the door.

You immediately hugged him when he faced you.He held you tightly before taking your scent in.You hugged him for so long that your legs started to hurt.

“I missed you” you said before pulling yourself out of his embrace.

“I missed you more” he said, kissing your forehead.

You took a look around and turned around to face him.He was smiling widely at you.You missed this smile.You smiled back which surprised him.He missed your smile.

“Its biiiggg” you said exaggerating which made sehun laugh.

One by one, you went into all the rooms.The house was beautiful indeed.

“I could get you some pieces” he said putting his hands on his pocket.

You didn’t know whether he was testing you with his looks and actions but one thing you knew for sure was that,he looked good in that suit.

“Yea?” you said playing with your hair.Now,it was your turn.

“I….There’s another room” he said starting to walk slowly towards you.

“For you”


♡Final is soon y'all.I hope you liked it.Im planning on writing another series w/ lay let me know what you think.Nct dreams comeback made me so proud they all look so good my sons are all grown up Savin korea.anyways GET RICH♡

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