i just want to squish him and keep him in my pocket forever

Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah


Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”


You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”


“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?


I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.


Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.


This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.


Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.


I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.


Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.


It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.


Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.

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I don’t have any photos of my first two rats - My first was Pepper, a big lazy black boy. I brought him home from the shelter in a hat, and he used to fall asleep on my mom’s lap on the front lawn.

I only had Rocket for a few weeks because the poor little champagne baby had wet tail and we couldn’t save him.

Then there was Sugar.

Sugar was my baby. I fell in love with her when she was so little ans scared that all she did was sit in my hand and shake. And she grew up into the most loyal, personality-filled pet a kid could have. She fetched, she tormented the (100 pound) dog, she escaped one weekend I was away and my parents couldn’t catch her but she came running as soon as I got home. She came when I tapped a pattern on the floor, but ONLY to me. If she was on someone elses’ shoulder and I walked by, she would leap onto me. She stole stuff, she loved to be tossed in the air, she knew how to open her cage, and how to jump on juice boxes to get the juice out. I will forever have a place in my heart for spunky little rats with white forehead spots, because of her.

My next rats were a trio - Cassie (Sandcastle) was a big bear of a rat, forever good-natured and patient and with an unparalleled love of chasing feathers. Would take treats and stash them i the litter box for ages, never realizing I was just taking them back and giving her the same treats over and over.

Spotnick was so named because she came off adventurous at first, but she was a huge scardy-cat, and never trusted anyone but me to really handle her. Her trademark pose was just her nose and tail peeking out of a tissue box. She was forever hiding in an awkward-to-reach spot and making me panic thinking I’d lost her.

And then there was Squirt. Always tiny, and always full of spunk, she once managed to steal an entire package of milkbones an stash them in my sock drawer. She was forever pulling this trick to drink out my cups, and her sisters (Cas and Spot) never did figure out why their significantly heftier butts could never copy her without knocking the glass over. She used to run along at my heels when I walked around my room and never found a pocket she didn’t like.

A rescue-rat, Tai (or Tainy) was also a small rat, and was more commonly known as “The Pest”, Spotnick was the only older rat who ever had the patience for her antics. She stole things like a magpie, and was forever in your face, poking her pointy nose into whatever you were doing - or running off to explore places she wasn’t supposed to. I have very few photos of her because she was ever busy- she never stayed still.

Also a rescue, Gypsy was ever-calm, refused to drink out of a water bottle, and was more cuddly than many of my other girls.

Robbie(right) and Jakjak were a funny pair of sisters. Jakjak was a bit skittish  and always liked to nibble fingers a touch harder than was polite, and trick you into letting her go if she didn’t want to be caught, but she trusted ME, and had an adventurous streak that was fun to watch.

Robbie (Robin Hood) was a whiner (squeaked like crazy when Jak groomed her), but smart, and liked to both adventure and snuggle; she came to school with me a few times and always just fell asleep in my (or someone elses) sleeve.

For how similar they sometimes acted (and according to everyone else, LOOKED, even though I dont think they looked anything alike), they quarreled often and decided they didn’t want to live together int heir senior years.

Toby’s breeder told me he liked to he HIGH, and she was right - if he could climb something, he would. I once watched him scale my closet organizer to the top shelf. He would climb up to my desk then manage to ratty-parkour his way across three pieces of furniture to my bookshelf. He was forever a squeaker, and liked to scream when picked up in the hope you would let him go - the most adventurous male I’ve met, he was always trying to find a way to bust through the barriers I used to keep him in rat-proofed areas (and often succeeding).

Koda was my big squish (I could barely hold him with two hands without rat spilling over. he was BIG). He started as the smallest of his group (him, Toby and Badger came from the same breeder) but wound up the biggest. He was a big lazy snuggler, and when let out to free-range, was more likely to beg for a few treats then immediately find somewhere to sleep. His brothers would be exploring and he’d be napping in my laundry basket. I took him to stores and on walks all the time because he would stay in my hood, or in a purse and just chill.

And then there was Badger.

Ever since Sugar, I’d wanted another rat that got into my heart the same way she did. I swear it’s something about that white forehead mark, because I finally got my wish. I’ve loved all my ratty babies, but Sugar was Special, and Badger was too. From his gorgeously mismarked coloring to his dumbo ears, he stole my heart when I first saw him. And he kept it.

Because he LOVED to cuddle. He’d follow me around, begging to be picked up, he’d lay on my lap and nudge me if I stopped petting him. He loved riding around on my shoulder. He gave you kisses while you pet him. I once fella sleep while I had him out, and instead of wandering off into the apartment, when I woke up, he was snuggled into the side of my neck, napping with me. He loved every second of attention he got.

Badger passed away yesterday. He was my last rat.

I’ve developed an allergy to them, and I feel like I need to move on to rat-less stages of my life. But Badger, well, I’m glad HE was the last - my rat-love has been FULFILLED. I don’t plan on getting any more rats for a long time, if ever, so I’m glad my last rat was a REALLY REALLY good rat.

I mean, they were ALL good rats. I feel like, when you grow up with pets, you learn just as much about life from them as you do from other people, and I’ve learned a LOT from my rats.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that rats are some of the most amazing, charismatic, lovable animals I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.

And to all my ratty babies, I guess what I’m trying to say is Thank You.

Arachnophobia (Snowbaz AU)

Simon’s terrified of spiders

– Simon –

I look around at the boxes stacked in the living room and kitchen of my new apartment. I just got finished with the bedroom and I’ve finished most of the living room, pulling out photos of me and Penny to put on my nightstand and unpacking some sheets for tonight. Penny helped me move the couch up and into place but she had to go meet Micah at the airport a couple of hours ago. I glance at my phone and decide to be done for the night, well morning I guess. It’s three a.m.

I tiredly shrug off my t-shirt and jeans and head into my new bathroom. I dig around in a few boxes before pulling out shampoo and soap and moving to turn on the shower.

It’s then that I see it. Big and black, skulking at the bottom of the tub. All eight eyes staring evilly at me. I let out an embarrassingly loud shriek of fear and scramble out of the bathroom. I fucking hate spiders. They have eight legs which is far too many. No one needs so many legs and the way they crawl sends shivers up my spine. I make it out of my apartment and slam the door behind me, breathing heavily. I cannot go back in there until that spider is dead and gone. But I left my phone inside so I can’t call Penny for backup. It’s either spend the night out here or find someone to kill that monster so I can take my shower and get some sleep.

I glance up at the door across the hall. This isn’t exactly how I planned to meet my new neighbor, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I need help. I push myself up off my door and walk across the hall, raising my hand to knock.

– Baz –

I wake up to loud bangs on my door and glance at my phone. Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning. I yawn and sit up, tiredly pulling on some pants. I comb my fingers through my hair and open my door.

A cute boy who I don’t recognize is standing in front of me. Practically naked. He’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs, which are cupcake print. His curly bronze hair is a mess, sticking up from his head in all directions and his eyes are wide. He has moles freckling his cheeks.

And shoulders.

And chest.


I pull my eyes back up to his face because Aleister fucking Crowley I don’t even know this guy’s name.

“Oh thank Merlin!” he says. “I just moved in and I’m sorry to wake you up like this but there is a spider in my bathtub but I need to shower and I’m really fucking terrified of spiders but I can’t call Penny and—” I can’t focus because I’m barely awake and this hot adorable boy is standing in front of me begging me to go back to his apartment and I need to stop thinking about this.

If this were anyone else I would just slam the door in their face, but I feel bad for the poor boy so I sigh and walk forward, shutting my door behind me. He turns and I follow him across the hall and into his apartment, trying not to stare at his ass.

His apartment is sparse. I can tell he’s just moved. Boxes are stacked everywhere and the only other thing in the living room is a couch. He heads through his bedroom (also pretty bare except a mattress with sheets on the floor and some pictures of him and a girl with purple cat-eye glasses) and into the bathroom. He turns to face me and points at the tub where I see I tiny spider.

I try not to laugh but can’t keep the small smirk off my face as I see what he is so terrified of.

“Hey,” he says, trying to act more upset than he actually is. “Don’t judge me. They’re creepy as fuck.”

I shrug, still smiling. “Do you have tissues?”

“I think so.” He says and turns, digging through a box before triumphantly pulling some out.

I grab one and squish the spider neatly, balling up the tissue and handing it to him. He takes it carefully, holding it by two fingers as if the spider will suddenly come back to life and crawl out.

He takes it to the kitchen and tosses it in the trash. I follow behind him and stop in his living room, leaning against the back of his couch.

“Right, thanks…”

“Baz,” I supply.

“Thanks, Baz.”

“and  you are?”

“oh, Simon! I’m Simon.” He smiles at me and Crowley his smile lights up his entire face.

I stare until I realize I’ve been staring and shake myself out of it.

“I should…” I gesture towards the door.

“Yeah. Right. Of course.” He says, following me to the door.

“Thanks again.” He says as I leave.

I turn and smile at him. “Anytime. See you around, Simon.”

“Night Baz.”

I head back into my apartment and toss and turn trying to get a freckled chest and sunny smile out of my head, finally falling asleep.

– Simon –

After the hot boy next door leaves I shower and try to get some sleep. I’m up again at six a.m. and can’t get his deep red gold skin and dark flowy hair out of my head. I get up off my bed and walk across the hall, not sure what I’m even going to say.

He opens the door almost immediately, this time wearing a shirt and jeans (and Merlin do they look good on him). He smirks at me and leans against the door frame.

“Simon.” He says, his steel eyes burning into me. “Long time no see.”

“I figured I should thank you for coming to my rescue last night. I mean, it was at an ungodly hour and you still decided to help a stranger in only his underwear kill a spider.” I say. I take a breath.

“What I mean to say, is: want to go get coffee with me?”

He smiles at that and pushes himself off the door frame, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Give me ten minutes.”

anonymous asked:

Can you junkrat finding a little girl (9-10) in the middle of a desolate city? he just like "this is now my kid"

I’m sorry this took forever. My car got broken into and then I received a ticket because of it the day after. So… I’m not well emotionally for mentally right now.

Sorry for any mistakes as well.

Rubble. Debris. Broken and destroys builds. The ruins of a once thriving Australian city.

The junkers leisurely make their way through the empty town, having just finished killing off the bandits following them and leaving Junkrat is in a considerably good mood. The two search through a few buildings for anything of use for a while before continuing on further through the landscape.

Junkrat cackles as he speeds up ahead and turns down another barren street. But as he stops at one building to rip apart an old machine for parts, something softly tumbles to the ground behind him, bouncing against his leg to a stop. He quickly snaps around with his frag launcher ready, but comes to a screeching halt when he sees a tiny figure crawling on the ground.

It’s you.

It a kid. A little girl. A very dirty one at that with horrible unevenly cut hair, tattered clothing, and bruises of all stages on your little body. For a moment, Junkrat is too stun to move or think. Kids, especially one so young looking, are a rare thing in the desolate irradiated outback. The few that are somehow still alive are commonly sold from one person to another. So to find you by yourself is quite the surprise. A freaking cool surprise.

You look up at the man and then back to the ground to the item you were trying to sneakily reach for. Following your gaze, he finally sees the rotten half eaten apple that caused this interaction. You must be staving if you decided that trying to get the rotten food was worth the risk of getting caught by him.

Junkrat kicks away the decomposing food, but not out to malice as he wears a smile. “Ya don’ want that. It’ll make ya sick.”

You clamber to your bare feet, but you don’t actually look like you’re that scared of him. Which is bad. You should be. All kids should just automatically be afraid of all adults. Don’t you realize what could happen to you?

“ ‘ere.” He digs out a squished candy bar from his pocket. It’s kind of melted and the wrappers all crinkled up but it’s still good enough to eat. “you can have this, sheila.”

He hands it too you and you study it for a moment before tearing away the paper and scarfing it down. The chocolate smears a bit on your face and it makes the junker laugh again. Looking around, Junkrat sees no one else around. So he shrugs and offers you his hand.

“Ya still hungry? I got more if ya come with me.” He pauses for a second, thinking. “I also got a buddy who’s big and mean and can keep ya safe. What do ya say? Wanna come with?”

Most would expect you to run away, but oddly enough you don’t. You just shrug your shoulders and nod, the prospect of more food all too enticing, following after his excited form as he goes to leave the shattered building remains.

Upon returning to Roadhog and their bike, the heavier man points down at you and harshly asks, “what’s that thing doing here?”

It doesn’t even phase Junkrat. “It’s a kid! A little girl! I found ‘em while lookin’ for stuff. I’m gonna keep 'em!”

You and the large man stare at each other before he sighs and shakes his head. “You better take care of them, cause I’m not going to.”

Having been around too much shit already in life, you aren’t scared to tug on Junkrat’s pants and hold you hand out, pointing to your stomach.

“All 'ight, shelia,” he cackles as he takes your much smaller hand into his. “I gotta a while heapa food for ya right here.”

@hpwritersnet | PROMPT TWO: JAMES & LILY

SUMMARY: Lily is out for a night of celebrating the end of the semester with her friends at their favourite bar OR “That asshole stole my song at karaoke night” AU


Lily was admittedly already slightly tipsy. To be fair, she had been drinking since two in the afternoon and it was now seven. Really it was amazing she was only tipsy and not at the other end of the sobriety scale. She would have been proud of that fact had she not been trying to wing her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror for the last 15 minutes. As such, she was growing increasingly frustrated and her short temper was rearing it’s ugly head. She heard footsteps growing closer down the hallway, and was relieved to see Emmeline poke her head through the bathroom door.

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psh yeah I totally followed the prompt yeah totally definitely

just kidding i cheated a lot srry

-birthday surprise-

pairing: gruvia (duh)

summary: “I love you, Stripper.”

sidenote : how I imagine –>this<– au series when they all grown up


“…Happy birthday Juvia!” Lucy cheered, and suddenly my apartment lights flickered on to reveal a small cast of my friends crowded around my kitchen table, an ice cream cake decoratively placed in the center.

I, of course, was comically pushed up against the wall in a defensive position, embarrassed that I had actually thought someone had broke into my apartment. I saw the door open and immediately assumed I was under attack, I guess. Under attack b Lucy’s affection, more like.

“We love you, Juvi-bean!” Lucy cackled, squishing her cheek up next to mine and blowing some tiny bubbles in my face.

“Hurry up already, the cake is melting!” I heard Erza bark from somewhere behind Evergreen.

“Good lord, save the cake!” I cried, mostly just to humor Erza.

Levy began cutting out tiny pieces, per Lucy’s instructions, apparently we were all collectively on some diet she had recently invented, or something.

“Come on, come on, Juvia, you have to open presents now! Mine’s the best!” Lucy insisted, yanking my arm around like she had just assumed it was already dislocated and could move every-which-way.

“Calm down, I haven’t even gotten cake yet,” I insisted, hoping to put a small delay on Lucy’s excitement. Last year she had gotten me a double date with her and Natsu, which hadn’t turned out well, at all. As in, a restaurant burned down and I’m pretty sure Natsu was formally charged with aggravated assault. Not sure how it all quite happened, but it did, and I will be forever wary of Lucy’s impending presents.

”Hurryup. Hurryup. Hurryup. Hurryup.” She repeated robotically as I ate, slow as syrup. I had enough time to converse with my friends before Lucy finally did manage to drag me to the front of the room for my ceremonial birthday gifting, or whatever she calls it.

“Ladies and gentlemen – presenting Juvia Lockser on her twenty-third birthday, looking not a day over fifteen-“

Ok, wow Lucy. Way too young.

“-stunning as ever. We all came here to celebrate another day, in her god-given life,” Lucy pretended to wipe a tear dribbling down her cheek. “Happy birthday Juvia. I love you the most.”

“She’s lying!” Erza yelled, just to piss off Lucy.

“-Oh whatever Erza, you’re only here because of Dairy Queen!” lucy smarted, before looking down at me evilly. “and now, without further ado…”

Lucy’s cool hands slipped behind the back of my neck and flipped my hair over the back of my shoulders gently.

“Close your eyes~” she whispered creepily, and for a short second I thought back to the time I had tricked her into thinking Erza and I were lesbian lovers. No Lucy! I don’t swing that way, I swear-

The blindfold brought silence to my world of sight and immediately I regretted even coming home. Even sleeping on the park bench would’ve been better than whatever the hell was about to go down.

I let myself be dragged outsie my apartment, and down a flight of stairs, I think, and into another apartment, Lucy’s, I suspected.

“Have fuuuunn!” I heard Lucy prattled, spinning me into the room and slamming the door shut behind me. I scrambled to tear off my blindfold, only to find that the room I was now locked in was still pitch black.

“What the hell-“ I fumbled for a light switch and failed, making hand-slapping noises that resonated through the empty apartment.

At least, I assumed it was empty.

My eyes blinked fervently to adjust to the darkness, and soon enough I could make out shapes and blobs of furniture. That didn’t stop me from slamming my toes into a counter.

Ow, son of a-“

I felt a hand slip over my mouth and I bit it instinctively.

“Juvia, jesus what the hell is wrong with you!”

The hand pulled away. “Sorry. I thought you were Hannibal Lector.”

Gray sighed. “Oh yeah, happy birthday Juvia! We brought you an iconic cannibal! Have fun!”

“Very funny, but we’’re talking about Lucy here. Anything could happen.” I reasoned smartly. “Where’s the light switch?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” he admitted. “We’re here to have some fun…”

Even with the lights out, I could perfectly picture his fingers wiggling dramatically.

“Did you bring Mario Kart?” I asked hopefully.

No,” he answered, most likely scowling. “Even better.

I heard a scarping sound, like when a seven year old rips the Velcro off of their sneakers on their way indoors.

“…What the hell was that?”

I could hear Gray grinning.

“Lucy bought them for me.” He explained partly, followed by another similar sound.

“That doesn’t-“

“She paid me twenty bucks to do this.”

“Gray, what-“

Another Velcro sound.

“Gray, what the hell is happening!” I demanded, reaching blindly for something to grab, like his throat. He easily swatted me away with a patient ­tut-tut-tut.

“No touching, not yet…” He jeered. Another Velcro sound. I almost screamed.

“Gray, if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m gonna start screaming.” I threatened. Another Velcro sound.

“One.” I counted.


“Two,” I continued.


“Three,” I said with finality, reathing in to let out a nice scream, only to have y mouth be met by his hand once again.

“Sh-h, goodness, you’ll give the neighbors a heart attack,” he warned. “Don’t worry, I’m almost done…”

“Gray, this is creepy as fuck, tell me what’s going on or-“


“Aaaand, all done!” He announced, one of his hands winding around my waist and pressing my body up against his.

“Ah! What the fuck, Gray is that your junk?!” I screeched, pushing him away from me with impressive force.

“Heh-heh. No, that’s the sock puppet I keep in my front pocket.”

Gross, if you think this is romantic, you’re dead wrong, you crackbab-“

He put something I  my hand made out of cloth and I realized he wasn’t lying about the sock puppet. It was filled with cotton balls and I stifled the urge to laugh out loud.

“Gray…” I asked testily.


“Are you…naked?”


“How naked?”

“Fifth base.”

“What sport has five bases?”

“Love, Juvia. Love has five bases.”

Coming to an odd conclusion, I spoke again. “Gray…were you just wearing stripper pants?”

“I told you Lucy gave them to me.” He answered. “They were freakishly comfortable, but I’m kind of afraid to find out who had them before me.”

“Stop.” I advised, loosening my grip on his shoulders and relaxing into him.

“I really don’t think you want me to, birthday girl…” he rasped, and I felt something poke my collarbone gently.

“Did you just lick me?”

“Shut up! I’m trying to be sexy.” He whined.

“…But you totally just licked me!”

“You taste like lavender.”

“You’re really sweaty.”

“You love me.” He accused, lifting me off my feet so I was hovering inches off the ground, his hands firmly wrapped around my thighs and the front of my legs squishing against his inevitably bare chest.

“A little bit, yeah.”

“You love me a lot. You obsess over me. You write Mrs. Gray Fullbuster all over your journals-“

“What journals?”

“-And you dream about ravishing me, and you always want to impress me-“

Ravishing? Are we talking about me, or Jellal?”

“-say it.”

“Say what?” I inquired, pressing my finger against what I assumed was his lips. It was still dark, so I only got the confirmation I deserved when he licked my finger.

“You know.” He hinted almost shyly.

“I love you, Stripper.”

“Knew it.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re heavy.” He tossed me up to regain a better grip on my legs. “…you do know there’s a reason why Lucy locked us in here, right?”

“Sure do,” I responded, swooping down and kissing his forehead. I was aiming for his lips, but close enough anyways.

He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of old potatoes and strolled towards the bedroom. And the only thing keeping us from it was a few run-ins with the wall, and the coffee table and the couch.


they are dork dork dorky dorks in bed and u know it.

Title: Tomorrow, For Sure
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Genre: This isn’t your average every day fluff, this is ADVANCED FLUFF.
Warnings: You may or may not get a tooth ache from how fukn sweet this is
Request: Y’all thought lol
A/N: I’m shit I know I’m sorry

It had been weeks, maybe even a full month since you and your boyfriend, Steve, had been able to have a quiet evening together. Something was always coming up, whether it was paperwork for you, missions for him, friends in town, Tony Stark throwing a party, whatever. It was getting old, only being able to see each other when you go to bed, sometimes not even then. You hadn’t spent more than ten minutes together in what felt like forever, and you were both being affected by it. “Tomorrow, for sure,” you both would say to each other, mostly just to let the other person know that you, in fact, wanted to spend more time with them. Then tomorrow would roll around and you’d be busy, so you repeated the phrase. It was almost your second way of saying “I love you.”

Steve had just left for the day when you woke cursing the sunlight that was creeping through the crack in the curtains. It was like clockwork; the moment the front door closed, you were awake, wishing he had at least kissed you goodbye before leaving. You didn’t have much time to be upset, however, because when you checked the clock you did a series of gymnastics to get out of bed. You were so late for work; you may as well have just called in sick for the day.

You were in and out of the shower in five minutes flat, not even bothering to dry your hair. Your uniform was a wrinkled mess, but you didn’t have the time to fix it. You stuffed a bagel in your mouth and grabbed your keys, water dripping from your hair down the back of your neck and soaking your shirt. It was going to be one of those days, you could already tell. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you pulled it out, reading the text from your coworker that crossed the screen. “So sorry to hear about your aunt, Y/N! Hope you enjoy your day off, though!” it read.

“What?” you said out loud, your voice muffled by the bagel between your teeth. You wondered how to respond, but mostly you wondered what was going on with your aunt.

The sound of jingling keys and a door knob turning caught your attention. You turned toward the front door and watched Steve walk back in, a look of confusion on his face.

“What are you doing home?” you asked, taking the bagel out of your mouth.

“Nat called and told me I had the day off,” he said, scratching the back of his head and tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter.

“Apparently I have the day off too,” you said, showing him the text.

“That’s weird,” Steve said, placing his hands on his hips.

Just then, both of your phones went off at the exact same moment. You looked at Steve, his expression mirroring yours. When you looked at your phone, it was a text from Tony which read, “You’re welcome :-)”

It suddenly clicked and you placed your phone down on the table, laughing at the situation. Steve read the text as well, his eyebrows still knitted together.

“’You’re welcome’?” Steve muttered aloud, not having put two and two together.

“Steve, Tony gave us both the day off,” you explained, watching his expression change as he finally understood. Steve squeezed his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling slowly before exhaling. You ran a hand through your still soaking hair and chuckled, wondering what Tony had told your boss regarding your aunt.

“So, how does a date in the park sound?” Steve asked, his eyes still closed but a smile on his face.

“I think that sounds perfect,” you said, “but I need to go dry my hair first.”


You were sprawled out on your back across a blanket, Steve next to you on his side. The sun warmed your skin and hair as clouds floated above, providing shade every few minutes. Steve was watching you silently, drinking in your features and running his fingers over the skin of your exposed thigh. It was a warm day, so you’d decided to wear shorts, and you were glad you did. Steve’s touch never failed to give you butterflies, especially on your bare skin.

“Nat keeps asking me when we’re gonna start having kids,” Steve said softly, amusement in his voice.

“What do you tell her?” you asked, messing with the material of the blanket.

“I tell her that we’re not even married,” he said, “So then she asks when that’s gonna happen, because she wants to help you pick out a dress.”

“That’s fair,” you chuckled, “I trust her sense of fashion.”

“Wanda wants to be your maid of honor,” Steve said, his smile growing, “Can you imagine Wanda in a bridesmaids dress?”

“I’ll be sure to pick out the most ridiculous bridesmaid dresses,” you laughed, “Y’know, if we ever get married.”

When we get married,” Steve corrected, “I will marry you someday, Y/N.”

“What if I say no?”

“You wouldn’t, I know you.”

“Are you sure? This is the first time we’ve had a real conversation in like, a month.”

“Oh, come on. I know you’d say yes.”

“You’re right. How could I say no to a face like that?”

You turned on your side and placed your hands on either side of Steve’s face and squished his cheeks, making him laugh and pull your hands away. He laced his fingers with yours and became lost in your eyes, unable to break away from your gaze.

“So what’dya say?” Steve asked, “Wanna get married?”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” you replied, squeezing his hands.

“Tomorrow, for sure, Y/N.”

free trial pt 9

Originally posted by laygion

pt 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10  11 12 13 14 15 ( #1 ) ( #2 )

idol: sehun ( exo )
genre: angst & fluff
a/n: sorry i haven’t posted this next part!! i made this extra long for you guys. it…might suck lol idk i wasn’t too happy how this one came out, i just wanted to get to the end so it’ll feel kinda rushed. i didn’t proof read either so ignore all the mistakes. ps THANK YOU FOR 500!!! HOLY SHIT ILY GUYS

The weekend approached, the students at your high school relieved that they would finally have a break. Fortunately, the teachers lightened up the homework load. The homework for this weekend was to enjoy themselves. With exams soon approaching, teachers spared their lives.

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Well, I was planning to cover my face but then the context of some of the photos would be lost so heck, here’s my fugly mug! This is just a small token of appreciation for the SPN fandom on tumblr for getting me hooked on Supernatural and introducing me to JIBCon. It’s because of y'all that I got this amazing experience.

All I ask is that you keep these strictly on tumblr and in this post. Do NOT edit/manip/copy these and post elsewhere please. Thanks!

I was actually supposed to have a Jared solo (planned pose was to put our hands together and compare them coz he reportedly has HUGE hands) and a J2 (planned for the standard sandwich) but due to Jared being unable to attend, I switched my Jared POs for the Rich/Rob double, Tahmoh, and Mark. I was planning to buy them anyway so somehow it worked out ok, even though we all missed Jared terribly.

And now some notes:

Mark - He was very intimidating (umm… King of Hell?) and I almost didn’t ask for the pose but I gathered some courage and asked him if he could cover my eyes in a “Guess who?” pose. He agreed and had already settled behind me, hands over my eyes, while I awkwardly stood there. And again, with some last minute courage, I put my hands up on his and made an “o” with my mouth. And can I just say, I unexpectedly LOVE this pic the most!

Felicia - she was so adorable and so WHITE! I swear I am not that dark/tan! But yeah, I asked her for a selfie pose (but stupidly I didn’t actually take a selfie. Sigh) and she loved it! After the shot she goes “I love it! That’s so meta! I want to see the result!” So later when I go for my autograph with her, I showed her the photo and she again said she loved it. 😄 And then we chatted real quick about books (I gave them a ribbon bookmark each) and how we both prefer old fashioned hard copy versus e-books.

Tahmoh - He was so TALL! I didn’t really have a pose in mind for him, so when I walked up and we greeted each other and he just opened up his arms wide, looking at me expectantly… Well, heck, who was I to protest the big hug??? He was chewing gum so he smelled minty fresh. 😊

Rich/Rob - They were kinda chatting and greeted me warmly when I walked up. I didn’t have a pose in mind for this too so when Rich put his arm around me, I just went with it and slid mine around their waists. I regret not going for hugs! Coz I heard Rob gives the best hugs. And I totally regret not buying a Rob solo PO. I fell in love with this adorable man-child during the con. Sigh… Next year, I’m gonna squish the fuck out of him. 😅

Jensen/Misha - I showed them the photo I saved on my phone, with essentially the same pose but instead of smiles, I asked them to look really intimidating instead. My headcanon is that they are extremely clingy, over-protective big brothers, out to intimidate the shit out of my date. Lol. I still cannot get over this!! Oh, and I think I cropped it out but Misha’s butt was totally way out there, since he was trying to avoid pressing his crotch to Jensen’s hands on my waist. 😂

Jensen singles - One was supposed to be the J2 double but I got 2 singles instead. Jensen was such a dear, all of them were, because they all took on more photos and autographs to accommodate Jared’s absence. But I get the feeling Jensen took most of it on.

Anyway, I did both photos one after the other. I went for the “bully” pose first, showed him the concept shot and he goes “Ok, yeah, I can do that.” And before I even got my phone stashed away in my back pocket, I feel this incredibly heavy weight on top of my head. The stupidly hot dork had already started on the pose! So I cross my arms and roll my eyes in a long-suffering way for the shot.

The next one was just an improvised pose, luckily I had my FBI Sam with me coz I asked someone from the US to buy it for me at Hot Topic and she gave it to me at JIB. I just asked Jensen to kind of comfort me since Jared wasn’t there. So he grabs my head and presses it to his chest while I hold FBI Sam and pout. I was so flustered by Jensen’s presence that I totally forgot to look into his gorgeous eyes! Ugh. Next year for sure….

Misha - Well, what can I say. We all know Misha can’t keep his tongue to himself so I just went with what came naturally for him and asked him to pretend lick my face. He grinned at me and said, in no uncertain terms, a decisive “YES!” while clasping his hands together. So when I hesitantly take a step towards him, he drapes himself over me and sticks his tongue close to my face. Of course, I pretend to back away but really, if he had decided to lick me for real, I would not wash my face forever! The photographer took a long time for some reason, so I kinda had Misha wrapped around me for a while. Not complaining.

Richard - He’s just such a lovely man! There was a bit of trouble with the camera so it took a while to get the session started. But we got there and when I showed him the concept shot saying “I’d like to do this to you, if you’re ok with that.” He takes a look and goes “You got it!” He then proceeds to squat down in front of me and let me smoosh his cheeks. I just adore him! And then afterwards, I thanked him and went in for a hug, which he happily gave along with a parting squeeze.

Osric - My last PO for JIB. I was super exhausted by this time that the pose I had in mind for him sort of flew out the window and when I went up to him, all I could say was “I just want a hug.” He smiled and basically crushed me to his torso. And I’m not sure what happened, he didn’t let go for a long time so I kind of was awkwardly hugging him and he started a series of really loud burps. 😅 After that he looks at the photographer and asks “We got it?” To which the photographer says yes and gives a thumbs up. He finally lets go of me and I instinctively pat him on the chest asking “Are you ok?” He smiled down at me and says “Yes, thanks, I just burped.” Lol. I grabbed my bag, and only later, when I got out of the photo op room did I realize that HOLY SHIT!!! I actually touched Osric’s rock hard abs and I didn’t even realize it!! Those are some solid bumps that my palm came in contact with. 😄

And there it is! Sharing my JIB photo op experience with y'all!

anonymous asked:

In celebration of Gemma's birthday today, can we have a little Niall and Gem baby teaser, just something that everyone has been asking for. Maybe a little follow on from the last thing you posted. Please, please, please. Lots of love. xx

Shall we jump ahead a little bit and do something birthday related? 

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PG-13 // major fluff

Warning: Kyungsoo is super super super squishy and may cause suffocation

Summary: Kyungsoo accidentally gets his leg stuck in the hole of a baby’s swing and has to call Jongin to help him get out of it.

(P.S. sorry for any typos I might have missed)


“What the hell hyung?” Jongin asked after he received a very panicked call from Kyungsoo. Now here he was, on a playground, trying to pull him out of a baby’s swing.

“I know! I’m sorry! Please just hurry before anybody sees me.” Kyungsoo’s face was blood red from humiliation and the fact that his blood circulation was being interrupted by the tight plastic around his thigh. He averted his eyes from Jongin’s as he chewed his lower lip. His toes curled and he shifted in the tiny seat, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Jongin pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and walked around Kyungsoo in a circle, looking for the easiest way to grab Kyungsoo and pull him out. “Can you at least explain to me how you managed to get trapped in a child’s swing? Why did you even try to use it?” He asked as he poked at Kyungsoo’s thigh from his back, smiling when it squished in with his shirt. Kyungsoo flinched and turned to face Jongin, with a surprised look on his face before allowing the swing to turn back to its original direction with his back towards the male behind him.

“I was just going to stand in it like I used to do in high school,” Kyungsoo sighed, “but my foot slipped and my leg got stuck.” He explained his incident to Jongin quietly.

“Well I only wish I had been there to witness the graceful sight of you, a 60 kg, twenty-two year old man, falling into a tiny swing meant for two year olds.” Jongin chuckled, finding his grip on Kyungsoo’s waist finally. “You ready?” Jongin asked and Kyungsoo nodded cutely with his lip captured under his top teeth and a faint blush still painting his cheeks. His hair fell over his eyes and he flipped his head to the side to move his bangs out of the way.

After the count of three, Jongin pulled up on Kyungsoo’s body, his hands moving his shirt up until his cute belly was exposed and Jongin’s hands were under his armpits, forcing his shoulders up to his ears.

“Jongin~” Kyungsoo complained and Jongin let go, the smaller slumping back in the tiny seat. Jongin barely got Kyungsoo to even budge. He stepped back and placed his hands on his hips, taking a large breath and slowly letting it out between thick lips in a deep sigh.

“I don’t know Soo.” He huffed, shaking his head, “you seem pretty stuck in there.” His chest expanded and deflated in one short breath‘ha’. “I should get a picture of you while you’re still too helpless to stop me though. I could get a lot of likes on Tumblr.” He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it and tapping on his camera. He lifted his phone and steadied it with his hands, fitting as much of Kyungsoo in its frame as possible.

Kyungsoo stayed squirming in the swing and whined desperately, begging him not to take a photo. The imitating sound of a camera shutter stilled Kyungsoo in his motions.

“You’re too late hyung. Now your embarrassing moment is captured forever and about to be shared with everyone on the Internet.” Jongin teased. He smiled while taking a second look at the photo of a pathetic man in a baby swing. “So what should I tag it with?” Jongin laughed and expected to hear Kyungsoo whining and pleading him not to. But instead, the only sounds to meet his ears were that of leaves rustling, cars in the distance and the occasional squeak from the metal links of the swing rubbing together; no whiny complaints or small embarrassed squeaks and groans. Jongin looked at Kyungsoo to find his head tilted down towards the ground. “Soo?”

“Please don’t,” Kyungsoo’s voice whispered. It was quiet and shaky. “Please don’t post it Jongin, please.” He sniffed and raised his hand to wipe at his nose.

“Oh Kyungsoo,” Jongin cooed, putting his phone back in his pocket as he rushed to grab Kyungsoo’s face with his hands. “Don’t cry Soo,” he soothed, wiping away the wet trails from Kyungsoo’s puffy cheeks. “I was just joking.”

“I’m sorry,” Kyungsoo replied, his voice frail and cracking, “it’s just so embarrassing and-” his sentence was cut off from his small tiny hiccup. Jongin almost melted. He pulled Kyungsoo’s head into his chest and shushed him.

“No, it’s okay. I was being mean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you about this.” He rocked their bodies back and forth, although awkwardly, due to the way Kyungsoo was bent in the swing. “Sorry hyung.” He apologized. “Now let’s get you out of there okay?” He asked and Kyungsoo felt a small smile twitch on his equally small face.

“But you’ve already tried.” He hiccuped again.

“Yes. But I can still try more! Don’t worry Soo, I will get you out of there, even if it takes me all night!” Jongin wrapped his hands around Kyungsoo’s waist and gripped him tightly, “Kyungsoo, try holding onto me so it’s easier to pull you out.“ Kyungsoo nodded quietly and reached out his arms towards Jongin, sniffing. “Hey, are you okay?” Jongin asked with concern as he pulled his arms back and grabbed Kyungsoo’s chin so he would look at him.

“It hurts Jongin,” Kyungsoo whimpered and Jongin felt himself melt at the sight of the adorable marshmallow of a man, who acted more like a five year old than his own age. He couldn’t help but feel his face relax and drop in a sympathetic expression. “My leg,” Kyungsoo continued to whimper and sniffle, “It’s starting to hurt a lot Jongin.” At the mention of his name coming from Kyungsoo in such an innocent way, Jongin hugged Kyungsoo tightly and rubbed his back.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be out soon, just wrap your arms around me and hold tight.” Jongin retightened his grip on Kyungsoo’s waist and the smaller tentatively curled his own arms around Jongin’s neck, burying his face in the chest pressed against him, not noticing how the heart under his ear pounded louder and quickened in pace. “Alright,” Jongin said, catching Kyungsoo’s attention away from the noises escaping his chest, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay here longer? You haven’t grown attached to this swing have you?” He teased.

“No.” Kyungsoo replied sternly, “I hate it.” His voice made Jongin guess that Kyungsoo was pouting.

“Ok then,” He laughed, “Let’s get you out of here so we can go home and eat ice cream in front of the tv with blankets okay? That sounds nice right?”

“Jongin?” Kyungsoo whispered into his shirt. Jongin hummed an ‘uh-huh?’ and then Kyungsoo hesitated for a couple seconds, only letting out silence.

“I like listening to your chest rumble when you talk.” He said and Jongin stopped. Suddenly, every point of contact between him and Kyungsoo burned with an intense heat and was constant in his mind. His hands felt like stone on Kyungsoo’s waist and every breath that steamed out of Kyungsoo’s mouth seemed to wrap around his neck and warm his entire body.

“Uh…” Jongin’s words felt like they were being blocked and couldn’t transfer from his mind to his voice. ‘Good, because I like your head on my chest,’ he wanted to say but, Kyungsoo’s arms around him seem to drain his breath.

“Ah, I’m sorry. That sounded weird.” Kyungsoo flushed and squirmed a bit in Jongin’s hold.

” No!“ Jongin quickly shouted, "it’s okay. Not weird, cute.” He smiled and felt Kyungsoo’s hands on his back tighten as he relaxed into his chest again. “On three, I’ll pull you out. Ready?”

“Yes,” Kyungsoo replied slowly, feeling warm against Jongin’s chest with his heartbeat against his ear.

On the count of three, Jongin started pulling Kyungsoo out. He felt him move slightly out of the seat and pulled harder. Kyungsoo’s hands moved and suddenly grabbed at Jongin’s back, tightening almost painfully in his shirt.

“Ah! Jongin!” He shouted, Jongin immediately stopped pulling at Kyungsoo. He felt the hands that were clung to his back shake in their grip.

“Kyungsoo, what’s wrong?!” Jongin asked quickly, reaching behind his back and pulling Kyungsoo’s hands in front of him.

“It hurts Jongin!” He cried. “You pulled too hard.” Kyungsoo buried his head deeper into Jongin, whining. Jongin moved too look at Kyungsoo’s leg. It was still stuck pretty well but it was evident that it atleast moved an inch or so. He reached his hand down, keeping his other arm wrapped around Kyungsoo. He pushed at his thigh, humming as it squished in enough for him to pull it a millimeter closer to freedom.

“It seems like I can try to budge it out little by little with my hand.” Jongin explained. He pressed the flesh of Kyungsoo’s thigh in and pulled it up as much as he could, working his way around Kyungsoo’s leg in circles until Kyungsoo was a couple more inches out of the swing.

The park was beginning to get darker as the sun crawled back down the sky, extending the shadows and changing the hues of everything around them. Jongin pulled back with a sigh and looked at Kyungsoo, who looked back at him. The color of his face was golden with the sun’s last few rays reflecting off his flawless skin. The edges of his hair were a golden brown as his eyes changed to look chocolate brown. Jongin was taken aback as he looked Kyungsoo’s face over. Kyungsoo stopped breathing as he stared at the way Jongin’s face changed with the lighting. The mood of the world around them changed with the sky, and now seemed calmer, warmer, and felt like the world was smothered by an orange blanket of light.

“Uh,” Jongin stammered, clearing his throat and blinking, “Kyungsoo?”

“Yeah?” Kyungsoo replied, his voice soft and quiet like in a daze.

“I- uh-”

“Yeah?” Kyungsoo repeated.

“I have to pull you the rest of the way out now.” Jongin finally said.

“Oh.” Kyungsoo said, disappointment hinting at the edge of his voice, although he wasn’t sure what he was disappointed about. He didn’t know what he expected to hear from Jongin, or what he wanted to hear Jongin say.

“It’s taking too long to just try to wiggle you out. It’ll be dark soon.”

“But it will hurt again.” Kyungsoo said with a such a voice that Jongin felt like he needed to just wrap him up in a blanket and tell him ‘everything’s okay’.

“I’ll try not to hurt you but I have to get you out before it gets dark. I’ll do it fast, I promise.” Jongin gripped Kyungsoo and felt him grip his back tight again. “Ready?” Jongin asked and Kyungsoo nodded against his chest, squeaking as Jongin took in a breath. Jongin pulled as hard and fast as he could, forcing Kyungsoo’s leg to slip out, or more like rip out of the small hole. Kyungsoo cried out as the two of them fell over from the force of the snap of the swing finally releasing Kyungsoo from its trap. Jongin hissed as he was jabbed by the wood chips.

A small whimper brought Jongin’s attention from his own pain. He hugged Kyungsoo, cradling his head to his chest. Kyungsoo reached down and touched the raw skin under his pants on his thigh, wincing at the sting that erupted from doing so.

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo’s voice cracked, “Liar! You said it wasn’t going to hurt.” He pouted his lips and Jongin pushed away the urge to kiss them.

“You’re free now aren’t you?” Jongin asked and Kyungsoo pouted harder. Jongin sighed and fell back, laying in the wood chips again with Kyungsoo still laying on him. He grabbed the smaller’s shoulders and pulled him up further on his chest. Kyungsoo complied easily, curling into Jongin and listening to his heartbeat again, humming contently as Jongin took in a deep breath and sighed. Jongin wrapped his arms comfortingly around Kyungsoo’s body.

“Thank you Jongin.” Kyungsoo said.

“You’re welcome Soo.” He replied calmly, smiling when Kyungsoo told him he liked it when Jongin called him that.

“Talk more Jongin, I like it.”

“What do you want me to talk about?” Jongin asked, chuckling.

“Anything. I don’t care.”

“Ok,” Jongin hesitated, “How about I talk about how much I love you?”