i just wanted to look at your cute face for a bit

Mixtapes (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.

Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother

Richie’s Mixtape to Eddie

Eddie’s Mixtape to Richie

A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy

“Awe, Eds. Look at you.” Richie cooed teasingly, pinching Eddie’s slowly flushing cheek.

Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”

Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips.  “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”

“No, No I’m fucking-”

“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.

Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.

Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.

Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.

Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.


That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.

“So…”

Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”

“So, y-..you and Richie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.

“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”

This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”

“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”

Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”

“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”

“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”

Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”

“Okay Bill-”

“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”

Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.

“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.

“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.

Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.

“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”

“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”

Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.

“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”

“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.

“Well.. It i-involves music.”


Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.

“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.

“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”

Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”

“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”

Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”

“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.

Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”

“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.” 

Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”

Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.

“What’s your taste in music like?”


The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.

Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-

“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.

Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape. 

“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.

Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the  mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.

“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.

“What?”

“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.

Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.

“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.

“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn’t mine either.” 

Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”

“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.

“It was Stan’s idea for me.”

Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”

Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.

“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.

“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.

But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.


Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.

I don’t want to know your name

Cause’ you don’t look the same

The way you did before

Okay, you think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

You looked alright before…

Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.

Fox on the run!

You scream and everybody comes a running!

Take a run and hide yourself away…

Foxy on the run!

F-foxy!

Fox on the run…

And hide away!

Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.

Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in

But I, cant help, falling in love with you…

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help, falling in love with you…

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him. 

But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.

Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.


Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.

The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.

I, I will be king.

And you, you will be queen.

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day.

Oh we can be heroes!

Just for one day.

And you, you can be mean.

And I, I drink all the time.

Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.

Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day.

We could be heroes, forever and ever.

What’d you say?

Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.

After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.

Hey Jude…

Don’t make it bad,

Take a sad song, then make it better.

Remember, to let her into your heart.

Then you can start to make it better.

Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.

Hey Jude…

Don’t be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better.

Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.

Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.

And anytime you feel the pain,

Hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it’s a fool,

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.

Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…

His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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BTS React to gf stealing/wearing their boxers

@keulla:  Hi would you like to make BTS reaction to their gf likes to wear boxer (either its theirs or she buy it herself)? It’ll will be fluff or smut is up to you^^

Thank you for the request love, and sorry for the Hiatus/Wait. I miss doing these, so while I don’t feel 100% I’m still going to put in some effort. :) Hope you guys understand. 


Namjoon:

He thinks it’s cute, and seeing you walk around his bedroom clad only in his boxers and one of his oversized t-shirts is something he’ll never take for granted. 

Now, that doesn’t mean it’s what he prefers to see you in. You know exactly what he prefers to see you in:

“Baby, you’be been wearing those boxers a lot lately, why don’t you wear something a little sexier, huh?”

“I really want you to put on something dirty for me. C’mon, treat me right.”

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jungkook:

He is obsessed

He doesn’t even care that you literally stole them, not asking for a pair directly. Which in itself shows you how much he likes the image. Jungkook doesn’t share cloths. 

Would want you to model for him a little bit, so he can take some pics for those long nights on the road. 

“Please, it’s the least you can do since you stole them.”

“Don’t you feel a little bit bad about being a theif? This is how you can make it up to me.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung:

Okay, but you waking up in the early morning after a great night of just spending time together and sex? Yes. You not being able to locate your own cloths bc you and Tae literally tore the clothes off of each other? Yes. You giving up after looking for 0.3 seconds and just pulling on the silken pair strewn onto the floor? Hell yes. 

Imagine him waking up bc you’re not there to cuddle, groggily reaching out for you, irritated that you’re not there, slowly pulling himself up out of bed and seeing you in them for the first time.

Boy is dumbstuck you look so good. 

“Ahh, jagi it’s too early to get out of bed, don’t you think?” His eyes are so dark, the longing in them off the fucking charts. 

He would push the sheets off of him, palming himself while not once taking his eyes off of you. 

“Seeing you in those. I really wanna fuck you.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jin:

He would wonder for weeks where his boxers had gone too. When he finds out that the culprit is you, he is a little bit miffed. 

“Those are designer!”

“I never even suspected you! I blamed Joon because he never washes his cloths and always trys to bum!”

“Now I’m going to have to apologize. Do you know how much I hate not being right?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

J Hope:

You honestly think he can take in the sight of you wearing just his boxers and not throw you over his shoulder? take you to the bedroom? and fuck you so hard you have trouble remembering your own name?

You make a point to steal a couple more pairs, using them to tease him and test his limits. 

You even wear them under your jeans sometimes, bending over that little bit so your waistband rides down and he gets a peak. 

“You’re a menace, sweetheart.”

“Being a tease isn’t very nice. Gotta teach you a lesson huh?”

Jimin:

It becomes a regular thing, because lets face it, Jimin thinks you look best when you’re wearing his clothes. 

“You wearing them tonight?”

“You should, I like seeing you in them.”

“If you do, I’ll be extra sweet to you, yeah?”

It makes the possessive part of him immensely pleased. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Yoongi:

“This is a problem, babe.”

“Now I get turned on whenever I see my own boxers! It’s like pavlovs dog.”

“How am I supposed to deal with all of these random boners?”

“This is your fault, take responsibility!”

Originally posted by jinje-reactions

His Warmth (M)

Word Count: 3532
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff & Smut
Warnings: Cum-play, Biting, Lots of cute bc I’m in love with Jimin

It’s been two months since your boyfriend went on tour and you haven’t been able to see him, so when you unexpectedly wake up to him in your bed you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.

c.

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Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

spellbound (m)

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader
Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst
Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay
Word Count:  10k+
Summary:  The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle. 

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Pennywise headcannons (fluff)

I’ve been feeling a bit down recently so I figured I’d try and do some fluff ones this time as a way of cheering myself up. I did NSFW ones last time if you wanna check them out. Forgive me if these seem a bit flat. Emotionally the past few days haven’t been the best for me and I feel like that might come off as gloominess in my writing. •Given he’s at least a foot taller than your average human. He would always have to bend down to kiss you. •Sometimes you’d wake up to see a creepy little smiley face drawn into the frost on your window. Meaning he’d dropped by last night to check on you. Just his little way of reminding you he’s always watching out for you.

• On days where you feel nervous or anxious you’d notice a familiar looking off-white and red bird following you around.

•If you’d had a bad day you would head straight to the Neibolt house. You’d always want to be near him when you’re feeling depressed but not really wanting to talk a lot. Hearing you so quiet would worry him and he would always try to make you crack a smile or laugh.

•You’d explain different Halloween traditions to him excitedly because it’s the one day of the year you could go out as a couple in public.  And his first reaction is “So you’re telling me kiddies just walk right up to your door, looking for a scare. Well, thats fucking great. Easy feed right there.”  “Umm, I think you’re missing the point.”

•You’d get a very dramatic eye roll when you did show up on Halloween wearing your best attempt at his costume and makeup with a pile of red balloons.

•sassing him and him glaring at you when you do do that.

•“I can’t believe that stupid fucking kid called my house a crack house”. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry tho, I like your crack house.”

•Both of you sitting on the porch of the Neibolt house when a storm is rolling in. Talking about whatever was on your mind. You’d have your legs splayed out underneath you and an arm outstretched into the rain, enjoying the familiar smell it brings.

•You’d tell him you don’t mind the sewers at all. Its the people up top that scare you more.

•Telling him you want to spend the whole summer with him.

•Carrying one of his little bells around as a good luck charm.

•Doing your best to copy his maniacal clown laugh.

•Because you keep tripping or walking into things down in the dark sewers, you decide to set up some candles down there so you can see better. Pennywise isn’t too impressed now that his liar os scented and has mood lighting.

•Because your starting to spend more and more time down in the Neibolt house with him you end up moving some go your belongings there. Books, cassette tapes, maybe a favorite pillow. You accidentally left your sketchbook there once, only for him to find a few drawings of him inside. You, of course, would be embarrassed. But he would find it endearing and make you beg him to give the book back while he held it above you, just out of your reach.

•He’d pick you up and spin you around at random moments.

•When you were younger you got beat up a lot, Derry isn’t a very open-minded place. You eventually gain the reputation of being the girl you do not fuck with. Even before you knew Pennywise had his eye on you, bad things always seemed to happen to the people who mess with you. It was only later you figured out it was him. Your his precious, little human and no one is allowed to hurt you.

•There was one time on your way home a bunch of girls from school got the jump on you. One of them grabs onto your long hair, yanking it to keep you from running away. The self-proclaimed leader of the group starts kneeing you in the gut, while the rest chant insults at you. You fall to the ground which causes the tension on your scale to only get worst. Out of instinct, you’d try your best to curl up and use your arms to cover your head in order to block some of the blows. Despite your best efforts most of them would still hit their mark. Pennywise would come crawling out of the sewer at lightning speed, fangs fully exposed, causing your attackers to scatter. He managed to grab the girl that was kicking you by her neck, lifting her and making the most inhuman snarling noise. His mouth hanging open, teeth fully splayed and drool flooding past his lips. You’d never seen him look so terrifying. After that, he’d take you straight back down to the sewers. He’d feel bad seeing you sniffling back tears and whipping the blood from your busted lip onto your sleeve. He tries to comfort you by telling you he’d pick them off slowly, one by one so they knew what was coming before hugging you tightly. He wouldn’t let you leave the sewers for the next due to him being overly worried about you.

•He’d really like holding your hand. He thinks its really cute that your hand is so much smaller than his and that he basically wrap your hand up in his.

•If you’re doing something like reading where you sitting still than he’d constantly be sitting you in his lap. Because he’s so much taller than you, he would be able to rest his head on top of yours and just look down at whatever it is you’re doing.

•The first time he saw you cry, he would feel a bit awkward and not really know what to do. Eventually, he gets the hang of it tho. He’d pick you up and pull you on his lap. Wrapping his long arms around your smaller frame, rocking you back and forth and nuzzling his face against the side of yours until you calmed down and started breathing normally again. Pennywise doesn’t have a real physical heart. He would be fascinated by the sound of your heart beating. Similar to how he can smell when someone near him is afraid, he might be able to pick up when someone around him has an erratic, panicked heartbeat ( maybe our adrenaline causes something in him to react ). But he’s never just heard the steady, rhythmic thumping of a regular heartbeat. That small little organ, the thing that he generally eats is the reason you’re his. He would probably try and get either his head or his hand near your chest when you’re asleep so he can feel or hear it beating

Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

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

Warning: Smut

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

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Waking up- BTS

(for anon)


Originally posted by igot-infinite

-will most likely be touching you somehow.

-will smile and blush when he sees your eyes flutter open to look at him.

-”you’re so pretty in the morning.”

-cannot WAIT to being the day with you.

-”what do you want for breakfast? Anything in the world!”


Suga-

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

-you probably gonna wake up before he does.

-but once he opens his eyes and sees you in bed playing on your phone, he’ll smile and be grateful that he got to wake up next to the love of his life.

-”baby, good morning.”

-will throw his arm around you to pull you close to him.

-you both won’t get up from bed just yet.

-you’ll just enjoy eachother’s company in the warmth of the bed sheets for awhile.


J-Hope-

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

-SO fucking cute when he wakes up.

-is dramatic and loud af when he yawns and stretches.

-”good morning my sunshine! i hope you slept well”

-will place little kisses to your face in hopes of making you smile.

-will be nothing but smiles since he got to wake up beside you.


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by ksjknj

-unbelievably adorable in the mornings.

-is a bit quiet but that’s cause he just wants to feel you and enjoy the morning peace together.

-will motion for you to come into his arms so he can hold you while he’s waking up.

-will place a loving kiss on top of your head as he hold you close to his chest while you listen to his heart beat.

-the atmosphere is so tranquil and calm, you’re both on the verge of falling back asleep in eachother’s arms.


Jimin-

Originally posted by tae-archive

-a needy little baby when he gets up.

-you can’t help but coo at how extra swollen and adorable his cheeks and lips look.

-you’ll roll over to him and press your lips to his forehead as a good morning.

-will smile thankfully and open his eyes to look at you.

-”you never look bad ever. you always look like an angel.”

-will cuddle up closer to you and bury his face deep into your neck while you have your arms around him to rub his back in soothing circles.


V-

Originally posted by aestaetically

-you’ll already be tangled up with him when you both wake up.

-more than likely feeling warm cause he’d been clinging onto you the whole night.

-will press his lips to the back of your neck and head if you’re still asleep when he wakes up.

-you’ll try to remove yourself from his arms to go to the bathroom but he will NOT let you go.

-”no not yet, just stay with me for awhile more please?”


Jungkook-

Originally posted by hoseoks-angel

-will smile when he wakes up and sees you peacefully asleep beside him.

-wants you to wake up already cause he misses you.

-will very softly and lovingly kiss your jawline and cheeks to wake you up.

-once you open your eyes, he’ll rub his nose against yours giving you little eskimo kisses.

-can’t help but fall in love with you all over again once your eyes meet for the first time that day.

-”i can’t wait to make you my wife.”

BTS reactions | waking up next to you for the first time

Seokjin | ᴊɪɴ

Jin awoke when the sun hit his face through the blinds he’d forgotten to close the night prior. The two of you had stayed up late practicing new choreography and he’d insisted you stay the night rather than him walking you home. It was about time you stay the night anyway, he’d said with a tired smile. You were asleep next to him on your side wearing an oversized shirt of his which had ridden up to expose your black boyshorts and tummy. He sighed happily and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed to make breakfast for the two of you.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi | sᴜɢᴀ

He wakes up in the early afternoon after the two of you had stayed up long enough to have watched the sunrise if you hadn’t been otherwise occupied. This wasn’t the first time that you’d stayed up keeping him company as he worked, but it is the first time that he’s stayed over afterward.

You were still soundly asleep when he returned from the bathroom. As he got back into your bed, he took a moment to watch you. Your hair messily sticking up all sorts of ways, your mouth open slightly with deep sleepy breaths softly falling from your lips. Yoongi loved seeing you like this. He stroked your cheek tenderly and moved his hand down to your chin. You unconsciously leaned into his touch as a breathy “Yoongi” escaped your lips. Your boyfriend finally settled into bed completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him chest to chest. Instinctively you nuzzled your face into his chest. For Yoongi this moment was so soft and tender. He kissed the top of your head as a content sigh left your lips.

Originally posted by butterflyguk

Hoseok | ᴊ-ʜᴏᴘᴇ

When Hoseok awoke with you snuggled into his side, he couldn’t help the wide toothy smile that stretched across his face. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure and squeezed you tightly, waking you up with a start. “Ahh, jagi I love you so much!” he’d squeak and he peppered your groggy face with kisses. After that, the two of your spent hours in bed cuddled up together chatting happily about your mutual enjoyment of each other. Neither of you doubted that the other wanted to do this again, and soon.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon | ʀᴍ

The two of you were cuddled up in bed, him on his back and you laying on your front with your head nuzzled into his neck and your arm wrapped around his middle. Namjoon woke with a heavy breath and a snort and looked around the bedroom through sleepy eyes. He tilted his face to kiss your forehead, then gently stroked what he could reach of your head with the arm you lay on. He’s happy, being able to wake up with you like this. He thinks he could do this every day forever as he falls back asleep. You awaken a bit later to his snoring.

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Jimin

You woke from the coziest sleep you’ve ever had in your life. As you went to rub your eyes, you found your arm trapped. Your soft Jimin was curled up next to you hugging your arm tightly. His face scrunched up in his sleep and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was. Soon enough your boyfriend woke with a soft greeting and looked lovingly up into your eyes. “’Morning, Jiminie,” you whispered. He kissed your chin and buried his face into your neck. You heard a muffled “You’re so comfy, jagi!” before you felt him peppering your neck with soft kisses.

Originally posted by kbangtanicons

Taehyung | ᴠ

Taehyung woke up first to you shuffling in your position on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you on top of him completely with your legs between his, and settled his arms around the small of your waist. You awoke just as he began to fall back asleep. Your first instinct was to get off of your boyfriend in fear that you were crushing him, but you immediately felt his hand holding you in place by your hip. “Don’t go, jagi,” he breathed out in the deepest morning voice you’d ever heard. “I want to stay just like this.” You nodded your head in response and he pulled you up to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

Originally posted by snowsensation

Jungkook

You boyfriend wasn’t sure what exactly woke him at 6AM, maybe it was his morning wood, or maybe it was how warm it was under the blankets, but whatever is was, he wasn’t able to fall back to sleep. No, especially not since you were so close to him, the small spoon to his big. His arm that had draped around your middle in the night was even being held by you, so he was effectively trapped. As he tried to move himself away from you, you woke with a soft groan. “What time is it, babe?” you asked him without opening your eyes. He relayed the time to you softly, still trying to pull away just a bit. Instead of letting him go, you cuddled closer. You knew exactly what you felt as soon as your butt hit his crotch and you giggled. “You’re so happy to see me so early in the morning!” You joked light-heartedly. Your playful reaction put him at ease and he squeezed you in his arms. “Shut up and go back to sleep.” He replied with a chuckle.

Originally posted by jkguks


Authors Note: I apologize if these don’t quite match the same writing style. I write up a lot of these in my spare time, but sometimes think of them a bit differently if that makes any sense. Ah, also, oops! One of these is a way longer than the others. 😅 Wonder who my bias is…

By the way, I want to thank everyone who liked and reblogged my first post, and everyone who followed me as well. I really hope I can post content that people will like, so feel free to send me feedback and/or requests.


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Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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Breaking the Rules - part 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,326

Warnings: the usual 

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

The next day was peaceful and quiet. The calm before the storm as Mary had said. You sat on the patio, cooking lunch with Bucky’s grandmother while he was playing basketball with his cousin, Peter.

When his grandmother caught you staring at him, she gave you a knowing wink and you ducked your head to hide your smile.

Winnie wanted to get to know you better and decided to take all the girls to the beauty salon to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Of course, Bucky whispered a stupid comment into your ear and you discreetly pinched his side, making him yelp.

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Lost in Frozen Tides | M

↳ Précis | A beach house laying still before cerulean waters, an ocean where destinies intertwine, and serendipities drown in the arms of fate.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Note — Your Name!au, aka body swap!au. Totally different from said movie, nonetheless, highly recommend you watch it. Also, ft. a high dosage of Kim Taehyung | Words ➳ 21.6k

Genre & Warnings — A glass of angst with a dash of fluff, and a sprinkle of humor. Warnings? uh..implied smut and mentions of death.


The window stood opened, sheer curtains occasionally being swayed by the frivolous breath of air from the outside — breeze kissing your skin delicately while you smiled in your sleep, hugging the body pillow even closer to your chest as you hummed, sinking your head into the plushness of the cushion. It was way past midnight, the owl’s faint hoos were welcoming throughout the atmosphere as they bounced around the area and the indistinct salty scent of the ocean’s crystal waters wafted insignificantly; melding within the zephyr to drown others in utter reminisce and nostalgia.

Your mouth hung open by how amazingly comfortable you were, having the best night’s sleep of your life inside the beach house your friend’s had rented to have the time of your lives. It was the first day of arriving late in the night, and the first thing you did was melt into the fine lusciousness your bed had to offer, immediately knocking out and having your soul diminish beneath the small parts of your brain. It was a long and annoying drive, being in the Range Rover with more humans than you can handle despite them being your friends — and now, you had the time to relax..or so you thought.

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Damn you’ve got it bad

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: What would have happened if Peter had gone to the pool in D.C.?

Warnings: peter being ripped, a few mentions of this because why not

A/N: I know I haven’t been very active lately, so I hope this makes up for it. I am currently working on something though :)

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Across The Hall Part Three

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 

Prompt:

“My date is tonight and I can’t cook to save my life so I was hoping maybe you can cook something and I could pass it off as my own,” Harry says.

Y/N giggles, walking down her hallway and into the living room where she can see her door is wide open, she closes it and turns back to Harry. He’s looking at her with a hopeful look in his eyes and a charming smile that Y/N can’t deny.

“Of course, I mean you helped me move, it’s the least I can do” Y/N smiled, “what time is your date?”

“Seven,” Harry says.

Y/N places her lower lip in between her teeth and her hands on her hip as she thinks, “okay yeah, I can do that, is this like a I want to actually date you date or a tinder type thing?”

“Tinder.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and hold the door open, “I’ll do it, but I do not agree with your motives.”

or

Y/N is the girl across the hall who tries to help Harry find a girl to settle down with, but Harry wants Y/N so he sabotages all his dates.

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All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

Confessions

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

Summary: A study date turn… date?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3k+

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

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

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Originally posted by dailytomholland

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

Part 2

Confessions

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

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

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

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

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

The Teacher sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened in shock. It was… him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you were wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so did his.

~That afternoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine, wherever is fine”

~Couple hours later

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

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

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

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

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

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

Second Person??# (writing style)

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

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

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

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

Stop it, stop thinking like this…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May!”

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

dating bucky barnes would include...

  • he’d look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for you bc holy heck he’s so in love with you
  • constant cuddling
  •  you’d obviously be the little spoon 98% of the time bc bucky loves to       hold you
  • but on the days he’s sad or mad at the world, he’s the little spoon
  • PDA isn’t really his thing when you first start dating bc he feels weird about kissing, holding hands, etc. in public
  • but later on in the relationship he starts being touchier in public (having an arm around your waist, holding your hand, all that jazz)
  • and one day while you two are at a party, some guy is getting way to close for his liking and he swoops in and kisses you in front of the guy (who then walks off awkwardly
  • and yeah, from there bucky doesn’t really give a fuck about kissing and stuff in public
  • bucky’s literally at the point where he’ll finger you at the dinner table in front of your friends and not care if anyone notices
  • late night conversation about everything and anything he remembers from his life in the 40’s
  • having a collection of classing songs and movies that he missed while he was the Winter Soldier
  • you making him watch the movies even though he keeps complaining about it
  • and he’ll find every single minuscule plot hole just to annoy you
  • he’s low-key enjoying it but still… he just wants to be a little shit
  • and then bucky gets distracted and starts watching the movie instead of youand he starts caressing your thigh and kissing your neck
  • “bucky, stop! i wanna watch the movie!”
  • but eventually you give in u know what happens next *wink wonk*
  • helping him through his nightmares and holding him as he calms down
  • braiding his hair
  • especially when he’s overwhelmed or can’t sleep bc it helps him calm down
  • you laugh at his jokes even when they aren’t funny just to make him happy
  • and he gets the biggest heartless and butterflies in his stomach when he hears your laugh
  • bucky doesn’t even know why the sound makes him so happy but it does
  • he’d call you “doll” “angel” “beautiful” “love” “baby girl”
  • bucky always hesitates to touch you with his metal arm
  • it doesn’t matter if you’ve been dating for 1 month or 1 year he can’t help it
  • any time you try to touch it he moves away
  • and one day while the two of you were walking around the park on a date or something, you reached and grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers all of the sudden
  • no words were said bc none needed to be
  • he finally understood the you loved everything about him even his metal arm
  • he sometimes gets in those moods where he feels super down and insecure
  • and he starts distancing himself from you bc he doesn’t want you to see him so sad and bc he doesn’t want himself to fall for you and get hurt
  • and you just have to straddle him and hold his face in your hands and remind him how much you love him
  • “i’ve done horrible things. you don’t need to be with me, doll”
  • “james, it wasn’t you”
  • you give him a lengthy speech about how wonderful and amazing he is and how he deserves all the happiness in the world (bucky does the same to you when you’re sad too)
  • and bucky opens up about literally everything and anything he was trying to hide for your safety/bc he was too ashamed to tell you
  • “i’m so lucky to have you”’s and “i don’t deserve you”’s from the both of you
  • adopting animals together
  • like the two of you get one for when you move in together
  • and bucky gets severe puppy-fever
  • and one day you come home and there’s like five puppies chilling in the living room
  • and you can’t be angry bc they’re super frickin cute
  • so you’re just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • you stay up with him on the night’s he’s having trouble sleeping and you stroke your fingers through his hair and whispers sweet nothing in his ear
  • lots of sex
  • soft, sweet, loving sex
  • rough, hard sex
  • angry sex for when the two of you are mad/jealous/just need a release
  • makeup sex after petty arguments
  • public sex
  • shower sex
  • car sex
  • AMAZING BREATHTAKING SEX DUDE
  • him getting frustrated when he can’t find his favourite shirt, only to find you wearing it
  • and he can’t be mad bc you look so frickin ADORABLE
  • but fr you literally have a closet full of shirts you’ve stolen from bucky so while he’s away on missions you can wear them/sleep with them to make you feel less lonely
  • you love waking up before him in the mornings bc you get to see peaceful bucky which is super rare
  • mornings consist of you cuddling together for like an hour before the two of you decide to get up and actually be productive
  • “stay in bed with me for a little bit longer. work can wait… come back to bed, doll” he’d say in his morning voice
  • HIS FUCKING MORNING VOICE HOLYSJSJSKDJ
  • he’d probably ask nat and wanda for cute date ideas
  • and sometimes you and sam will gang up on him“you’re supposed to be on my side, (Y/N)”
  • idk dude bucky would be such a great boyfriend

BABYSITTING WITH PETER PARKER would include..

  • You know the kiddos would adore him
  • Like even though you would be the one to normally babysit
  • They would immediately get so attached to this 15-year-old child 
  • And you’d lowkey be super jealous
  • “Why do they like you so much, Parker? I just called you over to help for this one time.”
  • “I, uh, I dunno”
  • A big goofy grin on his face
  • The kiddos would be running circles around his feet and tugging on his jeans
  • “ParkerParkerParkerParker”
  • They had picked up your nickname for him like immediately
  • And of course he found it crazy endearing
  • “Hey - hey, bud, whatcha doing?”
  • “I’m fast, I’m fast, watch!”
  • The boy would run faster circles around him
  • “Whoaaaahhhh, no way dude! I can’t even - I can’t even see you! Where’d you go? You’re going too fast!”
  • A giggle fit from the both of them
  • The little girl would be really shy to talk to him at first
  • She’d tug on your shirt sleeve and pull your head down
  • A little, hushed kid whisper
  • “Why are - why are his arms so.. big?”
  • You’d snort a little bit and raise your voice to make sure Peter could hear your answer
  • “It’s cause he’s so strong
  • Peter would have the biggest grin and shake his head side to side and chuckle
  • blushypeterawww
  • After a while of messing around -
  • which would include Peter doing push-ups with both the kiddos on his back cause he’s a dorky arrogant butt
  • and now the little girl would like him too
  • probably like-like him
  • she would give him little cheek kisses
  • he’d be a smiling mess
  • - the kids would start to get hungry
  • So you’d wander into their kitchen
  • Grab the box of mac and cheese sitting in the pantry
  • Peter would be grabbing plates and stuff
  • The kiddos would both insist on having their “special cups”
  • Peter would be a little confused but since you babysat often you would know
  • The girl would run to the cabinet and pull out their plastic spidey cups
  • Peter’s face would L I G H T U P
  • “WhAt?? You guys like Spider-Man? No way!”
  • They’d give eager grins and nod
  • They’d give him their cups to fill with lemonade
  • He would be in awe for a moment just staring down at the cups in his hand
  • Mouth slightly open and lips tugging into a smile
  • “Peter, they’re waiting”
  • You’d be smiling and laughing though cause aWW
  • “Right, sorry - sorry, guys, one sec”
  • He’d hold the cups up to you and mouth
  • THATS ME
  • You’d chuckle and nod
  • “I know, Parker, very cool”
  • But you’d be so so excited and happy for him
  • cause oh my
  • w h a t a l i t t l e h e r o
  • You’d finish the mac and cheese and you guys would all eat together
  • Then the kiddos would decide they wanted to go to the park
  • And since it was a little chilly, Peter would help them get their coats on while you looked for the keys
  • MY HEART
  • You’d all shuffle out the door
  • Peter would carry the little girl on his hip and you’d hold the little boy’s hand and walk with him
  • The park would be super close so you’d get there in no time
  • The girl would squirm to get out of Peter’s grip and beeline for the swings
  • The little boy would tug you along to the monkey bars
  • “C’mon, c’mon!”
  • Since you were at the monkey bars, Peter would head to the swings
  • The little girl would be giggling and squealing when he pulled her up to swing
  • “Higher, higher!”
  • “Are you suuuureee, kiddo?”
  • omg “kiddo” just end me right now
  • “Yes! Yes! Higher!”
  • He’d exaggeratedly grunt like it was hard to pull this tiny girl up higher and then let her go
  • So many cute giggles from the both of them
  • The little boy would be trying to do the monkey bars, with your help
  • His little feet would be resting on your hands and you’d steer him around
  • “Parker, Parker, look!”
  • Peter would look up from the smiling little girl
  • “I’m Spider-Man!”
  • The kiddo would reach for the next bar and grin at the guy
  • “You are! Oh my gosh, dude, you are Spider-Man! Look at you!”
  • He’d be smiling so big and look over to you
  • You’d flash him a wink
  • And he’d smile and turn back to the swings
  • The little girl would be admiring him and then hugging him, smiling into his hair
  • “I loveee yoouu, Parkerr”
  • He’d giggle so much and squeeze her
  • “I love you, too, kiddo”
  • After a long game of tag and tickling the kids as they came down the slide, you guys headed home
  • Peter’s cheeks would be a lil pink from the running around
  • He’d be breathing through a happy, flustered smile
  • Messy hair and scattered freckles
  • y i k e s i m o k a y
  • When you guys all got back you would go and help the kiddos into their pjs while Peter tried to set up the TV with a movie
  • You insisted that the kids wear their spidey pjs
  • “Uhh.. Y/N we were gonna anyway”
  • “Yeah, Parker looves Spider-Man”
  • You’d just giggle at them and tell them to run to the living room in their outfits
  • You’d hear Peter’s voice echo through the walls
  • “Wha - you guys! No way! You guys are real superheroes now! I love the costumes, oh my - Y/N! Come see this!
  • You’d saunter in with a goofy grin on your face and he’d just give you the most hopeless smile
  • It would mean so much to that dork.
  • s o .
  • m u c h .
  • “What’re we gonna watch, Peter?”
  • He’d be a stammering, smiling mess trying to answer
  • “I, uh, I thought we could watch some cartoons, or - whatever the kids want to watch, I mean -”
  • His eyes would start to wander, watching the kids jump across the couch, shooting imaginary webs at each other
  • He’d be breathing so shallowly
  • Eyes so wide and happy
  • “They’re - they’re our little Spider-kiddos, Y/N”
  • Your heart would be singing
  • So you’d walk over and hold onto his arm and rest your head on his shoulder
  • And you’d mumble the truth against his hoodie
  • “You’re their hero, Peter.”

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