hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !
a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.
“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.
“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.
“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.
Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.
“Where are you?” You asked through the phone, slightly worried but immensely irritated. “It’s our first homecoming, together. You were supposed to be here already!”
“I know, I know,” you heard him sigh through the phone, and you thought you could hear some kind of noise in the background. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.”
You sighed now, louder than he did, and you were sure the displeasure on your face was obvious to the classmates around you. “Okay,” you said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat.
You made your way to your locker to put your coat away, and you walked slowly to waste time before he got here. You knew what he had to do was crucial, but it was his homecoming too. And, even though it was insignificant in terms of what he was doing, it was your first homecoming as a couple.
You wanted it to be special. But he was late, so late.
When you arrived back to the gym, you smiled when you saw Michelle standing by herself in a corner, looking around the room in mild disgust. “MJ!” You yelled, walking up to her and throwing your arms out for a hug.
“Hi,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. She pulled away quickly, looking at your outfit. “You look nice.”
“Thanks,” you said, still smiling. You looked down at your own outfit before looking at hers. “So do you.”
She nodded in recognition, looking away from you and around the gym. “Where is everyone?”
You sighed, beginning to frown. “I have no idea.” You looked at the school doors, waiting for him to walk through and give you a large smile. But he didn’t, so you looked back at Michelle. The two of you chatted, and at some point, made your way over to the punch table.
“So the author said-”
“I’m here, I’m here!” A panicked voice interrupted Michelle and the two of you turned around.
You smiled brightly, reaching in to hug him immediately. “Hey, Ned!” You exclaimed as he put his arms around you as well. When you pulled back, you adjusted the crooked hat on his head. “I like your hat.”
“Thanks,” he smiled in response, and then looked over at Michelle. He smiled shyly then, more subdued than when he looked at you, and you saw her give him the same look. You smiled slyly as you watched them hug, and when you gave Michelle a wink, she glared at you.
You excused yourself quickly when they parted, and the alarmed look on both of their faces made you laugh as you walked away. You hoped the privacy you gave them would finally lead to something more.
You roamed around the gym, not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You made your way through the gym doors to make your way to your locker, and you felt a strange feeling come over you when you remembered you doing the same thing exactly a year ago.
You smiled, nostalgic, as you thought of the night Peter had told you he was Spiderman. It felt like centuries ago, not just a year. So much had happened since then. It was like nothing in your life was the same.
You arrived at your locker, and you quickly unlocked it and pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. You sighed when you opened it to see no messages or calls. You shoved it back in and slammed your locker shut in irritation, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of the school.
You leaned your head against it afterwards, the cold, hard texture feeling so vastly different compared to when you had leant your head against Peter’s, so many months ago.
You didn’t know why you were feeling so disappointed. It was just homecoming. It was just a school dance. It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter.
But he promised, he promised, he said he would be there. He had kept his promise when it was most important; he could keep it again now. He had to.
It was your night to make good memories, good memories with him. And maybe it wasn’t prom, but it was still an important night. You still wanted it to be a night to remember. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, and maybe—
“(Y/N),” you heard from behind you. It was a soft, breathy noise, and you recognized it immediately. You whipped around, nearly falling over in the process. The smile that graced your face when you saw him was the largest it had ever been, and the smile he gave you in return was just as blinding.
“Peter,” you said in return, just as soft. He was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like too much of a distance, so you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms closed around your waist, and he held you close to him, with your face nestled in his neck and his head resting against yours. “You’re here,” you whispered into his neck.
“I promised,” he said in return, his arms tightening around you. “I always keep my promises.”
“You do,” you said, smiling, and you pulled back slightly to look at him.
He was clearly out of breath. He was trying to hold his panting back from being obvious, but you knew him better than anyone else. You laughed when you saw that he realized you could notice, and he laughed lightly, too. You let go of him to fix his tie, retying it for him when you noticed it was loosely put together.
“You’re a mess,” you chuckled, patting his chest after you adjusted his tie. He caught your hand with his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked up into his eyes to see him staring at you intently. “What?” You asked, confused.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said quietly, and lifted your connected hands to press a small kiss to yours. You felt your face grow warm as he did so. He had done it so many times before, and you should’ve been used to it already, but every time he left a lingering kiss on your hand, like something a prince would do to his betrothed, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
It made you feel special, and it made you love him even more.
“Of course,” you said, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks. “I may have been a bit impatient, but-”
“No,” Peter cut you off, shaking his head, and you looked at him with a confused expression. “Not just tonight,” he said. “It’s all the time. I always keep you waiting for me, and I never show up when I say I will, but you wait for me anyways. You’re always there for me, and you say you don’t mind but I know you do,” he gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to object.
“Anyone would mind,” he continued, reaching his other hand up to hold your cheek. “I understand that. But you never leave,” he looked at you so intently, his gaze burning into you so deeply that you couldn’t help but lean closer to him as his thumb stroked your cheek. “And just- thank you. Thank you for always staying with me,” he was whispering now, and he started leaning closer to you too.
When you were sure he was done speaking, you only whispered a soft “I love you” before reaching up and kissing him. You felt him sigh against your lips, a happy, content sigh, and you began to smile into the kiss. He began to smile as well, but that didn’t stop the two of you. So you stood there, in the empty school hallway, embracing the love of your life.
You were happy, and you knew Peter was, too.
********************************* So I guess that’s it?? It’s been a wild ride, my dudes, and thank you for all the support I have received because of this story. I hope everyone liked this final part. Peace out, and I’ll be back with more writing for you guys.
drarry hc: Weird habits Or dancers AU Or the one where Harry loves watching Draco do the dishes Or or or Ahhhans
Draco didn’t need to turn around to know that he was being watched. The only thing he just couldn’t figure out was why.
At first Draco was sure he was imagining things, but in the weeks since they’d first moved into a flat together his suspicions had been wholly confirmed.
Harry liked to watch him do the dishes.
Draco couldn’t understand why Harry was constantly staring at him when he did them. At first he’d been defensive, snapping at him that first night that he could certainly do some things without magic and how Harry didn’t need to stare. Only instead of getting angry Harry had looked embaressed before mumbling something unintelligible and leaving the room.
A few days later he’d caught him staring and tried to make a joke of it, “Got a kink that involves yellow dish gloves and a sink of dirty dishes, Potter?”
Harry had just blinked a few times, before closing his eyes and disapperating with a loud pop so sudden Draco had dropped his favorite teacup.
Which is why, despite the fact that he can feel Harry’s eyes on him once again as he cleans up the remnants of the steak and kidney pie they’d had he doesn’t make any funny jokes or snide remarks. Instead he stays silent despite the curiosity burning a hole in his brain.
It’s a few weeks before the subject is broached again.
Draco is puttering around the kitchen, placing the dishes from tea in the sink when Harry comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him in a firm hug. There’s something shaky in his voice when he whispers “Do you want to know why I like watching you do the dishes?”
Draco is almost too nervous to speak, so he nods instead. He’s almost afraid Harry hasn’t noticed his nod though because he doesn’t speak at first, but then Draco quite suddenly he feels Harry press the side of his face against Draco’s shoulder inhaling deeply before he starts to speak.
“I never thought I’d have this…someone to share things with like this. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were always so angry. She used to slam the dishes into the sink like she resented having to cook or clean for us, or she made me do them. I used to think that was just what family was like. Then I met the Weasley’s and I remember the first time I saw Mrs. Weasley doing dishes without magic…she told me she didn’t mind because it meant she had a family to take care of. You….you look like that when you do them; as if it’s not a chore. It makes me feel,” and at this Draco can feel Harry’s hands begin to shake. “It sounds stupid I know but….seeing you so happy even doing our dishes makes me think you’re happy with me. That we’re gonna make it. That…you won’t ever leave.”
Draco swallows, feeling like his entire world is spinning because they don’t do this….this talking about feelings things often. Both of them have always been better with actions than words. But for once he knows actions won’t be enough.
So Draco turns, placing his hand on Harry’s chin and tilting his head up just a bit so he’s looking him in the eye.
“I’m not leaving, Harry. Not ever. I want this life and I want you.”
You don’t let the tears that were threatening to fall escape as you stare down your boyfriend. His expression makes you laugh. “You’re not going to even bother denying it?”
Montgomery took a step back and sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing at you, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about what you think and what you’re going to do,” he grumbles.
You cross your arm, digging your fingers into your skin, “I just want to know the truth.”
“We’re in a good place and we’re happy, why does it matter?” he sighs.
“Why does it matter?” you scoff, mumbling under your breath. “It matters because if he was telling me the truth-than our entire relationship was built upon a lie!”
Your boyfriend shook his head, “No it wasn’t. That’s not how it happened.”
“Oh?” you ask, nodding you head. “Okay. So you didn’t ask me out because of some bet with your friends?
“No!” he argues. “Well, yes-but it’s not what you think!” he tries.
“Monty,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How can it not be what I think? They told you to ask me out as a joke. A bet. It was entertainment for them,” you laugh, feeling the tears that had gathered in your eyes betray you as they slid down your cheeks, just as mad at your friends as you were with Monty.
His clenches his hands, the bedsheets gripped tightly in his fist. “I never wanted you to find out, I knew you would take it the wrong way.”
“Take it the wrong way?” you demand. “Monty! I was a bet! You didn’t ask me out because you liked me, or even because you wanted to, but because your friends convinced you with some wager. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
“How we got together shouldn’t matter, (Y/N). I love you,” he says, “doesn’t that count for anything?”
Your eyes shut for only a moment at his words, “I don’t understand how you can sit there and not even try to understand how this has made me feel.” You take a few steps away from him until your back was against the door. “All of them knew,” you tell him quietly, “every single one of our friends. None of them bothered to tell me our relationship is a joke.”
“(Y/N)!” he groans. “Our relationship is not a joke, it’s real! Everything about it is real-what we are, what I feel for you-it’s all real.”
You ignore what he said as your eyes drift to the ceiling and continue, “It’s so embarrassing, demeaning even. They may not have all been a part of it, but they all knew. How am I going to face them? How can I trust them?”
“Don’t you think you’re making a big deal out of nothing?”
Your laugh wasn’t full of amusement as you slide to the floor.
“(Y/N), I’m being serious,” he insists. “Yes. There was a bet that led me to asking you out. And I’m sorry that you’re hurt because you found out, but I’m not sorry that it happened. Without it we wouldn’t have become a couple-we wouldn’t be here now.”
“I should have listened to my gut when you approached me that day. I knew something bad would come from it. God!” you groan, clutching the sides of you head. “I’m so stupid! I knew someone like you would have never wanted to go out with me, to be in a relationship period.”
“Don’t say that,” he sighs, rising to his feet. “You’re not stupid and of course I would want to be with you.” He knelt down so he was on the floor and opposite you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises quietly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can’t stand you being in pain, you know that,” he whispers.
You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing and Monty reached out to wipe them away but you pull out of his grasp.
Hurt flickers across his face at your rejection and his expression hardens, “What do you want me to do?” he yells walking back to the centre of his room. “You’re not telling me how I can make this better!”
“You can’t!” you scream. “I don’t want to be with someone who lies to me, who deceives me!”
“But I didn’t deceive you!” Monty growls. “You know that I love you! I’ve never felt like this about anyone-you mean everything to me!”
“Then why did you keep this hidden? Why did I have to find out from Bryce Walker of all people?”
“Fucking Bryce,” he snarls before turning back to you. “You know he’s just trying to mess shit up! I didn’t want to tell you because I was worried that this exact situation would be happening, that you would be mad and upset and unwilling to hear me out!”
“Hear you out? What exactly do you want to say? That it was this bet that brought us together?” you laugh. “That it was the best gamble you’ve ever taken?”
“Damn right it was the best, I got you didn’t I?” Your smile is hard to contain, but you were still angry with him. “Just tell me what to do,” he instructs. “Anything. I’ll do it. Just don’t be mad at me.”
“It’s not that easy, Monty.”
“Then how much time do you need?”
“I don’t know.”
“Help me out here,” he begs, finally coming to the realisation of how how upset you actually were over this. “I can’t lose you.” Some emotion must have crossed you face without noticing and Monty went into a full panic. “Please,” he continues.
“It’s not even so much about the actual bet anymore,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It’s the fact you didn’t want me to know, that it was kept from me for almost two years. Can you understand why that hurts me? How embarrassing that is?”
He nods weakly.
“Do you understand why I can’t face them?”
“Did you want me to beat them into-”
“No!” you yell, unable to stop your small laughs from making its way out. It wasn’t a laughing matter-especially because you knew he was serious. “No,” you repeat.
“What else can I do?” he asks, unable to understand what you wanted.
“I told you, I don’t know.”
Montgomery crossed one arm over his chest while the other rubbed at his chin, he froze after a moment-an unpleasant thought passing through his mind. “You don’t want to break up do you?” Your silence worried him. “No,” he says quietly. “You are not breaking up with me. Baby, please.”
You shake your head, sighing reluctantly, “I don’t want to break up, Monty,” you admit, you were in love with him-you hated the idea of not being with him.
“Oh thank God,” he mumbles, moving closer to you again, crouching down in front of you as he had only minutes ago. “Look, I’m going to make it up to you, okay?” he asks, resting his hands on you knees.
Meeting his gaze, you nod slowly which causes him to breathe a sigh of relief.
“I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make this better. I love you, (Y/N),” he says, his stare never wavering from your eyes.
“I know,” you mumble, resting your hands on his. “I love you, too. But Monty?”
“If you ever hide anything like this from me again, I don’t think I could-” you cut yourself off, but he nods, completely understanding what you were trying to say.
“I get it. Complete honesty from here on out, I swear.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Justin” Y/N screamed as she tried
to run away from her boyfriend, who was chasing her, wanting to throw her into
“Babe, you know I’m faster.” Justin laughed.
“You’ll never catch me.” she turned her head and she stick
her tongue out. In that second of inobservance, she tripped over someone’s leg.
Soon her face hit the sand and six pair of little hands tried to hold her down.
“We’ve got her.” Jaxon proudly exclaimed.
She wiggled herself around, so she could face them. At the
bottom of her eye she saw Justin wasn’t running anymore so she took the chance
“Okay guys, here’s the deal, let me go and I will buy you
ice-cream, candies and other stuff, which you’ll eat when Jeremy and Chelsey or
Justin aren’t around, yeah?” She gave them her best smile, hoping it will work.
They just smiled into her face and swing their heads no.
“Whatever Justin promised to give you, I can give you too,
even better. C’mon I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”
I look like her begging only made them laugh even more.
“You know that’s not how it works, babe.” Justin said,
slowly approaching them.
“Can’t blame girl for trying, now can you?” Y/N chuckled.
“Thank you guys for help, now let’s get Y/N wet.” Justin
exclaimed and the kids started yelling and screaming.
Justin quickly picked Y/N up and started running towards the
ocean. She was screaming for him to stop, begging him she will do anything, but
it only made him laugh.
“Love you too, babe.” Justin said before he threw her into
the water. When she had emerged, she moved her hair from her face and quickly yelled.
“Get ready for a payback.”
She splashed water into their way, and they were quick to
respond. Since it was four against one, she lost again and they were all around
her, so all she could do was to dive and pull them under.
First she pulled Justin’s shorts down, just a little bit,
giving the paparazzi behind some good material to work with.
Then she moved to Jazmyn and Allie and pulled them under.
She emerged once again, noticing Jaxon playfully running away towards his
father. Y/N quickly rushed after him. “I’m gonna get you Jax.”
Considering that’s she’s faster than him she quickly grabbed
him and pulled him into his arms.
“Gotcha.” Y/N exclaimed proudly.
Jaxon was laughing and wiggling in her arms, but she only
held him tighter. “No, put me down.” He said while laughing.
“Too late for that now.” Y/N said and jumped into water with
him. Once they raised up, and looked around at each other, they all started
“Four against me and I still win. You suck, guys.” Y/N stuck
her tongue out, once again.
Once they reached Jeremy and Chelsey, they all sat down on
their ropes, slowly wiping water off their skins.
“Having fun, huh?” Kids nod at Jeremy’s question.
“Let’s go say hi to those fans over there.” Justin said as
he grabbed Y/N’s hand and started pulling her up.
“You go, I’ll stay here. I need to dry my hair, and get tanned.”
“So you’re letting you half naked boyfriend go talk to more
half naked people?”
“Do I have a reason to worry?” Y/N asked pretending to be surprised
placing her right hand over her heart.
Justin laugh and gave her a quick kiss. “Nope.” And he left.
“Okay guys, get out of water, it’s enough for today. We’re
going to swim some more tomorrow.” Jeremy said as he started to get up from the
Kids weren’t happy about leaving the beach, they loved
spending time there, running and playing around. But once they were promised to
get ice-cream they happily obeyed and picked their toys up.
Few feet away there was a bar with ice-cream. Kids quickly
ran towards it, already discussing which ice-cream to take.
Justin and Y/N were far behind everyone, slowly waking,
while Justin’s left hand was wrapped around Y/N’s back.
“You’re enjoying it here?” Y/N asked Justin, looking around
the beach. Only a few people were left there, and of course some paparazzi.
“Mhm. It would be great if those suckers weren’t here.” Justin
said sounding slightly irritated.
Y/N looked over at Justin. “Hey, don’t let those fuckers
ruin your holiday with your family. God knows you work way too hard and you
deserve this. So just relax, I know it bothers you, but we are here to so focus
on us and not them.”
Justin smile and placed a little peck on her lips. “What
would I do without you?”
“Be lost, mostly, bored.” Y/N said making Justin chuckle.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” She said and placed her head on his shoulder
slowly walking towards their yacht.
Once they reached the yacht he let go of her. “Ladies first.”
Y/N smiled and kissed him once again.
As she was passing him to climb up the stairs, she felt his
hand on her but. “Lost something, Bieber?” Y/N asked innocently looking over
“Just found it.” He said and smirked at her. She laughed.
Justin, Jaxon, Jazmyn and Allie all headed towards the roof, while Y/N went
into the bathroom and put on pink shorts. She quickly tied her hair into a
messy bun and walked out onto the deck.
As she was approaching the deck she could hear giggles from
the roof. She looked up and she saw Allie, Jazmyn and Justin doing yoga.
“No Justin, you’re doing it all wrong.” Allie exclaimed and
show him how’s it’s supposed to be done.
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how cute they looked
together. Justin noticed her and looked down at her.
“Something funny, Miss?” Justin asked playfully and Y/N shook
her head. “No, not at all. Also put your ass little higher Bieber. You’re
seriously doing it wrong.”
“Why don’t you come up and show me how’s done then?”
“Nah, I’m just gonna enjoy the view from down here.”
Justin winked at her and went back to yoga.
Y/N observed them for a little bit more then she went to the
bar and took a glass of white wine. She went back to the deck, still hearing
giggles, but she decided to rather turn away from them and appreciate the view.
It was just amazing, the sun was slowly going down. The colours
were just extraordinary. The sun painted whole sky into bright yellow that
slowly fading into blue.
Y/N felt strong hands wrapping around her waist and she
place her head onto his chest.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked with his low,
sexy voice that only sent shiver down her spine.
She just smiled and placed her glass down, slowly turning
around. She met his gaze, and his eyes left her speechless. He always had such
a nice brown colour but now, thanks to the sunset, the brown in his eyes was
turned green and it was even prettier than sunset.
“You’re staring.” Justin smirked playfully.
“Stop being so goddamn beautiful and I won’t.” Y/N said
pushing his arm. He griped her tighter, bringing her closer.
“Not my fault, baby.”
He lowered his lips onto hers. Y/N closed her eyes at the
touch of his soft lips. She placed her hands around his neck, playing with his
hair. He brushed his tongue over her lower lip, asking for entrance. She moaned
into kiss, pushing herself more and more into him.
Once they separated, they were both breathing heavily.
Justin kissed her forehead and she placed her head onto his chest. She closed
her eyes and listened to his heart beat.
He slowly pushed her off and grabbed her hand. “Come.” Was
all he muttered. He took her hand and took her into their shared room.
This is a very short imagine inspired by Justins vacation with his family. I know it sucks and i’m sorry.
This is a little heavy, so…prepare yourself. Hope you enjoy.
Summary:Shawn has an interview, but he has a better idea
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I took a deep breath and stretched. I felt the bed shift beside me as my handsome boyfriend wrapped an arm around me in his sleep. I turned around to face him, smiling to myself. Memories of last night popped into my head. Let’s just say we didn’t sleep for awhile.
I traced the outline of his closed eyes and the outline of his plump lips, when he started to smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked with slight amusement in his voice. His eyes were still closed.
“Nothing.” he pulled me closer and laid his head on my very naked chest. I started to run my hands through his hair, my nails softly grazing his scalp.
“Mmm. That feels nice.” He said in a sexy morning voice. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
“Nope. Just a little sore.”
“You must’ve come about 3 times last night. Are you sure?” Shawn said, lifting his head up to look at me. I smiled and blushed at the thought of last night.
“I’m fine. Promise.” I said pecking his lips. Then suddenly he grabbed me by the waist and turned over, setting my naked body on top of his.
“I like this view.”
“I’m sure you do.” I chuckled bending down and placed my lips on his. He kissed back with more passion causing me to let out a moan. His hand tightened on my hip as he asked for entrance, but before he could I broke the kiss.
“You have an interview. Better not start something we can’t finish.” I said getting off of him and making my way to the restroom.
I went to the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough. When I turned around Shawn was behind me with a smile on his face.
“Who said we couldn’t finish it?” He asked with a mischievous smile. I know what that means.
“Shawn, no we can’t. You need to get ready. Andrew already thinks that we’re rabbits in another life.” I said placing my hands on Shawn’s firm chest as he nibbled at my neck. I bite my lip as he grazed over my soft spot.
“Who knows we might be.” He whispered sucking on the spot just under my ear, making my jaw drop. He knows that if he goes there, I’m practically putty in his hands. He pulls me closer, till our naked bodies are pressed against each other. He starts to suck harder.
“Shawn.” I moan.
“Shh.” He says, tapping the back of my thigh. I jumped, giving in as he stepped into the shower with me in his arms. He brought his lips to mine as he pressed me up against the tile wall. The kiss was extremely passionate and heated. I deepened the kiss as he ran his hand up my leg. He set me down and I pushed him up against the wall. A smirk appeared on his face.
I started to kiss his neck and moved down until I was at his abs. He looked down at me, his breath hitching as I licked every ab muscle slowly. He cursed under his breath as I continued down. I grasped him in my hand and started to pump him slowly. Shawn hisses and throws his head back.
“Y/n.” He moans. I start to pump faster. He twitches in my hand. “Baby don’t stop. Please.” Soon Shawn releases on my hand. I stand up and lick his juices off my hand. He turns me around and presses me into him with a throaty grunt, turning me on. He trails his hand down my stomach, making me shiver. He then starts to rub me at a steady pace. I winced slightly.
“Shawn, I’m sore.” I moaned as he kissed my neck. Suddenly, he stuck 2 fingers in me with no warning. My jaw dropped as I held back a moan.
“Baby you don’t know sore yet.” He whispered. With that, He went deeper Causing me to press into him. He let out a grunt. My breathing quickened as he curled his fingers, making me practically scream out in pleasure. “Found it.” He starts to speed it up and my legs start to shake, I’ve never felt so much pleasure at one time before. I can’t even think straight. Before I know it, my high washed over me, my legs feeling weak. Shawn wrapped his arm around me before I collapsed to the ground. He carried me out of the shower and laid me on the bed.
“Now you’re going to be sore.” he stated kneling beside the bed.
“I hate you so much right now.” I panted, causing Shawn to laugh.
Warning: It’s graphic smut with a Doctor Roleplaying Kink. Ambw.
I couldn’t contain myself so I jumped ahead and started yours hopefully this can hold you off until I’m able to do more for you love @theggirlthatlikesasianboys
Shaking lightly, you shut the door to your large condo
resting against it for a second before you straightened up to push the pink
floral dress that you had on down some to cover your smooth chocolate skin.
Your hands sweeping your dark hair back of your shoulders. You squared them
starting to slowly walk down the hallway letting your heels pierce the floor
with each step you took. You walked towards the room next to your bedroom and you
knocked on the door before pushing it open. There he sat at an oak desk with a
white lab coat over his button down white shirt. He had on gray slacks, glasses
on his face his hair a mini rainbow of pink and blue.
“Dr. Jung?” You asked biting on your bottom lip. “I’m here
for my appointment.
Hoseok swirled around in his black chair smirking as he
looked you up and down, eyes roaming your frame. Your plump breast, curvy waist
and he could imagine how nice and juicy your ass looked from behind. “Ah, Ms.
__ that’s right your appointment is today. Come have a seat.” He grinned
patting the black chair right next to his desk. Nodding your head, you went to
sit in the black chair, crossing one leg over the other to show off your toned
thighs smiling sweetly at the male. His eyes holding mischief masked by an
eyesmile that made your stomach tighten up. “So, what can I do for you today?”
Hoseok asked you looking down his nose at you through the round glasses on his
“Well.. I know I needed a checkup doctor but, I also have
been having some problems down below.” You jutted out your lower lip crossing
your legs tighter.
“With your stomach?” Hoseok asked taking a blue notepad and
flipping it to a blank page using a black ink pen to scribble some things down.
“No. Lower. Like my princess parts lower.” You tried to
“Princess parts?” He mocked lifting an eyebrow. Heat rushed
to your face knowing he wasn’t going to give in. Sighing you nodding.
“My pussy doctor. There are things going on down there.” You
stated drumming your fingers along your leg.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that and get your
other things checked out. You can start by getting undressed for me but you can
keep your panties on for now.” Nodding your head, you stood up in front of him.
Hands moving to grip at the edge of your dress you pulled it up over your head
revealing your body to him decked with black lingerie. You put your dress on
the back of the chair hands moving behind you to unclip your bra and put it on
the seat as well. Hoseok had to catch himself from jumping on you too quickly.
He took deep breaths eyes on your body. Every inch of skin he took in until he
stood up grabbing your hand to lead you to his desk. Helping you up on it he
grabbed at his stethoscope putting the ends for his ear in. Grabbing the string
he pressed the larger circular part against your chest. “Deep breaths for me.”
His silky voice cooed out and you obeyed taking deep breaths in and out for
him. He moved the object down to your stomach and then to your back humming
thoughtfully as he listened to your heart. “I think we need to do some heart exercises
to make sure your heart is still healthy you know? Don’t want you performing
tasks and you have a heart attack.” Hoseok said carefully eyes full of concern
as he pulled back to take the stethoscope from your body. He sat it down on the
desk beside you tapping your chin. “Open your mouth.” You obeyed opening your
mouth. Hoseok used two fingers to press against your tongue pushing down your
jaw as he looked in your mouth humming. “Hmm, it seems we need to do some work
on your mouth as well. Have you had any problems?” He asked pulling his fingers
back to lick on them.
“Oh, yes doctor. I haven’t been swallowing well lately. It’s
hard to hold a lot and I worry that my vocal chords are becoming worse.”
Sighing softly, you played with your hair.
“That’s nothing doctor Hope can’t fix.” Hoseok went to grab
at his notepad writing more things down. “Now then.” He smiled at you putting
the pad down. He moved his hands to grab at your breast. Cupping them he rolled
his fingers against your bud as he lifted up your breast inspecting the underside
of them pouting. “They are a handful. Do they give you any problems?” He asked
pushing them together pressing his thumbs against them.
“A-ah doctor they hurt sometimes. Right now, they feel
pretty sore. With all the bouncing they do when I have to perform certain
actions it’s hard.” All the innuendos passing between the two of you, you loved
it but you reminded yourself to be almost as serious as you possibly could.
“Let’s make sure to get you feeling better then.” Hoseok
leaned forward his warm breath ghosting over your skin. His tongue darted out
to lap against your perky nipples causing you to moan and grab at his hair
lightly before your hands quickly retreated. Hoseok flicked his tongue rapidly
up and down your nipples looking up at you while he did so.
“Mm doctor. Won’t your fiancé be a bit mad that you’re doing
such things to your patient?” You asked panting softly feeing your stomach
clench, a jolt of sheer pleasure and thrill running up your spine as he lightly
sucked on your nipples thinking about his answer.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides it’s my duty
as your doctor to make sure you feel all better before you go. I insist on it.”
With every phrase, he spoke it was like his voice became deeper intoxicating
and dripping with lust. He leaned forward to kiss and suck on your nipples a
little more. His wet tongue causing your skin to become decorated with little
goosebumps. “Now then that that’s all
better. Let’s see about the rest of you. Let’s do you a quick physical let’s
see you touch your toes.”
“Yes sir.” You chirped out seeing Hoseok’s jaw clench as you
hopped down off the desk. You moved in front of him bending over slowly to
press your fingers against your toys. You weren’t too limber but he had made
you bend into certain positions that was easy to keep.
“Nice frame.” Hoseok noted walking around your bent body
until he was standing behind you. His hands reached out to grab at your ass
cheeks spreading them apart causing your panties to slip through your plump ass
cheeks. “Ass is also nice.” He noted slapping your left and right cheek separately.
“I think your ass needs a little more slaps. It’ll help make sure your cushion
is aiding you when you sit down.” He gripped at your ass cheeks before he rubbed
his hands together. Moving to open the drawer up on his desk he pour baby oil
on your ass cheeks rubbing it into your skin lightly. He moved to slap your ass
again. Starting out with gentle hits and working his way up to rough harsh hits
on your skin causing your ass cheeks to become numb. Every hit caused pain to
dance up your spine but you took it grabbing onto your ankles biting your lips.
“Doctor-ahh.” You mewled out licking your lips.
“Shh kitten. I got this.” Hoseok warned slapping your ass cheeks
harder. He didn’t stop until his own hands were warm and threatening of
becoming numb. He leaned down to lick across your ass cheeks flicking his
tongue and tapping it against your plump cheeks knowing you would like it when
he did it. “Let’s put you in another position.” He mused grabbing at your body
he lifted you back up to the desk. He laid you on your back. Lifting up your
legs to press behind your head. Hoseok saw you struggling and his eyes roamed
your figure as he shook his head. “It looks like you need a lot of work here. I’m
going to prescribe you some positions that will help limber you out.” Hoseok
drug his nails down your underside thighs as he helped you pull your legs down.
“On the bed. You say you were having some trouble with your pussy?”
“Oh yes!” You exclaimed moving very slowly towards the bed.
Taking a seat on it, your ass was sore but you tried to smile it off, cursing
him for being so sadistic. He gave you a look of continue, and he moved to
bring his chair towards you. “Well doctor Hoseok. Lately me and my daddy have
been trying to get me to squirt. But it hasn’t been happening and we wanted to
know was it just me or if he wasn’t doing a good job.” You bit back a smirk as
you watched his eyes flicker quickly before he masked it with a smile.
“Ah yes squirting. Well not everyone can do it but I assure
you that most of the times you probably just don’t know how. Are you sure it’s
your daddy? Or maybe it’s you?” He taunted and you laughed shrugging.
“I didn’t think it was me but I’ve also played with myself
in the spare time or on Skype for him and it seems I can never cause myself to
do it.” You admitted biting on your bottom lip.
“Well, let’s look at it and see what we can do.” Hoseok
pulled at your panties pulling them down from your hips and off your body. “Legs
up kitten.” He called out and you obeyed. Raising up your legs Hoseok brought
rope down hanging from the polls on the bed. He gripped at each ankle tying
them to a bedpost spreading you wide for him. Moving back to sit down in front
of your pussy he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit slowly. He used his hand
to spread your pussy lips open watching as your pussy gleamed and a few drops
of wetness seeped out. “It seems that you produce water very well so that is a
good start.” He nodded his head.
“Oh I stay very wet doctor.” You fisted the covers watching
him with lust filled eyes.
“I don’t think your fiancé would agree with you letting
another man make you wet kitten. I don’t know if I should even stick my fingers
inside to help you out.” He challenged with his fingers stroking at your
entrance. Your head rolled back but instead of giving in you pouted batting
your eyelashes looking at him.
“But doctor you promised to make me feel better! You
insisted. Like you said, it’s our secret, right?” You asked and he groaned
“Our dirty little secret kitten. Now then let’s see if I can
persuade this pussy to do what I want.” Hoseok smiled up at you sliding his
ring and middle finger inside of you slowly. He pushed himself knuckles deep
leaning forward to lick some of the wetness from your pussy lips. His eyes
drank up the sight before him and it only made his want grow deeper. Hoseok
watched your lips part he could feel how warm and wet you were. How your walls
fit snug around his fingers and he couldn’t help but wonder how good they would
feel around his cock as he pounded into you. But one thing at a time. Hoseok
started to pull his fingers back, only to push them back forward fingering you
slowly. His eyes held yours for a moment, his thumb reaching up to tap against
your clit causing your hips to jerk. He smirked rubbing it in using a circular
motion on you before he changed it to just up and down. His fingers curved
inside of you and he increased his speed standing up to tower over your bound
body. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper curving them to make a come-hither
motion inside of you. Soon he was scissoring you out adding a third finger
inside of you. “It seems your pussy is so tight. Your fiancé doesn’t fuck you
too much, does he?” He asked you trying to keep a conversation going his other
hand caressing the inside of your thighs causing them to shake as you breathed
“He is always busy. S-so he doesn’t get to play with kitten
that much. But kitten gets just as busy with things so-“ Your head rolled back
as you let out a loud cry trying to keep your hips still.
“Mmm. It sounds like you both need to learn how to time
manage.” Hoseok scolded fingering his digits faster inside of your pussy. Lewd squelching
noises could be heard as he moved his three fingers inside of you. Your stomach
tightened and Hoseok noticed every little movement you made.
“We try.” You huffed out gently.
“Try harder.” He growled at you, fucking growled at you.
Crying out your head hit the sheets. He knew how wet that made you, how weak
that got you. He started to shake his hand side to side pushing his thick
fingers deeper inside of you. Using such force, he had to control himself, his
veins popping out his neck and his muscles flexing as he let his speed pick up.
He was rewarded with your wetness, your body writhing as you hollered out his
name legs jerking. You squirted for him, the wetness getting on his arm and the
sheets under you and a little bit on the bottom of his shirt. Hoseok moaned as
he watched you continuing to pull your wetness from you for a few more seconds
before he took his hand back. He grinned wickedly licking on his fingers
watching you. “Well. I don’t think it’s your body that’s the problem. You both
are probably doing something wrong.”
“Are you sure. It wasn’t just pure luck?” You asked
breathing deeply against the sheets pushing back up to rest on your elbows.
Hoseok eyes glinted with something you couldn’t read. Instead of saying
anything he shoved his three fingers back inside of you shaking them like he
had done moving them side to side.
“Hoseok!” You shouted out rolling back against the bed hips
jerking as you tried to fuck his fingers your fingers pulling harder onto the
sheets. He smirked in success pulling his fingers back after another round of
your water covered the sheets and him. He licked his fingers again pulling off
the white lab coat and throwing it on his desk. He rubbed his hands together
going to get on his knees in front of you. He let his tongue lick up and down
your slit. He leaned close to place his mouth on your pussy moaning as he
licked your pussy slowly. He licked on your clit slowly and even slower he let
his tongue move down to your entrance circling it around your opening before he
pulled back and went down lower. Spreading your ass cheeks wide he pressed his
warm tongue against your asshole. He looked up at you slowly sliding his tongue
into your ass hole groaning as the tightness sucked him in and gripped around
his muscle. He used his thumb to press back against your clit just holding it
there causing you to let out a needy whine. Your hand move to grab at his hair.
“Who told you to touch the doctor?” Hoseok asked as he
pulled back from you to peer down at you. Wordlessly you let his hair go but he
slapped your pussy demanding an answer.
“No one! I’m sorry d..”
“D?” He asked and you puffed out your cheeks.
“I’m sorry doctor.” You replied coolly. He leaned forward to
bite against your thigh leaving a purple hickey before he pulled back moving to
open his drawer once again. He pulled out some toys moving back to the bed
setting them down beside you.
He pressed a ridged dildo against your pussy. Turning on a
little button to make it vibrate he rubbed it up and down your dripping pink
slit. He tapped it against your entrance watching as it got coated with your
juices. He slid in the toy into your pussy making sure it was deep inside
thrusting it in and out slowly. His other hand grabbed at some lube under the
bed, he poured it on crystal pink jeweled butt plug letting his fingers circle
the toy around your entrance. Slowly he pushed it inside of your tight asshole.
You grunted in slight pain and he leaned over to take your nipples back into
his mouth sucking on them before he pulled back to let his mouth travel
upwards. He sucked on your skin, tongue darting out to lick across your
collarbone he littered your skin with dark bruises. He buried his face in your
neck inhaling your intoxicating scent. Moaning your name softly he thrusted the
toy harder inside of your pussy. The bumps and ridges grazed your walls causing
your hips to circle. He pulled back to push his forehead against yours looking
in your eyes. He pressed a few tiny kisses against your lips.
“Your pussy is talking baby girl. Let me hear you.” He cooed
licking across your bottom lip and you nodded giving in. Opening your mouth a
bit wider you moaned for him, his hand picking up the speed more with the toy
he wanted to make you cum as many times as you would let him. He leaned down to
lick across your clit nibbling on it gently. “I love it when my kitten is being
so good for me.” He breathed out against your soaked pussy eyeing you with want
and need the look alone had you wanted to cum.
“D-doctor please.” You breathed out head rolling back and
back arching off the soft sheets gently.
“Yes go on.” He called out flicking his tongue faster
against your pussy.
“Can I cum please?” You asked him, your stomach was
tightening and you were gripping the toy for dear life. Hoseok hummed looking
at you before he bit on the inside of your thigh humming against your skin. “No
hold it.” He warned picking up speed yet again watching as your body trembled against
the bed. You opened your mouth wanting to protest but with one flick of his wrist
he was hard against your spot fucking you and he knew he had you. You continued
to suck on the air licking your chapped lips cursing silently to yourself. You
didn’t know how long you could last with him fucking your spot. Your body
writhed against the sheets, sweat starting to form at the center of your
forehead, your body was starting to heat up more it was crazy how much
restraint you had. It hurt in the most pleasurable of ways. He licked up your
pussy to your stomach licking around the flesh he bit harshly on your spot
against your belly button causing you to holler out, your orgasm trickling down
slowly as you released. Hoseok immediately pulled the toy back glaring down at
you. He crawled on the bed gripping at your hair harshly he pulled you up.
“I’m so sorry!” You cried out but Hoseok wasn’t hearing it.
He shoved the toy into your mouth with the vibrations still on. He jammed it
into your mouth causing you to deepthroat it choking lightly he pushed it down
your throat enjoying the spit that he was causing on falling from your lips
down to your chin. Your eyes were watery but he had no mercy. He pulled the toy
back slapping the wet item against your breast and your cheeks and shoved it
back into your mouth to make you suck your juices off some more. Once he was
done he turned off the toy and threw it on the bed, grabbing at his glasses to
take them off so they wouldn’t be in the way anymore. He moved to grab at your
ankles and you felt your stomach drop lower into your legs. You thought it
would be over but Hoseok gripped at your ankles pulling you down and off the
bed onto your knees.
You watched as he slowly stripped himself of all of his
clothes and folded them up to press them on the desk. He looked at you walking
towards you slowly. “You know what to do.” He said clenching his teeth.
“Yes daddy.” You mewled slightly grabbing his cock with your
hands. Your hand pumped him once before your tongue went from your parted lips
to flick across his slit. You started to suck on his head not wanting to tease
the man anymore because you were in trouble. You started to suck harder on his
shaft instantly hollowing your cheeks to suck him in deeper. Your hand played
with his balls as you bobbed your head up and down quickly. He was loving it.
His hands moved to tangle into your smooth locks, he pulled on your hair
pulling your head down until you were taking him inch for inch. Your nose
pressing against the base of his dick. You looked up at him, he spread his legs
wide, moaning as you swallowed around him. Of course, you choked a little bit
and your eyes watered but for him you took it all. Pulling back from him you
moved your lips to lick across his balls sucking and playing with them your
hand worked on stroking him faster. He growled slightly the pleasure building
up in his body. Hoseok couldn’t hold too much. “On the bed. Now.” Hoseok weakly
growled out voice quivering as he watched you move around.
You moved to crawl on the bed, laying on your back. Hoseok
pulled you to him once again spreading your legs wide he let his cock twitch
and tap against your heat. He started to grind himself against you crawling
over you. Hoseok eyed you letting his cock get more wet with your juices. He
let the tip of his cock graze against your clit. “You came without permission. So,
in order for me to fuck you, then you need to beg.” He ordered in a stern
“I want daddy inside of my tight little pussy. I need daddy
to make it better to stretch me out. I need daddy pounding into me fucking my
brain out. Making me weak taking my breath away. I want my daddy’s cum deep
inside of my slutty little pussy. I want to feel every inch being slammed into
me-“ Hoseok cut you off slamming his hips forward to bury himself inside of
your tight pussy. His hand pressing against your throat lightly pinning you to
bed he started to lurch his hips forward burying himself to the hilt each town
he entered inside of you. Your voice failed you and it was replaced with screams
and you were trying to focus on feeling every inch of him. Hoseok smirked
taking out the anal plug from your asshole. His thumb was replaced and he
thrusted it in and out of you causing you to feel more full and take him in. He
used his dancing hips on you winding and grinding his hips against your body
not breaking the space as his balls slapped your ass. He looked down at you
feeling his cock throb inside of you the need to release was deep. Your walls
were so warm and intoxicating and he couldn’t do anything but he had to hold
out for you. Closing his hand tighter around your neck he closed off your air
using his force to slide you up and down the bed with every thrust. He watched
as the air drained from your body, your hands were beside you until your air
was getting cut off. Slowly using all of your strength you whimpered out to
press your hand on top of his as you were blacking out. Hoseok moved his thumb
from your ass snapping against your spot. He released your throat barking out
“Cum.” Hoseok commanded using both hands to slam you down on
“Thank you, daddy!” You cried out as the pleasure rushed
through your body. Your juices were slipping out of your pussy unstopped as
Hoseok without mercy fucked you into the mattress. He watched you unravel and
lose yourself for him. With a few more thrusts he was burying thick white loads
of cum inside of you. He leaned over you moving his hands up your body to rest
on his elbows. He rested on top of you breathing deeply. His colored hair
plastered against his forehead as he looked at you with his bangs falling in
his eyes. Sweat dripping off of his face Hoseok picked you up off of the bed
shaking his head. He started to slam you up and down on his cock, your hands
pressing down on his shoulder blades and you shouted out, your pussy feeling overstimulated
and very sensitive. He fucked you like a ragdoll snapping his hips against
yours bruising your hips with his own. Your ass was becoming sore again as the
pain from the slapping came back. He smirked biting on your bottom lip as he
let his erected cock plow into you. Since you were in such a state you were
cumming again on his cock tears streaming down from your face as you let your
voice ring out for him. Gibberish trying to come out as you spoke Hoseok
groaned cumming with you releasing a few more ropes of cum. Your name falling
from his lips and a few cruse words. He held your body against his pressing
kisses up your neck before he laid sideways with you. Smiling softly down at
you he played in your sweaty hair humming tiredly.
“How did I do princess?” He asked cupping your cheeks.
“Princess is thoroughly fucked and very happy now daddy.” You
complimented your lover kissing his lips deeply. “Just promise you will never
cheat.” You teased and he chuckled.
“I’m such a horrible doctor. I don’t think I would last all
day. But I can cure your sadness. Because I’m your hope and your sunshine. But
you’re my everything and nothing can compare to you. So don’t ever forget that.”
He spoke softly. You let your fingers cup his cheek stroking his skin you
giggled looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m glad you feel that way though because I don’t want to
share-“ You were cut off by a soft snore and being startled you looked down at
Hoseok who was fast asleep with one arm tightening around your waist keeping
you close. Laughing softly you kissed on his lips shutting your eyes as well
knowing that since he was buried inside of you he would wake you up with sex
A/N: So this is 2.7K words. Just a heads up. This is also the fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway despite having several requests that I haven’t gotten to. Just been on a Frank kick lately. Sorry, not sorry.
The cross-country road trip from California to New York only
took you a few days. It would have been faster except you kept stopping at rest
stops to use their wifi so you could fine a place in New York to live during
your trip. Granted you probably should have done that before you packed up your
car and left the west coast but you didn’t care. There was nothing left there
for you and that’s all that mattered.
Rating: T Warnings: Language Summary: Requested by anon - “Can you write a Chris Evans imagine of him proposing to you in Boston?
You’re from California but he knew that you would move out there to
settle down with him.” Note: Here you go, lovely. I hope it came out ok. Thanks for reading! xo
Marriage had never been
a topic you and Chris shied away from. In fact, it was discussed openly from
the get go. Just like any other committed couple, it was important to not only
you, but to Chris as well to know where you both stood in the relationship. Not
long after becoming exclusive, you spent hours upon hours sharing your dreams
about your potential future children, and a house spacious enough for a big
family, nothing too extravagant where you’d have to hire help, but decent sized
bedrooms and a large kitchen and living room to fill with hearty meals and
laughter and love and lifelong memories you’d both treasure.
The tricky thing was you
were a Californian – born and raised –, while Chris was… well, a forever
Bostonian at heart – no secret there. That’d been one thing neither one of you
brought to light when discussing your future. Until one day…
Summary: The Reader and Tom are having a prank war.. let’s just say Tom is in for some trouble.
Warnings: Swearing cause I swear IRL and so does Tom. Cute/ funny
Word Count: 1,500
A/N: I saw Spider-Man Homecoming again tonight :,) Inspired by Tom & Harry’s prank video I saw on Youtube lol.
“So how’s the prank war going,I heard your wife is in the lead?” The Interviewer asks repositioning himself in the chair.He had a grin on his face waiting for my answer. I knew this question was going to pop up.
“She is… Last week she glues my hand to my script which luckily was just the last page.. as you probably heard she drew a realistic spider on the toilet roll causing me to scream, trip , and fall into our shower…” I admit laughing in embarrassment.
“You actually fell for it even while knowing you’re in a prank war with her?” he laughs shuffling his cards.
“It looked so real! Mate, if you were in my situation and scared of spiders like me you would understand!” The memory of the spider made a shiver run down my spine. My laughter gets cut off by my phone ringing. Apologizing to the staff I answer it holding my phone away from my face. I normally ignore my mom’s calls but it’s my wife and I love her and her beautiful face.
“Hello Darling , how are you?” I smile but internally scared by her angry face in the screen.
“Thomas Stanley Holland… YOU SWITCHED MY OREOS FILLING WITH TOOTHPASTE?!” Her voice making me shrink back in my chair. Fuck. She’s hangry, pregnant and hormonal. I knew this prank was risky.
“You’re not getting anything from me this weekend when you come back home, not even the special thing you like eith- please tell me you didn’t answer this in an interview” I laugh out loud as her cheeks turn pink. The sound of the crew and the interviewers laughter makes her eyes widen.
“Yes love, we were just on the subject of the prank war..”
“Well Thomas you’re going to regret messing with my oreos..” Her middle finger is the last thing I see before the line goes off.
“Fuck” I groan tilting my head back my eyes widening when I realized I swore,looking over at the camera.
“I’m sorry Sony” but on the inside I’m screaming FUCK ME I’M SCREWED WHEN I GET HOME.
“What am I saying, I’m a Brit and I swear a lot.. They can’t be mad I made my pregnant wife angry” I nervously laugh looking to the side.God this is going to be a long day, I’m so nervous to go back home now.
“At least you got the video of him falling into the shower, he just knows you have the picture”Zendaya laughs clapping her hands together.
“Today he answered his phone and then I got mad at him cause he messed with my Oreos and then I said he wouldn’t get anything from me and not even the special thing he likes then I realized he was in an interview because of all the Spider-Man backgrounds.. “
“YOU’RE KIDDING ME” her face drops completely her laughter ending. I wish I was kidding,yet I wasn’t. Now I’m going to become a meme with Tom’s fans I know it. Their memes are floating around the internet as we speak.
“Yes, and he had me on FaceTime while he was in an interview” I groan as I burry my face in my hands. All I heard was Zendaya’s laughter fill the air. Her laughter was a great sound but it sucked hearing it you were still so embarrassed.
“Girl, don’t stress out you’ll harm my future Godbaby out.. That just means you have to get him back so badly he will want a truce” She grins mischievously quirking an eyebrow up. God her eyebrows were threaded by Aphrodite herself.
“Well I did have a plan for him when he get’s home, maybe it will be bad enough for him to end it.” I sigh adjusting the screen of my phone. Zendaya was currently sitting in her hotel room and was bored. The two of you becoming close and picking on Tom was fun for the two of you.
“What do you have planned for him?”
“Well I was going to do something with his hair gel but I love his curls too much to put glue in the gel..”
“Okay well I have an idea since you mentioned glue.. it will be one sticky situation he can’t get away with now listen closely” Reaching over I grab a piece of paper and a pen.
“Ready, Okay let’s get started”
“Darling, I’m home!”
“Hey baby, how was the rest of the day?” I ask chopping up some carrots, the knife going down harder hearing his voice.
“Uh.. darling please be careful with the knife.. you could hurt yourse-” Stabbing the knife into cutting board, Tom flinches from the sound taking a step back. Hormonal,pregnant and a knife.. Not a good combination.
“Alrighty then.. I’m just going to go to the bathroom and probably have a scroll through instagram while you cool down darling..” He backs away out of the kitchen slowly.
“Hold on, I have to pick up something I spilled in the basin” I walk towards the bathroom making sure I had the thing Zendaya told me to get. Once inside I fix up the bathroom getting everything settled.
Leaving the bathroom with my items I let him in. Tom presses a kiss against my forehead before walking past me. “Tessa , come here love” I call out setting her dish onto the floor. Grabbing the baby book I was reading earlier in the day. I make my way to the couch and sit down setting it aside.
Opening up my camera I press record waiting for him to realize and finally I hear Tom shout.“GOD DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK… SERIOUSLY BABE?!”
Paybacks a bitch isn’t it…
“YOU GLUED ME DOWN?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING!!!”
Laughter is pouring out of you as you walk over to the bathroom. Tom being an idiot and not locking it you walk in. He covers himself groaning loudly a grin on your face. “Can we please have a truce.. I give up CAUSE MY ASS IS GLUED TO THE SEAT!”
“So does that mean I’ve won the war?” I ask peeking from behind the camera. A huge grin was plastered on my face. He glares grabbing a strip of toilet paper from the roll.
“I Tom Holland, surrender to the Prank War Queen, now get me the fuck off babe!” He waves the toilet paper strip like a flag. He uses his shirt to cover himself on the camera.
“Okay baby, let me get the nail polish remover” Pressing end on the video I set my phone on the counter.
“God you’re lucky I love you” He looks at you with a loving smile that melts your heart.
“More than yesterday?” I ask tilting my head to the side holding up the bottle of nail polish remover.
“Yes I love your more, more, more than yesterday, now get me off of here… I can feel my unborn child judging me from inside you” he pleads as you open the cap grabbing cotton balls.
“You better not fuck with my oreos again Thomas Holland..” My voice stern as I rub the soaked cotton ball on the skin connected on the seat.
“I promise not to touch the oreos darling.. I risked the war with fucking up the oreos..” He sighs as you work at separating his skin.
“How much glue did you put on here?”
“I don’t know! Zendaya said to use a lot because you have a “thick ass” I say throwing up quotation marks.
“My ass isn’t stupid, it’s a nice ass!” he defends crossing his arms over his chest. Rolling your eyes you finish the left side moving to the right.
“I know your ass isn’t stupid babe, it’s an American term.. In terms it means you have a big ass” I laugh getting another cotton ball throwing the other one away.
“I love you darling, even when we do crazy shit like this” You feel his lips press against the back of your head.
The moment he got free he stood pulling his pants up. Remnants of glue still stuck to his ass and legs making me laugh. The glare he sent my way silenced me right away. Tom picks up a bag from the dining room table handing it to me. Opening it up was a new package of Oreos calling your name.
“I love you so much, thank you” I pull him by his shirt pressing my lips against his.
“More than yesterday?” he mumbles against your lips. Breaking apart I nod my head up at him cupping his cheek with my free hand.
You loved this man just as much as the Oreos you were holding.
Summary: You had noticed Julian’s recent nightmares and were attempting to wait for him to come to you to talk about it. Though, when he refuses to tell you what’s going on you mind tells you what must’ve happened and your reaction puts you in grave danger.
Word count: 2,038
Warnings: mentions of cheating and sex, implied sexual harassment
Julian just wanted to leave everything that happened with Alchemy in the past. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He thought when the Philosopher’s Stone was gone he could just move on. Except it wasn’t that easy. Every night he had nightmares of all the people he hurt, of savitar’s voice inside his head.
You had been noticing he was acting strange but he never told you what was troubling him. It was unlike him to not tell you what was wrong, for the past two years you’d been together he told you everything. You knew that it must be something he’s not ready to discuss if he hasn’t told you yet. You wanted to know but you didn’t want to pry. You made sure to constantly tell him that you’d be there to listen as soon as he is ready to talk about it. It pained you to see him hurting and to know that he was bottling up all of his emotions.
You felt him jolt awake and could hear his heavy breathing. You turn on your side to face him and see him sitting up, elbows to his knees, and head in his hands. You hear light, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth and your heart breaks to see him like this.
You sit up and run a hand up and down his bare back, not saying anything and just letting him calm down. He begins to relax at your touch but you can still feel the tension in his muscles. You place a hand on his forearm and he pulls his head from his hands to look at you.
“Do you want to talk about it,” you ask lightly while sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers.
“No,” he chokes out, fiddling with your fingers. “I just want to forget about it.”
“You can’t forget about it by keeping everything in,” the hand you hand on his back moves to his cheek, he melts into your palm and looks into your eyes.
“I don’t want things between us to be ruined,” he says just above a whisper.
Your heart sinks, you don’t know what he did but by the sounds of that it’s not good. There are few things that could jeopardize the relationship you two have and your face falls when you think about what he could’ve done.
When the thought crosses your mind you remove your hands from him and place them in your lap. You just stare at them and try to fight the urge to cry, even though tears are filling your eyes.
At first he is confused at your change in demeanor, then he realizes the only thing that could be going through your head.
“No, no, no,” he quickly grabs your hands. “It’s not that, I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on my life.”
“You have been gone a lot of nights recently,” you say. “How can you explain that?”
He sighs, “I can’t.”
The first tear falls from your eye. “Okay,” you choke before getting up and out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Julian asks, concerned, as you put on a shirt and some leggings.
“To clear my head,” you say while putting on a cardigan and boots.
“Y/N, listen, you have to believe that it wasn’t that.”
“I can’t Julian,” you snap and you can see him tense up. “You haven’t been around most nights, you won’t tell me what’s going on with you, when was the last time we even had dinner together? And I can’t even recall the last time we had sex so it wouldn’t surprise me that your getting it from someone else,” all your sadness had turned to rage, you cross your arms and lean onto your hip.
“Please, just believe me,” he looks up at you with his bright blue, puppy eyes. A look that use to make you do anything, but not now.
“I’ll believe it when you prove it,” you go to walk out the bedroom door.
“Y/N it’s 3 a.m. It’s not safe to be walking around the city.”
You ignore him and just keep walking, you make sure to slam the door of your apartment shut. You stand in the hallway for a moment. Waiting to hear Julian’s footsteps coming after you but they never come. You shake your head and head for the stairs, that’s enough for you to prove you’re right.
Julian wakes up the next morning and sees you’re still not home. He wanted to go after you when you left but seeing you walk away broke him. He couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was sob and sob. He cried himself to sleep and woke up to his pillowcase still damp from his tears.
He did his best to pull himself together and get ready for work. He couldn’t hide that his eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot and he didn’t even have the energy to fix his hair. He just put on some clothes and left for the precinct.
When he got to the lab he was surprised to see Barry already there. He would’ve made a snarky remark about Barry being early for once in his life but he couldn’t even muster up enough energy for that. He just went straight to his desk, saying nothing.
Barry looked at him for a second, awaiting the snarky remark he undoubtedly deserved. It never came, Julian immediately pulled out some files and got to work. Barry tilted his head in confusion, that’s when he noticed it. He could tell Julian had been up all night, he could see he’d been crying and that his normal scowl was more of a saddened pout.
“Hey, Julian are you okay?” Barry asks.
“I’m fine, Allen,” he replied, except Barry could tell by his tone he was indeed not fine.
Before Barry could say anything Joe runs into the room. “Barry we need you to head down to a crime scene and Julian I need you to come with me.”
Barry knowing Julian was having a rough day thought maybe solving a case would lighten him up. “I think Julian should head down to the scene,” he says. “He’s a better CSI.”
“No, I need him to head over to the hospital with me.”
“Hospital?” Julian stands up. “Why?” Worry starts to fill his voice, the only thing running through his head is you.
Joe lets out a sigh, “It’s Y/N, she got hurt last night. She was found just a little over an hour ago, it was bad. Barry needs to go look at the crime scene and Julian you should see Y/N. I can explain more to you on the way.”
Julian feels sick to his stomach as Joe told him the whole story during the car ride to the Central City Hospital. It happened barely two blocks from your apartment building. All the police knew so far was that you had been pulled into a back alley and were stabbed. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the switchblade remaining lodged in her stomach. That was all the knew, they hadn’t gotten a statement from you yet. When you were found you were out cold and all the anesthetics are continuing to keep you that way.
Julian feels the air knocked out from his lungs when he steps into your hospital room. The sight of your weak, limp body would surely be enough to cause him to break down again, but there were no tears left in him.
“I’ll give you two your space,” Joe rests a hand on Julian’s shoulder before exiting the room.
Julian stands in the doorway, mouth hanging a gap for a few moments before walking towards you. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed and takes your normally warm hand in his, shivers go up his spine when he feels how cold you are. He sighs running his free hand through his hair.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out. “This is all my fault,” he shakes his head before taking your hand in both of his. “I swear as soon as your up I’ll explain everything,” he rests his head on your hand. “I’ll make this better, I promise,” a tear slips down his cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again.
An hour passes, Julian’s head still rests on your hand.
“So, this is Y/N?” He hears a voice in the doorway ask. He looks up to see Barry leaning on the door frame. He nods before turning back to her. “You’ve never mentioned her.”
“In case you haven’t noticed I don’t consider you a close friend, do I, Allen?” He remarks, eyes fixated on your features. “What did you learn from the scene?”
“Well, she was found around six, from the looks of the scene and the wound she must’ve been stabbed around five,” Barry explains.
“That makes no sense,” Julian shakes her head. “She left at three, the scene was only two blocks from our apartment it wouldn’t take her two hours to get there.”
“Maybe she was walking back,” Barry suggest.
“No, I know where she was going and she wouldn’t go by the alley where she was found.”
“I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to know what happened in that time gap. I’ll leave you two alone until then,” he says before leaving the room.
Julian caresses your face, “What happened to you?” He whispers.
He studies your face. He notices your eyes rapidly moving while shut, just as they would if you were having a nightmare. Your breathing picks up, your chest moving up and down frantically. Your heart rate steadily goes up and sweat begins to trickle down your face. Julian grows worried at the sight, not knowing what to do, if he should wake you up or not.
You start to mumble something, “Don’t touch, don’t touch me,” you repeat, getting louder. You jolt awake panting.
“Y/N,” Julian places a hand on the small of your back.
“No!” You shout causes him to back off. “Don’t touch me,” you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry.
“Love, what happened,” he quietly asks.
“He was so scary,” you choke out.
“Who?” He asks but you stay silent. “Baby, who was it?”
“I don’t know,” your voice is a whisper, you hug your knees into your chest. “It was dark and I was blindfolded,” the tears stream down your face. “And then-then-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.
Julian can already put two and two together. “Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened,” he says, ashamed of himself. He knows this is all his fault, he should’ve just told you the truth from the start. “This is all my fault,” he hesitantly places a hand on you back. He can feel your body shake as you cry. “I should’ve told you what was going on.”
“Julian, I don’t care to think about that right now,” your voice is muffled due to the fact your head is still buried in your knees. You turn your head so your cheek is resting on your knee and your facing him, except you can’t make eye contact. You take one of his hands in yours, your grip weak. “Can you just lay with me?” Your voice is almost as weak as your grip.
“Anything, love,” he says before crawling next to you on your small hospital bed.
You rest your head and a hand on his chest. You sigh as you grasp and release the material of his shirt. Your mind is filled with the memories that will forever be embedded in your brain. You screaming and fighting, trying to escape but nothing worked. Then, Julian’s arms wrap around you and suddenly you feel safe again.
“I’ll never let anything like this happen again,” he speaks, softly. “I promise,” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.
“I love you.”
Julian smiles at your words, glad that even though there’s some damage you’re here. You’re safe in his arms.
Her lips formed into a frown as she pulled into Harry’s
drive way. He was supposed to be at the studio. She hadn’t seen him in months,
but she needed the rest of her clothes, she needed her stuff back. She walked
towards the house, using the key she still had. The house was different. Dirty
dishes laid in the kitchen, water bottles, beer cans, and trash were spread in
the living room. She wanted to clean up after him, she did, but he didn’t
deserve it. She makes her way up the stairs, pushing open the door to their
formally shared room. The bed was a mess, sheets tossed everywhere. She rolled
her eyes, tossing the suitcase on the bed and grabbing the clothes.
She zips the luggage, setting it on the ground. She couldn’t
help it, she made the bed. It just seemed so messy and she couldn’t help it.
She walks back downstairs, fumbling with her key chain trying to take off the
house key. She frowns, hearing a car pull up. Harry practically jumped out
seeing her car in the driveway. He runs inside and stops seeing her.
“Was just returning your key,” she says, “and grabbing the
rest of my stuff.”
“I’ve missed you,” he says, his eyes soften seeing her face.
Her eyes are dull, no emotions in them. Her cheeks puffy and
bags under her eyes, her usual well-kept hair is tossed in a messy ponytail.
She doesn’t look good; she doesn’t look happy. He doesn’t look well either,
stains on his shirt.
“You’ve gotta clean up in here,” is all she says, “or else
you’ll get flies.”
“Y/N,” he whispered, “please.”
She closes her eyes, inhaling sharply, “you were supposed to
be at the studio,” she says to him.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” he answered, “where are you
She had been couch surfing, staying at friend’s apartments.
She hadn’t slept in a real bed in days and she couldn’t afford to buy an
apartment on her own, the dorms at her school all filled up.
“Here and there,” she shrugs, “doesn’t matter.”
She starts to walk but he blocks the door way, “I’m sorry,”
he says, “I was dumb, so fucking dumb.”
He breaks down again, falling in front of her. His arms
wrapping around her legs, head resting on her stomach, “if you just gave me one
more chance baby, I would never hurt you again,” he cried, “please.”
She closes her eyes, pulling his arms off and falling in
front of him. Harry cups her face, pressing his forehead against hers, and she
closes her eyes, her hands coming on top of his, “you hurt me, I can’t trust
you,” she whispered, “I can’t.”
“Please,” he begged, “I promise I’ll be better, I promise.
Fuck her, Kelly was-“
“Don’t say her name,” she pleaded, “please.”
“She was a fucking mistake, please y/n,” he begged, lips on
her cheeks, kissing her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, every part of her face.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She closes her eyes, her head resting on his shoulders, “shh,”
she begs, “we can’t Harry.”
She lifts her head, looking at his pain filled eyes, “I’ll
cancel my tour, stay here and work on my relationship with you, I’ll do
“Don’t do that,” she says, “just-just don’t see her.”
“I can do that.”
“This doesn’t mean we will get back together,” she says, “it
means we will work on it.”
Harry nods frantically, “okay,” he agrees.
She sniffled, rubbing her nose, “I can’t sleep in the same
room as you,” she says, “I still need some kind of space, we can’t pretend this
didn’t happen. You want my trust? Work for it.”
“I will,” Harry says, “I promise.”
She nods, sitting on the ground next to him, their backs
against the wall, legs extended as Harry looks at her, but she looks straight
ahead, “I love you,” he whispered.
She doesn’t respond, she turns her head to look at him, her
hand coming on top of his, “we can do this,” Harry says.
She squeezes his hand. Her head rest on his shoulder, “we
have some work ahead of us,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he repeats.
“I love you too,” she says, her voice gentle and a tear
falls from her eyes.
“i can’t be spider-man if i don’t have you”// peter parker imagine
hey there guys it’s meg and tbh this is probably the first full imagine/blurb thing i’ve written so bear with me but i’m kinda digging it :’)
requests are always open
pairing: peter parker x reader
warnings: angst, lil fluff, aNGSt
description: you’ve always been supportive of peter and his double life hero obligations, but when he can’t make some time for your birthday, you grow disappointed and he has to acknowledge what is really important to him
it’s obvious peter’s time management skills could improve, but hey, he’s kind of trying to save new york one bad guy at a time so of course you’ve been forgiving. however tonight of all nights was the one night you’ve truly asked peter to make a priority. you’ve been nothing but supportive and understanding throughout his spidey career and he couldn’t be more thankful, but when your birthday rolled around and he swore up and down he’d prioritize your birthday dinner with your family, you expected him to live up to his word. you had your doubts when he first made that commitment but when he swore on your relationship, it put some ease into your mind, considering he made it known that you were the center of his whole world and everyone knew that.
unfortunately, when 6pm rolled around and there was no sign of him, your mind began to race with worry. 6:30 pm came sooner than you liked and your family was beginning to question how good of a guy peter really is for you if he’s standing you up on your birthday. when 7:30pm crept up and you had done your best to stall throughout the whole meal, you finally caved in with a feeling of defeat that conquered your body. the thought that peter couldn’t make this a priority made you feel nauseous, a sick feeling sweeping through you and making your mind race with hundreds of thoughts as to why he wasn’t there.
the car ride home was consumed by sympathetic glances and comments by your family members trying to help, but the only thing that could help was a very good and well-deserved explanation from the source of your frustration. that night after the rest of your birthday festivities, you slipped into something more comfortable and groaned in irritation when you realized you had subconsciously threw on a hoodie that belonged to none other than peter and an old pair of sweat-shorts. checking your phone, there were still no texts or calls from peter which only agitated you more. you turned on some music and laid down, doing your best not to think about the evening but peter consumed your thoughts. you couldn’t decide if you were more mad or hurt, but you were for sure disappointed.
just as you were contemplating your true feelings, your window swung open, startling you, and a still suit-clad but unmasked peter stumbled, not so gracefully, through your window. he landed with a small thud and scrambled to stand up, whipping his head around to locate you in your small room. as soon as his eyes landed on you his heart rate sped up and he scurried over to you. “y/n, you have no idea what the hell i’ve been through tonight and i know i have no excuse-” peter began to ramble but you held your hand up, barely making eye contact with him.
"it’s fine. i’m over it,“ you said with a monotonous sound, sinking further under your covers.
"y/n/n, w-what the hell are you talking about i know i screwed up and i’m so sorry i-i lost track of time-” he began.
"yeah i know peter, you lost track of time, you were saving the world, you were stopping a bank robbery i get that, but i asked you for one night of your time. i’ve never asked you to put me above your superhero life but just for once i wanted my boyfriend, peter parker, to be there for me,“ you breathed out. your tone never really changing. you picked at your comforter as you rambled this and throughout your mini speech, peter could feel his throat tightening, beginning to realize his mistake. he put his hands on your thighs gently, but you moved them away. this small action was enough to make his body run cold and he could suddenly feel his heart weighing down.
"no, no, b-baby please listen to me i’m s-so sorry you have no idea i-it’s just that there was this heist g-going down and i needed to be there and-” peter defended, his voice breaking off, taking a notice in the fact you still wouldn’t look at him and had your eyes focused else where, a few tears escaping your eyes. the sight of this killed him. and he knew it was because of him.
"ever since you got these powers, i just question if you even care about your old world you know? i don’t mean to sound selfish right now but goddamnit peter i can’t remember the last time we sat down and even hung out, i barely even see you at school anymore,“ you stated, trying to remain calm and not give into the hurt that was overpowering your voice completely. peter was staring at the ground now, guilt coursing through him, knowing he had really hurt you. "i wish you could be peter parker and spiderman at the same time but honestly i think you’ve lost that balance,” you whispered this part, and it had gotten peter’s attention. he snapped his head up to look at you and when he did it nearly broke your heart, he had tears welled up in his eyes and the expression on his face was nothing but remorse and regret.
"maybe mr. stark was r-right. he said i didn’t deserve the suit if i couldn’t be myself without it, a-and i can’t be s-spiderman if i don’t have you. you make up almost all of m-me. i-i don’t mean to forget things and y-you need to know i’m always thinking about you. you’re the biggest thing that keeps me going and m-makes me want to do this b-because i know i have you to come back to,“ peter chokes out. his voice giving up in between sentences.
"i just feel like this relationship is one sided lately,” you say softly, not daring to meet his eyes, knowing you’d instantly crack. you wanted him to know that you were truly hurt.
"y/n i know this is unforgivable but please, l-let me make it up to you, i don’t know how b-but i will,“ he scooted closer to you and put a hand back onto your leg before continuing, "i-if you want i’ll lock the suit a-away for a week o-or have happy come pick it up. please just let me make this up to you,” he rambled, a hand tugging through his hair. you half smiled at that, partially because you imagined the annoyance happy would endure whilst completing this task.
"peter i’d never ask you to give up spiderman. i just need my peter sometimes, i miss you,“ you confessed. you leaned forward and rested your head into the crook of his neck. he exhaled loudly the breath he was unaware he held, as you finally made some physical contact with him. he wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap, making you look up at his face.
"i promise i will be better about this. i-i’m so sorry still you have no idea a-and i probably disappointed your parents a-and i don’t know how i’ll make that up and i-i already worry w-what they think and-” you shut his ramble up by quickly pressing your lips to him, making him relax immensely. your hands tangled into his hair and he pulled you closer, beyond thankful that you were somewhat forgiving him.
as if you read his mind, you declared to him, “you’re not off the hook yet, tiger. i’m still upset but i’m not ready to lose you.” peter nodded quickly before leaning around you to check the time on your bedside alarm clock.
"technically there’s still 28 minutes of your birthday left,“ he said with a raised eyebrow, an infliction in his voice making the statement almost sound like a question. you raised both of yours and shrugged your shoulders.
"i can name some things we’ve done in half that time…” your voice trailed off, with a suggestive tone to it. the tone of your voice made him blush and his eyes widen which made you giggle slightly at your boyfriend’s shyness. as soon as he collected himself, he flipped you two over so he was on top of you. he gazed down at you and suddenly noticed your hoodie just happened to be his, making him grin pridefully, considering you still wore his clothes despite being mad at him.
"y-you know as good as this looks it should probably come off so i can start m-making things up to you…”
Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.
I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)
i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂 shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨
“Y-Yes?” he stammers.
“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”
“Are you aware of what occurred at the banquet last night?”
“Surely you, Our King, wishes to address such a thing?”
“The Prince simply cannot be allowed to carry on like this with your Chosen Love, it is not acceptable.”
Thor rubbed a big hand over his face and sighed. His three oldest advisors, men who had counseled even the All-Father Odin, stood in front of him in his study, each angrier than the last about the banquet.
“There is no harm in Loki and my Anthony dancing.” He finally said with a shrug. “I would think you would be thrilled to see the Prince joining in with our festivities instead of lurking on the side lines.”
“Forgive me–” one of the advisors eyed the others nervously. “But Sir Anthony was seen chasing the Prince out to the gardens and then they were seen… embracing.”
“Embracing.” Thor cocked an eyebrow, then raised his voice so the servant at the door could hear. “Fetch me Sir Anthony now.”