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The Best Hero (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Peter Parker one. With the prompt. Come over here and make me. The reader says this but doesn’t expect Peter to suddenly become so bold and all.:):) thank you. I love your blog

Warnings: Make out?

Word Count: 724

A/N: Sorry this is short but I hope you like it.  

Originally posted by carpelunam

Having an argument with Peter Parker was the hardest thing to do for you. Especially when it was something he couldn’t stop but fangirl about. The Avengers.

“Look, Peter. All I’m telling you is that Iron Man is just okay. He could never be a Captain America. Just admit it. I know you have posters of him in your room.”

Peter threw his hands in the air, he was in shock. He knew he was also in love with Captain but not more than Tony Stark. “Oh please!” He crossed his arms in his chest, looking at you in disappointment. “You clearly have zero knowledge about The Avengers. I’m not going to argue with you anymore until you just do your research,” he grinned at you and turned around to leave the room. You yelled: “Like you could know better than me Peter! Don’t act like you hang out with them every weekend!”

Peter stopped. In that moment he didn’t want anything but to tell you that he really did hang out with them every weekend and after school. He walked backwards to you and being the dorky person he is he tripped and nearly fell on the ground. Turning his face back to you he whispered: “For the record, Iron Man is a genius unlike Captain America and his 90 years old mind.” You shivered because he was closer to you than he ever was. Your chests were touching and you could feel his breath on your neck and ears. You tried to ignore the sudden feelings he just gave to you, considering you have always seen him as your best friend.

Your mouth was in the shape of ‘O’ and you were looking at Peter in pity, how dare he?: “I feel sorry for you. For the record (you mock him), if they were ever in a fight, just the two of them, Captain America would crush him,” you smirked. You couldn’t believe you were genuinely having an argument with Peter, over something seriously dumb. You wanted to laugh at your situation but you just held it back, knowing you couldn’t just ruin the mood. He had a mischievous expression on his face. He looked deeply in your eyes. You just didn’t know why you felt your heart fluttering when looking into his beautiful brown eyes, it was not the first time you were staring at them. Your cheeks were burning because of the thoughts running in your mind. All you wanted to do was kiss his soft lips in that moment. You shook your head and took a deep breath. What the hell were you thinking?

“And what is your evidence for your argument?” He knew he got you. You didn’t have any evidence; you just had a giant crush on Captain America. So you decided to use your secret weapon, something that would make him really mad.

“Oh Peter come on. Will you stop defending random people against Captain America? What will you do next? Tell me Spiderman is the best hero in the world?” You laughed. You knew he was going to forget all about the argument you had before, after hearing the name, Spider-man, mocked by you.

Peter stood there for a moment; he didn’t know what to say. That was clearly an insult. His stupid grin was wiped off from his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled.

You walked backwards and smirking, you whispered: “Come over here and make me.” You crossed your arms on your chest. You didn’t even realize what you had just said. Your cheeks were burning and your hands were trembling, but your made sure Peter hadn’t noticed.  You leaned on the wall behind you and waited for Peter’s response. As much as you were anxious about what was going on, you were also clearly enjoying it. Without a doubt Peter’s lips crushed onto yours. You squealed at the sudden reaction of Peter but went with it. You felt relieved since all you have been thinking about was l-his lips on yours. His one hand was holding your leg up by grabbing your hips and the other was holding your neck vigorously, not wanting to let you go. Your hands were roaming all over his chest. “Now, I’ll show you how Spider-Man is the best hero in the world,” he moaned into the kiss.

2

Papers littered your bed, desk and floor. You were tired beyond belief, brain on hyperactive as you forced yourself to continue studying. Your parents had recently wrote a letter to you, mentioning that they were disappoited with your grades, saying that they wished you would do better in your classes. You were devasted because you work your ass of, how the hell do they expect you to work on your mutation and get all A’s and B’s?

You huffed, shoving your papers and books on the floor with a loud thud. “Why can’t I get any of this right!” You covered your face, tears of disappointment and frustration streaming down your face.

“Baby?” A husky voice said from the entrance of your small room.

“Not now, Warren.” You sniffled, but that only caused the angel to step in and shut the door behind him gently.

“Baby, are you okay? Talk to me.” Warren kneeled down beside your bed, his wings sprawled out behind him.

You sniffled, wiping your face. You looked at your boyfriend with red, puffy eyes. “I’m stupid.” You whimpered.

Warren laughed, shaking his head. “Princess, you’re not stupid, trust me.”

“Well my parents make me feel stupid. They always expect so much from me.” You were so mad.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Shh. Shh. Okay what do you need help with?”

“Calculus honors.”

Warren groaned. “We’ll study together. Although I can’t promise I’m any good.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, now let’s get going.”

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Requested by anon <3
Prompt:  deli prompt #19 with mr. j? thank you!! 

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

“Maybe…It’s my fault. That you’re not happy. That I’m not happy.” Those were the last words you expected to leave his lips, and surprised you glanced up– a thoughtful expression riddled his face as his deep eyes blankly bore into you. He didn’t sound remorseful though, his tone never heaved, was always leveled and even a bit ironic. You could tell he was mimicking you, which did not sit well, and so you stood up from the pile of cash you decided to rest on after the heist. With your head held high you stalked to him, eyes narrowing when you noticed a smile pick at the corners of his lips.

“What you said was actually quite accurate, though I am disappointed you’re mocking me even now.” You told, bitter.

“…mocking you?” He raised a brow, amused. He shook his head, chuckling as his gloved hands landed on your bare shoulders. The cool leather sent a shiver down your spine, making you gulp. “Pumpkin I assure you, if I were mocki—“

“Save…save your sweet talk for later.” You cut him off, “We have a bank to get out of. Alive, preferably.” He grinned.

“And here I was trying to mend our relationship.”

“We can mend it back home.”

His voice dropped, “In bed?”

“Couch…floor…you name it.”

Requests are opened!

anonymous asked:

hi !! i love your art btw but i need advice, there's a slim chance i could be a concept artist for my studio but i need to send in a portfolio and sample character designs, almost all of my character designs are fan art which i can't submit but ifk how i should go about making a bunch of new ones

I’m not sure what advise you’re expecting from me. How to come up with original character designs? I’m not a professional and I’ve never created a portfolio so I have no idea if this can help you in any way or not but this is what I do sometimes when creating a character - I made up a story (it doesn’t have to be anything complicated) like imagine an Italian florist, he’s tall, has a big nose (because he loves smells of flowers :)) and curly hair. He’s in love with a woman who buys flowers in his shop every day. Such a flower shop au (I’m disappointed in myself xD) And here he is:

① Something like this? :)
② Look how happy he is when he talks about the woman of his dreams! lol
But what if he was short and plump? Well… in ③ he looks more like a mafioso, I can hear his hoarse voice “You’ll all be pushing up daisies…”

Anyway, you can draw whatever, whoever, but if you know a bit the character you want to draw it’s easier to make them look the way you want and give them a particular personality. This is why you’ve no problem with designs based on someone else’s stories. You already know those characters. Now you just need to make up something yours?
Good luck with the job!!! :)

“How’d You Expect Me to Look in My Third Trimester?” (Simon Dominic)

Requested by anon

Originally posted by sukiiieee

    “Hey, can you help me in here a minute?” you called out of the bathroom.

    “Gladly,” Kiseok replied, entering after a few moments and looking down at you with a suggestive smirk where you sat in the tub. “What can I do?”

    “I can’t reach to shave my legs,” you said, picking up the razor which had been rendered useless by your swollen, pregnant belly. “I haven’t tried to do it in a week or something because we weren’t going anywhere, and I can’t anymore.”

    “Oh,” Kiseok said, seeming slightly disappointed. “Sure thing.”

    “Hey, we’re not trying stuff in the tub again; remember what a big mess that was last time?” you teased.

    “Yeah, yeah,” he admitted. “Guess I got over-eager.”

    You chuckled. “Well, we’ll take care of that later. For now-” you handed him the razor and bar of soap. “Do you mind?”

    “Of course not,” he said, smiling warmly at you as he pushed up his sleeves and gently set your left heel on the edge of the tub before soaping up your leg, and gently lathering the soap until it foamed. “I wonder how much bigger you’re going to get.”

    “Hey, I can’t help it!” you said. “How’d you expect me to look in my third trimester?”

    “Oh, I wasn’t criticizing you!” he said quickly. “I’m just curious. It’s amazing to watch, really, knowing what’s going on.”

    “Oh,” you said. “I mean… I guess I don’t know exactly.”

    “You look beautiful at any size anyway,” he said as he rinsed the soap off his hands.

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Daddy S.Coups

This took wayyyyy longer than expected, and it’s not even that great guys! Sorry to disappoint, I know you’ve all been waiting for this one. Please try to enjoy without killing me xx ~

Warnings: Language, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Teasing

You were sitting on the couch, your boyfriend next to you playing his game. He hasn’t gotten off for hours and it was frustrating you. He was ignoring your desperate cries for sex.

“Seungcheol,” you whine, slightly bouncing your body on the edge of the couch.

“What babe.” He says bluntly, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flicker over the TV screen. His thumbs work the joysticks, fingers pulling left and right triggers and he lets out a shout of victory when he kills someone. He looks at you briefly. “Did you see that? I no scoped the little bitch.”

“Who are you even playing?” You ask.

“Jeonghan,” he answers and you roll your eyes. It was always Jeonghan. Jeonghan this Jeonghan that. Of course it was Jeonghan, if it was anyone else he would’ve noticed you were only wearing panties and one of his large t shirts.

“Stop playing and spend time with me.” You didn’t mean to sound whiny or clingy, it just came out that way. “Seungcheol… Seungcheol..”

And now he was back to ignoring you.

“Scoups!” You try louder but he doesn’t even flinch. You smirk. He wanted to play that way? Fine. “I’ve been a very bad girl daddy..”

Your smirk grows when your boyfriends fingers freeze on his controller, his head slowly turning to look at you. He stares, his eyebrows scrunched in complete confusion before speaking.

“What did you just call me?” He asks you, waiting for your answer.

“Daddy,” you whisper to him and you watch his pupils dilate, blowing up bigger than his iris’ until his eyes are black with lust.

“Daddy it is then Princess,” the corner of his lips lift and he drops his controller to the carpet, grabbing your hand and yanking you into his lap. His hands find your ass and yours go to his hair as your mouths crash together. Finally, you’re getting what you want. “You said you’ve been a bad girl baby?”

“Yes daddy,” you breathe, sliding your tongue against his.

“Daddy’s gonna have to punish you then baby,” he mumbles into your mouth.

“Please..”

He smacks your ass once before he’s squeezing you with his big hands, bringing your body closer to him.

“It’s not really a punishment if you want it now is it?” He asks, pulling away from your kiss and looking up at you.

“No,” you murmur, shaking your head with drooped eyes.

“Hmm,” he hums, “Should daddy fuck you baby girl? Or tease you until you’re screaming?”

“Fuck me,” you answer quickly and Seungcheol sighs, shaking his head.

“If that’s what you want baby girl that’s what daddy won’t give you,” he says. “You were naughty remember? You have to work for what you want.”

“No. No no no I didn’t mean-”

“Shhh,” you’re lifted up into the air as he stands from the couch, and thrown back onto the cushions. He kneels in front of you, between your legs, and you watch him. “Just be quiet and take it baby girl. Don’t be even more naughty. You want daddy happy right?”

You nod.

“Good baby. Good. Daddy will be very happy if you listen to everything he says.”

Slender fingers wrap around your ankles and your legs are bent up and spread open, the heels of your feet digging into the couch edge. Palms smooth their way down from your knees, making their way to the inside of your thighs and softly massaging. You curl your hands into fists by your sides out of frustration. You weren’t going to last long with his teasing.

“Daddy,” you whine, reaching for the sides of his face to pull him closer and he smirks up at you, his eyes shining.

His lips softly push to your core, his tongue flicking out for a little taste. He hums and cleans you up on the outside before dipping his tongue between your folds, making you moan and grip at his hair. He slowly licks at you, teasing your clit with gentle sucks. You impatiently tug at his locks and whine out his name.

“Seungcheol.”

Your boyfriend pulls away and turns his head, nipping the inside of your thigh harshly. You sit up straight, releasing a muffled cry into your arm.

“What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, trying to pull him back to you. He pulls away and stands up.

“Turn around. On your knees.”

You flip your body without question, kneeling on the cushions and leaning over the back of the couch. You look over your shoulder and watch as Seuncheol drops back to the floor behind you, his large hands gripping your thighs.

“Spread your legs baby. Let me see your pretty pussy,” you moan and open your legs a little bit. He hums and kisses your lips sweetly, causing tingles to run up your spine. “Beautiful.”

His fingers dance up your skin, kneading into your ass roughly and giving you a light smack.

“Such a pretty view,” he murmurs.

“Daddy please,” you push yourself back, silently telling him you couldn’t take anymore.

“Daddy teasing too much?” He asks and you nod, biting your lip when only the tip of his tongue dips between your folds.

You gasp as he circles your entrance, his thumbs holding your cheeks apart. Just when you think he’ll push his tongue inside of you, he pulls away again.

You mewl, hanging your head and he chuckles behind you.

“Alright baby alright. Daddy’s done playing around.”

Finally you get what you want and you moan out loud at the feeling of his face pushing deep into your pussy. He sloppily laps at you, his fingers following his mouth and dragging through your wetness slowly. He gently pushes them inside and you keen, squirming away from him. His hand harshly grips your hip and pulls you back, delivering a sharp smack to your ass that has you yelping.

“Wait baby what was that noise you made?”

“Huh-” you cut yourself off with another yelp when he slaps your ass again, this time harder.

“Oh baby. Daddy likes that. Daddy really really likes that,” he spanks you a few more times, earning his favorite noise from your throat with each one and his cock twitches in his pants. “Alright Princess. Time for something else. Turn around and get on your knees for daddy.”

You quickly do as he says and switch places with him, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch where he was sat. He shucks his basketball shorts down to his ankles, his legs spreading wide as he gestures you forward with his finger. His hand is on the back of your head, forcing you down until your lips are pushed up against the outline of his hard cock.

“Tease daddy baby,” he whispers and you mouth at his member through his thin boxers. He watches you with hooded eyes as you lick from his base to his tip, your lips wrapping around and suckling on his head. You tongue at the wet spot of his precome and he groans, gently pushing you away. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pushes his boxers down to his thighs, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft and pumping a few times. You watch in a trance, your eyes glued to his dark red tip and prominent veins.

“Be a good girl for daddy Princess.”

His list filled eyes give you the okay to dart forward and take him into your mouth, swallowing him down instantly. Eagerly your head sinks lower and lower until your nose is poking into the soft hair center between his hips. You take a deep breath, sweat and Irish spring soap burning through your senses. You swallow around your boyfriends tip before dragging your head up. You pull off with a pop and grip him in your small hand, jerking him slowly.

You look up when his hand cradles your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips; which you willingly part for him.

“Such a cute little mouth.”

His hand moves to your shoulder, you leaning back forward and enveloping his cock again. His stomach clenches when your tongue twists around his sensitive tip, his nails digging into your skin as his grip tightens. You lightly suckle on him, your tongue teasing his vein on the underside and he sharply intakes a short breath, his hips jerking up. He holds you in place, your mouth going slack as he thrusts up. Your hands brace on his knees, your throat aching while he assaults it over and over. Soon enough he’s pushing you away completely, desperately trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he pants. “You’re so good with your mouth baby, daddy almost came.”

You sit patiently and wait for your next order, which was to crawl onto his lap when he pats his knees. When you straddle him though, his hands have you spinning around.

“Hold on to daddy,” he instructs and you do so, your hands gripping his thighs. He spreads your legs further apart over his hips, his knuckles running through your wetness before something more stiff does. Your boyfriends cock slides through your dripping lips, the head lining up at your entrance. Seungcheol’s hand finds your hip, gently guiding you. “Slowly.”

You push back, moaning when he pops in passed your tight rim. You easily slide down the rest of the way, your ass flush against Seungcheol’s thighs. You softly circle your hips, stretching yourself out on his thickness before lifting up and lowering back down. You admit it was a littler harder to ride him backwards, the strain on the muscles in your thighs so much tighter and burning so much more as you rose and fell again.

Your boyfriend was groaning deeply behind you, his fingertips bruising your skin with his tight grip. As the pain subsides and pleasure takes over, you’re quickening your pace and pushing back onto Seuncheol’s cock.

“Daddy has the best view baby,” you hear your boyfriend sigh. His hands smooth over the globes of your ass, holding them open to watch himself disappear into you. “You’re taking me so damn well, stretched so wide..”

“Daddy,” you moan, throwing your head back and riding him harder.

“Keep fucking yourself back onto me baby girl, doing so perfect,” he praises you, his hands lightly tapping your ass. You whimper as you roll your body on top of his, his fingers tracing patterns up and down your spine.

With your chin tucked to your chest, you do as he says, desperately bouncing on his lap until he’s grabbing at your sides. He pulls you so your back is against his chest, his hands holding you still as he starts thrusting up into you. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, moaning and clawing at his strong arms around you.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whine and grind down to meet him.

“Don’t swear baby girl,” one of his hands trails up to your mouth, his fingers deeply pushing between your lips and almost choking you. “Suck.”

You multitask between sucking and whimpering as Seungcheol’s speed picks up underneath you. Your body is rocked, his cock pushing in and out of you so good and making everything white. You come without warning, shakily intaking a sharp breath as your body tenses. Fingers are pulled from your mouth and you moan loudly while you’re fucked through your orgasm, hands spreading your legs wide. He cups under your knees and pulls your legs up to your chest, your guys’ skin slapping together loudly as his hips speed up.

“Daddy,” you shake with over sensitivity when he continues to roughly fuck up into you.

“Daddy’s about to come baby,” your boyfriend grunts. You try your best to squeeze around him and he gasps, biting into your shoulder as his cock pulses inside of you. “Shit.”

His hips jerk before he stops completely, both of your chests heaving. Panting, SeungCheol gently pulls out of you, both of you hissing at loss of contact.

“Well,” you purse your lips and just let him hold you on his lap.

He laughs, pushing kisses to your back. “I love you.”

“Love you too daddy.”

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Holy shit it’s barely 7 in the morning and I don’t even have classes today. 😪

~Admin B

Anon Request: The ask with the not so great parents really hit close to home. Could you also do it with Reinhardt, Junkrat, and Roadhog please?

So, this is my first attempt at Reinhardt. I hope I did his character justice, and I hope you like this, anon. If you have any questions, message me. 


Reinhardt:

• Reinhardt wouldn’t understand why any parent would treat their child in such a way, especially since they don’t seem to understand the effect their words had on you.

• He’d notice your disappointment each time you messaged them, but he didn’t know why until he asked Winston about it.

• After that, you would have to expect thousands of hugs and praises each and every day. He’d make you feel good about yourself, even if that meant spending every waking moment with you.

• Expect the grandpa to pick you up when you’re feeling bad and twirling you around until you laugh.

• This sweetheart doesn’t want you hating yourself or feeling worthless, so he’d probably confront your parents about it, knowing you wouldn’t.

• This man loves you too much to let you go around with a sad look on your face.

Junkrat:

• I feel as if Junkrat would know how this feels. Maybe his parents were the same way or worse?

• He wouldn’t notice right away. If anything, it’ll take Roadhog saying something for him to see that you weren’t feeling great about yourself.

• When he found out why, his instinct would kick in, and he’d want to confront your parents. You’d have to convince him otherwise because he would probably take it too far.

• He would take it too far. Like, bombs in their mailboxes and all that.

• When you convince him not to go, he would curl around you and cradle you, though it may a bit awkward since he’s so tall. Like, look at those legs.

• He’d also have Roadhog bring you treats of all kinds to make you smile.

Roadhog:

• Roadhog might not react the way you expect. If anything, he looks like he didn’t care.

• Oh, you were so wrong. He cared. Maybe too much. The next thing you know, you’re getting texts from your parents saying that two strange men in Mad Max clothing had attacked them at work.

• You’d talk to him about it, and he’d gruffly explain that no one deserves to treat you that way, especially since he loved you so much.

• He’d hold you if you wanted him, too. And that meant you resting on his belly.

• Roadhog isn’t the most affectionate, but he’d want you happy. He wants you to know how much you mean to him.

• A lot of hugs from the big guy. Maybe even a piggy back ride if you asked him nicely.

Rebel With A Cause (Pt. 3)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you guys weren’t expecting anything but super-angst. Also, there’s Rogue One spoilers at the end in case you haven’t seen it (but idk why you’d be reading this if you hadn’t seen it). Merry Christmas :)))

Person / Character: Cassian Andor
Premise: Cassian rescues you from the Death Star.
1st Person Perspective

YOUR POV

I thought I was dead.
It certainly felt like it.
At least, this is what I assume it feels like to be dead. I wouldn’t actually know, as I’ve never died before.
But it wasn’t the numbness or the darkness or anything that made me feel dead. It was the dreams about Cassian.
We were so happy. We danced in a kitchen that belonged to us to some discs Cassian had found on a mission - Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra. I made cookies while he stole kisses and bites of dough. We were in a walk and he hit me in the back with a snowball, so I shoved him into a snow bank. I laid in the bathtub and he read me his favorite book from the window sill where he perched. He lifted me in his arms and carried me into his U-Wing; we went on adventures in his ship. We watched the stars from the roof of the Rebel base and he made a fire for us to toast marshmallows over. He fed me a s'more and wiped the crumbs off my cheeks. We went skinny-dipping in a huge ocean on some far-away planet. We rested in a field somewhere together in the morning summer light. I put flowers in his hair while he sang songs to me in a language I didn’t know.
That’s why I thought I was dead - surely this was Heaven.
That’s why, when his face appeared above mine, I didn’t realize that I was still alive, and that he was saving me.

CASSIAN’S POV

“Y/N,” I shook her gently. She was slumped over in her chair, her head lolling downwards. I knelt at her feet with my hands resting delicately on her knees. “Y/N, I need you to wake up.” The feeling of her in my hands again made me feel complete. But I couldn’t relax yet, not while we were still in danger. I began unstrapping her wrists and ankles.
The knife wound in her chest was deep. It didn’t seem to have punctured her heart or her lungs, but Jesus, it had to have been close. I would take care of that as soon as we got away.
She shifted slightly. “Cassian?”
“Y/N!” Her eyes were finally open, even if slightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re awake.” My heart nearly exploded as I threw my arms around her. “Oh my god, I was so afraid - ”
But she pulled back, disgruntled. She looked confused. “I don’t understand,” she coughed. “I thought - what are you doing here?”
“I’m rescuing you,” I said, concerned. She stared at me like I was a ghost. I pressed my hand to her face. “Y/N…I’m here to take you home.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my palm. “You’re real?”
My breath caught momentarily in my throat. “Of course I’m real.”
When her eyes opened, they were filled with tears. “Oh my god. I thought I was dead. Cas - oh my god.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my lap. She buried her face in my neck. “Baby girl,” I breathed, running my fingers through her hair. “You’re here. You’re alive. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I felt I needed to hold her closer, but I couldn’t possibly. I pressed her against me as hard as I could. I kissed her shoulder and let her take a moment to recuperate before I said, “Okay. We need to go. I gotta get you out of here.” She lifted her head up, sniffing, and nodded. I helped her to her feet and she grimaced in pain. “Can you walk?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She stumbled instantly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Alright.” I grabbed her hand. “Follow me.”
We took off through the halls. I wished I had time to look around and see this weapon the Empire had created, but I needed to get Y/N out of here.
Explosions rocked the base. The X-Wings had managed to blow a big enough hole in the shield for my U-Wing to squeeze into a docking bay. As we hurried through the doors, I stopped short.
Darth Vader stood in between us and my ship.
Y/N fell sideways, and I caught her. She was clutching her chest; fresh blood was curling around her hand. “Cas…” she whispered.
I couldn’t waste any more time - I had to get her and my fleet out of here before anyone died. But Darth Vader was in front of me.
“Shit.”
“You,” Vader breathed. “The Rebels brave enough to take on half of the Galactic Empire.”
The utter lack of emotion in his black, soulless eyes gave me pause, but Y/N said, “And you’re the one stupid enough to stand in our way.”
I turned to her. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”
Her eyes met mine, and I was surprised. They were glittering with rage. Blood dripped from her lips. She looked fearless.
Vader took a step forward, and I lifted my blaster instantly. “Stupid?” Maybe I was crazy, but he sounded humored through his voice filter.
“Let us be, Vader,” she demanded.
Vader didn’t say anything. I had no idea what he was thinking, which terrified me. Until he stretched his hand out towards her, and she doubled over in pain, crying out. “Y/N!” I held her upright. As I watched, the cut in her chest began to rip wider.
I fired. Vader deflected the shot, but it was enough to get his attention off of Y/N. Or perhaps, he stopped of his own accord. “I should rip her in half,” Vader said with menacing serenity. “But instead, I’ll send you back to the Rebels as a warning, that you may know you cannot win.”
Vader flexed his fingers again, and I heard the sick snapping of bones. Y/N collapsed, gasping heavily. Her ribs were visibly caved in.
My heart stopped beating for the next hour, until hers did too.

The second I was in the ship, I gave the fleet the command to return home. I didn’t get a single reply. Everything had gone silent. “No,” I whispered. I laid Y/N down on the padded bench. She had gone completely white. I had no idea how much blood she had lost total. “Y/N,” I whispered. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
I viciously wiped the tears away from my eyes. “You - you listen to me. You can’t - you can’t die, okay? Just give me a minute. Please, Y/N.”
“Sure.” I ran to the console and searched the scanner. Nothing. Everyone was gone.
I didn’t have time to grieve. I had to get Y/N home.
I took off as quickly as I could and immediately blasted into hyper speed.
I returned to her side to find her eyes closed.
“Y/N,” I said anxiously. She looked up at me. “Please just hold on a little bit longer.”
“Cassian.” Her voice was practically inaudible. “Kiss me one more time.”
I shook my head. “Don’t talk like that!”
“Cas!”
I took a deep breath and knelt down. Her lips tasted like blood, but they were hers. I kissed every inch of her face, willing myself to remember every square inch, because I knew deep down inside what was about to happen. I was still desperate.
“Y/N,” I said in her ear. “Wh - what am I supposed to do without you?”
She sort of laughed. “You know.”
“No, Y/N - help me. Please.”
She nodded vaguely. “Do not,” she said, “forget hope.”
“I see none without you,” I replied, brushing hair out of her eyes.
“Cassian…” She took a shuttering breath.
“Y/N - no - please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Finish this,” she muttered. “Destroy the Death Star.”
“I will, I promise.”
Her final words were, “I love you, Cassian Andor.” She went still.
I pressed my face into her chest. “I love you,” I sobbed.

I loved her. I loved her bravery, her emotion, her desire to fight and to do good, her endless strength. And I hated the world for taking her away from me.
But soon after, I met Jyn Erso. I nearly couldn’t look at her the first time we spoke; It was almost like she was the reincarnation of Y/N. I saw her soul through Jyn’s eyes, and I saw her smile on her lips. I knew that she had been sent here for me. I knew that it was Y/N staying by my side, like she had always said she would.
Jyn believed in this idea of hope, like Y/N. She fought for this idea. Together, we died for this idea. I kept my promise, though, and together, Y/N and I - with our fingers intertwined - watched the Death Star explode from far, far away.

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The Valentine’s Day Series.

To celebrate Valentine’s Day we brought you a scenario for each boy. Let’s celebrate the love with our lovely BTS cuties.


Jin: A Love Like This. Seokjin used this chance to remember you when you chose to spend the rest of your life with him.

Yoongi: Love Me Tender. Yoongi will never let his girl be disappointed on him.

Hoseok: Give me Love. Hoseok just wants to make you feel loved.

Namjoon: A Valentine’s Gift. Namjoon and you find each other Valentine’s gifts, not in the way you expected it.

Jimin: Love Me Like You Do. Jimin and you have a Valentine’s Day photoshoot, kiss shot included.

Taehyung: Strawberry Kiss. Taehyung is determinate to please you.

Jungkook: This Love. Jungkook gives you three options to spend Valentine’s Day.


We hope you all enjoy these scenarios! Don’t forget to go and check out the blog, we are back lovelies <3 <3 Love you all!

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Boom Box to my Heart

Originally posted by sunnygp

Badboy!Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Taehyung screws up and surprises you at night.


“Can you tell me what I did wrong?”

You angrily scoffed in disappointment, fisting your clothes and makeup into the purse that laid opened on top your bed. You were rushing back and forth into the bathroom as Taehyung stood there, gripping on his brown locks to watch you pack your things.

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“(Not a) Daring Woman” Jungkook/You

sorry this took so long, and it ended up being pretty short >.< (it was a case of ‘this is as good as it’s gonna get’ and the fact that Daring Woman kinda bummed me out, so don’t be looking for a happy ending..sorry anon lol)

Being with Jungkook, used to be easy, like breathing. Now it’s like someone shoved a brick down your throat and is waiting for the same results.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever been disappointed with any of your pen pals before? Like maybe you wrote someone having high expectations about they would be like and then when you actually received a reply from them, they seemed to be a completely different person? You don't have to say any names, just curious about your experiences!

I had to think about this more but I can’t think of anyone. I clearly had people I hit it off with more, and others that we don’t have that much to tell each other in the end, but no one who wasn’t at all like I imagined. Not yet at least, since I wrote a few new guys recently (but the 3 who got back to me already are exactly like I expected them to be haha). I think I’m pretty good at choosing who to write to 😀.
I am always a bit disappointed though when they turn out to be “too” flirty, especially now that I am married and they all know (but I married a pen pal so maybe they feel I’m into that? 😱). I walk on a fine line at times.
But I rarely wrote to someone who wasn’t looking for pen pals, if you don’t have an ad to rely on I guess it’s easy to have a wrong idea of who the person is based on the media and all.
Now that I’m thinking of it, I didn’t write to that guy myself but I saw a death row inmate on a documentary who seemed nice and wise, and I knew someone who wrote to him… he was a complete lying manipulator. 

Imagine Dean overhearing you telling Charlie about your sex life...

“So, what’s he like?” Charlie asked.
“Dean? What do you mean? You know what he’s like.” I answered, a little confused by her question.
“No,” she giggled, “What’s the sex like? Come on, let me live vicariously through the sex lives of my friends.”
I laughed. “It’s…good. Really good.”
“Really good? That’s all the detail I get?” Charlie seemed disappointed, and I laughed again.
“It’s amazing, actually. But he’s not what I expected.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow at me. “He’s not?”
“Not in a bad way. I expected him to be good, of course, but I guess I also expected him to be a little…rough.” Charlie didn’t say anything, but was clearly enjoying listening. It was nice to have someone to talk to, so I decided to open up.
“Dean is surprisingly gentle. Really passionate too. He’s a fan of the slow build, takes his time and pays attention.”
“That’s kind of hot,” Charlie grinned.
“Completely hot,” I agreed. “He doesn’t let up until I forget my own name. But he’s always so sweet about it, too. And then there’s the cuddling.” I waited for Charlie’s reaction to that piece of information.
“Wait- the cuddling? Dean Winchester is a cuddler?”
“Absolutely!” I laughed. “It took me by surprise, too. At first I thought he was doing it because he assumed I wanted to. But I know better now. If we are in the same bed, he’s all over me. His legs and arms are tangled with mine, head buried in my neck, as close as he can get.”
“Aww, Dean loves to cuddle,” Charlie mocked in a sing-song voice. “Do you ever wish he wasn’t so sweet? Playing rough every now and then can be fun.”
“I guess I never thought about it. I mean, if he wanted to, I’d be into it. Dean could pretty much do whatever he wanted to me and I would melt into a puddle.” I could feel the truth of my words as I said them. Maybe I should talk to Dean about it.
Charlie and I moved on to other things. We laughed and talked for another couple of hours before deciding that we should get some sleep. I undressed in the bathroom, washing my face quickly and putting on one of Dean’s old t-shirts, not bothering with shorts or sweatpants. I crossed the hall into the room I shared with Dean, expecting to find him asleep.
Instead, as soon as I closed the door behind me, I was pressed up against it, Dean’s hands gripping my waist.
“So you think I’m too gentle?” he growled in my ear.
My stomach fluttered with nerves. “You heard us?” Dean just nodded, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
“Dean, I never said that I wanted- I mean, I didn’t say that I didn’t like…” My voice trailed off as his tongue found my earlobe and he began sucking. His fingers dug into my hips, underneath the shirt so he could feel my skin.
“I know. I heard what you said. If you wanted to try it rough, all you had to do was ask. I’m more than happy to oblige.”
I moaned at his words and the warmth they created inside of me. Dean leaned back and pulled a neck tie from the back pocket of his worn jeans. He pulled my hands together in front of me and grabbed both of my wrists in one hand. He made to tie my hands together, pausing before tying the knot.
“You sure about this?”
“Oh, yes. I’m sure.” My voice was low and needy.
“If it’s too much, just tell me.”
I nodded and held my hands out to him. He grinned at me and kissed me quickly.
Then, as he tied my wrists with his tie, his whole demeanor changed. He quit smiling, stood straighter, and his face seemed harder. I couldn’t help the electric current running through me.
Damn, he was hot like this. I was suddenly very glad that Dean had eavesdropped.

Lost Control [ft. Rap Monster]

OMG!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever received  like IRGNVEURGOIRENHGOIRNGIRIREOG. lol

WARNING!: Might content some sexy stuff since this girl right here aka me - misread ‘don’t do anything more dirty’ as  ‘do anything more dirty’.

Just saying.

AND! DON’T READ THIS IF YOU’RE UNDER 15, GURL



sexual tension;

the tension felt between two people who want to do something sexual together but hold back.



Waking up from your nap, you turned to your right, half-expecting to see a sleeping Namjoon. But to your disappointment your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you sighed heavily  before unwillingly got out of bed. You went to the wardrobe, in search for something more comfortable to wear since you were still having the pair of skinny jeans and your favorite shirt you had on yesterday.

You must have been really tired by the fact that you could actually go to sleep wearing such uncomfortable clothes.

You began to change into an oversized shirt that was just big enough to cover your bum. You didn’t exactly mind wearing relieving clothes in front of Namjoon since you guys had been dating for over two years by now. Even though you had never done anything more than making out before, you trusted him enough to know that unlike other guys, Namjoon knew how to control his hormones.

Or so you thought.

After doing your morning-routine, which included brushing your teeth and trying to brush that bird’s nest-lookalike-hair of yours. You tip-toed into the kitchen where Namjoon was standing, obviously cooking your lunch. When you were close enough to reach him, you threw your arms around his waist and pulled him into a back hug.

“Oh my- Yah!” He yelled. “I almost got my fingers chopped off because of you!”

His yelling made you hug him even tighter as you giggled like a little child. You tried to hide it by pressing your face against his spine. Amused by your cute action, Namjoon turned around to face you but soon enough, the smile on his face dropped as his eyes scanned over your beautiful body.

Everyone with senses would be able to feel the heavy sexual tension that only increased between the couple as seconds passed by. Gulping nervously, you noticed how his eyes lingered at your smooth-looking legs before they darkened with lust.

“Oppa-”

Saying that he caught you off guard would be an understatement. You were cut off by his lips slamming against yours with so much force that you were almost scared that it’d leave a bruise when this was over. You gave out a small whimper as you felt his hands on each side of your waist, pulling you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist for support as he skillfully carried your towards the couch in your living room without breaking the steamy kiss even once. Namjoon sat down on the couch, causing you to end up on his laps, your legs were now wrapped around his hips.

The kiss deepened as you felt the tip of his tongue graze your bottom lip tenderly before prying it open. Nothing could possibly compare to what you were feeling right now. The softness of his tongue against yours made you moan loudly and your heart to race inhumanly fast.

Fuck, you don’t know how addicting this is, ____. How addicting you are. You’re driving me insane.” Namjoon mumbled against your lips before going back to kiss you again.

This time, your boyfriend couldn’t seem to stop himself from placing his hands under your fine ass and give it a handful squeeze, causing you jump in surprise. You pulled back from the kiss before punching his chest lightly and glared at him. But your adorable attempt to scare him only made him even more amused. Still blushing furiously, you felt his arms wrapped around your waist and your body being pulled against his until there were absolutely no place left between you guys. His lips started to attack the skin of your neck He began to place wet kisses all over it, you could feel his tongue here and there and then his teeth that left marks all over your skin.

“I love you so fucking much.” You heard him whisper against your neck.

“St-Stop cursing.” You half-moaned, half-scolded him.

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’m.”

All of a sudden, you felt the roughness of his hands against your bare back before they slowly went up towards the hook of your bra. Still dizzy from the kiss, you didn’t protest when he unhooked it and threw  the bra away.

“Oppa, you know I don-”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I won’t do that, ____.” He whispered softly. “Yet.”

His cute yet sexual words made you blush madly before getting attacked by his plump lips again. You couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as his hands traveled upwards and were now dangerously close to your chest area.

So close…

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

The sound of the fire alarm cause both of you to jump away from each other. You almost fell onto the ground if it wasn’t for Namjoon being just in time to catch you.

“I spent almost two hours on that kimchi-stew.” You watched him whine childishly, the way he acted now made you wonder if this was really the guy who just promised to make love to you in the future. “It’s all your fault!”

“How is this my fault?! You were the one intending that kiss, you dumbass!”

“Well, if you hadn’t looked so fuckable then I wouldn’t have lost control.”

Seconds passed by before you couldn’t hold it in anymore and bursted out laughing. “Fuckable? Is that even a word?”

“Of course it is!” He gritted out before pulling you to him and kissed your lips rather roughly.

Touching your lips, you glared at him. “What was that for?! You hurt my lips!”

“A punishing kiss, of course.” He winked playfully at you.

That guy got some nerve, huh?

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[Writer’s Note]: *covers face* that was so embarrassing to write, LMAO I have never blushed so much in my life like I did when writing this. That’s also why I can’t write smut. I’m jsut too awkward lol

But I still  hope you guys liked it, I tried my best and I hope anon is happy :)

The gif is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

IMAGINE:

You were captured by Grounders and Bellamy goes after you he fights his hardest and does his best, only to find out that the love of his life was dead. 


 “Bellamy did you find her-” Octavia quickly shut up when she saw your motionless body lying on the cold stone ground of the cave, that the grounders were holding you in. Bellamy was standing over your body all bloody and bruised from fighting many Grounders to get you, but when he found you, he was expecting you to jump into his arms, kissing and squeezing him with love. He was sadly disappointed when he found the love of his life’s body lifeless on a cave floor. He had let a single tear fall before, he punched the cave wall in anger, but soon fell to his knees, the pain in his heart overwhelming him.

 “I fought so hard. I gave everything for you. YOU GAVE UP ON ME!”  He started with a whisper, but then began to scream at you as if you were listening. Octavia quickly ran to her brothers side and tried to comfort, but was pushed away.

 “Bell she’s in a better place.” She tried to reassure her brother, but he was too broken to be comforted. You had promised him that this earth wouldn’t tear you two apart, but that’s exactly what it did. It took you away, but left your love to suffer the agony of losing you.

3

“Honestly Pietro, what did you expect?” you said, your voice filled with disappointment. “That you could walk in here with a big smile, hoping that it would wipe everything away? You’ve been gone for seven years. I’ve been worrying for seven years. You were just gone and I never knew what happened to you.”

Pietro stepped towards you.

“Listen (y/n), I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, and you have to know I didn’t have a choice. During these past years, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And I know that you are angry at me, but I’m hoping you might forgive me”. He waited a second before adding: “I really… don’t want to lose you.”

You starred at him for a couple of seconds, still feeling mad, but also incredibly glad to finally see him after all this time. You finally opened your arms with a little smile.

“It’s okay. I forgive you. Come here." 

imagine malec after 1x04

Alec sighed, rubbing his temples. After freaking out and embarassing himself in front of the people he loves the most, he just wanted to crawl in a hole and never come back. He just couldn’t believe what happened. He blames himself, even though it wasn’t his fault. He just wasn’t ready yet.

“Alec, please,” The warlock sighed and Alec’s head shot up, not being aware of his presence before. “Stop putting this weight on your shoulders. It’s not your fault you love someone.”

“Excuse me?”

“Really?” Magnus sat on the couch after getting a cup of whatever drink he had, and Alec was amused at how much he was a party guy but still looked so… elegant. “You actually think I didn’t know?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looked down, expecting Magnus to just drop it.

“I’m not an idiot, Alec. A little disappointed, I might add, but not an idiot.”

Alec blushed, not wanting to make eye contact.

“When are you going to realize that Jasper kid doesn’t deserve you?” He took a sip of his cup, watching the shadowhunter curiously.

“It’s Jace.” Alec muttered.

“Whatever.” Magnus approached the boy carefully. “You deserve better.” He whispered and Alec gulped.

Magnus grinned, loving the effect he had on him.

“When you’re done with your high school crush, come look for me.”

“I don’t-”

“Goodnight, Alexander.”

2

You had to admit - you were a little disappointed. When you woke up this morning, you were expecting a loud ‘happy birthday!’ from the boys, so naturally, you were confused when you walked downstairs to see them acting as if it was just another day. 

You waited the entire day, constantly checking your text messages, your emails to see if you had gotten any texts. A part of you hoped they were going to throw a surprise party or something, but it was nearly 10 at night - there was no way in hell they’d throw a party at this hour. (Not Harry, anyway. He was like an old man, always falling at sleep before 9.) Maybe this was your fault? You shouldn’t have automatically assumed the boys would throw a party. They were busy doing their own thing. 

“Happy birthday to me.” You breathed out, slamming the car door shut as you made your way towards the front door, keys jingling in your hand. Even if they weren’t going to celebrate with you, it would have been nice to hear one ‘happy birthday’. You tried texting them earlier, asking if they wanted you to bring something home for dinner, but none of them responded. They were in the middle of their break, obviously they didn’t want to stay cooped up at home with you! 

As you pushed the door open, you were immediately greeted with the sound of cheers, your face assaulted with glitter and confetti. 

“What the-” 

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” A smile spread out on your face as you saw the boys standing by the door, clutching a clearly homemade birthday cake. 

“What’s happening? I thought you all forgot..” 

“Forgot? Why would you even think that, silly?” Harry laughed lightly, pulling you in as he pressed a kiss to your head. “Sorry for not texting you back, by the way - we were figuring out how to bake the cake. We had asked your mum for your favourite cake recipe - and it’s pretty complicated..” 

“We made dinner and everyt’ing! We’re piggin’ out tonight!” Niall cheered, helping you take your coat off as he led you over to the dining room table, where there was an array of your favourite kinds of food. 

“Louis almost burned the mac n’ cheese but I saved it just in time.” Liam smiled, grinning as you gave each of them a tight hug. 

“Aw, you guys are the best..” 

“We know.” 

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Boxed Wine (Michael Clifford)

(I’ve been having major Mikey feels for the past few days so expect one more )

“Please,” you heard him beg. A sigh left your lips as you stared down at the phone that was sitting on your desk.

“I don’t know” you mumbled “I have a few songs I need to finish, and I have a meeting this week” you added “You really caught me at a bad week” you frowned. Hearing as he mumbled into the phone you raised your eyebrow

“I’m only in town for a few days” he sighed you could hear the disappointment in his voice “You know before I leave for Australia” he added. Running your fingers through your hair you closed your eyes. As much as you wanted to see him you did have a busy week ahead of you

“Only for a few hours, I need to finish these songs” you replied. You heard as he giggled into the phone.

“You won’t regret it” was the last thing he said before the line went dead. Rolling your eyes you continued to work.


Running your fingers through your hair you heard your phone ringing. Ignoring the call you slipped on a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt.

“I’m coming” you groaned into the phone hearing him giggle in the other line “I just needed to change I’m on my way,” you said.

You made your way up to the gate and clicked on his apartment number. Hearing the door buzzing you quickly pulled the gate open and made your way down the sidewalk. Walking towards the last building you went around the corner and knocked on the door.

“You’re here” he squealed as he wrapped his arms around you. Giggling you wrapped your arms around him quickly before stepping inside his apartment.

“Whats the plan,” you asked as you placed your purse on the table.

“I thought we could just chill here” he shrugged, nodding you smiled at him and made your way towards the couch “How was work,” he asked as he joined you on the couch

“Eh, its a normal Tuesday” you replied shrugging slightly and looking up at him “How was the tour,” you asked. You couldn’t help but smile when his smile grew. He turned slightly towards you and started explaining everything that happened. 

You could feel a warm feeling inside as he spoke, your heart jumped for joy as you heard him talking about his fans. Everything he told you took your breath, actually, he was the one who took your breath away. You love hearing his tour stories, you can see how happy he is being on stage and how happy he is doing what he does.

Looking over you watched as he tilted his head back laughing at one of your lame dad jokes. His lips parted as the giggle escaped from his lips. The coffee mug held tightly in his hands. Looking down into your cup you noticed the red liquid was about halfway over. Swirling it a little you heard as he chuckled nervously. Looking over at him you raised your eyebrow

“Sorry” he mumbled a little blush creeping up on his cheeks

“For what,” you asked before taking a little sip from the cup

“Not having those fancy wine cups” he added with a small chuckle, shaking your head you handed him the cup over and motioned towards the boxed wine that was sitting on the counter.

“I like the coffee mugs” you giggled as you grabbed the green mug from his hands. He laughed and shook his head as he poured himself more.

“Also sorry I don’t have the bottled wine” he added. Smiling you winked at him and took another sip.

“Michael you don’t need fancy stuff” you replied shrugging “Boxed wine is pretty good” you added with a smile. “I don’t hang out with you because you have fancy stuff. I hang out with you because I like you” you giggled. He smiled at you shyly and nodded his head scratching the back of his head. Scooting across the kitchen floor you sat down next to him. Laying your head on his shoulder you sighed and played softly with the mug in your hands. Closing your eyes as you felt his lips on the top of your head.

“I leave on Friday” he whispered, nodding slightly you slipped your leg slightly over his. You watched as his smile grew, his green eyes focused on your leg.

“When will you come back,” you asked looking up at him, he turned towards you and smiled

“You want me to come back” he whispered. Giggling you nodded your head quickly

“Of course, I do Mikey, I go crazy without you here. When you leave for the tour its hell, I mean I’m glad you’re going home your mom will be very happy but I miss you so much” you replied leaning back against the wall. Staring down at the white tile floor. You could feel his beautiful green eyes on you the whole time. Looking down at the mug you frowned noticing it was empty. Sitting up slightly you reached over him and grabbed the box from the counter. A giggled left your lips as you set it on the floor. Looking up at the clock that sat on the wall, you quickly sat up.


“Holy shit Michael it 9,” you said as you gripped the counter wobbling a bit. “I need to get home,” you said as you made your way towards the table to find your purse.

“Whoa hold on there,” he said as he made his way towards you. Grabbing your wrist he stood in front of you. He was a bit blurry to you, you could see him smiling down at you. “Why dont you stay the night,” he asked as he rubbed the back of his head “There’s no way you’re driving home and I cant drive you” he chuckled a bit “I had a few too”.

Watching him go through his suitcase he finally pulled out a black blink 182 shirt. Holding it out to you with a small smile on his face

“Just tonight” he whispered to you, nodding your head you turned around and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom to change into the shirt. Looking in the mirror you tugged gently on the shirt, your hair was messy from leaning against the wall, your cheeks red from the alcohol. Slight mascara streaks down your cheeks from laughing and tears rolling down your cheeks. Running your fingers through your hair a bit so it wouldnt be too tangle, you ran your hand slightly over your cheeks to get rid of the little gray streaks. Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way towards the living room. He sat on the couch, his feet up on the small coffee table, his arms crossed over his chest as he focused on the screen in front of him.

Michaels P.O.V

She tilted her head back and laughed. Her laugh was music to my ear, she gasped for air a bit before he wiped the small tears that rolled down from her cheeks. Her eyes focused on me as she took another sip from the wine.

“I mean Calum is really handsome” she giggled, smiling I nodded my head before taking another sip from the wine. Her hair was messy but yet she is still the most beautiful person I’ve laid my eyes on. The simple fact that she sits on my kitchen flood drinking boxed wine from coffee mugs with me. She fangirls over my bandmates and doesnt find it weird that I join in with her. She smiled down at the coffee mug in her hands. Both of her hands wrapped around the ceramic cup.

“I promise I’ll get actual wine cups” I laughed, she shook her head and looked over at me. Her stare sending shivers down my back, it made my heart beat faster.

“This is perfect” she replied “It wouldnt be the same without the coffee mugs” she giggled a bit. She bit down on her bottom lip and looked over at me again. “I like this” she smiled as she scoot over towards me, she slid along the white tiles and sat a bit closer to me.

“You just cleaned my floor” I smiled over at her, watching as she laughed before looking over at the floor

“You’re welcome” she giggled.


She leaned her head on my shoulder, her lips slightly parted, tiny snores leaving her lips. Her small hand in mine, our fingers tangled together as she held them on her lap.

“Lets get you to bed” I whispered, she shook her head and moved a bit, her eyes barely opened she focused them on the TV.

“I’m awake” she replied, laughing I shook my head and pressed my lips to the side of her head.

“Sure you are” I laughed watching as her eyes closed again, moving slightly I stood up and made my way towards the bedroom grabbing the blanket. Sitting back down I moved her a bit and slipped my leg behind her. She cuddled to my chest, her hand gripping my t-shirt as I drapped the blanket over the both of us. “Goodnight” I whispered looking down at her, her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around her tightly I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.