it needs to come back right now i miss it

Someone give Sansa a hug 😭😭
  • Sansa: Bran, I'm so happy you're home, I've missed you so much.
  • Bran: It was Beautiful that night, snow falling just like now. You looked beautiful, in your white wedding dress.
  • Sansa: Oh Arya, I'm so relieved you're all in one piece, and made it back home safely.
  • Arya: Ah yes, the man [Ramsay] you married. Of course you took mother's and father's room, these are the best rooms in the castle. You always liked pretty things, they made you feel better than everyone else.
  • Sansa: I feel so attacked right now. *writes to Jon* Jon, I beg of you, come home, I miss you. Arya and Bran are driving me insane, I can't handle them by myself, especially, Arya. Bran keeps going on about the night I was raped, and how "pretty" I looked when it happened, Arya thinks I want to overthrow you and become the Queen in The North *sighs*. I need you here. Please, come back. 😩😢🙏
  • P.S. I almost forgot, Bran told me to tell you, that the dead are coming. 💀
Little Tease

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.


Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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#41 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The title pretty much sums everything up. Also I kinda suck at summarizing this kind of stuff. 

Word count: 1720

Author: @chrixa

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it! 

PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x


You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this. 

“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed. 

“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully. 

“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate. 

“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged. 

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Patience -Tom Holland (smut)

A/N: I wrote smut and I’m not even sorry because I’m trash and this is garbage. In which Tom is your boyfriend but he is an impatient little shit. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!


You put your phone between your shoulder and your ear while putting on your shoes.
You heared him groan on the other end of the line and smiled to yourself.
“Come on Tom. I’m gonna be there in two days.”, you said and put your foot back down and took the phone into your hand.
“Yeah two days too long.”, he said and his voice was muffled.
“I know. I miss you too.”, you said while fixing your hair in the mirror.

“I’m home for two months and you’re not here. That’s not fair.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“You mean like how you are always away for promo and I’m home? Yeah buddy, been there, done that.”, you teased him and put him on speaker. You looked at your outfit and tried to fix your blouse but you were not statisfied.
It was quiet for a couple minutes and you only heared weird shuffling noises until he spoke up again.

“I miss you.”,he said but his voice was suddenly deeper and kind of breathy while you took off your blouse to put something else on.
You looked at your phone in disbelief and took it into your hands.
“Babe what are you doing?”, you asked now but it took him a few seconds to answer again.
“I really need you right now.”,he said and this time you could hear his belt being taken off.
“Thomas Stanly Holland! You promised me to wait until I come back.”,you scolded him and felt turned on immediatly. You could picture him how he was lying in bed rubbing his own cock over his jeans while listening to your voice. His eyes closed, head leaned into his neck exposing his throat. Thinking of you.

Your cheeks were burning and you felt a known wetness between your legs and got pissed.
“Tom I don’t have time for this right now! I need to go.”, you whined and pressed your legs together.
“Baby I just need to release the tension. I’m gonna explode otherwise.”, he says slightly moaning while doing it and you huff.
“I don’t like you getting off on your own.”,you complain. You like to be all over his mind when he comes. No place for other thoughts. Only you. You went to the drawer and pulled out a bright red lipstick. You put it on quickly and took off your bra. You shook your hair out and pulled it together on to one shoulder. You took a picture of yourself, the need of release rising in your own body, and sent it to him.

“I want you to look at the photo I sent you.”,you demanded and put your bra back on.
“Oh god!”,he moaned and you could hear how he pulled down his jeans.
“You’re gonna look at me while coming. Alright babe?”, you said into the phone while wiping away the lipstick and putting on the blouse. You didn’t have the nerve to pick something else. Thanks to Tom who left you all hot and bothered.
“I love you.”, you said and took your bag and your keys.
“Don’t hang up!”, he said desperatly and you chuckled triumphantly.
“I have to go now. And when I come back home we need to practice patience with you.”

“I love you too.”,he only managed to say and sounded chocked up. He wouldn’t last long. Knowing this you hung up and went out the door to go to your meeting.

The thing you didn’t tell Tom was that you’d be home earlier. You wanted to surprise him so you went into your apartment as silent as possible. You did not hear anything and wondered for a second if he was home at all. But walking towards your bedroom you heared his voice. His moaning.
You let everything fall out of your hands and stormed into the bedroom just to find him on your bed, fully naked while your picture from yesterday was on the big screen on the wall. He stopped in his movement and your mouth dropped.

“Shit. I’m starting to hallucinate.”, he cursed and pulled you out of your shock.
“Oh buddy you have no idea what you got yourself into.”,you said while taking off your clothes one by one and walking towards him.
You turned off the TV and stood at the end of the bed.
“Come here.”, you demanded and he sat up right infront of you.
“Two days in a row Holland? We will have a patience session right now.”, you told him and pulled down your panties. You sat down on his lap and put your hands on his cheeks while he put his hands on your hips.
“I missed you.”, he exhaled and placed wet kisses down your throat. You pulled his face gently back up and placed your lips onto his kissing him passionatly. You let your hand trail down his body and laid your hand around his cock. Going slowly up and down.

“Here are the rules.”, you said and looked him into his eyes still pumping his member.
“I’m going to sit down on you. We are not allowed to move. You don’t get to do anything unless I do. If you move you’re not going to get off for the next week and you know that we only have the next week together until you come back from your promo. Understood?”
You sat up on your knees and aligned his cock at your entrance and he nodded.
You let yourself down on him and put your head into your neck enjoying the sensation of him filling you out. As soon as he was completly in, you felt his hips twitch and held him down immediatly and looked down.

“Do you wanna go on without me for another two months?”, you asked looking him into his eyes and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Good. I don’t either.”, you smiled and kissed his shoulder. His hands were still on your hips and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“So how was the time without me?”, you asked and sat up. That slightest movement made him close his eyes and groan in pleasure.
“We’re not going to talk about that right now.”,he growled and opened his eyes to glare at you. A lustfilled glare which sent shivers down your spine. You tightened your walls around him and then let go again which made him furrow his brows.
“You could’ve been fucking me sensless if you were patient enough to wait for me.”,you told him and he cursed under his breath which made you smirk.

“You were the one-…to sent me the photo.”,he swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Hardly concentrating not to move.
“You were getting off without me.”, you pouted and adjusted your legs by wrapping them around his hips. Which was again a tiny movement. But enough to drive him crazy.
“Darling I don’t know how much longer I can hold this up.”,he hissed under his breath and his grip on your hips tightened.
“Alright. You can move your hands. And you can kiss me. But keep your hip steady.”,you allowed him and he did not make you say it again. His lips crashed onto yours then moved down to your collarbone and he started sucking and biting slightly where your skin was especially sensitive. His hands moved up to your boobs and were massaging them. Your walls clenched around his cock involuntarily and a moan escaped both of your throats. When you felt the familiar knot build up in your stomach you grabbed his wrists and stopped him from going any further.
You leaned your forhead against his and closed your eyes with a big smile on your lips.

“I love you.”, you told him and he placed a butterfly kiss on your nose.
“I love you too, darling.”
You let your hands trail down his abs and up again to his neck. You leaned in and stopped right next to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”, you whispered and with that said he flipped you around and was immediatly hovering over you.
When he pulled out for the first time and pumped back in you dug your nails into his back and arched your back. Because of waiting for so long with his cock inside of you the movement felt ten times better than it would normally feel. All your senses went nuts and you couldn’t controll your body. He kept up a fast and hard pace which made you moan his name.
“You feel - so good!”, he chocked and lifted your legs around his back to have a better angle. He was hitting exactly your right spot and your walls started tightening around him as you felt the sensation growing in your lower stomach.

You grabbed on to the sheets and formed your hands into fists while leaning your head back.
Right before you were about to come you decided that it wouldn’t end like this. You changed positions so that you were on top riding him so he could be the one only enjoying. “I’m close…”, he moaned and you smiled to yourself. You yourself were not far away either.
“Open your eyes for me baby. Look at me.”, you said and looked into his beautiful brown eyes which were begging for release.
“Y/N!”,he moaned while coming and you came with him, your walls clenching around him increasing the sensation.

You both rode your high out and were left a breathless mess when you rolled off of him. You snuggled yourself into the crook of his neck and he put his arm tightly around you.
“I really should have waited.”,he said after both your breathings were normal again.
“Like Cap says: Patience pays off.”, you said and he groaned.
“Did you have to mention him? You’re killing the vibe.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“Jelaous much?”, you teased him and he huffed sarcastically.
“He isn’t the one who just had the most amazing sex ever, is he?”

“No.”, you chuckled and he placed a kiss on your temple.
“You know we were supposed to talk about normal stuff while we didn’t move. Should increase the intensity or something. That’s what soaking is all about.”, you told him while drawing small circles on his chest and placing a kiss here and there.
“Soaking, is it? How about we try round two in the shower?”, he joked and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up. I’m really tired and jetlagged.”, you chuckled and he laughed out loud.
“It did not feel like that. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you were not tired and jetlagged.”, he said and you rolled your eyes while pulling away. He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from going.

“I’m joking.”,he smiled and you placed a gentle kiss on his hand.
“I need to take a shower and clean myself up. Do you want to watch a movie or something? ”, you asked him while walking towards the bathroom.
“Sure.”, he yelled after you and you smiled to yourself.
“And I’m hungry!”, you yelled back and heared him laugh.
“I’m on it!”, he said and you closed the bathroom door.
You were absolutely in love with this impatient dork you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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It’s been more than two years now and I still love Lapidot so goddamn much.


It’s crazy that we’ve gone from a crackship to one of the most wildly popular ships in the fandom - which is now sitting right on the brink of becoming canon.


They’re just so perfect together I actually can’t handle it ;u;


The show needs to come back ASAP, I miss my babies…

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BTS Reaction to Their S/O Getting Sick Before a Preformance

A/N: the hyung line ended up a little more angsty that the anon probably expected


Jin

Jin was reluctant to go on with the rest of the boys when he saw the color drain from your face and your body sway slightly. He walked up to you and cupped your face gently, his worry growing at how hot your face was. He knew you were sick and he was going to tell his manager and Namjoon that he wasn’t going to perform until you gently laid your forehead against his shoulder. You asked him practically had to beg him to go on stage and let one of the staff take care of you, even then the audiece could tell he wasn’t fully with the preformance.

“Jagiya. I’m not leaving you when you’re this sick.”

“Jin, please… Your career is more important, I’ll be fine with rest.”

“Don’t ever say anything is more important. You’re my everything (y/n) and I would give you the world to make you better.”

“Just please perform for me. Your voice always makes me feel better.”

“…fine.”


Yoongi

You would be his first priority before doing anything on stage. He didn’t care how long the performance is stalled, he needs to make sure that you’re in good hands. Yoongi will bring you a shit ton of cold waters and a blanket for when you get cold while you lay in the dressing room. He makes sure you have a sceen to watch the performance on too, knowing how, even if you were sick, you’ll never miss one of their performances or vlives. Yoongi will make sure you have everything you need and if you need anything during the performance, to just call for him and he’ll come running.

“I’m just a shout away, you know that right?”

“Yes Yoongi. Now go, your fans are waiting.”

“Just tell one of the staff or guards that you need something and they’ll get me.” 

“Okay, I understand. Now go!”

“Alright… you know I love you more than life right jagiya?”

“I love you too Yoongs. Now go, I’ll still be here when you get back.”


Hoseok

Hoseok will from sunshine boy to serious in less than a second the moment he sees you not feeling good. He’d be more forced on stage then of his own free will and ends up with his attention more on you sitting in the wings watching him than keeping up a stage face for the fans. He’ll trip up a few times too with how distracted he is but it becomes less frequent as he spots the color coming back into your cheeks. Hoseok will end up heading over to you at one point during the show and just place a soft kiss on your forehead, lowkey checking your temperature, and telling you how much he loves you before going back on stage.

“Hobi, you need to go back on stage now.”

“I’m just happy that you’re feeling better.”

“I’ll feel even better if you go out there and have fun.”

“But I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Hobi! Go!”


Namjoon

Namjoon woud trust the staff to take care of you. In no way does this mean he doesn’t care about you. After the performance, he will take you home and will take care of you all night and until you’re all better. He puts on a strong face as the leader as everyone expects of his even though he’s wrecked inside that he’s not able to make sure you’re okay. He’ll keep messing with the string bracelet round his wrist you had braided him a while back, a nervous habit he gained when he’s worried about you. Once the performance is over, Namjoon will run off stage to go to you and just hold you. Nothing spoken, just him with his face buried in you neck as he lts your touch calm him down.

“Joonie, I promise I’m okay. It was just a fever.”

He says nothing, just tightens his grip on you waist.

“I love you too Namjoon. i love you too.”


Jimin

Jimin will try and get you home. He wants you somewhere where you can rest and feel comfortable, which won’t happen on a small couch in a dressing room. He’ll call one of the managers over, and dispite your protests, will ask them to get you home safely. You wouldn’t have much strength from you high fever but you will send him a weak and sad look because you had promised to be in the wings to support him. Jimin would just give you a sad smile and mouth a small ‘get well’ with a wave beforegoing on stage, the neutral/sad look never leaving his face until he was able to see you again after they were done.

“But Jimin-”

“No ‘but’s (y/n). You’re going home and getting rest.”

“I told you I’d be here to support you though. I’m not even that sick.”

“You can come to the next one. I just want you healthy jagiya. Please go home and get some rest. I’ll see you after we’re done.”

“Okay…”


Taehyung

Taehyung would be upset that you came when you’re sick in the first place. He’s made the point that you’re the most important thing to him tmany times and the fact that you came to support him instead of taking care of yourself makes his heart hurt. He’ll let you stay because he wants to make sure you get home himself and his worries are less with you being somewhere where he can reach you in a quick amount of time. Before he goes on stage, he’ll run his fingers through your hair and place a kiss on your forehead and then give you a small scolding for not taking care of yourself.

“(y/n), never do this again. You have no idea how worried I was when you nearly fainted.”

“I’m sorry but I really wanted to watch you and be here to support you.”

“Your health comes before my career jagiya.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“And I you.”


Jungkook

Jungkook wouldn’t know what to do. He’s still new to relaionships and he’s lowkey freaking out. He’ll bring you to the dressing room and lay you on the couch before running off to find one of his hyungs. He’ll end up swept on stage before he could get a chance to ask or even make sure you were completely okay. He wouldn’t be able to focus and end up with more mess ups than any of the others. They’ll all end up crowding him afterwords, questioning why he was so off on stage. Jungkook would just push past them to run off to you, his hyungs hot on his heels, and would enter the dressing room to find you asleep with a, now room temperature, water bottle pressed to you forehead.

“Jungkook, what’s wro-”

The maknae shushes them as he removes the water bottle and places a blanket over you.

“She’s sick and I wasn’t able to check on her before going on stage.”

“Aww, the baby’s all grown up.”

He ends up throwing something at them to get them out of the room so you could sleep in peace.

((hello everyone i just want to keep you in the loop with this blog at the moment so here are some facts!!!

- im currently working on a HUGE COMIC that is 130 panels. ive decided to post them in sections and although it is all part of the scene i call The Confrontation, they will be posted separately so u guys dont have to wait eighty years for an update ahaha that being said there will still be stretches of time between posts soooo

-i have a few guest-artists lined up! ill hopefully be posting them between comic posts and they will be lighthearted non serious asks to give us a break from whats going on for the boys right now. its mostly also to give my hand time to rest between these HUGE posts.

-MY ASKBOX WILL NOW BE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. the scene im currently posting will not be needing asks so i cant give yall an estimate on when it will be open again! that said if u have any questions or comments u can always dm this blog! i try to reply to any and all dms so dont be shy!!

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Saying that you had a bad day would have been an understatement and right now you really would have needed your big brother. Ever since your father had died, you and Jace were always there for each other, but with Clary’s arrival it seems that everything had changed.
He was in love and only had eyes for the red-headed girl.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Hearing Alec’s voice made you jump. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t heard him coming closer. “You look sad.”
“I’m fine,” you gave back, “I just… I miss my big brother. It seems like he only cares for Clary now.”

“(y/n)…” You felt Alec’s eyes on you, so you looked up to the taller Shadowhunter. “Yes, Jace spends a lot of time with that redhead but he isn’t your only brother, remember?”

You did. Coming to the Lightwoods was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Not just getting a place to live but another brother and sister who loved you.
Just a second later you were in his arms. Alec was holding you while you told him what had happened.

Soon you felt better knowing that even when Jace hadn’t always time for you, one of your siblings would be there for you. Because sometimes family was more then just blood. 


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Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

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It’s been a long time
since I thought of you
but tonight
I am letting myself go,
I am letting myself miss you,
I won’t sleep with a blanket
so that I can’t
sleep through the cold
so that I think of you
as much as I can
because tonight
I just want to miss you.
you weren’t the love of my life
but you were
my chance of getting over him,
you were my way out,
and when you are drowning
just about anything is fine,
and boy was I drowning
in something I couldn’t swim through
even if I knew how to.
the evenings spent
talking nonsense
were a perfect distraction from life,
they were my meditation vibes
and right now even though
you aren’t coming back
I need those back,
I need distraction now
more than I’ve ever needed it,
it’ll only be a miracle if you come back
but baby when you asked me
if I believed in miracles,
you knew I didn’t,
I didn’t believe in them
but maybe you could’ve been my miracle,
maybe you could’ve been the one
to make me believe,
maybe you could’ve restored
some of my faith

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EXO Reaction when their members tease them after their honeymoon with their wife

Xoxo, Admin A~

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Chanyeol:

“You were saying, Soo? Me and my jagi did what??” *Perks of being a giant*

Kris:

“Nope… I’m not listening to this. I’m going back to my honeymoon. Galaxy here I come!”

Sehun:

“I’m so great you guys can’t stop talking about me right? Bet you missed me! But I’m hers now, sorry guys. Not even chopsticks will help you this time” *So much sass*

Tao:

*Tao doesn’t like this. Tao didn’t sign up for this*

Kai:

*Starts giving them a demonstration of what happened, so they shut up for once and all* “And then… I moved like this.. you guys need to practice… they love it”

Xiumin:

“You guys realize that your jokes don’t affect me right… okay maybe that one did.. why did I come back?” *Regretting his life decisions xD*

Baekhyun:

“Oh really? You want to tease… remember I have chopsticks and they key of this place… Right, I knew you guys didn’t want to tease”

Luhan:

“Oh no! I don’t want to hear those words coming from your mouths! Talk all you want about me, but do not dare fantasize about my wife!”

Chen:

*Really annoyed* “You guys forget I know all your secrets…. do I need to remind you? No? Good!” 

Kyungsoo:

*Goes all squishy and embarrassed* “You guys aren’t supposed to know this side of me… stop it! I’m the scary guy remember?” *Defenseless*

Lay:

“Were you… guys there? How do you know this much… It’s not even funny anymore… Baekhyun… did you plant a camera? Who did?” *Suspicious unicorn*

Suho:

“Well… if you guys want to talk about this… I guess it’s necessary I give you “the talk” again…” *Knows perfectly how to shut them up*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

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Part 5 - Here for you

Simon

I’m nervous, we have been sitting here since our last class, holding hands, and at any moment his father is going to leave the meeting.

It used to piss me off, whenever Baz looked so calm and relaxed in stressful situations like this, but now that we spend so much time together, I can see that it’s all fake. He’s nervous. The way he keeps glancing at the door, the way he’s holding my hand and pressing himself to my side — like I’m the one keeping him in check — are giving him away.

In the last couple of weeks I didn’t know why he wanted this, with me of all people, but I think I get it now. He doesn’t hate me, not now at least, and he isn’t plotting against me. He just wants to be able to be his own person.

He’s been a constant in my life all this time, and it’s crushing me to see Baz like this. I just want him to know that I’m here for him, so I slowly close the space between us and kiss his neck slowly, and he freezes. I‘ve never kissed Baz before, he was always the one that did it. I don’t know what I’m doing, but this feels right, so I kiss him again where his neck meets his jaw.

Baz is turning into my direction and we’re so close now. I see a fire in his eyes like I’ve never seen before “Simon…”  his lips are parted, and he’s getting closer to me. I hear a door opening when Baz finally closes the space between us, and our lips meet. This feels right, I think. But before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling away and looking at the door.

His father is walking in our direction and when he’s close enough, he says, “Basilton, what are you doing here?” and glances between us.

I can feel Baz tense. “Merely waiting for my father, nothing wrong with that, ” he says calmly.

I was so worried about his father, that I didn’t notice a woman walking right beside him. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with it,” she say, looking at him, and then reaching out to touch Baz’s arm. “How lovely you two look together, Basil.“

“Thank you” He tells her, and I can’t help but blush.

“Right, we must be going now.” Mr. Pitch tells us, without looking at Baz.

“Please come home for Christmas. Mordelia and I miss you,” his stepmother tells him before leaving too.

**

After we talked to his father, Baz went to the woods. I wanted to follow him, but I think he needed to be alone.

He came back to our room when I was already in bed, but now he’s in his bed too, and I can’t stand the silence.

“Baz?”

“Piss off, Snow.” I know he doesn’t mean it, and he sounds like he’s been crying for hours.

I want to tell him that his father is an ass, but he already knows that. Instead, I think of all the times that Baz reaches for me whenever he tries to calm down, so I get up and go to his bed. He has his back to me, so I lay next to him, like maybe this will help.

After a while he turns to me, and we stay like that, studying each other. All I can think about, is that we kissed a few hours ago. Did he mean it? Or was it only because his father was watching?

“Snow?” he whispers. He’s so close to me that I can feel him breathing on my face.

“Yeah?”

“For the holidays, I only intend to go home for a few days, the rest I’m staying here but… Can you spend Christmas with me?”

We technically have a deal, and I’m supposed to act as his boyfriend, spending Christmas together was probably included in it. But he’s asking anyway, so I don’t bring it up. “Okay.”

He starts to turn back to the wall again, but his body is so close to me now, that I want to reach for him. I do. I put my arm around him.

“You called me Simon before,” I tell him when I put my head near his neck.

“No, I didn’t.” he whispers a few moments later. I can feel his body relax against mine.

“You did.” He’s making circles in my arm now. It feels so good.

As I let sleep take over me, I think of how good it feels to have Baz falling asleep in my arms, and how I can’t stop thinking about our kiss.


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Jealousy

Request: Draco and Y/N are best friends, but he starts dating Pansy. Y/N is in love with Draco so she distances herself from him because she hates to see them together. It hurts him emotionally when she avoids him because he’s in love with her but thought he didn’t have a chance, and he finally confesses.

⇢  Draco x Slytherin Reader; no Voldemort; requests are paraphrased


“We need to talk.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked around the genial Slytherin common room. A soft green glow settled, casting a calming shadow in the bustling space. “Then talk.”

“In private.”

Ignoring the ooh sounds made by Crabbe and Goyle, you stood up and followed Draco to his dormitory. “Is something bothering you?”

“No,” he replied, sitting down on his bed, his head resting on his arms. Feeling your weight next to him, he sighed. “Yes. Maybe. I’m not sure.”

You folded your arms as you leaned against the headboard, peering at the small slither of Draco’s exposed face. “I’ve been your friend for all these years, yet I’ve never seen you look this disgruntled.”

Best friend,” he corrected, giving you a slight smile. 

“Who knows you more than anyone,” you agreed. “So, tell me, then. Who’s the girl?”

“How did you know this is about a girl–” Draco ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his body to face yours. “Forget it. That was an idiotic question. You know me too well.”

“Of course.” You stretched your legs across his lap. “What’s the problem, then? Afraid she doesn’t like you?”

“Afraid she likes me too much, more like.”

You shook your head and stared up at the ceiling in mock disdain. “What a hard life it must be, being Draco Malfoy. How terrible it seems for all the girls to fall for your bad boy facade.” You shot him a sympathetic glance. “Sounds rough.”

“But the only girl that matters won’t fall for me.” Draco paused and looked at you theatrically. “Or so she claims. I believe she has something else to tell me…”

This has been an on-going joke between you and Draco for a while now, but lately, when he’d kid about liking you, you caught your heart skipping a beat. Of course, every time that happened, you would shove your unbearable feelings away in disgust.

“Keep dreaming, Malfoy.” You looked down, examining your manicured nails. “Well? Aren’t you going to tell me which girl you’re talking about?”

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog :) We all know how Namjoon pretty much confessed to watching porn in the work room area, or whatever it's called :'D So could I request a Namjoon smut where y/n wants to suprise him (in an innocent way) while he was working a new song, but she walks in to see him watching porn. And you know, things kinda go from there. (I felt awkward typing this tbh :'D)

Studio Quickie:

You stood there stunned and blinking, red decorating your cheeks as your boyfriend fumbled around to pull his pants up and shut down the laptop that was singing loud moans from the girl getting pounded into by her ‘daddy’. Your mouth had been slightly open and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now.

“Yah! At least shut the door!” Namjoon shouted at you with everything from his neck up red. You scrambled around lightly to move inside and shut the door fidgeting with your fingers as he pulled his pants up finally zipping them. The air was silent and he didn’t even want to look at you. You shifted from side to side, and looking at him you felt just as bad, he was embarrassed and he was so stiff and quiet.

You didn’t mean to startle him. You had come to the studio to see him today because you knew he was going to be at the studio all day. He had been working hard on something new, and that required him to be here at all kinds of the day. You had brought him food, getting up early to cook something for him you had danced around the house in almost wearing nothing listening to his music. You had missed him so much, he had barely spent time with you coming home and trying to watch TV with you or holding you close only to be the first one to fall asleep and be the first one up. So, you wanted to at least bring him food and see what he was up to. And here he was, trying to get himself off quickly so that he could get back to work. His breathing had calmed down, and the flushed-out color on his skin started to slowly fade but he still wasn’t talking to you, he was still embarrassed. You grinned sheepishly moving to sit down beside him in another rolling chair, placing the food down on the couch behind the mixer board you rolled over to him placing your hands on each of his knees. Namjoon cut his eyes to look at you, and when he opened his mouth to make an excuse you leaned up to kiss his soft lips, feeling him relax his rigid body and kiss you back.

“I don’t need any excuses.” You told him gently, ghosting your hands through his hair before you released him. “I know that you’ve been here, working your ass off, and I know you’ve needed me and we’ve missed each other this week and the previous ones. I am a little upset that you haven’t come to me to at least try but.. I’m here and you need to take a load off.” You admitted giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I know I should have been around more, I should always make time for you. But right now I can’t, with deadlines and everything I have to make sure that I’m doing everything right. And if anything goes wrong- what are you doing baby I said no.” Namjoon groaned seeing you get on your knees to kiss up his clothed thighs. He breathed deep through his nose trying to calm himself down but he couldn’t help seeing you like that for him. “I said no-“ He tried again only to earn you licking and kissing on his bulge, looking at him with those big innocent eyes, your pupils blew out with lust. His hand gripped at your hair, he wanted to tell you no again but he knew the beast in him wanted to come out. He watched your hands move up to grip at his zipper and tug it down, how your pink tongue darted out to lick over your bottom lip. You were so beautiful to him, taking him out of the confines of his pants, wrapping your lips around his heated shaft. How your lips parted and mouth stretched out more to take all of him until you were choking sucking on his shaft, your mouth hollowing making his hips buck as he groaned taking in the sight before him. Your head pushed down repeatedly using your tongue to flick and lick at his sensitive veins. He could feel every flick and roll of your tongue, he listened to your slurp and moan around him. His head tilting backwards as he moaned you from the pleasure.

“Come here, I need more.” Namjoon rasped after just snapping his hips against your face wasn’t enough for him. He slowly pulled you off his cock listening to the wet popping sounds it made. He pulled you upwards, having you stand while he kissed on your lips helping you pull down your bottoms in one go. He pulled your legs apart, helping you straddle him, his tip rubbing against your wet slick pussy lips.

“My baby girl is so wet, let’s fix that for us both okay?” He asked biting on your bottom lip as he pushed his large head inside of your tight opening. His hands guided your hips down until you were taking all of him inside of you, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, he smiled softly pressing repeated kiss against your lips. He held his hips still until he was sure you had adjusted well enough, bucking his hips up he started the pace slow, and at first you were only there feeling the stretch of him, how his thick shaft was gently pushing against your walls. How he stretched you out, the slick sounds of him fucking you slowly being heard in the room. After some time, you started to grind your hips back down against his, your kiss that was once so sweet becoming heated and mixed with just as much teeth as anything else. You started to slowly moan his name, letting it ring out like a plea.

“Shh baby girl, be quiet.” Namjoon urged in a hush voice pushing his hips upwards against yours harder. You couldn’t help it, he kept switching his hips to find your spot, and you knew he could tell when he found it because he started to smirk, snapping his hips quickly against yours.

“Namjoon~ fuck Namjoon! Harder!” You cried out, knowing that he was going to get rougher with you if you didn’t behave. But Namjoon didn’t have time to play with you, he reached his hand up to harshly grip at your hair making you tilt your head back. It was hard for you to moan in that position, because of the position of your head. He smirked at how you choked out pleas, and he picked up the speed, gripping at your hip with his free hand he pounded against you, feeling your nails claw at his shirt as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to hold out on cumming for him. He didn’t care, he would keep you in that position all night if he had to.

“Rub your clit for me.” He commanded as his breath fanned across your skin, he leaned forward kissing the flesh at the crook of your neck, soon he was licking and biting planting hickeys on your skin. He could feel your hand between his body meaning you were being good for him and behaving, the sheer thought alone of how wet you were and how fucked you must look was pushing him over the edge.

“Can I?” You asked him savoring the feeling of him fucking your spot as your own hand toyed with your clit. He nodded his head giving you a breathy ‘yes’ against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, your stomach tightened up and your pussy wrapped around his cock tighter squeezing like a vice. You held out for a few more seconds until you were cumming on his shaft, clinging to him and coming down from your high. Namjoon groaned against your skin slamming you down and burying himself deep inside of you. He felt his hips lightly shake as he pulled you close kissing onto your jaw and up to your lips once again giving you a lazy smile.

You lay against him, listening to his heart beat as you both basked into the quickie you had, and snapping out of your trance knowing that anyone could come in you stretched out looking at him.

“You need to eat something.” You said with a soft smile and he nodded his head pulling you off him gently.

“I know baby girl, thank you for that. It was something I needed.” He admitted pecking your lips sweetly.

“It’s not a problem, just make sure later on tonight you draw it out. I want another round.” You admitted and he nodded his head, helping you both cleaned up before he went back to work and started to eat his food, pulling your chair close to him to make sure you didn’t leave his side.

Both of Us [Connor Murphy x Reader]

Title: Both of Us
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: Yes!
Summary: Reader and Connor use each other to get back at their parents. Hijinks ensue.
Warnings: Connor’s potty mouth | Mentions of sex and alcohol | brief nudity | First person reader | not proof read | written in literally an hour | very short | recovering!Connor
A/N: decided to do a short request in the middle of writing a long one! Hope you guys like this!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I gasped for the tenth time, watching Connor with wide eyes as he pulled more items out of the drug store plastic bag. Glaring at me with harsh slate eyes, Connor removed the last of the items, setting them up in a neat row across his quilted bedspread.

“You wanna get back at your parents or not?” He asked, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. I trusted Connor, but something about sitting cross legged on his bed with a pile of unmentionables between us made me sicker than it should’ve.

“I mean–we’re gonna be in a lot of trouble,” I grumbled. He grinned.

“Then maybe they’ll start paying you some decent attention, yeah? The both of us.”

“Connor–”

“Everyone freaks out the second there’s any chance of their daughter getting pregnant. My dad is gonna blow his top,” he sighed, grinning wickedly at the thought. Rolling my eyes, I reached out tentatively to run my finger across the box between us.

“Why condoms then?”

He shrugged. “Makes them think we’re having sex–and maybe then we can avoid the talk. And hey, I might actually need these at some point, Miss Skeptic,” he growled, sticking his tongue out, making me giggle.

“Okay, so, plan?” I asked, looking warily between him and the lineup of illegal things going on between us.

His lithe fingers reached between us, nimbly selecting a hazy brown bottle and offering it to  me.

“You’re gonna want a swig of this,” he said, popping the cap on what appeared to be beer, taking a quick sip–giving me a disgusted expression, but swallowed regardless–and handed it back to me.

“Can’t we just dump it in a plant?” I grumbled softly, eyeing the liquid inside. It was warm in my palm, already making me queasy.

“Don’t be a pussy,” he chuckled, reaching out to slap my knee, sending me jumping and the amber liquid slushed out across the back of my hand.

“Careful!” He giggled again, reaching out to grab my wrist with one hand, his cold rings stinging my flushed skin, his other hand reaching with the cuff of his hoodie to mop up the spill. Gazing with fond eyes, he gifted me a crooked smile. “Someone’s jumpy.”

“I’m nervous,” I mumbled. His smile doubled, revealing his white, crooked canine teeth, making him look simultaneously softer but confident. He hadn’t yet released my wrist, the sleeve of his hoodie still stroking across the back of my hand.

“We aren’t actually gonna do it,” he whispered, like it was a secret. Snorting, I yanked my hand away, doing my best to keep the blush from my cheeks.

“Don’t flatter yourself–I meant I’m nervous about getting trouble,” it was a half truth, but I doubt he’d call me out on it.

He shoved the bottle further against my chest, nodding toward it. “Just drink it.”

Two beers later, things were starting to get fuzzy. I’d never drank before, and I’d only meant to drink enough to make it look like we’d been drinking, but then Connor….

Connor was pacing the floor, shaking his hands nervously. He’d long since shed his hoodie, stalking the floor now in a grey tank top with his skinny jeans riding dangerous low on his hips–he was holding his liquor well, but it didn’t stop him from anxiously checking the window every few minutes.

“They’re gonna be here any minute,” he cursed under his breath, scratching at the back of his head, causing the brunette curls to fluff out violently. “What’s the plan?”

I shrugged, honestly half hoping he’d just let them catch us drinking. “You’re seriously gonna try to make it look like we’re having sex as they pull in the driveway? What’s the count of that–sixty seconds? They aren’t gonna buy it, Con.”

“You’re pessimistic when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Just pessimistic?”

“Realistic,” I argued, pulling my shirt over my head, watching Connor splutter hopelessly, eyes wide and face red as he fell against his closet door.

“What the fuck, dude!”

“People don’t have sex with their clothes on, Connor,” I reminded, laying against the blue quilt, letting my arms fall above my head. More than anything I was tired, too warm, kind of ready for another drink.

“Dude,” Connor breathed from out of my line of sight. “You’re shirtless on my bed. Holy shit. Jared is gonna lose his shit oh my God–”

“Shut up,” I growled, reaching down gingerly to make sure my bra was still in place. “And lose your’s too if you wanna make your parents actually buy this.”

“Holy shit,” Connor whispered again, his voice accompanied by the loud ruffle of clothing being thrown idly across the room.

The bed squawked beneath me, shaking slightly as Connor joined me, suddenly hovering over me on his elbows, his dark hair forming a curtain around my face, eclipsing my view of the room.

Connor was smiling brightly, his cheeks a hazy pink under his constellation of silver freckles, and his eyes squinting with the effort from the grin.

“This good?” He asked softly, adjusting so that his bony knees, still clad in his faded black skinny jeans, were boxing in my hips. I giggled, nodding slightly, feeling warmer than before.

“Better,” I agreed, despite the warning flares going off in the back of my mind. Connor was a friend, Connor was cute, I argued with myself. There was no harm in a little flirting.

“I think,” he said lowly, leaning down with heavy eyes so that his chapped lips brushed against my cheek, his curls teasing against my temple, “You’re trying to seduce me.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. I reached up to grab his bare forearms playfully, giving them a squeeze and feeling Connor’s bare stomach twitch above my own. “Yeah? Is it working?”

I felt him smile before I saw it. “You tell me.”

Everything short circuited as Connor surged forward, sealing his lips to mine so forcefully I felt my skull slam against the mattress, his cheeks caving slightly as he moved against me, his hands coming up to cup my neck, thumbs tracing soft patterns across my cheek bones.

Kiss him back, stupid, I grunted to myself, feeling Connor’s kiss subside into something softer, slower, and my wide eyed glare revealed his focused, furrowed expression as he concentrated perhaps too hard on this kiss itself, his lips sealing lightly before pulling away too quick and returning just as fast.

“That believable enough?” He whispered softly, moving his head so that he could press a feather kiss along my jaw, allowing me to gasp for air behind his long trail of hair.

“Yeah,” I sighed, unable to stop an embarrassing giggle from bubbling out, earning an elbow to my side.

“Be nice, I’m trying here,” he grumbled, suddenly ceasing his motions and going limp above me, pressing his warm face into the crook of my neck.

“Oscar given,” I promised, a half guilty and half endeared at his embarrassment, reaching up to tangle my hands in his hair, smoothing it lightly. “You wanna take a break, try that again when your parents pull in?” I mumbled against his hair, pressing a kiss there, suddenly aware of the fact Connor’s warmth was laying between my legs, like a too-warm blanket, almost uncomfortable but worth it.

“Yeah,” he agreed drowsy, pressing a feather against my clavicle, before wrapping his arms around my waist and burrowing tighter into my neck. I sighed, relieved that we’d have a moment for my heart to settle down.

“Hey,” Connor whispered softly, nudging the inside of my thigh with his knee.

“Yeah?” I sighed, turning so that I could hear him a bit better from where his words were muffled against my neck.

“Thanks again for agreeing to do this,” he mumbled, shifting. “I know we aren’t super close or anything–”

“I like hanging out with you, Connor,” I reminded, letting my hand drop to trail a pattern against his spine, feeling him sigh in comfort against me. “We are friends, you know.”

“Still,” he said. “I appreciate you sticking your neck out for me.”

“Anytime,” I said truthfully, feeling another feather kiss against my clavicle. “Now stay vigilant, yeah? We don’t wanna miss your parents.”

—-

“This isn’t right–we should call that girl’s parents!”

“Sshhh!” Cynthia urged again, dragging another quilt over the kids in the bed, unable to stop another smile from coming to her lips. Connor and the girl were tangled together, snoring lightly, Connor’s face pressed lightly against her chest and the girls hands resting lightly across his bare back. “Let them sleep, Larry.”

“The last thing Connor needs is to be a teen father!”

Cynthia pointed to the box on the bedside table. “I don’t think we need to worry about that. Their pants are on, dear.”

Larry rolled his eyes. “And you’re okay with the beer?”

“We’ll have a talk about that,” Cynthia promised, but turned back to glance at the couple. “Look at his face, Larry, when he’s sleeping. He looks so calm. He almost looks happy.”

Larry was silent, leaning against the door and watching the two of them. “I suppose it’s good to know he’s got a friend.”

“More than a friend,” Cynthia grinned, shutting off the light and sliding the door closed. “I wonder what she likes on her pancakes.”

Seventeen - slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3649
Pairing: slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader
Featuring: May Parker, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: talk of death, dead character, sadness, crying, yelling, relationship fighting
Summary: Based on the song “Seventeen” from the musical Heathers, Peter Parker and (Y/N) being 17 years old and in their senior year, things have changed drastically since Peter first met Tony. Thanos has invaded and left his mark on the world, taking Tony Stark with him in his demise. For the last year, Peter has helped Pepper run Stark Industries to carry on the Stark legacy, and it is affecting Peter. You talk some sense into him, only to have someone point out a very specific theory about Peter Parker and the guy running around in a red and blue leotard.
Authors Note: i love this. so much. this song, this plot. there is so much angst but fluff at the same time?? but alas tony is dead and it makes me sad just to think about. ITS INTENSE.

Peter Parker / Based Off Musicals / Full Masterlists

Ao3


“Where are you?” You asked into the phone as you sat in the Parker household, watching May try not to worry.

“Just finishing up some things,” Peter replied.

You rolled your eyes. “May was so worried, Peter! You missed all her calls, you really need to start paying more attention to that. She was so worried she called me thinking you were with me,” You sighed. “We need you to come back right now.”

“I can’t. I’m in the middle of some really important work that Pepper needed help on and I told her-”

“I don’t care,” You interrupted. “You’re seventeen, Peter, you’re taking on a job that was made for someone far older. You are still in school, I know you’re a genius but you seriously need to prioritize things. You are still a kid, I’m still a kid, you can’t worry May like this!” You shouted. “You need to come home, do your homework, and get a good night’s sleep.”

Peter huffed. “I’ll save things and leave in five minutes,” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll be at your apartment,” You said, and hung up.

May looked like she was going to cry. Ever since she found out about Peter being Spider-Man, she was both more and less worried about him. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, but that never stopped her from being scared. “Thank you, (Y/N),” May said. “You said all the things I was going to tell him.”

“I worry about him, too,” You reminded her. “He took on Tony Stark’s job. I know he’s been working it for a year, but he’s still so young. I can’t imagine having to work like he does,” You told her.

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A Little Stressed Out Kitten (Chris Evans x Reader}

Someone requested a Chris Evans x Reader who has anxiety so I am only going to do something subtle but hey, still kinda what you wanted I guess.


Warning: large age difference between Chris and reader. Like 16 years, cause Reader is in college at the moment and he is current age I guess.


Senior year of college is supposed to be a breeze. As if senior year of high school wasn’t a joke, who would have expected you would be here, drowning in your end of year research paper along with every other assignment the professors had thrown at you just before the last month of school. You let out a shaky sigh as you looked over your bed in front of you. Your laptop sat open, the screen dull as soft fireworks went off, your assigned screensaver giving you more of a headache than anything at this point. Stacks of papers and notebooks were littered around the cover, your bag and more textbooks on the floor beside your bed. Grabbing your calendar you began to try and organize, prioritize how you would be spending your weekend. Though your boyfriend had been planning to come to town for the next few days, work obligations had cancelled that, and honestly you weren’t too disappointed after looking over the work you had to do. Chris could come next weekend, this work had to be turned in within the next week, it was pretty obvious which one was priority.


“Who knew a teaching degree would give me such stress,” you sighed, scribbling down another assignment you had due on Tuesday. When you were done with the list you started to move into piles, figuring out what to work on next and how to keep all the papers in order. Just as you were finishing Friday’s stack which had to be split into two after attempting to fall into Thursday, you heard your phone go off behind you. Making sure everything was steady, you turned and grabbed the ringing device off your bedside table and answered without checking the caller id.

“Hello?” you asked, leaning over to pick up a textbook from the floor and a pack of sticky notes from your bag.

“Hey sis, how are you doing this lovely evening?’ you held back a groan as our brother’s voice filled your ear.

“Fine, a bit busy though. Do you need something right now because it would be better for me if I could just call you back later? Lots of-”

“Well actually I was just going to check and see if next weekend you wanted to come back home for the weekend. We’ve been missing you and everyone will be here for Mom’s birthday. Kara just needs to know if we should save you a seat.” For the next few moments a silence filled the room.

“Um, I’m not sure. Chris was going to reschedule to come down next weekend and -”

“Well he could come. You know we won’t like freak him out or anything and I’m sure everyone would love to meet him.”

“Listen, I just, I don’t know if-”

“It’s okay sis, just think about it okay. Ask Chris. Let me know before next Friday if you could. We would love to have you up here.”

“Okay, well I have to go so.”

“Okay sis. Talk to you later.”

“Bye big bro.”

“Bye.” With a heavy sigh you hung up the call, throwing your phone back behind you as you brought your hands up to cup your face. You knew it was soon, but God, it would always sneak up on you. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of your heart beat to hold back any potential tears that began to well up in your eyes.

Just as you were getting a hold of yourself, you heard a knock at the door.

Another sigh, God you are way too young to sigh this much you thought. Throwing your legs over the side of the bed you ran a hand through your hair before making your way to the door. With no peephole you were left to just open the door, expecting for perhaps the girl from your Education class who lived on the hall to be looking for notes or something, she rarely missed class but when she did she got very upset and refused to rest until she had her notes compensated. What you certainly did not expect was a scruffy, baseball cap wearing Bostonian to be standing outside of your door, his head down with a small bouquet of yellow flowers in his hand.

“Chris?” you questioned, the opening of the door causing his head to lift up so you could see his features more plainly.

“Hi baby,” he smiled, holding out the flowers. You couldn’t help the small grin as you took them, taking a step back so Chris could follow you into the room, closing the door behind himself.

“Thank you, but what are you doing here?” you asked, setting the flowers on the bookcase beside the door. Turning back to Chris as he came closer to you, pulling off his hat to reveal a messy head of hair.

“Well, a friend heard of how our plans had gotten cancelled and helped with getting me out of a couple things so I could come see you,” he smiled, that puppy dog smile as he reached out to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t have to do that Chris, I could have waited another week and I mean I have a ton of work to do and-“ you were cut off by a warm pair of lips as Chris leaned down to shut you up. Though you were frankly a bit annoyed, you couldn’t help but his him back, that horribly cute way he would smile against you causing you to giggle. “Seriously, I am in overload with all the crap I have to do for next week.”

“Come on, you can spare me a few hours, I have to head to Atlanta tomorrow afternoon, can you at least give me that much?” he asked, running his hands up and down your back as your own arms wrapped around his neck. You took in a deep breath, looking to your side at the stacks of papers before looking back at Chris with his beautiful puppy dog eyes.

“Okay fine, I’ll put some of it off, but only because I know you are taking me to the Spider-Man premiere,” you compromised, causing Chris to let out hoot before grabbing your hips and lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. As he turned he laughed at the stacks of paper before looking back at you.

“Your roommate gonna be around?” he asked, nodding to the bed on the other side of the room.

“Nah, she’s in France for the semester, study abroad. Hasn’t been here since January but you never remember that,” you smiled before he tossed you onto said roommate’s bed.

“Don’t tease if you don’t wanna be teased baby,” he smirked, lowering himself over you as he kicked off his shoes onto the floor.

“Maybe I want to be teased…Captain,” you grinned, watching as Chris’ smirk faltered for a moment before his hands shot out to grab your own, pinning them above your head.

“Oh baby girl, you’re just asking for it.”

——————————- Later that night

As Chris snoozed on the bed across your room you frantically typed on your computer, then turning to use the light to fill out another part of the worksheet you had been given in Math. Of course your professor would bump up due dates. You had desperately wanted to just snuggle into Chris’ side, inhale his scent you were scared off forgetting when he would leave for such long times, but with even more work piling onto Monday’s pile, there was no way you would be able to get it done in a day and a half even if you worked the entire time. You jumped as your phone went off again, another text from your brother.

Alex the Best Big Brother EVER: Please think about it Y/N. I know you had to miss last year, but we all miss you like crazy. I know Mom would want you to be here

You held back a sob as you saw the attached picture. It was a Facebook screenshot, one of Mom’s old posts back from a few years ago. Her standing over your shoulder, her arms around your shoulders as you held your high school diploma in your hands. It looked so different now. Now you could see the sunken way her eyes had changed the months before the picture. How her arms and her face were getting thinner and thinner. She had trouble walking around that day, said it was just dehydration and they all laughed at how stupid the school had been to do a graduation ceremony outside. If only we had known.
Letting out a choked sob you threw the phone down, that picture was too much, too soon. You looked between the phone, the work in front of you and Chris sprawled out over the bed. Suddenly the walls felt like they were getting closer, you couldn’t hear the ticking of our clock, just a pulsing behind your ears and you pulled your knees to your chest. Tears running down your face you felt yourself shake. Too much, too soon, too much, too soon, too much, too much, God it’s too much. Then he was there, his arms warm as they wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest, so soft and warm and smelling like home. He held you as you shook, whispering unintelligible sentences into your ear as his hands stroke up and down your arms.

By the time you stopped shaking, your computer had gone blank. Chris had stopped talking but he was still there, holding on, breathing in sync with you, his body enveloping your own. You swallowed thickly as you reached up to wrap your hands around Chris’ forearm which was set across your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, your throat dry as tears finally began to stop streaming down our cheeks.

“Are you okay baby? What happened?” Chris asked, staring at you with such concern you almost busted out into tears once again.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, snuggling against his chest as you cried.

“It’s okay baby, why are you apologizing? What is it huh? What’s wrong?” Chris asked, looking down at you as you finally looked up at him, the tear streaks running across your cheeks making you look so much more vulnerable.

“I just, my professor’s gave us a ton of work for the weekend and I want to spend time with you because I haven’t seen you or been able to touch you in almost two weeks and I swear I think I’m going to go insane when you’re not here and then Alex keeps texting me and calling about next weekend and he send me this picture, this fucking picture of me and mom and I just couldn’t I just, I just can’t go up there and see all of them but I have to because God it’s Mom. And then they want you to come as well and it just. God it’s too much,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Chris’s chest as you clung to him as though a hurricane was threatening to rip through the room and Chris was the only anchor you had.

“Just breathe, okay just breathe for me baby girl. Breathe and then we can talk okay. I got you baby girl, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”