A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
“Baby, your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”
Jeff turned, his face changing as he looked at her. He lit up, grinned, and looked her up and down. “Hey babe! Listen, tell Clay he’s being stupid alright?”
She sighed, holding out his drink. “Coke for you, and Clay, you’re being an idiot.”
“I’m leaving.” Clay threw up his hands, exasperated.
“Woah,” (Y/n) lunged forward, catching his arm. Something was obviously wrong, he always played along with her and Jeff, and he was nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “What’s up Clay? You alright?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged out of her grip. “I just wanna go home alright?”
“Hannah kicked him out of the bedroom.” Jeff said, crossing his arms. “And now Clay’s being a baby and won’t go talk to her about it. Go talk to her Clay.”
“Leave him alone,” She elbowed his side. “If Clay is too afraid to–”
“I’m not afraid!” Clay snapped. He looked between the two of them, mouth moving soundlessly, and he growled, spinning on his heel and charging towards the house. “I know what you two assholes are doing!” He shouted over his shoulder, shoving Zach out of the way as he reentered the house, flashing you both the middle finger.
“Wow.” (Y/n) laughed softly, looking up at Jeff and cradling her Palm Bay in both hands. “He is so whipped.”
“Yup.” Jeff wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. “How’re you doing?”
She tilted her face up, kissing him softly. He smiled against her mouth, teeth catching her bottom lip playfully, and she shivered. But there were too many jocks around to really get into it right now. Damn the jocks. She broke away, taking a sip of her drink to keep from kissing him again. “I’m good. You? Jessica managed to remove her tongue from inside Justin’s mouth long enough to tell me they need more beer, and Sheri’s moving the car so you can get out.”
He nodded, attention a little too focused on her mouth and not enough on what she was saying. She nudged his side and he sighed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah I’m good. There’s no vodka in this right?” He wiggled the red cup.
She shook her head. “You have practice tomorrow, I figured you wouldn’t want to drink anymore.”
He kissed her temple, pulling her harder against his side until she was drowning in the smell of him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thanks baby.”
“Love you.” She mumbled into his chest. Booze made her sentimental.
“Love you too.” He smiled down at her. “You wanna come?”
She nodded. He slid his hand down her back, giving her ass a quick pat. She smacked his hand, laughing, and he grinned down at her, pulling her towards the car. They settled in, and his hand found her knee, tapping a beat against the side of her leg as he turned on the car and the radio started blasting. He started singing along to some country song that made her roll her eyes, but when he looked at her dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at her, she was forced to sing along.
“OH AND I’M HIGH ON LOVING YOU, HIGH ON LOVING YOU!” He pointed to her, bobbing his head.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I love you too.” He winked at her as he pulled into the beer store parking lot. “Wait here while I run in?” He asked, getting out of the car.
“No I’ll come.” She reached for her door handle, but Jeff pointed the control at the car and clicked the lock button. The door handle jerked in her hand, but the door stayed closed. “Seriously?” She undid the lock, and he pressed the button again, winking at her. He grabbed the passenger side handle, pressed the button again, and opened the door for her.
“M’lady.” He smiled with a mock-bow.
She rolled her eyes. “You are so lame.”
He leaned forward, pecking her lips. “I love you.”
She sighed, taking his hand as he led her towards the store. “I love you too you big dork.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, and her arms slid around his waist as they browsed the store, grabbing a couple six packs and some more coolers. He also grabbed a bag of chips, some candy, and a smoothie that he knew she liked. She kissed him again for that, pressing his back against the freezer. His hands found her ass, her fingers tangled in his hair and played with his earring, and they didn’t stop until he mumbled something about getting frostbite in a place that would stop this from going much further into the sensitive skin of her neck. She laughed, pushing him away and squeezing her legs a little closer together as they walked over to the cash register. He pinched her ass while they waited in line, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. As punishment, she rolled her hips backwards, grinding them against his front subtly, making him groan. Served him right, trying to tease her. Little asshole.
He payed fast, practically throwing money at the cashier, grabbed (y/n) around the knees, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing and kicking and smacking his back.
“Put me down you idiot!” She laughed. “What the hell Jeff?” She bumped his stomach with her knee, causing him to grunt.
“Whoops.” She said sarcastically. “Put me down.”
Don’t move so much babe, I’m gonna drop the beer.” He nudged her hip with his chin, shifting the heavy box between his hands.
“Maybe if you put me down I could help carry stuff.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she was blushing and enjoying her lovely view of his ass.
“Just enjoy the view babe.” He teased, approaching the car. “Shit you’re heavy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks honey, I love you too.”
He put the beer on top of the car and put her down, barely giving her a second to adjust to the change in gravity before he had her back pressed against the car door, fingers tunneling into her hair as he kissed her. She laughed against his mouth, running her hands over his chest, and then pushed him away gently.
“Baby,” he groaned, bumping his hips gently against hers.
“We can’t,” she shook her head, breathless. “Gotta take the beer back, then check on Clay and Hannah, drive them home, and then we can go home and–” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, mind wandering to why exactly they could do when they got home.
His eyes widened when he saw where her mind was going. “Really?” He asked, voice husky.
She nodded. “But we’ve gotta go fast, before I change my mind.”
“Fuck yes.” He lunged forward, gave her one more rough kiss, and then all but forced her into the car. He grinned as he got into the driver’s seat, right hand settling on her thigh. “I’m gonna get you home so fast your head will spin.” He promised, fingers tapping a beat against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “But after, we’re doing this shit slow.”
She laughed as he jerked the car into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. The tires actually squeaked, and she heard the beer sliding in the back seat.
“Slow down Jeff!” She laughed, grabbing the door handle for support as he took a sharp turn. “You know we have to be alive to–”
Something hit the floor, glass clinking, and she swore, twisting in her seat. Jeff slowed down considerably, both because they were approaching a busier street and because she was undoing her seatbelt.
“What are you doing?”
“The beer’s gonna fall.” She shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it, put your seatbelt on.” He looked down at her as she twisted in the seat, climbing over the plastic space between the two seats to reach the back. “Seriously babe. It’s not safe for you to be doing that. Crap.” He twisted the wheel violently to make the turn onto a backroad as they drew closer to Jessica’s house.
“Shit!” she swore. “Jeff keep your eyes on the road.”
“Maybe if you stayed in your seat you wouldn’t be bumping around back there.” He shot a look at her, getting an eyeful of her jean-clad ass. “Why am I complaining again?” He turned his attention back to the road.
“It’s fine.” She groaned, twisting back into her seat, the box of drinks in her hands. “See? I got it.” She smiled at him.
“So flexible.” He winked at her, slowing down at the intersection. “Come on baby put your seatbelt on.”
“Alright alright,” she nodded, balancing the box of beer onto the dashboard and twisting to put on her seatbelt. “You’re such a mom Jeff you know that?”
“Come on you love it.” He looked at her in the mirror as he sped up again. “But I mean, I prefer being called–”
Everything happened really fast. One second he was making an innuendo, the next another car sped through the intersection, slamming into the back of the car. They fishtailed, cars sliding on the wet asphalt, and (y/n) screamed. Jeff spun the wheel, slamming on the brakes, as the car slid towards the concrete barrier. They both jerked forward, (y/n) slamming into Jeff’s outstretched arm. The beer slid off the dashboard and slammed into (y/n)’s legs. The car slid to a stop, and they both sat there, panting.
Jeff swallowed, looking over at (y/n) who was staring at him with wide eyes. She didn’t seem aware of the sticky beer splashed across her chest, stomach and lap, or the metal can balancing on her knee. Her knuckles were white, wrapped around the armrest of the door, and all the blood had rushed from her face. He lowered his arm, resting his hand on her knee. He tightened his grip on her thigh until his hand stopped shaking.
“A-are you,” Jeff swallowed, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, still looking at him with wide eyes.
“You sure?” He looked down at the beer in her lap. “Babe you’re covered in beer.”
She nodded again. “Baby, did you–” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, “did you just soccer mom me?”
“What?” He laughed, a sharp, nervous bark, but it was enough. They both started breathing again. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest, and he started running his thumb over her thigh, his other hand releasing a death grip he didn’t realize he had on the doorknob. “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”
She blinked, running her hand through her hand again. “I um, no. My legs really fucking hurt.”
“Seriously?” Jeff put the car in park and took off his seatbelt, turning in his seat. “Shit what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I just– oh my god!” She pointed at the window and Jeff jumped, twisting in his seat. His heart skipped a beat when he saw an old man tap on the glass of his window. He swallowed, turning to look at (y/n), who shrugged, eyes like saucers. He turned back to the window, keeping his hand on her leg.
“Um, hi?” He rolled down the window.
“Are you alright?” The old man asked, looking onto the car with a face full of concern. “I’m so sorry! I was on the phone, I wasn’t looking, I- I’m so sorry. Are you two okay?” He leaned forward to get a closer look at (y/n), making Jeff’s grip tighten on her thigh. “Are you okay honey?”
(Y/n) nodded shakily. “Are- are you okay sir?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me sweetheart. Are you sure you two are alright?” The old man was practically shaking as he looked between the two of them, wringing phone between his hands in guilt. He reminded Jeff of his own granddad. “We should call 911.”
Jeff shook his head. His seventeen year old girlfriend was probably still a little buzzed, and he wasn’t sure what his blood alcohol content was. He knew he was okay to drive, and that he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to risk it. “We’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, listen I- I dented the back of your car. I should pay for the damage.” The man reached for his wallet. “I can–”
“That’s okay.” Jeff interrupted, but the man wouldn’t be stopped.
“Give me your home number at least. I’ll get in touch with your parents, we’ll figure this out.”
The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Jeff eventually gave in. The two swapped contact information, and Jeff called his parents, explaining what had happened and letting the man talk to them. Jeff turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
“Are you okay?” He asked, half inside the car, leaning over the driver’s seat to look at her. “You’ve got glass and crap on you.”
“I’m fine.” She nodded.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glass littering her lap, the drying beer and streaks of blood from where the glass had cut her up. “Baby–”
“I promise I’m okay.” She nodded again. “My eyes are up here Jeff.” He chuckled softly, more to humour her than anything else, and tore his eyes up to meet hers. They were wide and shiny with nervous tears, and he reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“I love you.” He said quietly, trying to put as much meaning as he could into the three words they had been tossing around casually all night. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She gave him a watery smile, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I promise.”
Four hours later, after the cops and ETM had cleared them to go home, and (y/n)’s parents had taken her home to pick up some stuff, she was in his room, lying on his bed. Their parents had allowed them to have a sleepover, the first one they knew about, after what had happened. It wasn’t even a dangerous accident, but everyone was freaked out. (Y/n)’s parents approved of him, and while her dad was obviously not thrilled by the sleepover, all four parents had agreed that the two of them needed this. And while Jeff wanted to convince everyone that he was fine and that nothing was wrong, he wasn’t going to argue with a parent-approved night spent with his girlfriend.
At first (y/n) had stood hesitantly in his doorway, her hands playing nervously with the strap of her duffel bag. “I um, I know we had… other plans for tonight, but,” she sighed.
“Hey,” He laughed softly, getting off the bed and walking over to her, pulling her into a hug with his right arm. His left shoulder was sore from the jerk of his seat belt. “You’re on a crapton of pain killers because of your legs, and I’ve got a sore shoulder, plus, you know, we almost died earlier, so get in my bed and cuddle with me.”
She smiled. “You’re not upset we’re not gonna do anything else?”
“My parents are in the other room with their ears to the door probably, so we weren’t gonna get much done anyway.” He shrugged. When she rolled his eyes and smacked his chest he pulled her tighter against his side and kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine baby. I just wanna hold you.”
“You’re perfect.” She mumbled, looking up at him and smiling. “I love you Jeff.”
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, sliding both arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him, ignoring the twinge of pain through his shoulder. Her hands slid up his stomach, grabbing fistfuls of the loose t-shirt he was wearing and tugging his closer. He felt her shiver against him and pulled away, looking down in concern. Her bottom lip quivered and his eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
“I–” Her voice cracked, and tears spilled out of her eyes. She hid her forehead in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I just, I–” her breath hitched. “I just can’t shake this feeling that something really bad just happened.”
“Why?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close. “Baby we’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
“I know but– but–” she shuddered, a sob slipping free as she slid her arms around his waist.
Jeff walked backwards, pulling her with him until they reached the bed. He sat down, tugging her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in the space where his neck met his shoulder and cried.
“We’re okay,” he said quietly, running his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re both fine. My shoulder’s gonna be sore for a couple weeks, and you’re gonna be kinda bruised, and probably not be able to wear shorts for a while, which now that I think about it is actually pretty terrible I take back everything I just said this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us.”
She laughed, sniffling, and wiped her eyes. “Shut up dummy.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “See? We’re okay.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t imagine losing you.”
“Well you’re not going to, so problem solved.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m not going anywhere okay baby? And I promise I’m gonna drive safer, and I’m never gonna scare you like this any more okay?”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She shook her head, wiggling out of his lap and lying down. She grabbed his snuggle-pillow and wrapped her arms around it. “It was just scary you know? I thought we were gonna hit the concrete, and I could just see it, I could see smoke, and, and blood, and you weren’t moving, and–” her eyes welled up with tears again.
Jeff lay down on his side, propping himself up on his arm. “Come here.”
She moved forward so he could wrap his arm around her waist. “I’m sorry,” she shrugged, sniffling again, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. I just want you to hold me.”
“Well that I can do.” Jeff smiled softly, laying down on his back. “Oh wait, hang on a second.” She moved back, giving him room to sit up. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then winked at her. She snorted and he wiggled his eyebrows. “How much does this make you feel better?” He asked, flexing his chest and arms.
She laughed softly. “Much better. Thank you baby.”
He lay back down, kissing the tip of her nose, and patted his chest. “Come here to me honey.” He dropped his voice and wiggled his eyebrows again. (Y/n) giggled and rested her head on top of his chest, sliding her hands around his waist and hooking one leg over both of his. He wrapped his arms around her back, one hand reaching up to play with the ends of her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles against her hip. He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Jeff Atkins.” (Y/n) mumbled sleepily.
He hummed, his chest rumbling. “I love you too beautiful. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
What if Harry went really rough on YN last night and she keeps saying she's fine but the wobbles and marks say otherwise
Harry would be so fucking smug about it.
The next morning she swings her legs off the bed, rubbing at her eyes with the palms of her hands and stifling a huge yawn, thumbing over the deep purple bite marks scattered across her thighs and smoothing her fingertips over the bruises on her hips, remembering how hard he’d gripped them.
There’s a dull, satisfying throbbing in between Y/N’s legs, pulsing so deep it laps at the pit of her stomach. It’s like he’s still balls deep inside her, tucked up into her tummy with his sweaty hips spreading her fleshy thighs open, slamming her into another dimension. It paints a small, fulfilled smile across her tinted lips, making her feel all warm and bubbly inside.
Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️
Yayyy! Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great? Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Masterlist
You had finally achieved the transformation.
You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however, had guessed that McGonagall was an exception. You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly. Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute. You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways? So, here you were. Your first transformation. You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow. “Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed. He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck. “Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms. “How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late? “You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped. “Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head. “I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.
His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down. “Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do? You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to - To hell with it. You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.
That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to. He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.
You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself. “Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it. “My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush. “Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man. “I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away. “I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.
You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat. You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation. He was already inside, looking kind of mad. “You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him. “You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl? You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second. “Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken. “She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him. “Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face. He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form. “I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in. “Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’? “No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen. “Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony! You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment. Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally. You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone. He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.
You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular. You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled. You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger. “Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused. “H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you. “I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath. “How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered. “A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense. “You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him. “What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek. Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.
Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”
He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”
Your mind was a jumbled mess. Y/F/N? What did she have to do with anything? He said she was his pen pal? How?
More importantly, why?
You thought he found you out and that made your stomach drop. But this feeling? This feeling was much worse. Now, you lost your friend and it wasn’t even for the right reason. Someone had stole your identity. And it was your very own best friend?
You paced around your room, letting out ragged breaths, waiting for her to stop by your dorm as she did every week.
Your eyes flicked through the conversation again and again and it only made you feel worse about yourself. Even if Jungkook found out it had been you, either way, he would’ve been just as angry and betrayed. God, you were so stupid.
At the sound of your room door opening, your head shot up. Y/F/N sauntered in with a big, fat, grin on her face.
“Hey, Y/N,” she greeted, chirpily.
“’Hey, Y/N’? That’s how you want greet me?” You kept your voice low and whispered.
“What’s the matter? Looks like you’ve been crying,” She cocked her head to the side.
“‘What’s the matter?’” You chuckled, dryly.
“Okay, if I’m just here to have you repeat everything I say without giving me a reason, I’m just gonna go–”
“How could you tell Jungkook that you were his pen pal?”
She blinked at you, taken aback. “That’s what’s got you so upset? Oh come on, Y/N.”
You nodded your head, a dumbstruck expression on her face. Did she have no idea how fucked she made your life?
“Jungkook thinks I lied to him!”
“Well, technically…you did,” She pointed out, rolling her eyes.
Leaning your head forward and furrowing your brows with a frown on your face, you scoffed. “Yeah, but now it’s even bigger lie because you told him you were his pen pal!”
“Ugh, so what? Do you know how annoyed I got whenever you two hung out so much? First, you ditch me for him, and then he actually enjoys hanging out with you, oblivious to the lies you’ve told him! And whenever we all hung out, rarely because you two wanted to hang out alone and do God knows what, all of his attention was on you! Not good for a girl’s self esteem. Especially a girl who was interested.”
You opened your mouth to answer before she cut you off.
“So, I took matters into my own hands,” She shrugged. “It was the perfect opening and I wouldn’t be at any fault. I’d be that mysterious girl you showed me those screenshots of on your messages and I picked up on her…your tactics. Then blah blah blah, I ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, gave away who I was, and we hung out!” By the end of her statement, she looked pleased with herself. Like she had won the trophy.
“But you do realize where that leaves me, right?” You muttered, looking down.
“Stop being so dramatic! You guys will befriend again and we’ll all hang out! You won’t have to worry about having two personas because he got my number! So it worked out for you.”
“But it didn’t! He’s still going to be mad at me and won’t trust me!”
“And who’s fault is that for lying in the first place? You already had your chance,” She challenged. That left you silent. It was your fault. Since the very beginning. No matter what happened between you and Jungkook, you weren’t–your friendship wasn’t–going to last.
“Why now, though? Couldn’t you have told me first?”
“And have you instantly shut it down because of your precious friendship? Face it, Y/N, it was always going to be you and Jungkook over me, right?”
“That’s where your wrong. Don’t you think I would do the exact opposite? Why the hell would I want Jungkook all to myself when I have that guilt burning inside me whenever I look at his face?”
Y/F/N closed your her mouth before opening it again. “I think you know the answer to that question,” She muttered, darkly.
“It was rhetorical! The answer is I wouldn’t want him all to myself!”
“Y/N, fuck, first I thought you’d be relieved. Look! Now, he’s off your back…and what do I get? Yelled at? You’re being such a hypocrite right now and you know it. You claim you don’t want him around because of your ‘guilt’, but now that you won’t have to worry about it, you’re still angry! You shouldn’t be angry. You had this coming, admit it.” The both of you were fuming right now. Y/F/N had a point but there was no way you’d let her get the satisfaction.
“So you just chose him over me, huh?”
“You would’ve done the same. Face it, Y/N. This cute relationship you two have going on, it was going to end eventually. I’m just doing you a favor, saving you from him finding the real truth. At least one, maybe two eventually if I’m lucky, of us might have a happy ending,” And with that, Y/F/N walked out of your room. The door slammed and you threw the pillow you had been squeezing, at it.
Tears brimmed your eyes, but deep down, you knew, it was inevitable. You were going to lose Jungkook.
Well, damn. That was…ouch. Just wait till Jungkook answers tho…. Who here likes Y/F/N? Anyone? *crickets*
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3692
Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.
I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.
As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.
I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”
All of Derry middle school knew who (Name) (Lastname)
is…Or, at the very least, the rumors about her. The said girl spent most of her
time in solitude, hardly looking up from her books, but it was said that when
she did decide to gaze at the general audience that always seemed to be
surrounding her, her eyes would shine like small diamonds in a kaleidoscope of
colors, and whose ever eyes she met would turn to stone. (Latsname) had a few
friends that always tagged along, but they too bit into the rumors and avoided
her gaze. There was even gossip, one time a year back, that she had charmed her
friends and that’s why they never left her side. Even Greta did not dare to
look at her directly. Carrying around old books in complex writings did not
help to clear her name, either. Everyone
just assumed that they were filled with spells and curses, when in reality…It
was only Estonian since you’re only partly American.
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.
It starts on a Monday.
Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.
Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader
Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut
Word count: 1200ish
A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.
2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.
You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.
You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.
Hi guys, okay so I am working on Neighbors part 5 (promise!) but Shawn in Brazil is making me feel some kinda way and I saw these pictures and had to write a little fluffy cuddly thing and I’m sorry if this sucks. I just had to write this down…
The sun is setting over Copacabana beach, turning the sky over Rio de Janeiro into the most beautiful shade of pink and orange and Jo quickly unlocks her phone to take a picture. She is feeling tired after a ten hour flight but the view from their hotel is making up for it and she smiles contentedly at the picture on her phone screen.
“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”
Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”
A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~
Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.
Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.
“Don’t you just hate long lines?”
“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”
He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”
“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”
“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”
Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”
“He’ll be 6 next month.”
Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.
“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”
Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)
Word count: 2191
Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best.
My prompts for this were “I’m wildly
unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just
that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. x )
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
The kitchen was a
mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling
racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the
counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used
to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.
grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at
the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and
grief to wash over him like they always did, but
Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm
with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth,
back into the moment he got to spend with her.
It was one of the
things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and
affection in return.
Y/N was warmth and
comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that
date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him
enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him
wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead
kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr.
Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.
Hey, guys! This is another Peter imagine, but I apologize in advance, this isn’t my best work. Sooooooo I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t I get it ;) - K
“I think I’m gonna have (y/n) over to study tonight,” Peter says.
Ned sighs and leans back from the chemistry project he’s working on. “But we were going to finish the Lego Executor tonight, Peter. You’ve been putting this off for weeks.”
Peter sighs. “Right, sorry.” Ned watches as his best friend’s head suddenly snaps up, and he follows his gaze to see Liz just walked into the classroom. “God, she’s gorgeous.”
Ned can’t help himself as he leans his head on one hand, chemistry completely abandoned. “Yeah.”
The both of them can feel Michelle shaking her head at them behind their backs, but they don’t bother to move. Until Peter suddenly slams his hands on the desk with a smile. Ned nearly falls out of his seat at the sudden action. “Jesus, Peter, what?”
“I have an idea!” Peter yells. He leans in close and whispers: “(y/n)’s good friends with Liz, right?”
Ned frowns. “Yeah?”
“And (y/n)’s our best friend too?”
“Yeah, what’s your point?”
Peter grins. “What if we can convince (y/n) to get the scoop on how Liz feels about me?” Michelle snorts, and Peter turns around to face her. “What?”
Michelle sets her pencil down and leans forward on her desk, fixing Peter with her signature judgy/you’re so stupid look. “For such a smart kid, you’re pretty stupid.”
Peter blanches. “What are you talking about?”
Ned rolls his eyes. “(y/n) likes you, Peter. It would literally kill her to do that.” He looks over at Michelle and frowns confusedly at her glare. “What?” After a couple of seconds, it dawns on Ned. “Oh, god.”
“Just pretend Ned never said that,” Michelle says. She turns to Ned and hisses: “You never said that.”
Peter spins back around and leans over his and Ned’s chemistry project. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Ned leans into him and whispers: “She also knows you’re Spiderman.”
“What?” Peter drops the utensil he was using to stir his new web formula. “You told her?”
“No!” Ned whisper-yells. “She found out herself.”
“Peter, you forget she’s almost as smart as you are. She put together your disappearances and Spiderman’s appearances. Honestly, you should be more subtle.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
You freeze in the middle of turning the page of your chemistry textbook before sighing defeatedly. “Ned told you.”
“Yeah. Not on purpose, though. You know Ned, he can’t keep a secret.”
You sigh and turn over. “You’re right. And neither are you.”
Peter sighs. “I know you know I’m Spiderman, (y/n).”
You laugh darkly and lay your head in your textbook. “I can’t believe this.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “Me either.”
After a long, awkward silence, you lift your head up from your textbook and look into Peter’s brown eyes. “Now what?” you whisper.
He purses his lips and shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.
Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)
His scars tell a story.
Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.
The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.
“Kaneki,” she whispers.
He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.
“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.
His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.
“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.
He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.
“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”
He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.
His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.
“Just one more minute.”
She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—
“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”
She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.
“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”
He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.
Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.
The only one.
She’s the only one.
Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.
The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.
“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”
He sighs in response, eyes still closed.
“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”
Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.
“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.
He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.
It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.
She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.
Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against
You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.
“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1795
Warnings: canon typical violence
Author’s Notes: This was written for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the gif below. I decided to go a different route and not write demon!Dean. Also, this is smut free. Go figure.
Summary : Y/N is coming over to Peter’s house for a sleepover. They’re watching The Little Mermaid, when a certain song encourages Peter to confess his long-kept feelings.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
A/N: Hi guys! The whole story is from Peter’s side. As you can see from the title, it is based on the song Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid. This is my first fanfiction on this blog, so feedbacks and criticism are highly appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy it :)
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
Peter bounded down the stairs as the the school bell rang. Y/N and Ned are coming over to his place for a sleepover. Aunt May is coming home late today, so he’s glad to have some company.
With a smile on his face he strode to their usual meeting spot. From a distance he could already see them sitting on their usual bench, talking animatedly.
Peter could never believe how lucky he is to have such incredible best friends. Ned is so loyal, and probably the most honest person he has ever met.
And Y/N. She’s amazing. She’s never afraid to stand up for him. There’s something about her smile, her laugh that could brighten his day. Or the way her (e/c) eyes shines beneath the sun, could never fail to make his heart stutter.
Yes, Peter is in love with his best friend, he has for a while now. It started at fifth grade, when she stood up to Flash for him. They’re best friends ever since.
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
“Peter!” Y/N waved him over. “Ned was just telling me that he’s bailing on our sleepover.“
“What?” Peter turned to Ned. “Why?”
“My aunt is visiting today, and we’re having a family dinner. Sorry, I’ll make it up to you”
“So that means it just you and me Peter,” Y/N smiled.
“Y-yeah. Just m-me and you,” Peter stuttered, both excited and nervous for what’s about to happen.
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
“Which do you want, vanilla or chocolate?” Peter asked, holding up the ice cream tubs.
“Chocolate would be great.” Y/N answered as she scanned through the movies she brought with her. “What do you wanna watch Peter? I have The Lion King, Alladin, Hercules, The Little Mermaid, and Mulan.”
“That’s quite a disney collection you have there,” Peter chuckled. “I’ve never watched The Little Mermaid before.”
“Little Mermaid it is,” she said, positioning herself on the sofa before patting the seat beside her.
Peter handed her the ice cream as he sat down beside her. Picking up the remote he, started the movie.
It don’t take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Halfway through the movie, Peter found Y/N’s head resting on his shoulder, making his senses go haywire. He focuses back to the movie to see that a song is starting as Ariel and Prince Eric went together in a boat. He can’t help but think of Y/N as he listened to the lyrics.
Sha la la la la la
Don’t be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Looking down to Y/N, Peter found himself unable to stop staring. Her hair looks so soft and he wondered how it would feel to run his hands through it. She has a soft smile on her lips as she watched the romantic scene. Oh, how he loves seeing her smile. She looks perfect.
“Peter?” Came Y/N’s voice snapping him out of his reverie. “Why are you not watching the movie? Are you bored or something?” Y/N asked turning to face him.
“I-I, no. It’s j-just that..” His eyes kept flickering toward her lips, his thoughts going a thousand miles per hour.
“It’s just what Peter?”
Sha la la la la la
Don’t stop now
Don’t try to hide it now
You want to kiss the girl
Get yourself together Peter,he thought, it’s now or never.
He took a deep breath, a poor attempt to calm his pounding heart before leaning in to kiss her.
Sha la la la la la
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
As his lips touched her soft ones, he could feel her stiffen against him. He’s about to pull away, when she melts into the kiss and starts kissing him back. She tastes like chocolate from the ice cream she recently ate. The song kept playing softly in the background as they kissed, finally releasing all their pent-up feelings.
Sha la la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Peter said breaking the kiss.
“Took you long enough,” Y/N smiled, still out of breath from their kiss. “I would’ve gotten you to watch The Little Mermaid years ago if I knew that you’d be brave enough after hearing the song,” she smirked, she loves teasing him.
“Hey! You know I don’t need a song to be brave enough to kiss you,” protested Peter, as he pouted.
“Prove it then,” Y/N smiled as Peter leaned in to capture her lips once more.
Peter stirred from his sleep as a flash illuminates the dark room. Peeking from one of his eyes he sees you beside him sleeping peacefully. Lifting his head he saw aunt May with her phone poised towards him and Y/N.
“Aunt May?” What are you doing?“
“Sorry, you guys just look so cute together sleeping on the sofa, I can’t resist to take a picture,” she whispered, smiling giddily.
He had a stupid grin on his face as he told her the good news. “I’m glad you think so, because I think we’re together now.”
Aunt May smiled, “I’m happy for you guys. Good night Peter.” Blowing him a kiss, she went inside her room.
Shifting his gaze back to Y/N, Peter smiled as he snuggled closer to you. Sighing in content, he put his arm around you.
“I’m sure no one could be happier than I am right now,” Peter whispered before closing his eyes and enter his peaceful slumber.
Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)
A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx
Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always.
As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.
Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.
It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.
“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.
“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.
You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.
“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.
“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.
“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”
“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.
“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.