You sigh and smile dreamily at your soon-to-be-stepmother, Pepper Potts.
Or shall we say, future Mrs. Stark.
“I’d love to wear a dress like that someday.” You say as you walk towards Pepper.
Pepper smiles when she sees you, and says, “I’m sure you will.” She pauses, “And you’ll look much more beautiful.”
You knew that your father was planning on proposing to the redhead for a while now. He definitely took his time overthinking everything. But now, looking at her with her hair expertly done and the dress so exquisite… Everything was worth the wait because everything was perfect.
“Oh, stop that.“ You blush as you playfully shush her. “This day is about you. Don’t try to distract me.“
Pepper turns back to the mirror she’s sitting in front of. “Honestly, I’m glad you helped me convince Tony not to go completely overboard. Thank you for that.”
“I could see that you wanted something simple, but sincere and intimate.” You shrugged, not thinking much of it. “It was nothing, really.“
“Oh dear, Y/N.” She stood and reached out for you, holding your arms. “You understand, and you always give more than anyone asks for.“ Pepper gives you a hug. “And that’s everything.“
You embrace her as well, then you break apart when you hear a knock on the door.
Natasha and Wanda walk in, looking all dolled up as well. “Oh, Pepper, you look gorgeous.” Wanda says as she hands Pepper the prettiest bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you.” Pepper replies, hands shaking slightly as she holds the flowers in her hands.
“Come on, girls.“ Natasha says, pointing at the clock on the dresser. She grins.
‘Sarah Mclachlan would be proud,’ you thought to yourself as you sang the last notes of the song softly.
Prying your swollen eyes open, you looked up at the ceiling of your tiny cell. You could barely make out the intricate etchings of the ancient binding spell.
You huffed a sarcastic laugh out of your dry, chapped lips.
Shifting your body slowly, you groaned when the cuff around your ankle chafed your raw skin. The heavy metal chain dragged the floor with your movements. You leaned over the side of mattress and grabbed the metal tray your lunch had been on. Lifting it in front of your face, you grimaced when you saw that your bruises had turned to that nasty yellow color.
Sitting the tray down, you rolled over onto your back again. Your body was mostly healed but still sore.
You heaved a heavy sigh. It could have been worse. This was a just a warning. Fury normally didn’t even give warnings, so you considered yourself lucky.
She was breathtaking. She would never think so herself, but man she drew every eye in the room.
They way her dark blue dress clung to her curves, and the smile she was wearing made her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting.
Shawn was watching her from across the room. He would feel his chest tighten when she would laugh for smile at someone else. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the one making her laugh or smile like that.
He was hating that he got to walk in, with her on his side, and then had to split up during the party because he had to meet with the record label President.
She understood, knowing that Shawn had to talk up the new album. He had to do his job, this was just a part of it.
But she wished that he was here to hold her to his side, hand on her back, while this creepy guy spoke to her. Well not to her, more like, to her breasts.
Shawn noticed, he noticed how every man looked at her in the room. It made his blood boil, she was his and not anyone else’s. He hates that others even get to see her like that.
He’s biting his lip as he watches her from across the room.
“Shawn?” Is what pulls him from his glare.
“Hmm what?” He asks looking over at Andrew.
“Are you paying attention? They asked how the third album is coming along?”
“Oh yeah, it’s going good. I just wrote a new song with Geoff, hoping to record it this week.” He nods, letting his gaze fall back to her.
He starts fiddling with the ring on his middle finger, taking in deep breaths as the man she is talking too moves in closer.
“Where is Geoff?” Andrew asks.
Shawn ignores the question. Eyes going wide, and angry as the man moves forward, grabbing her arm.
She looks scared, Shawn can tell from the look on her face. The man pulls her closer to him, he’s right in her face. She’s trying to push him away but he’s got a tight hold on her arm.
“What the fuck.” Shawn growls as he pushes past the crowd, rushing to get to her.
She’s looking around, hoping someone will see what is going on. Hoping to find Shawn. She can’t find him anywhere.
The panic in her chest rising, this guy just won’t let go and he’s starting to hurt her.
“Let go of me!” She screams as he puts both hands on her.
“Let go of her!” A yell comes from behind her making her flinch.
“I think you need to mind your own business.” The man glares at Shawn.
“She is my business, you need to let her the fuck go.” Shawn growls.
“Get lost man, I grabbed her first. I’ll let you have your turn when I’m done.”
“Y/n duck.” Shawn said. She did as told and ducked her head, looking down.
All she heard was a rush of air and the crack of someone’s nose. The tight grip on her arms is released and she moves away from the guy.
He’s on the ground clutching his mouth and nose, blood gushing every where. She looks over at Shawn who is shaking out his right hand and breathing hard.
“Shawn what the fuck?” Andrew yells.
“Don’t.” She squeaks trying to warn Andrew to back off and let him cool down.
“Shut it.” Andrew says putting a hand up in front of her face. “Shawn,” He starts, angry.
But Shawn has had enough of people treating his girl with disrespect.
“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Shawn snaps, getting into Andrews face.
“Shawn don’t do this.” She pleads trying to grab at his arm.
“No what did you just say?”
“Shawn, let’s go for a walk. Cool you down.”
“Y/n, I need you to let go.” Shawn says lowly, moving his gaze to her.
“I’m too heated and I don’t want to hurt you, let go.”
“Stop it, you’d never hurt me.”
“Y/N I SAID LET GO.” He snaps at her. She flinches and backs away, he’s never yelled at her like that before.
“Shawn!” She says covering her mouth. He looks over at her, about to yell again. But the words get caught in his throat as he notices the scared look on her face. The face she made when the man was grabbing her, she was staring at him like that.
“Y/n, baby I’m so sorry.” He snaps back to reality starting to walk to her.
“No, stop.” She says shaking her head. She lets a tear fall and walks away from him.
“No! Y/n.” He chases after her.
By the time he catches up with her, she’s already in the car, driving off without him.
“Geoff.” He calls as he sees Geoff across the way. “I need your car.” He yells sprinting to him.
“Don’t start with me, give me your fucking keys.” Shawn says holding out his hand.
Geoff knows something is seriously wrong, and digs into his pocket throwing the keys into Shawn’s hand.
Shawn runs to the car, starting it as soon as he can. He has to find her and apologize. He never ever wanted to see that look on her face again. He can’t believe he snapped on her like that.
He throws the car in park next to the one she drove home, rushing up the stairs to the apartment. He opens the door, surprised it isn’t locked.
“Y/n?” He calls out.
His heartbeat beating out of his chest.
He can’t lose her.
“Y/n?” He calls out again.
He’s walking around the apartment trying to find her. He stops in front of their master bathroom.
He can hear her crying. He goes to open the door, but this one is locked.
“Baby.” He sighs against the door. “Open the door please.”
“Go away.” She whines.
“No, Baby, please talk to me.”
“Please Shawn go away.” She says, sobbing.
His chest clenches and it feels like his heart is ripped out of his body as he can hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. He hates that he can’t hold her, rock her back and forth.
“I’ll wait Baby.” He sighs. He hears her sigh and choke back a sob. He turns and leans his back on the door.
He wipes his face and closes his eyes as he starts to cry himself.
An hour passes and he slides down the door, sitting on the floor with his back and head against the door. The sobbing stopped and he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep but he’s true to his word.
He’s wiping his tears as the door clicks and opens. Before he can respond he falls back, as the thing holding him up moves, and he hits his head on the floor.
“Jesus Shawn are you okay?” Y/n crouches down to check on him.
He looks up at her with a small smile.
“So much better now.” He whispers letting his hand cup her face, using his thumb to wipe her dried tears away. She closes her eyes leaning into his hand. “I’m so sorry Baby, I don’t even know what the hell I was doing. I was so angry that that guy touched you, I’m sorry about that too.” He starts rambling.
“Stop, stop, Shawn, stop.” She hushes him. He sits up, as she sits on the floor in front of him. She crosses her legs and he does the same, letting his hands rest on her thighs.
“No, I should have been there with you the whole time. I should have stepped in when I saw the guy approach you.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t of hit him, but all I saw was red. Especially when he spoke of you like you were a toy or some shit.” He shakes his head. “I lost it, he treated you so wrong and you didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t help myself, I had to punch him. He had to know that what he was doing was wrong.”
“Shawn, I’m not angry at you.” She stops his rambling by putting her hands on his face.
“But you should be.”
“Why? Because you stood up for me? Because you punched a guy that was talking about sexually abusing me?” She spoke truthfully. His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes as she says that.
“But I don’t,”
“No, you listen to me. I love that you get jealous. I love that you stand up for me at all times. I love that you’ll punch a guy and not worry about the consequences just because he spoke disrespectfully to me. Shawn I love that side of you, I love you.”
“Stop, don’t say that.” He sighs.
“Shawn?” She asks confused.
“No I scared you. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I snapped at you like that. I was just so mad, and then Andrew started to get in on it. He should never speak to you like that. But the look on your face.” He sighs covering his face with his hands. “Jesus Y/n I can’t get the look on your face out of my head.”
“Shawn.” She grabs his hands, moving them away. He closes his eyes, not looking at her. “Look at me.” She says softly. He shakes his head. “Shawn look at me.” She says again.
She’s lost her patience.
“Dammit Shawn, look at me!” She raises her voice at him. He looks up, searching her face. “Shawn, I should have listened to you. You told me to let go. I knew how heated you were, I knew it. I was just trying to get you away from the group. I didn’t want you to do something you would regret. I just wanted you to calm down for a second.” She explains. “I knew it, I should have listened. Tried to get into your head in a different way.”
“I did do something I regret.” He sighed.
“What did you do Shawn? When I left what did you do?”
“When you left? What no. I regret snapping at you like that. I have never yelled at you, ever and all of the sudden it happened.”
“Shawn it’s okay.” She tried.
“No, it’s not. I wasn’t me, I couldn’t see straight.”
“Shawn.” She crawls into his lap. “Stop it’s okay. I know that, I wasn’t crying because you yelled at me. I’m a big girl, I can be yelled at without crying. All my emotions hit me at once. Yes your yelling didn’t help, but it’s like the situation finally clicked in my head. That guy was trying to grab me and take me, and I freaked.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No I’m so sorry. I can’t lose you.”
“You aren’t gonna lose me, ever. Shawn I love you”
“I love you too.” He smiles weakly.
“How’s your head?”
“Can you kiss it and make it better?” He teases. She smiles and kisses the top of his head.
“It hurts here too.” He taps his lips. She laughs and leans in and connects their lips.
“That’s helping.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to giggle.
“How long did you sit here waiting?” She asks as they pull away.
“I don’t know, I would have sat here all night.” He shrugs.
She smiles and kisses him again.
“I would wait a lifetime for you.” He grins at her.
“Stop being cheesy.” She lightly pushes his face away.
“Can’t help it. I love you.” He smiles.
“With the lights on?” She teases. He rolls his eyes and grins at her.
“If you’ll let me.” He smirks.
“Nice try.” She nods at him.
“You’re okay though?” He asks becoming serious.
“Yeah Babe I’m fine.”
“No promises remember.”
“Stop playing for a second, promise me you’re okay.”
“I promise I’m okay.” She whispers, running her fingers threw his curls.
“Okay.” He sighs, closing his eyes.
“Does this mean I have a ‘Bad Reputation’ now?” She giggles.
He shakes his head, kissing her, to stop the teasing.
requested by anon: could you do a jealous marauders preference?
James had always been a prideful teenager. He was one to boast and felt no guilt showing off all of his good qualities. Teachers knew it, you knew it, he knew it. Of course, anyone who posed as a threat to his ego would immediately be put under his watch. Due to this, it was no surprise he was the jealous type. So when he was told by his friends that the guy standing with you several yards away was in the middle of asking you to Slughorn’s Christmas Party, he didn’t exactly react well.
“Who was that back there in the hallway?” he pulled you from your group of friends hanging around the couches in the common room to a more private corner.
A faint smirk tugged at your peachy lips at his spiteful tone, though you were careful not to let it show, “Whatever are you talking about, Dear Jamesy?” You bat your eyelashes at your boyfriend.
His jaw locked as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your cocky stance, “You know exactly who I’m talking about, Y/N. The one Sirius said was asking you to the dance– the one you clearly rejected,” he paused, studying your face, “You did say no, right?”
Rather than answering his question, you shrugged whilst tapping your finger to your chin in a mock look of contemplation, “Well I mean, it would make sense for me to say yes. Considering I haven’t been asked yet, and all.”
You could practically see the annoyance radiating off of him which only increased your amusement, much to his dismay, “You think you’re so funny,” he quipped. “What makes him think he can ask you? Everyone knows we’re a thing,” he grumbles with a pout evident on his lips.
Your eyebrow raised again, though this time you don’t bother hiding the amusement on your face, “James Fleamont Potter, are you jealous?”
“Should I be?”
A smirk made its way onto your face at his response, “I suppose not. But you know if I run I could probably catch him before he gets to the Ravenclaw Common Room and tell him I’ll reconsider the-”
Your teasing was interrupted by his chapped lips colliding with your own soft ones. The initial shock quickly wore off as you melted into his kiss, your cocky demeanor retreating almost instantly. Before you even got the chance to pull away, your moment was interrupted by an outside voice.
“Oi Prongs, Y/N! This is a family room so it’d be much appreciated if you could keep the PDA to a minimum!”
Sirius’s barking voice sounded throughout the room, causing multiple heads to turn to the source of noise. Laughter chorused throughout the room as you and James simply locked eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before whispering, “We’ll continue this later.”
“Y/N, truth or dare?”
It was nearly midnight and you should’ve been finishing up your essay for Slughorn due tomorrow, but here you were sitting in the Room of Requirement engaged in a childish game of Truth or Dare with several stolen bottles of fire whiskey and a dozen Gryffindors.
Your eyes rolled as you turned to face James who had called out your name, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. A couple of turns back James had ended up trading clothes with a very reluctant Lily leaving him in silk pajamas which showed off far more than you’d like to see. It seemed he was too drunk to care, however, as the goofy grin never faltered.
A few of the drunker Gryffindors in the room hooted at your answer, provoking another roll of your eyes. You had heard the truths asked so far and would frankly rather streak down the hall in search of Filch’s cat than answer some of them.
James’s lips twitch into a smirk as he stares you down. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as you are sure it means nothing but trouble, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”
Rather than rolling your eyes for the millionth time that night, you decide to have fun with the dare. Everyone watches in anticipation as your eyes land on your officially unofficial non-boyfriend male friend, Sirius, who stares at you with a cheeky grin.
It was well known among your smaller group of friends that you and Sirius and gotten together a few times. After a couple of dates here and there, the two of you had decided not to get into a relationship as the both of you had quite horrible commitment issues. Yet, no matter how much you denied it when brought up in conversation, you remained loyal to each other.
Devising a plan in your head, you crawled forward a foot so your face was hovering mere inches away from his. Just as he began to lean towards you in anticipation of your touch, you darted to his right and planted a sloppy kiss on Remus.
Laughter erupts throughout the room at your actions, Remus chuckling softly as well as he rubs off the lipstick smudged on his face. You grin with a cocked eyebrow at Sirius’s narrowed eyes.
“Lighten up, Padfoot. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” James teases his best friend with a knowing smile, hence deepening his frown further. The night continued for a little while longer before people started clearing out leaving you, Marlene, Lily, and the Marauders.
Lily stood from the dusty ground, stretching out her sore legs, “I think I’m going to head back. I at least want to get some sleep before class tomorrow,” she proclaims as Marlene follows suit.
“Me too. I’ll escort you,” James scrambles onto his feet, eliciting an eye roll from Lily.
Peter, not getting the hint that James wants to talk to Lily, stands after him to follow. You watch as the group of four walks out, leaving you, Remus, and Sirius. Remus’s eyes dart between back and forth the two of you, tension thick in the air. “Well,” he sighs, “I’d better get going too. Goodnight guys,” he waves whilst stepping out of the room.
You make eye contact with Sirius as he leaves, neither of you saying a word until the sound of the door shutting rings through the almost empty room, “What the fuck was that, Y/N?”
Your eyes roll yet again, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, “It was a joke. It wasn’t anything legitimate.”
“Oh, so now it’s funny to go around kissing other guys? Sorry, didn’t get that part,” he snaps moodily.
“Oh come on, Sirius. Do you really think I’d actually kiss Moony of all people? You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” a frown etches its way onto your face.
The hardened look on his face quickly softens as he sighs, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess I just got riled up a bit,” he takes his pinkish lip between his teeth, “Besides, it’s not like you’re not allowed to do that if you wanted to. It’s not like we’re official or anything,” he grumbles the last part.
A small pout rests on your face at his response. No words are uttered between the two of you as you gently lean forward and press your plump lips against his. His body responds instantly as you move like two puzzles pieces that fit together. You eventually pull your lips from his, resting your foreheads together. “But we could be,” you whisper.
Heavy breaths are exchanged between the two of you as your eyes never leave one another until he finally leans in once again, this time making the kiss short and sweet.
“I think we are.”
You were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by all of your Gryffindor friends after a long day of classes and work. Three of the four Marauders were present at the long, wooden tale piled with an incredible amount of delicious food that was the perfect end to your day. James, Peter, Sirius, and you found yourselves to be the center of attention in the grand room rather quickly due to Sirius and James’ unnecessarily loud laughing, though you weren’t really bothered by the stares. You were in the midst of telling a story about a friend you had made earlier that week when the final Marauder finally showed up after serving a detention (curtesy of James).
“He’s just so cute,” you gush to the three boys. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
Already grumpy after having served an undeserved detention, Remus couldn’t help but frown at your words upon arriving at the table. Your eyes shot to his as he took his usual seat across from you and next to Sirius. “Who’s cute?” he attempted to question in a nonchalant manner.
The boys didn’t seem to pick up on his odd tone, but you did. You cocked an eyebrow at his question, “Dennis.”
Remus nodded, though the smallest of frowns made its way onto his face. From then on he seemed more detached from the conversation, distracted by the millions of thoughts running through his mind. Who the hell was this Dennis? Why hadn’t he heard of him before? Your meal ended fairly soon as the five of you made your way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Just as you were about to step through the portrait hole, a voice called you back, “Y/N, could I, er, talk to you for a moment?”
The werewolf shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he subconsciously picked at his nails, a nervous habit. You shot him a soft smile, “Of course, Remus. What’s up?”
Remus’s nervousness only seemed to grow as he took a breath of preparation before, rather uncoordinatedly, spitting out his thoughts, “Look, I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re not technically dating or anything and I don’t know who this ‘Dennis’ kid is but I just-,” he paused for a moment with a sigh before recollecting himself, “Listening to you talk like that about someone else it- well, it kind of stung,” he finished off sheepishly, resembling a kicked puppy.
“I know, I know I jus-”
“Dennis is my cat.”
“Of course and I- wait, what?”
A giggle escaped your rosy lips which soon turned into a full blown laugh. Remus’s previously flustered face was dawned with realization as it turned to one of embarrassment. The blush rapidly making its way to his face only heightened your laughter, not helping his situation.
You finally gathered yourself, your own face now red with amusement, “You must’ve been so blinded with jealousy you missed the part when I talked about how soft his fur is.”
His face heat up even more, if possible. You grasped his larger hand in your smaller one as you sent him a grin. He mumbled something under his breath, though it wasn’t quite audible to your ears, “Come again?”
His eyes darted up to meet yours, “I wasn’t jealous.” Your grin widened at his words which in turn initiated another round of blushing.
“Tell that to your face,” you giggled, poking his reddening cheek with your free hand. Remus swatted your hand away, although the smile on your face reached his anyways.
“Don’t worry about it, I’d be jealous too, I suppose. Besides,” you took your lip into your mouth whilst dropping his hand. You leaned closer to him, your mouth a mere few inches away from his ear. “You’re kind of sexy when you get all jealous. It’s a good look on you.”
You leaned back with a cheeky smile before skipping into the common room. Remus stood stunned for a few seconds before a small smirk of satisfaction took over his face as he followed you into the room. Who would’ve known getting jealous over a cat could end so well?
i love remus’s quite a lot hehe feel free to request an imagine or preference! i do ships as well :)
Summary: Requested by anon: “Can you write a Grayson imagine where he get sick when visiting your family and he wakes you up in the middle of the night because he’s feeling really sick to his stomach and doesn’t really know what to do because he’s in an unfamiliar place and super fluffy !! Thanks!!” Word Count: 1,780 Warnings: None. Fluff (?) I hope so! A/N: Writing this was so much fun. Imagining it as I wrote it made me feel so mushy and now, I want a sick Grayson to look after. I hope I’ve done it justice and I really hope you like it anon! I’ve tried my hardest to make it fluffy and I really hope you enjoy it. Okay, now I’m nervous and anxious. Requests are open as is criticism and feedback. Hope you enjoy reading it!! Xx
You should have known better than to
believe your boyfriend when he brushed off your concerns about him coming down
with a cold. Despite Grayson doing a poor job of muffling his sneezes, trying
to be inaudible as he cleared the ‘itch’ in his throat, you let yourself
believe him when he said he was fine and that it was just allergies getting the
better of him.
Now though, sitting at the airport, waiting
to board the flight, you were kicking yourself internally for having listened
to him. You looked over at your boyfriend, his red nose and watery eyes barely
hiding just how sickly he was feeling. Catching you staring at him, his lips
pulled into a smile.
‘I’m fine, babe’ he said, his cheery voice
not doing much to calm the worry that was starting to build inside of you.
The flight to your hometown was long and
arduous. Unsurprisingly, Grayson had fallen asleep the minute the two of you
were seated. His head nestled in the crook of your neck, arm wound round your
waist, he had somehow found a way to snuggle into you even with an arm rest
blocking half his body.
The nap had done him some good it seemed, as you both departed the flight, your fingers entwined with his. He seemed
livelier, his energy and smile almost back to how it usually was. He had even
insisted on carrying both your bags as you exited the airport, waving off your
suggestion to use a trolley.
It was late evening when you arrived at
your parents’ doorstep. Your parents had pulled you into a hug, their arms
somehow managing to wrap both you and Grayson in it. The house was suddenly
filled with laughter and conversations, Grayson and your father seating
themselves in the living room, while you followed your mother into the kitchen,
your dog hot on your trails.
After having covered the basic topics of
conversation: how was life in L.A, how was the job treating you, how were
things between you and Grayson, your mom turned to you, concern etched across her face.
‘Was it just me or did Grayson appear a bit
flushed and not the “I’m turning red because I’m meeting your parents” kind of
flushed?’ she asked, her voice soft and worried. You sighed, looking over your
shoulder, taking in Grayson’s beautiful face. He seemed to be engrossed in some
deep conversation with your father but you would be blind to miss the slight
sheen on his forehead and the red that was starting to pigment his nose, just
like it had at the airport.
Biting your lip, you turned back to your
mother, who was eyeing you patiently.
‘You know how he is. He refuses to accept
that he can fall sick. He’s been playing it cool for a week now and it seemed
like he had it under control but ever since we left this morning, it hasn’t
been looking too good. I’m just going to wait until he finally caves and
accepts that he’s not feeling well. If I push him now, he’s just going to huff and puff. I wouldn’t put it past him to beat his chest while he’s at it.’ You replied, rolling your eyes as you spoke.
Laughing softly, she had pecked you on the
cheek, before carrying out the food to lay on the dining table. Dinner was
uneventful, conversations flowing smoothly. You couldn’t help but keep looking
over at Grayson, taking in his appearance. He was doing an okay job of hiding
how he was feeling although the gruffness in his throat very obviously gave
away just how sore it was. Unable to help yourself, you had held his hand under
the table, squeezing it gently, in an attempt to comfort him. He had patted
your hand, mouthing, ‘I’m fine’ to you as he did.
Soon after, you both had retired for the
night. Grayson was out cold even before you could turn off the light. His
snores were quick to fill the room, although the way they were escaping, you
were sure Gray was going to wake up with a blocked nose in the morning.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, you had curled up next to him, his body warmer
than usual, immediately wrapping itself around you.
It was still dark out when you felt Gray
shift beside you. You heard him get up and soon after sensed the bathroom door
being opened. Not giving it much thought, you drifted back to sleep. Soon
though, you were being shaken awake. Sitting up, you rubbed away at the sleep
still heavy in your eyes as you squinted at Gray towering over you.
Bathed in the light from the bathroom, one
look at him and you knew things had taken a turn for the worse.
‘I didn’t want to wake you-‘ Grayson began
but you interrupted him, placing a hand on his bare chest.
“Shh, it’s okay. Lay down and I’ll be right
back,’ you replied softly, flinging the sheets of your torso as you got out of bed,
your hands deftly tying your hair into a knot. Nodding quietly, Grayson crawled
onto your side, pulling the sheets over himself, shivering as he did.
‘I couldn’t find the medicine box,’ he
mumbled, as you turned on the beside lamp before padding over to switch off the
lights in the bathroom.
‘It’s in the kitchen,’ you answered as you
continued, ‘I’ll be right back.’
A slight groan was all you earned in
Pulling the medicine box out of the kitchen
cabinet, you hurried back to Grayson who was curled into a ball. Sitting down
next to him, you pulled out the thermometer before sticking it in his mouth.
His beautiful brown eyes, now glazed and unfocused, looked at you, taking in
your furrowed eyebrows. His big hands wrapped around your dainty ones, trying
to comfort you as you eyed him, worry starting to seep into your bones.
You pulled the thermometer out once it was
time, confirming what you already knew. Yup, he was running quite the
temperature. You grabbed the glass of water you had placed on the bedside table
before falling asleep. Helping him sit up, you handed him the glass before
giving him the medicine to swallow. He grimaced as he popped them into his
mouth, throwing his head back to down them with ease. You followed it up with a
heavy spoon of cough syrup. Grayson pulled a face, about to disagree with you
about taking it but one look from you and he had quietly opened his mouth,
allowing you to pour the syrup from the spoon, into his mouth. He gagged as he
took it in, chugging down the rest of the water to rinse the taste.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, you pushed
him down, your skin scorching under his. Grayson was always warm but in this
moment, he was burning up. Pulling the sheets so that they covered his body,
you tucked him in before you went back into the kitchen to place the medicine
box, returning with a wet cloth. Sitting back down next to him, you
pressed it against his forehead, trying to absorb some of the heat.
Grayson threw an arm around you, taking you by surprise as he hauled you over and towards him.
‘Gray!’ you squealed clutching at his arms as he did, amazed at his strength, despite being down with the worst fever ever.
‘Cuddle me,’ he whined as you adjusted
yourself, allowing him to rest his head on your chest, a leg flung over you,
arms wrapped tight around your waist.
Laughing softly, you started running your
fingers through his hair, your other hand still pressing the cold cloth to his
Breathing heavily, he snuggled closer,
burying his head deeper, hot air escaping his lips and fanning over your chest
as he did. Bending down a bit, you placed a chaste kiss to his temple.
‘More,’ you heard him mumble.
‘You big baby,’ you replied before you
peppered him with some more fleeting kisses, across his jaw, on the tip of his
nose, his cheeks, wherever you could, you kissed him.
Placing the cold compress on the table next
to you, you wound your arms around Gray, your hands barely meeting as they
wrapped around his broad shoulders. Gently, you placed your head atop his head,
rocking him softly, unaffected by his weight on yours.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered.
‘For what?’ you quietly asked.
‘For not listening to you earlier,’ he
Chuckling, you replied, ‘It’s always the
same, baby. You think you’re fine and then you’re not. I’m quite used to it by
‘Well, thank you for not rubbing it in by
saying I told you so,’ Gray answered.
‘Oh, I intend to! Once, you’re better, I
plan on doing it incessantly,’ you replied, grinning.
Groaning even louder, Grayson tightened his
arms around you.
‘Now sleep, my love,’ you spoke softly.
‘One more kiss?’ he asked.
Tilting your head, you placed your lips
against his. Your hand on the nape of his neck, you kissed him softly, pulling
away just as he began to deepen it.
‘Not until you’re better,’ you scolded him
before leaning to the side to turn off the lamp.
Breathing out a puff of air, Gray closed
his eyes, pulling your hand until it was placed atop his head. Picking up on
what he wanted, you went back to running your hands through his hair, waiting
for the medicines to take affect, knowing full well, they’d have him out soon.
Within minutes, you felt Gray’s arms loosen around your waist, his snores yet
again filling the dark of your room.
As much as you loved Grayson being all
macho and tough, these rare moments when he liked being babied held a special
place in your heart. You had a certain fondness for them although you wished
they didn’t happen under the current circumstances. Humming, you continued to
run your fingers through his hair, until sleep caught up to you as well.
Needless to say, your mother found it heart
wrenchingly adorable, when she came to wake you up the next day, only to find
you both nestled in each other’s arms. Your head leaned back, resting against
the headboard, Grayson wrapped into your side, the majority of his body flung
over yours, your arms wound around his, holding him in place. Smiling to
herself, she quickly snapped a picture of the two of you, before pulling the
sheets to better cover you both. Quietly closing the door behind her, she went
about preparing breakfast for the two of you, her mother’s instincts at play,
knowing full well, she’d have not one but two very sickly babies by the end of
Pressing the answer button, you took a deep breath. “Hello?”
“Yup,” you rolled your eyes at the question. Who else was going answer?
“I uh– Are you free right now?” Checking your watch, you nodded to yourself, although Jimin couldn’t see you. You had plans with Yoongi at six and it was three right now.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Do you think we could meet up? We need to talk?”
As if pondering the answer, you stalled, “I don’t know. Depends. Are you going to be a jerk?”
“Y/N,” Jimin trailed off and it was clear he was on the verge of getting frustrated.
“I’m being serious, Jimin. I’m not trying to make you angry,” you switched the phone to your non dominant hand and walked throughout your apartment.
“I won’t be a jerk. I promise.”
“Fine, then. Meet me at the park in fifteen?”
“Sure thing. See you then, Y/N,” he sighed into the phone.
“Bye.” You ended the call and slumped against your sofa. I guess it’s now or never, right?
Walking to the park felt much more dramatic then it needed to be. Your brain kept asking unnecessary questions like, was he going to apologize, or did he come to convince you that you were being melodramatic? But one question, for yourself, still stood. Were your feelings still the same?
When you saw him, were you going to be flung into the affections you desperately wanted to bury once he said those things about you? Or were you stronger than this?
Hearing your name called, you turned around and spotted him a few feet away, jogging up to you.
“Hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Hi,” you greeted, softly.
Looking up at your state, his face displayed a look of guilt. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“You are?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I shouldn’t have said those things behind your back, or said them at all for that matter.”
“What do you mean ‘said them at all’?”
Scratching the back of his neck, he winced, “The boys, they ah–tried to set me up with you. After a few times of denying feelings, they kept urging me and I guess I got pretty angry at them and blew up. Only, I meant to blow up at them. Not you. I accidentally wrote all those things in the wrong group chat. Not that that excuses my actions. But it was an act purely out of frustration and I never came clean right away because I was…afraid you’d hate me.”
“Oh,” was all you could say before looking down at the ground.
“And when I did reach out to you, you didn’t answer. So, I assumed the worse and that you didn’t care about me anymore. Then we came home from dinner and you and Yoongi were on the couch all cuddled up, looking…perfect,” he trailed off, looking away so you could see the slight redness of his cheeks.
“Wait,” you blinked, “Did you say cuddled?”
Laughing at your puzzled expression, he nodded, “Yeah, you must’ve fell asleep on him because when we woke him up, he tiredly carried you to his room and came back shortly after to fall back asleep on the couch. How else did you think you got there?”
Honestly? You had no idea. You never thought about why you woke up in Yoongi’s bed. Shrugging off the thought, your attention went back to Jimin.
“Is there anything…” he held up both hands and pointed his pointer fingers from side to side.
“I…don’t know,” you stammered.
“You don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Well before all of this happened, I would’ve said no because I’ve been too busy focusing on you but when I wasn’t…” you trailed off, too afraid of what might come out of your mouth.
“You’re afraid of moving on?” he furrowed his brows. There’s that word again. Afraid. What were you afraid of?
Looking away from him so he couldn’t see the distress in your face, you sighed. “You don’t like me, and that’s fine! But I’m just afraid what could change. Things between us didn’t necessarily go ‘Yipee!’”
“Well then the question still stands. Do you still have feelings for me or did that in any way change after what happened?”
He wasn’t trying to put you on the spot. He was helping you. Did you see Jimin in the same light as before? Definitely not. Would that affect whether or not your heart belongs to him? Only you could answer that question and in order to answer it, you had to accept yourself and the feelings you were too afraid to admit.
I FINALLY DID PART FIVE!! It took a few days but I did it! Now, with who OC ends up with, it’s all up to you and how things pan out🤷
A/N: This is the sequel to the gif blurb Forgotten. I had never planned on continuing this story, but you guys seemed to want more. Now it’s been a while, so I hope you’re still needy. Hope this doesn’t ruin the first part. I’m nervous about this one.
Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕
Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)
Jughead Jones x Reader
OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.
“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones.
A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.
— the ending is shit lol. im tired sorryyy. why was this so long? idk. sorry if there’s any spelling/grammar mistakes it’s like 3 am rn—
“Y/N, you’re my best friend and all, but could you turn your volume down? You’re wearing headphones but I can still hear your music from here.” You took off the headphones, blinking and looking at Yoongi confusingly. “What?” He laughed, sighing at your cute confused face. “Turn your volume down.” Getting up from your chair, you go to sit down closer to him. “Nah.” With that, you turned the volume up and continued to listen to the song. Yoongi shook his head, watching as you stuck your tongue out childishly. He turned away from you and faced his computer once again, clicking on the play button. The beat he made in around half an hour plays, Yoongi pursing his lips as he listens to it for what seemed the 100th time. You pause your music and listen to it yourself. It sounded good, as all the things Yoongi composes do. “Is this an assignment for class?” you asked, tilting your head. He pauses the music, giving you his full attention. “No, just a little something I’m working on for myself.” Sighing, you went over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You need to rest, you know?” you joked, your melodic laugh playing in his ear. Yoongi smiled, not replying to your comment. “Anyways, I’ve got to go.” Your warm hands were no longer on his pale skin, your figure grabbing your bag and heading for the exit. “Where to?” he asked you. “Home. Got stuff to do,” His teeth fiddled with the skin of his bottom lip, his palm holding his chin. “You sure have a lot to do lately.” Your hand rested on the knob, body stopping at his words. Eyebrows furrowed, you suppressed a sigh. You wish you could tell him why you were so busy. You wish you weren’t so busy so you could have more quality time with him before he wouldn’t be able to bestow you with his presence. Tears almost fell at that moment, and you were glad you were turned around, your face hidden from him. Plastering on the realist fake smile you could muster, you turned around and faced him with it. When you did, he could feel that something was wrong. That wasn’t the smile he loved. “Yeah. See you tomorrow!” Without even letting him say anything back, you dashed out of the room. As you went down the stairs and into the student parking lot, Yoongi thought to himself. What was wrong with you? Last month you seemed fine, yet recently you’ve been cutting your hangouts short. Even if he knew you’d tell him eventually, he couldn’t help but worry. You were his best friend, someone he considered close to him, of course he’d worry. As much as he didn’t want to, he pushed the thoughts away and turned back to the computer in front of him.
You were sat in Yoongi’s studio once again, this time actually talking with him instead of watching him compose stuff like usual. “So basically, what I’m trying to say is that he’s a dick.” He laughed at your comment, his gummy smile making you smile as well. “Yeah, Y/N I totally didn’t get that from all the other times you’ve said it.” You slapped him playfully, pouting. “Hey! I’m making a very good point here!” He nods, giving you a sarcastic look. “Whatever you say. Oh yeah- want to go watch a movie next week? I already bought the tickets.” Yoongi got up, going over to his backpack that sat on the floor. He goes through a bunch of pockets until finally he grabs two slips of paper. “Here. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I can go with someone else but I guess I’d rather watch it with you.” You smile at his words, reading the words printed onto the ticket. “What, yes of course I’d want to. This is sweet of you, you didn’t have to.” He shakes his head, “I wanted to.” You were glad the movie wasn’t on the date you’d be leaving, or after. As cheesy as it was, it was a day before. Hopefully you’d have time to, with your parent’s understanding. One last time to hang out with your best friend. You still needed to tell him you were leaving Korea. You’d tell him that day. Yeah, on that day you would tell him. You wanted to spare as much hurt as you could. If you waited to tell him, you were preventing him from stressing and worrying about your guys’ time together. It was for the best.
It’s been a week. You’d be on a plane to China tomorrow. Currently, you were changing into your clothes. You didn’t want to overdo it, but you also didn’t want the last image of you in Yoongi’s mind to be ugly. Finally finishing, you look at yourself in the mirror. You were satisfied with yourself. Grabbing your phone and movie ticket, you bid farewell to your parents and head out the door. The movie theater wasn’t far from where you lived, so you walked there. Yoongi wasn’t there yet, but the movie wasn’t going to start until 12 minutes so you didn’t fret too much. You got a large soda to share with him, and a bag of his favorite candy. 10 minutes until the movie started. Maybe he was running late? He sometimes did that. You stood outside the room, pacing around. As people passed you, they stared and sometimes asked if you were confused about where to go. 6 minutes. You set the stuff down and got out your phone, calling Yoongi. The ringing continued after a few good seconds, and finally it stopped “God, Yoongi where are you, you should-” A monotone voice of a woman interrupted you, telling you to leave a voice message for the number you were trying to call. Groaning, you hang up and shove your phone back in your pocket. 2 minutes left. He still wasn’t here. You wanted to cry, you wanted him to get here so you could have a good time but to also slap him. To tell him that you were scared he wouldn’t come and you wouldn’t get to hang out with him before you left. Your thoughts distracted you for a good while because you heard dramatic music from inside, the voices of actors appearing. He was late.
You still waited outside, hoping to see him run into the theater short of breath and with an apology. Though, not everything goes as wanted. It had been 10 minutes and still no sign of Yoongi. With teary eyes, you entered the theater room and took a seat in the far back. Even with the loud volume and big screen in front of you, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Your mind was on a Yoongi. Why didn’t he come? He said he’d come, heck- he was the one who invited you! Eventually, you let the tears fall and you sobbed quietly, though people who heard dismissed it as you being emotional over the sad scene. The rest of the movie you just cried, munching on some of the candy. Before you knew it, it ended. The lights brightened up, people getting up from their seats. Wiping your face, you get up as well and start to leave the area. It wasn’t until you were near the exit that you saw Yoongi heading towards you. He was late, way late. The movie was around 2 hours long and you’d gotten there around 6. It was 8, technically night. Yoongi saw you and stopped walking, “Y/N I know I’m late and shit I-” You shake your head, a sigh coming from your lips. “Don’t make anything up, please. You were late, it doesn’t matter. This was supposed to be a day where we hung out, but you were late!”
“We can still hang out it’s not-” You interrupted him once again. “No, we can’t hang out Yoongi! I’m leaving Korea tomorrow, I need to be back home so we can double check everything! I wanted my last day here to be with you, but you didn’t come! Now we won’t get to hangout until god knows when! Fuck- Yoongi I cried the whole time, knowing I didn’t have one last happy memory with you. It’s too late, there’s no time.” The tears rolled down your cheeks once more, and Yoongi just stood there, processing your words. “Bye, Yoongi.” The bag of candy is shoved into his arms, and you begin to walk back home. “Wait Y/N!” You continue walking, ignoring his yells. A hand grabs your wrist, turning you around. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving Korea?” he asks you quietly. With a trembling lip, you take your arm back. “I didn’t want to worry you. I was supposed to tell you today, and I did, but not how I wanted to.”
You send him a forced smile and begin to walk away once again. This time Yoongi didn’t stop you. He watched as you walked away from him, leaving him for who knows how long. He didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want you to leave Korea. He didn’t want you to leave him. Deep inside, he was hurting, crying for you to stay. But on the outside, he held a blank face and furrowed eyebrows. Inhaling sharply, Yoongi turns and walks opposite of you.
“Are you all done, Y/N?” your mom asks you. Sighing, you lift yourself up from the ground and nod at her. “Let’s go then.” Grabbing your suitcases full of memories, you follow your mother out of the house. It was hard to believe that it would no longer be your property. Leaving the place you grew up in hurt, leaving everyone you loved behind wasn’t easy either. You hadn’t even left Korea and you already missed him. You missed Yoongi. Your eyes scanned your house one last time before entering the car. Once sat down, you bring your feet up to the two extra seats, knees holding your chin. Little tears fell from your eyes, barely audible cries escaping your throat. Time flew by fast because it within minutes you were at the airport. You didn’t want to go, but you had to. Your dad opens the car door for you, giving you a sympathetic smile. You step out of the car and grab your things, walking towards the entrance. The 3 of you sat down, talking to each other while waiting for the flight. Finally your flight was called, and standing up never seemed so hard. Walking to the gate, you swallow the lump in your throat and hold back the tears.
You watched as the airport workers walked around the area, the flight attendant walking up and down the isle. A message came from the pilot, telling you to turn off your devices. You keep on staring out the window and doing nothing. The airplane takes off, heading towards China. You curl up and wrap yourself in the blanket you brought, eyes shutting closed. You didn’t know if you could live your life without him by your side. You felt helpless. Little did you know, Yoongi felt the same. You were gone, you wouldn’t come back. He didn’t even get to express the way he felt towards you.
Throughout the years, you made friends and even sparked some romances. Though, they didn’t make your heart flutter. Not like it would with him. Yoongi made friends, saw some girls but none of them made him feel special like you did. Life was hard without you. He missed seeing you sitting in the studio, watching him write down lyrics and such. He missed being able to wrap his arms around you and hug you for as long as he wanted. He missed having someone to be comfortable around. You missed it too. You missed him, his awkward hugs, his lame jokes and sarcastic comments. You didn’t know if you could do it. You didn’t know if you could live life on without him.
It had been a while since you’ve been in Korea. It was like just yesterday you landed on China, feeling hopeless and lonely. But in reality that was years ago. You weren’t a teenager anymore, you were in your twenties. You had made it, you had lived without him. Smiling, you set your suitcase against the hotel’s wall and grab the remote on the counter. Turning on the tv, a music show starts playing. “Performing their newest song, this is BTS!” You watch as the camera pans in on 7 handsome men, singing and dancing perfectly. You remember Yoongi telling you he wanted to do this exact thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d gotten closer to that goal. Your question was answered when a familiar face began to rap, his hair now a bright blue. Your eyes widen, keeping your eyes on the boy you once knew, now a man. The beat to the song was amazing, catchy. It made you want to dance along, despite not knowing the choreography. Did Yoongi produce this? His verse was over and another one of the members began to sing. Ever since leaving, Yoongi and you never kept in touch. He didn’t message you, you didn’t message him. It was like you not only left Korea, but you left your friendship. Now, he was this idol, performing on stage in front of a huge crowd. You’d never imagine Yoongi in this situation. He was the most successful out of you two. He did something interesting with his life while you just lived by yourself, working at a decent job.
The song ended and another group was to perform. Grabbing your phone, you look up his band. Suga. You smile softly. His stage name was cute. They were going to perform tomorrow too, it seemed. You quickly grab your debit card, typing in the information needed to buy a ticket. You wanted to see him. The reason you came back to Korea was to possibly see him. You didn’t think it’d be hard, though. He probably wouldn’t recognize you. Not only that, but he was an idol. Anyone could claim to be a childhood friend. Hopefully fate was on your side and you’d meet again.
“And now, BTS!” It felt different hearing it in person. People around you screamed, waving their light sticks around. Some cried, some laughed, some just calmly watched, waiting for their preferred group. The beat you heard yesterday played, the 7 boys beginning to dance. Everyone around you began to chant names to the beat, jumping. You were confused, but picked up on the chant. “Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!” you scream. You laugh, watching one of them begin to sing. Despite not knowing anyone, you danced along to the music with the people around you. Yoongi began to rap and you stop messing around, giving him your full attention. He seemed so happy, to be up there doing what he loved. “Min Yoongi!” you yell. Some fans laughed, telling you that their bias was also Yoongi. Yoongi glanced towards the scream of his name, looking for the fan that yelled out his name. That’s when his eyes landed on you. Your sparkly e/c eyes stared back at him, a cute grin on your face as you jumped around. He was shocked to see you, his voice trailing off. Luckily, no one really noticed due to the back up audio. From your spot, girls screamed. Yoongi had looked in your direction. He noticed you, but did he recognize you?
After BTS was done performing, the boys headed to the dressing room. “Hyung are you okay? You seen frozen.” Jungkook asks Yoongi, worry laced in his voice. “I saw Y/N in the crowd.” he answers. “Wait- childhood friend Y/N?” Yoongi nods, beginning to pace around the room. “What are you doing then? Get her back here!” Hoseok says. Yoongi goes over to a worker, asking them to pull you from the crowd and into the dressing room. He gave a description of how you looked and waited for you to arrive. After what seemed like forever, your familiar face was lead inside the dressing room. Once Yoongi saw you, he went over to you and just looked into your eyes. “Long time no see-” You were interrupted by his embrace, his familiar scent near you after such a long time. You hug him back, face burying into his neck. “Good to see you,” you joke.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Summary: The insecure!reader thinks she has no chance with Sam before Dean takes the matters into his own hands. Warnings: None, except excessive use of different fandoms:) Word Count: 1.560 A/N: Thank you everyone for the notes on my first story! I hope you guys like this one too! :)
If this were a
movie, this would be the sad music scene where it’d rain outside and it’d cut
to you lying on your bed while your best friend consoled you.
“Y/N. You have
that stupid look on your face again.”
And instead, you
were stuck with one and only polite Dean Winchester while the waitress flirted
with the love of your life.
Request → “ Bill x Reader where her parents fight all the times and her and bill have been friends since they were little and her parents fighting gets really bad so she sneaks out to Bills house and she finds a bunch of drawings and polaroids of her and Bill and he reveals he loves her and it’s super fluffy and cute?” for @supertoastrisesagain
“one where the reader has a crush on bill and doesn’t know how to tell him for fear of ruining their friendship so she just starts avoiding him, and eventually he just corners her and she has to confess and bill just kisses her” for @ayatoiloveyou “Can I request a Bill x Reader imagine where they’ve been best friends since childhood and they finally admit their feelings/crushes to each other? Super cute and fluffy”
“Bill x Reader where richie tries to set them up but just creates a domino effect of awkward situations? fluffy ending”
A/N → four in one! pretty nifty right
Pairing → Bill Denbrough x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings → mentions of a bad homelife, me putting detail into things that didn’t need that much detail, and not enough detail into things that did. the usual.
The cold autumn air stung
your cheeks. It was frightening, walking in the dark, especially in the short
lengths between streetlights. Dull, old, Derry streetlights. You sniffed, and
dried your eyes again. You appreciated the quiet though. It was better than
listening to your parents scream themselves hoarse at each other.
Summary: You and Dean have an interesting morning, but Sam interrupts. Later, you and Mary have a little heart to heart, and Dean says something surprising.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings (don’t read unless you want some spoilers): mild smutiness / smutty thoughts, language, sexual tension per usual
A/N: Because the response to this fic has been so amazing, and I love you guys, here’s part nine early!! (Also I feel bad because this is MORE buildup to the gala. But I think you’ll like it) Once more, feedback is always welcome!
- Hiiiii! Could you possibly do a Johnny smut??? Like idc what it’s about as long as he is dominant af because have you met him? Tysm in advance! - Can you please make one for johnny. - Could you please do a Johnny smut but something that has to do with Trey Songz- Love Faces lol please and thank you
- Can we get some lovely Johnny smut to celebrate his debut?^^
author: ADMIN NI, MAN
word count: 1,953
a/n: HIIIIIIIIII. It’s been forever, guys… Thank you guys for requesting so much of my bias, my baby, my Johnny… there’s still so much more I get to do for him!!! I hope y’all like it(;;;;;;;;;;;; seriously love you all so much, you request such good stuff. btw I didn’t proof read so there is bound to be some errors
Plot: Having a panic attack in a bathroom after freezing time is never fun, but a fellow nerd like Peter Parker may be able to help.
Characters Featured: Peter Parker (duh), an OC named Cecily, Flash Thompson, and Harry Osborn
Warnings: some swearing, angst, a panic attack (follows the song used in the imagine), fluff
Author’s Note: This is beyond late, I apologize. School is really time-consuming, but I hope this long imagine makes up for it. For (last) month’s song challenge, @that-sokovian-bastard and I chose the wonderful song Michael in the Bathroom from the musical Be More Chill. It’s about one of the characters. Michael, who has a panic attack in the bathroom after fighting with a friend at a party. Basically, that’s what happens in this fic- except Peter comes and saves the day (sorta)! Let me know if you like it!
This was born from this request:
How about a blurb where he says I love you for the first time during sex. And you don’t know if he really means it or it’s just sex talk. And then you have to talk about it after.
I gave it a little twist and it’s finally here! I feel like I just gave birth to this one, tbh. Thanks to my beautiful @permanentcross for putting up with me and for giving me the title. Hope you guys enjoy it! xx
“Have you ever gone bare?”
He almost chokes on the wine he was sipping on before swallowing and coughing profusely, eyes watering with the rattling force of the cough. You’re both sitting in his living room, each on a side of the couch as both your feet are tangled as they meet in the middle – his legs are much longer than yours and his socked feet are also bigger, but he looks cozy in his sweater and you feel warm and comfortable.
The wine had probably gone to your head, you’ve never really been good with holding your liquor, but your curiosity stems from much more than the alcohol that runs through your veins – you’re not even that drunk, so you have to admit that the question comes from a place other than a drunken haze.
“Wh- where did tha’ come from?” Harry asks you, deep frown on his forehead as he rubs the back of his hand against his lips to clean the wine stains and settles his glass on his coffee table.
You shrug, cheeks flaming with embarrassment that you’ll later blame on the wine, when he brings up the topic. “Always wondered…”
Plot: AU where Reader and Robb are betrothed to one another. Reader is soon to be Queen of France and Robb is next in line to be King of Scotland. They’ve known each other since they were young and have been preparing for this day all their life. Unfortunately, Jaime Lannister, Lord and soon to be King of Wales, also had his eye on you. (Basically, this is a Reign!AU)
Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader
Warnings: making out, Jaime being a dick, language maybe? vulnerable!robb
A/N: hello hi sorry for being MIA! this is my first GoT fic and I really hope you like it! I love Robbie sm and I love Richard Madden even more. (!!!!GIFS AREN’T MINE!!!!)
It’s been a cold and brutal winter this time around, but you’ve always dreamed of getting married in the snow. A smile makes its way onto your face as you look out the window and watch the pretty little snowflakes make their way to the ground, a sense of serenity taking over you as you think of your future with Prince Stark. The Starks should be on their way over to your castle by now, they should–
“Y/N!” Sansa sings and makes her way over to you.
“Sansa!” The smile on your face widens as you see your betrothed’s younger sister. She wraps her arms around you in a comforting hug which you so gladly return.
“I’ve missed you so much!” She pulls away and you kiss her cheek, happily leading her to you set of chairs by the larger window.
“I’m so glad you guys are here! I’ve missed you all, too! How is my precious little Arya?” You lean back, still holding on to your dear friend’s hand as the smirk on her face grows.
“Arya is good, she’s excited because now we’ll be seeing more of you! Bran is also very excited. He wants you and Robb to make little Stark babies,” Sansa laughs and you grow red at the mere thought of being so intimate with Robb. “Oh come on, Y/N it’s bound to happen!”
“Well, sure, but I’m still scared!” You huff and lay your head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Besides, you’re too young for me to talk about this stuff with.”
“Oh, please!” Sansa scoffs and playfully slaps your wrist. “I’m nearly 18!”
“Nearly 18 means you’re still not there yet,” you chuckle as she makes a face at you, further proving her adorable childishness.
You hear a knock on your door and before you’re able to look up, you hear his velvet-like voice.
“May I come in, my lady?” His blue eyes pierce your brown ones as you stand quickly, curtsying.
“Of course, my prince. Please,” you blush deeply as Sansa nudges you before slowly making her way out.
“Don’t go around making babies just yet! You won’t be married for another three days,” she laughs and runs out, before either you or Robb could scold her.
“I-erm-sorry about her,” Robb blushes as well as he lets his eyes study you. “Is-is everything alright, my lady?”
“Y-yes, my prince. Everything is alright,” you clear your throat and Robb closes the door before making his way over to you, a soft smile on his face.
“How many times have I told you to call me Robb?” He lifts your chin up to look at him, a concerned look on his face as you sigh and bite your lip. “And are you really going to lie to your future husband, hm?”
“It’s just–I’ve been thinking about our future, especially with the constant mention of our future children and I’m just scared,” you shrug and look up at your beautiful husband-to-be. “What if I do something wrong? What if you don’t like me? What if–?”
“Princess, princess, listen to me,” he whispers and a shiver runs down your back as he calls you by your title. “You won’t do anything wrong, I will always be there to guide you. You’ll raise our kids wonderfully, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want as the mother of my children. I can’t think of–”
“Robb, I meant,” your cheeks turn darker than before as your gaze travels back to the floor. “I meant what if I do something wrong when we’re, when we’re intimate?” The last part comes out in a small squeak and Robb’s eyes soften further, his hands rubbing your back endearingly.
“I will be right there to guide you in every step of the way, my princess. I promise. Every question or concern you have, I will be right there to help you. If I don’t know the answer, and I’m sure I don’t, we’ll ask some hand-maidens, some women who might know more. I will do everything in my power to ensure your comfort and your safety, never worry about doing something wrong,” he smiles and brings his hands up to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you feel your breathing shallow.
You both lean forward and your nerves skyrocket, both in fear and in excitement, in wonder. Your nose brushes against his and you can feel his breath against your lips as his thumbs now gently flick your earlobes. Before you can move closer and finally feel his lips against yours, you hear a knock. You both pull away from each other, but Robb’s hand moves to your waist protectively as he lays eyes on the man.
“Your grace,” you look over to none other than Jaime Lannister, the troublemaker Lord of Wales.
“No, no, please call me Jaime,” he smirks and Robb’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer to him.
“How can we help you, Jaime?” Robb all but growls out as the smirk widens on Jaime’s face.
“It’s still Lord to you, boy,” he walks over, completely ignoring Robb’s glare. “I just came to see the princess, I was wondering if I could have a word with you my lady?”
“I’ll be right down, my lord. We can talk then,” you nod as he takes your hand and lays a kiss on it.
“I can hardly wait,” he smirks at Robb and walks out the room, barely closing the door as he leaves.
You turn back to look at Robb and you notice his hardened features, his hands that are now fists at his sides as he struggles to reign in his anger. He breathes heavily until you gently place your hands against his face.
“Look at me, my prince,” you whisper and Robb’s eyes immediately find yours, softening at the sight of you. “I am betrothed to you. I want to be married to you. Nothing Jaime does or says will ever make me see him as anything other than the bratty, troublemaking Lord of Wales. I promise.”
“I know, my princess. I apologize for reacting the way I did. The Lannisters have just always given us trouble, Jaime especially. I don’t want him to ever even think of taking the single most important person from me,” he whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing in the process. “I don’t want him to take you away from me.”
“No one will ever be able to take me away from you, Robb. I swear it on my soul,” you whisper and brush your nose against his as you continue to speak. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I will love you to the very end, I will bear our children with a smile on my face, and I will be yours in every sense of the word for as long as you’ll have me. I’ll-”
Robb cuts you off with a desperate, passionate, tender kiss. His hands wrap around your waist as his lips capture yours and your hands move to the back of his neck. Your lips move in sync, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth as you gasp. He growls against your lips before forcefully moving himself back, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.
“If we don’t stop now, love, we might have to push our wedding to right now,” Robb whispers and you chuckle breathlessly, still reeling from the kiss.
“Can’t say I’d complain,” you wrapped your arms around his back as his rested on your waist, his chin atop your head.
“Neither would I, but I think it’s best we stop you two right here,” you turn around to the voice of Catelyn Stark, a blush rising in both your cheeks as she chuckles at the two of you.
“My Queen,” you curtsy and look up at her, slightly embarrassed and slightly shy in front of your future mother-in-law.
“Oh, no need for the formalities. Mother will be just fine,” she smiles and walks over to you, slipping her arm through yours as you smile back. “I’m going to have to separate you two now. You, Y/N need to try on your dress. And you, Robb, need to meet with your father for some arrangements.”
“Yes, Mother,” he kisses her cheek and then moves to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t wait to marry you, my queen.”
“And I, you,” you whisper as he smiles and walks out your door. The next time you’d see him, you two would be getting married. You couldn’t wait.
A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update! >.< I know there’s not too much angst or fluff or smut yet, but maybe some innuendos? o.o Either way, if you haven’t read the first part yet, I’ve linked it above!
“All mine,” He said confidently as his lips pressed gently to your
neck. The sensation of his warm lips against your skin made you shiver as you
pushed harder against his chest with your free hand.
“Th-This isn’t real…” The
tremble in your voice made him chuckle. This was all a dream- no, a nightmare. Jeon Jungkook, a classmate of
yours, was saying the exact same things as the boy who had been keeping you up
at night by haunting your every thought. It simply wasn’t possible. You let out
a laugh and you felt your knees giving in. “I’m imagining things. God, I really
am going crazy…”
“Are you?” He asked quietly. “Don’t
be stupid, Y/N.” Jungkook gave your intertwined hand a gentle squeeze before
letting your hand drop to your side. You stay silent in a complete daze as he
chuckled again at your confusion. Part of you wanted to believe him, but the
other part of you didn’t even know how to rationalize what was happening: That
the boy you kept seeing at night while you were asleep was very real… and
somehow he was standing right here in front of you. You were really losing it.
“I-I’ll open my eyes any second
now… And then you’ll be gone.”
“This isn’t a dream… Do you feel
these hands against you?” He snaked his hands up to your waist and gripped firmly.
“Do you feel these lips against your skin?” You felt a sharp pain as his teeth
captured the soft skin on your neck. You inhaled sharply before a soft moan
escaped your lips. Your eyes bulged suddenly at the strange sound that you just
emitted as the hair on the back of your neck standing straight. He let out a
low chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”