my heart is about to jump out of my chest

you parked and i cried

THIS is not my usual kind of story. no neon, no smoke, no puke. believe it or not. no sex, no tears, no love. something about this world really hurts on monday afternoons when the sky’s gray and all i can do is listen to sad indie tunes and think about jumping back into the sewer.

you parked the car by the side of the road, it was too bright for us to call this planet Earth. i was on the verge of tears. i wanted to rip my heart out of my chest so it’d shut up for a minute. i wanted to lean over and kiss you. i wanted to die. it was too bright. but i didn’t cry. my eyes didn’t even water.

you talked but someone (was it God?) stuck cotton balls into my ears and i just sat there watching your lips move. i wanted to be a little fly eating dust on one of the buttons on a typewriter. maybe the d.

for doom.

for demise.

for destruction.

see how it escalates inside my head? inside my heart? i don’t need my brain and i am tired of my heart. you finished talking and i nodded, turning down your radio. you tried to look into my eyes but i was making love to the window. it was cold and nobody came. i used to love our house.

THIS is where it ends. you drop me off at the nearest gas station and drive off southward. the sun follows your rear bumper. my eyes stalk the dirt on the ground and when they reach my shoes i fall down to all fours and bleed from my nose. might be the mountains. might be my heart. my stupid little heart.

The Fourth Musketeer

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A small comment from Betty triggers many painful memories for Archie about a lost love.

Warnings: angst?

Word count: 1,405

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: so this isn’t based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you enjoy!


“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said, hopeful eyes staring at Archie.

“The three musketeers,” he laughed.  Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.

“Actually, Archie,” she corrected, “there were four of us.”

“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed.  "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“

"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews house.  "You’re my best friend.“ Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.

"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.

“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered, turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too soon.

“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she apologized.

“But there were four of us,” Archie admitted.  "I guess I was just trying to forget the fourth.“

"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight Drive-In screen.  Archie shrugged, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied.  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.  "You know, discover something new?“

"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his head.  "I like things just the way they are.“

Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the rest of the day.  Throughout school, and after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept going back to (Y/N).  For two years, he had blocked out all memories of her.  Now, she was pictured clear in his mind.  Her memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day as if nothing was wrong.

"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch.  He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a hug as soon as he reached her.

“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair.  "What’s wrong?“  (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands desperately holding onto her best friend.

"I’m moving,” she sobbed.  "I’m moving next month.“  Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.

"Moving?” he echoed.  "But what about 8th grade?“  (Y/N) helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks.  "It’s our last year before high school. We were gonna…”  The rest of Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.

“I know,” she cried.  "I know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“  He frantically shook his head.

"No, no, of course not.”

“We’re leaving in July,” she explained.  "I tried to convince my parents not to move, or at least to leave me behind.“

"You could stay with us,” Archie offered.  A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.

“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs.  "(Y/N).“  He repeated her name over and over again, reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue.  All the memories that he had hidden away from himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that he had forgotten how they felt.  He frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings.  Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still engraved in the back of his mind.  How could he ever forget?  "God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”  He continued to drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N).  Every moment they shared, every hug they had, every chance he missed to tell her he loved her.  He missed every single opportunity he had to tell her.  "I should’ve told her,“ he moaned.  An idea lit up in Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room.  He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he found his phone laying on his nightstand.  He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s number by memory.

"I’m sorry, this number no longer exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call.  Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing his phone across his room against the wall.

“I want to talk to her!” he screamed, punching his bed.  "I need her!“

"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously his room.  He paused his rampage as he turned to face the raven-haired girl.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica ignored the bite in his voice.  "I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“

"I’m not…” he clutched his head, sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay.  She’s gone.”

“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting next to Archie.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.  "(Y/N)’s gone.“

"Who’s that?” Veronica asked.  Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping away from her.

“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping back onto his bed.  Veronica frowned.  "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my mom offered.“

"But then we would’ve never met,” Veronica quipped.  "And that, Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“  She glanced at his lips, then back up to his eyes.  Leaning in, she connected her lips with his.  It only lasted a moment before Archie pulled away.

"No, Veronica,” he stopped her.  "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“

"I’m sorry,” she apologized.  "That was stupid and selfish of me, I shouldn’t have-“

"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her.  "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound is still kinda fresh, you know?“  Veronica nodded.

"She sounds lovely,” she offered.  "Can you tell me about her?“  Archie inhaled deeply.

"We were best friends,” he started, and a smile already grew on his face.  "Our parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth.  We were two peas in a pod.  Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became the four musketeers.  We’d do everything together.  But (Y/N) and I were still the closest.“

"When did you fall in love with her?” Veronica inquired.

“I think I always was,” Archie answered truthfully.  Veronica sighed; she knew there was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N).  "But I don’t think I realized it until I kissed her.“

"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?” (Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.

“Like who?” he questioned.  They were eleven.

“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged.  "I don’t know who though.“

"She could be lying,” Archie said.

“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N) giggled with him.  Once their laughs died down, they swung in silence.

“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the silence.

“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged.  "What about you?“

"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered.  "The only good guys in Riverdale are you and Jughead.“

"Would you kiss Jughead?”

“Ew, no!” she squealed.  "Jughead is like my brother!“

"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked.  (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.

“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.

“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked.  (Y/N) blushed.

“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush.  They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the thought of kissing each other.

“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said.  (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.

“Really?” she asked.  He nodded.  "I want you to be my first kiss too.“

"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did it now?  Like, kiss each other.  Just so that we’re definitely each other’s first kiss.”  (Y/N) pretended to contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.

“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly.  Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.  Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped towards (Y/N).  Both of their eyes fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s.  They pulled apart a second after, a blush spreading across both of their cheeks.  Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N).  Neither of them spoke about the kiss.

“Do you think she knew?” Veronica asked.  Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow.  "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“ she elaborated.  Archie shrugged.

"Maybe,” he responded.  "I hope so.  I never told her, though.  God, I should’ve told her.“

"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting hand out towards Archie.  "Don’t beat yourself up over it.  From what you told me, it sounds like she knew.“

"You think so?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded.  "And from what I can tell, I think she loved you too.“

Part two here     Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Sometimes I look at girls and my stomach legit flutters and my heart is already out of my chest and into their hands. All I want to do is hold hands with them, play with their hair, makes out with them, and cuddle with them. 

Sometimes I look at boys and my heart is trying to jump out of my chest and my brain feels all foggy. All I want to do is hug them, share food with them, run my hands through their hair and/or scruff, and play footsie under the table. 

Scream

credit to original owner for gif

Vampire! Yoongi

words: 2,981

genre: pure smut and some fluff if you squint

warnings: some degrading, explicit content (but isn’t that why you’re here?)

summary: you were supposed to get married off to a prince, not be sacrificed to Lord that just so happens to be the ruler of the Demonic World.

Waking up to the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best thing, but then again, it wasn’t the worst. Letting out a deep sigh, you got out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen, preparing for the worst. Upon stepping into view, your eyes widened at the sight. 

“Where is she?”

Pure bloods. One of the absolute worst kinds of being: they’re vile, ruthless. complete savages. They care for no one but themselves. Being the most feared, they walk the grounds as if they own it. It was only natural to obey them, either that, or die. Dressed in black from head to toe, you could help but pathetically let out a whimper in fear. Your father had blood dripping from his head, staining the marbled floors that he had worked so hard to put together, despite not bathing in riches like the other men in the village. Your sisters had already been married off to wealthy young men, unlike you who verbally and physically showed defiance to marrying a man who you did not know anything about. You would get beaten relentlessly, saying that you’re selfish for not sacrificing yourself for the sake of your parents. But you didn’t care. They treated you like shit so that’s all they were going to get. They never loved you, only the two women that came before you. Even though you were polite and obedient, they took advantage of your kindness and forced you to do everything they were able to do themselves. Soon enough, you grew out of the habit of being a sweet little girl. Now, you were deemed as a rebellious, wild, young woman who can’t be tamed. 

“She’s not ready for the Lord! We are still preparing her.” your father gasped for air as he let out a string of curses.

Dropping to the ground, you hid behind the wall, holding your breath as you watched the scene play before you. 

“He wants her. Now.” 

A hand clasped over your mouth, dragging you out from your corner. Thrashing relentlessly, you bit the hand and was harshly pushed to the ground in return.

“Found the little bitch hiding.” the man spat, glaring at you who was near tears as you stared them in the eyes.

“What do you want with me?” you said through gritted teeth.

“Your dear father didn’t tell you?” he looked over at your pathetic excuse of a guardian. “He signed you off to the Lord in return for a large sum of money. Exciting, isn’t it?”

A flash of fear swept over your features as you backed up, only to bump into another one of the Pure bloods.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll finish you off very quickly.” he flashed his fangs before fisting your hair, slamming your head against the ground which knocked you unconscious. 


The throbbing in your head caused you to eventually wake up only to find out that you were no longer at home, but in the home of a demon. You grabbed the sheets in anger. 

How dare they sell me off?

You were fuming with anger and sadness, but more importantly, you were starving. The room was dark, the only source of brightness being the moonlight that ever so gently shone from behind the sheer curtains. Not only had you been passed out the entire day, but you had never been so unproductive in your entire life. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to be living like this. Once again, you fearlessly crawled out of bed, groping the walls in hopes of finding a light switch. The room was big enough for at least two people, yet here you were, all alone. Finally, your hands found its way and flicked the switch, causing your eyes to be blinded by the bright light that consumed the darkness. 

 You gasped in shock. The room was beautiful, astonishing, everything you never had. It was what you dreamed about and more. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing before your very own eyes, but you knew that you were nothing more than a pawn in the devil’s game. Scanning the room, your eyes fell upon the victorian dress that hung gracefully over a chair, matched with glossy black heels and a large variety of jewelry. Crests of gold mixed with burgundy lured you closer and closer. The material was silky smooth, specks of lace here and there. Looking in the mirror at your dirty, ripped clothing, you sighed in defeat as you got ready to shower and so forth.

If I’m going to die at the hands of a demon, I might as well look good while at it

Henceforth after getting cleansed from all the dirt residue that lied beneath your fingernails and in the creases of your hair, you carefully dressed yourself in the dress as well as the heels. Splattering a small mist of perfume, you disregarded the jewelry, believing it was a bit too extravagant for someone as poor as you. You wanted to look beautiful, but you didn’t want to fake it all for the sake of someone who was going to kill you by the end of the night. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath as you swung the door open only to be met with a seemingly never ending hallway full of large paintings on the walls. Observing each and every one as you made your way down, you overheard someone talking and felt eager to follow through. Turning the corridor, you saw two men standing around, talking to one another. Smiling, you began to approach them, eagerly waving as you had done so. 

“Last time I checked, she was asleep.”

“Is she as pretty as everyone’s been saying she is?”

“Of course. The Lord always chooses the best, it just sucks that she’s gonna die soon.”

“It happens all the time.”

You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your feet. Of course they were talking about you, but you didn’t want to hear those words fall out of their mouth. By the time you glanced back up, they were gone. Once again, you were all alone. A hand snaked its way around your waist, lips only a centimeter away from your ear as the figure spoke.

“Come with me.”

A chill traveled down your spine as you hastily agreed, despite not knowing what was to follow. He gently grabbed your hand, leading you down an unfamiliar hallway. You walked slowly behind him, observing everything that surrounded you. Sure, you were going to die, but you wanted to at least take your time and live the moment. You stepped into a room, mouth agape as you looked around. It was at least twice the size of your so called room. You didn’t have much time to play scavenger as you were softly plopped onto the bed. Your eyes finally met with his.

Lord Yoongi. 

People would shake at his very name. He was feared by all and of course you knew that. You felt that fear, but at the same time, you were so intrigued by him. His pale skin that contrasted against his dark hair made his features stand out even more.  Your breath hitched in your throat as he caressed your cheek. The thought of being killed by his hands was enticing. His scent was ever so addicting and god forbid the smirk that fell upon his face.

“I’m sure you know what you’re here for.”

You nodded before responding in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I am to be sacrificed to you in return for money. I am going to die by your hands.”

He gave you a blank stare before erupting in laughter and as much as you loved the melody of it, you couldn’t help but visibly show your confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“W-What?”

“You’re not supposed to die, silly. It defeats the whole purpose of bribing your father just for you to be here. I wanted you.”

“I-I heard people talking in the hallways about how I was just like every other girl.. I’m supposed to be killed like them.”

A flash of anger replaced his gummy smile, his eyes darkening at your comment. “They only died because they were weak. I tried marking them, but they were not the one.”

The one?

“I’ve been searching for my soulmate.” He bluntly admitted, staring into your shaky eyes. 

Of course.

Everyone was so obsessed about finding their soulmate. There was no marking or whatsoever to indicate who belonged to who. You’re supposed to just feel it. Your heart is supposed to jump out of your chest the moment you found the one. Every moment with them is supposed to be pure bliss, a feeling that can never be substituted by anything else is this god forsaken world. 

“Why do you care about soulmates?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was my mother’s dying wish and I am to grant it.” 

“Then do what you have to.”

A sudden determination consumed your fear as you looked him dead in the eyes. 

“I can’t just bite you for goodness sake.” Yoongi chucked. “I have to deflower you first, are you okay with that? I don’t want to hur-”

“Okay.” You interrupted, wanting nothing more than to be even closer to him.

“Okay?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were some kind of alienated beast sitting before him.

“Do it.” 

“It’s going to hurt.” He warned.

“That’s okay.”

“You might die.”

“I’m fine with that.”

Yoongi laughed, clearly amused by your sudden responses, “Why do you want to die so bad? You’re at the peak of your youth, you should consider yourself lucky.”

Frowning, you fiddled with your hands as you averted your gaze, “I have nothing else to live for.” 

With that, Yoongi’s lips came crashing down on yours. His sweet taste overwhelmed your senses, leaving you wanting for more. You cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if you were allowed to. His touch sent tingles down your body and god it loved you so much. His raspy, shaky breath turned you on. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“This,” He pointed to your dress, “is getting in the way.”

In the blink of an eye, he had ripped it off, causing you to whine, “I really liked the design!”

“If you live, I’ll give you more than just that.”

At this point, you were dripping wet. Just his voice alone makes you moan. Yoongi stopped touching you, taking the time to observe your godly figure. His hands ran over the small creases in your palms. He looked at the way your lips were shaped, how you had done your hair, the way your boobs were spilling out of your bra. Feeling as though you needed some sweet relief, he unclipped your bra without a moment of hesitation and watched as they bounced in slow motion. Gasping as your skin came in contact with the cold air, your felt yourself getting more aroused within each touch. 

“Please, Lord Yoongi. Don’t make me wait too long.” You begged, giving a small pout which made Yoongi look at you in amusement.

“Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment with you.” His words melted your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be touched by his long, slender fingers. “Call me Yoongi.”

With one hand fondling your breast, his lips connected with yours once more as his free hand found its way in your underwear. Arching your back in pleasure, Yoongi smiled at the thought of pleasing you, wanting to do more and more just for you.

“You like that, baby?” Yoongi whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, “You like the way my fingers pump in and out of your tight pussy, hm?”

You were overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was giving you and only moaned loudly in response. He made his way down until his face was infront of your sex. Blowing softly, you jolted at the sudden action and whined.

“P-Please, Yoongi. I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He teased, licking your clit as he continuously fingered you.

“I need you inside of me!” You nearly screamed as he added another finger. 

You don’t know how long he was doing this, but all you knew was that you were going to come very soon.

“Almost there, baby. Come for me.” He said, sucking on your clit as you clenched around his digits. 

Moaning loudly, you finally gave in. Chuckling at your response, Yoongi licked his fingers clean before undressing himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his bulge, gently grasping it in your tiny hands.

“May I?”

Your words made him groan. “Be my guest.”

With that, you slowly tugged down at his boxers, allowing his member to break free. Your eyes widened at the sight, you knew he was big, but he didn’t know he was this big.

“I-I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted, slowly twisting as you stroked his length.

“F-Fuck, you know what you’re doing.” He threw his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure.

Satisfied with his response, you carefully licked the tip before taking him by surprise as you shoved his entire shaft in your mouth. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he let out a sound of pure bliss.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” 

You chuckled in return, the vibrations from your mouth only making him more aroused. 

“I can’t take it anymore!” Yoongi claimed, pushing your back on the bed, aligning himself at your entrance. “Baby, this is gonna hurt, but be a good girl and take it all in for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You looked into his eyes and shook your head, “Please, Yoongi. Make love to me.” 

Yoongi leaned down, kissing you as he shoved his shaft inside of you causing you to gently bite his lip. It was excruciatingly painful, but you endured it for Yoongi. You wanted to please him and if this was one way to do it, then so be it. You don’t know why, but all you wanted to do was make him feel good. From the moment you locked gazes, he was all you wanted.

Starting off with slow thrusts, Yoongi let out a string of curses before quickly apologizing, “I’m going to go faster, so let me know if it’s too much for you.” 

You gripped the sheets as he pumped in and out of you at the speed of lightning. The pain disappeared and now, you were left on cloud nine. His dick filled you whole, but it wasn’t enough. Pulling out, he placed one of your legs on your shoulder and shoved himself back in, causing you to scream in delight. You weren’t even aware that it was possible to go so deep.

“Scream my name, baby. I want to hear you scream.” Yoongi practically moaned into your ears.

“Fuck,Yoongi!” You began chanting his name as if it were some ritual, unable to get enough of him, despite being deep in your pussy.

“Don’t clench around me. I don’t want to cum so fast.” Yoongi whined.

“I’m going to come soon, so might as well, baby.” 

Upon hearing your nickname for him, Yoongi sped up. You were so close and you could tell he was too by the look on his face and grip around your waist. If you were to survive, you swore that you would wake up with bruises around your hips. 

“Almost there, baby. Come on!” Yoongi thrusted even harder, the sound of his dick slapping against your ass echoed in the room.

You were sure people could hear the sound of you two having sex, but you didn’t care. If you were going to die, then you wanted to go down in history. Mustering all the strength in your body, you took Yoongi by surprise as you flipped him around and momentarily straddling before you began riding him.  Reaching up to fondle your boobs, you moaned as you roughly grinded your hips against his. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi thrusted once more, causing you to yelp as you arched your back in pure pleasure. 

Yoongi sat up and pounded into you, the sound of your wetness splashing all over his thighs as he relentlessly made love to you. With one last powerful thrust, you simultaneously came. Panting in exhaustion, you moved the hair away from your neck, allowing Yoongi to finish the process.

“Bite me.” 

With his shaft still buried deep inside of you, he connected his forehead with yours and smiled before saying, “Even if you turn out to not be my soulmate, I want to you to know that I love you, despite not knowing you for that long.”

You laughed at his remark before reciprocating his affection, “As romantic as it is, if I had really met you like I had now, I would have prayed to the heavens that you were my soulmate.”

Yoongi leaned in and gave you one last kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on your lips as he pulled away. You closed your eyes shut as he softly pecked your neck, gripping on your waist as your fisted his hair. Then, he sunk his fangs into your delicate flesh, allowing the blood to drip down your naked body. 

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Modern Au. Reader needs some self defense and meets Ivar the trainer.

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, Swearing, ex-boyfriend situation, explicit, slight choking, detailed smut
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First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

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Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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Traiterous Heart (In A Heartbeat fanfic)

So, I’ve watched @inaheartbeat-film and holy shit, it’s so adorable, I pretty much melted into my chair. So, ofc, here’s some fanfic, and ofc it’s fucking long because I cannot, for the life of me, write short things. Enjoy :) part ii will be coming soon as well. 

None of the characters belong to me. Also, I made up background characters for storytelling purpose. 

read here on ao3 

prompt me! my fandom list is on my blog. 

EDIT: 

part 2 here


Sherwin’s mommy wears daddy’s heart on a necklace, and his daddy wears mommy’s heart in the pocket of his shirt every day, and Sherwin thinks this is how it’s supposed to be. 

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Their kindergarten teacher reads them stories about a knight and a princess falling in love, their hearts jumping out of their chests and holding hands after the knight saves his princess from the evil dragon guarding her, and Sherwin listens to their teacher explains that hearts know true love. 

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When he’s in 1st grade, his auntie gets married to her boyfriend, and Sherwin is very happy when he watches her walk down the isle, her heart jumping up and down on her shoulder while her fiancé’s heart waits anxiously next to him. When they embrace at last, Sherwin sniffles and hides his face in his mommy’s skirt. She smiles down at him and pets his hair. “One day, when you’re all grown up, and your heart has picked a nice girl for you, mommy’s gonna cry at your wedding, too.”, she tells him sweetly, and for some reason, Sherwin’s chest feels a little weird. He isn’t sure why, and as soon as he’s got ice cream at the reception, he forgets about it anyway. 

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Reminder

Hi! Hope you’re all well. :)
It’s in the middle of the night and I have just reread my one shot Party Monster . It got me inspired to write this little story which I hope you will like. It isn’t a part2 but a small story about the same characters. x 

Warnings: Not smut but definitely hinting on it more than once.

Listen to the song ‘Reminder’ by The Weeknd whilst reading this. x

With Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hold, the skin of his warm and bare chest pressed to my back and his soft lips nipping and biting the skin at the back of my neck, I felt happy. Every inch of my body was tingling form our earlier activities and my head felt like it was dizzy still.
I nestled my face further into the pillow supporting my neck and sighed when I relaxed further into my boyfriend’s body.
A hum into my ear had the toes of my feet curl and I whimpered when his teeth grazed the base of my neck, very much aware that he would leave a visible trace on me.

“Harry.”

“Hm?” 

I whined and tried to move, discovering that with his vice of a hold that was impossible. 

“Want to turn over,” I complained, sounding like a child, “Want to see you.” 

“But I like you like this,” Harry replied while his feet rubbed against my calfs and he moved to press himself even more against me, “You’re surprisingly comfy.”

His warm breath fanned over my bare back as he spoke, his body lowering further down until his mouth was pressed against and kissing the bottom of my spine, making me giggle and whine in his arms. His loving kisses tickled my sensitive body, bringing it back to reality after what he’d just finished doing with me. The covers around us exposed our bodies the further he moved down and I hurried to cross my arms and cover my chest. Cold air hit our skin, earning a growl from Harry in discomfort. I tried to wiggle around once more but his hands pressed flat to my stomach and stilled me, allowing him to proceed with kissing my naked skin. 
I loved him. I loved him so much it made me half crazy. With his lips on my skin and his lean body practically wrapped around me I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Surprisingly?” I asked, feigning to be offended by his words though of course he could read right through me.

Harry chuckled and I shrieked when he bit my hip. “Well, not that surprisingly I guess. Your body is perfect. ”

Blushing I shook my head and hoped my heart would stop its wild jumps in my chest.

“So cuddly,” Harry continued to compliment before raising up long enough for him to turn me flat on my back, body laying sprawled out beneath his as he hovered over me. “My cute girl. So pretty, too. And warm.” 

His nose nudged my cheek as he groaned and I breathed in shakily, fingers fisting the back of his neck. The skin of my stomach shuddered when his chest grazed it as he allowed himself to lay down, keeping most of his weight off me and only burdening me with enough to let me know that he was here, with me, which was just what I needed after tonight. My eyes searched to lock with his and suddenly my throat felt very dry. The sparkling green orbs changed and Harry frowned when he observed the change in my expression.

“Baby,” he breathed, lips ghosting over my own, “what’s the matter?”

“Are Jamie and Kim going to split up?”

Jamie and Kim were two of Harry’s acquaintances, people he liked to spend time with but did not consider his friends, especially since he knew that I didn’t like either of them at all. Jamie was a funny guy, however one drink too much and he could get quite handsy. He never touched me inappropriately, Harry would have murdered him had he tried, but he liked to wrap his arm around people or rest his hand on the shoulder of the person he was slurring his stories to and that I could not stand. And Kim… well, she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and that could be exhausting after some time.

Harry sighed at my question and let his head fall to rest on my shoulder. His fingers lazily drew patterns over the skin right under my breast and I was reminded of how incredibly comfortable I felt with him. There was nothing awkward about being naked with Harry and that made my heart burst with happiness. 

“Why are you asking me that?” he looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

I shrugged and gently scratched the back of his neck to soothe him. Perhaps mentioning another guy’s name whilst laying in Harry’s bed wasn’t the best idea.
“He cheated on her. In front of all of us… I mean she must be-”

Devastated. But Kim’s heart wasn’t soft enough to get sad. I lowered my gaze to Harry’s chest, only looking at him again when his lips kissed my temple.

I sighed. “Surely she must be furious.”

“Very. Slapped him left and right according to Nick’s texts,” Harry shook his head and pulled me closer into him, “M’glad we left before all the drama started.”

Tonight Harry and I had gone to a club Jamie always liked to talk about, which was surprisingly fun. Harry normally never took me with him when he went out, always insisting that he rather not see me surrounded by drunken and overly confident males, but tonight we had decided to celebrate. So I’d gone out with Harry always hovering around right beside me, one of his hands touching my body at all times to keep me close and looked after. No one even dared to as much as look at me the wrong way, not with the tall man kissing and holding onto my body as if we were tied together by an invisible bond. It had been fun. He sure knew how to dance and it’d been thrilling to make out like teenagers in the middle of a dance floor, not caring at all about the people watching us with envious eyes.
The fun had come to a quick end when Jamie decided to cheat on his girlfriend Kim by kissing a girl and letting her grope him as if they weren’t in public. Any other girl, me included, would have broken down in tears and been upset upon witnessing such thing, but Kim… oh no. She was ruthless when angry and so Harry had pulled me away and he’d hurried to get me home before we’d be pulled into the mess that was sure to follow Jamie’s actions.

Harry frowned upon inspecting my breast from up close, “I don’t remember leaving a hickey here.”

His finger pressed to the red skin of my left breast and I tensed, shifting and winding in his embrace.

“That hurts,” I whined, “it’s sensitive.”

Instantly his hand fell away and instead his lips pressed a soft kiss to the skin. “M’sorry, baby.”

His nose nudged and rubbed against the mark. “Looks good on you though.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

My arms wrapped around his neck and Harry intertwined our legs once more. “Why you want to talk about people’s relationship you don’t even like is beyond me. There are at least two things I would much rather talk about.” 

I batted the hand travelling to my right breast away. “Because I want to hear your opinion.”

“Kim’s a pain,” he said lightly, “Can’t stand her and m’not surprised that Jamie’s got fed up with their relationship.”

“Let me sit up.” 

My voice was tense and this time when I moved Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to escape his embrace. Again I crossed my arms over my breasts to shield them from his view and though Harry was confused by my sudden change in behaviour he didn’t hesitate to pick the shirt he’d worn that day up from the bottom of the bed and hand it to me. Wordlessly I slipped it on, moved away from the middle of the bed and sat by its edge. 

“What did I say?” his voice asked from behind me, “S’wrong now? You don’t like her either, Y/N.” 

“No, but saying that she’s a bitch and deserves to be cheated on isn’t the greatest thing to hear from one’s boyfriend, okay? You’re basically defending what Jamie did.” 

“Hey now.” Harry sat up and I almost pulled away when his hand pressed flat against my back, “Don’t put words into my mouth.” 

“I’m not,” I insisted, saddened by his rough words against a woman who’d just been humiliated, “You said that, Harry.”

Harry sighed and I heard the covers ruffle when he crawled over to where I was sitting. His chest pressed to my back and when his arms wrapped around my body there was nothing in me that wanted to fight him off. I whimpered when his lips pressed to the sensitive skin of my neck and just like always I was at his mercy the moment he started to kiss me there. The feeling of Harry pulling me onto his body and back into bed left my legs as weak as jelly, especially when he went to lay back down with me right on top of him. 

I whined. “Harry, don’t, please. I’m mad at you and rather not be in bed with you right now.”

“I don’t think that what he did is okay,” Harry spoke into my ear, not loosening his hold for once, “M’not defending him cheating on her.”

“Let go.”

“Stop it, Y/N, you aren’t angry with me. You’re worried. And I don’t have a clue why so please just tell me what your pretty head is burdening you with so we can go to sleep.”

Harry was right, of course and I was glad he held me to him, but there was no way of telling him what was going on without making him angry.

“What’s the matter?” 

“I think Jamie is the asshole. Not Kim.”

“Both of them are,” Harry agreed into my neck, “S’hard to like her company and he… is an impossible guy. Wouldn’t want to date either of them, that’s for sure. Which is why I got myself a very lovely girlfriend of my own and now why do we have to talk about this when I would so much rather have you sleep happily by my side?”

A deep sigh fell from my mouth and I could feel Harry relax under me when my hands intertwined with his, giving him a clear sign that I was no longer mad at him.

“Do you think cheating is okay?” 

He groaned. “No, Y/N, I don’t.” 

“Stop acting as if I’m annoying you by questioning what you just said. You’re the one who’s first reaction to Jamie cheating on Kim is telling me that she’s awful anyway.”

My body was pushed off his chest and this time when my eyes found Harry’s I saw no confusion in his gaze. Instead both of his palms settled on my hips and my cheek was kissed by his mouth noisily. 

“Y/N, my love,” Harry spoke, voice sweet and gentle. One of his hands caressed my cheek and when I closed my eyes I could feel the familiarity of his lips ghosting over my closed lids, “I would never cheat on you.”

The promise was made without any kind of hesitation in his tone, like he hadn’t even for a moment considered to say anything else. 

“I never needed anyone the way I do you and by this point I can’t even as much as think about being with another girl.”

“But-”

“No,” Harry shook his head.

His hand grasped by chin to hold my head in place and when he kissed me I couldn’t do anything but let him distract me from my worries long enough to make any doubt go away. It didn’t take long. The pressure of his mouth was just the reassurance I needed, his familiar hands caressing my face, hair and neck and the groan falling from his throat when my own fingers fisted his hair and scratched his back let me know that just like I couldn’t want anyone else, Harry didn’t want anyone but me either. 
When he granted my aching lips a break I found myself smiling and breathing him in.

“Would you forgive me if I cheated on you?” 

Harry’s question came out neutral and with eyes full of love I didn’t feel the dread of worry I’d felt only a moment ago.

“No,” I murmured truthfully, “I wouldn’t.” 

His hand found mine and he raised it to his lips. “Good. It’s never going to become a situation where you have to make such a choice, that I promise you. But I am glad you know that no man should ever do to you what Jamie did to Kim.”

I leaned in and kissed his jaw. “I love you Harry.” 

Harry chuckled and I cried out when his teeth bit my ear right after he whispered how beautiful I looked to him in this moment. I pressed my open palms against his chest, caressing his soft skin and making him disconnect his teeth from my ear with a low growl. Leaning in I nudged my nose with his jaw, pressed a kiss to his chin and embraced his neck tightly. He held me close enough for me to feel his heartbeat under his skin and with his leg intertwined with mine I was unable to escape, not that I could have ever wanted to anyway.

“I love you a lot, Y/N.”

The way he spoke the words made them sound like a promise and I was calmer than ever before. Harry was good to me, looked after me and with him I was safe. Never before had I felt this good in my life. 

“You really wouldn’t ever let me down, would you?” 

He shook his head and I kissed him, giving him all the promises there were to make. 

I hope you like this! I have an idea and I hope you will be as excited about this as I am: One of my current fav artists is The Weeknd and I would really like to write several one shots that are related to each other by being inspired by his songs. Much like this one as well as ‘Party Monster’ they wouldn’t be about the things he’s singing about, but influenced by the mood he sets with his melodies.

Masterlist

Not funny!

I’m not sure how this is going to go, so wish me luck!
(F/N/1) - Friends name 1.
(F/N/2) - Friends name 2.
(C/N) - Crushes name.
(Y/N) - Your name.


Ear piercing screams sound through the larger speakers accommodating the large flat screen hung against the wall. Warmth from the large, fluffy white blanket encases me. The edge of the blanket pulled up to rest gently underneath my eyes, blocking the horrific scenes emitting from the tv.

Who the hell chooses to watch a horror movie at two in the morning? My idiot friends and I. 

I was sat at the very edge of the couch, hands clutching the blanket with a death grip. Another scream echoes throughout the house, the noise making me jump slightly. I hear a deep chuckle to the right of me.

(C/N).

I turn to look at him, groaning when I notice him with a large smile placed upon his face. His pearly white teeth are on display, his eyes slightly crinkled in the corners due to his wide smile. His hair nothing but a tangled mess atop his head. 

He leans towards me, his lips mere centimetres from my ear. “Is someone a bit of a scaredy cat?” His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with amusement. Shaking my head slightly, my eyes trained on the tv. Another chuckle escapes (C/N), before he goes back to his original position. 

TAP. TAP. TAP. Three quick moments against my shoulder causes a loud scream to erupt from me, my body jumping straight off the couch. A chorus of loud laughs surround me, (F/N/1), (F/N/2) and (C/N), all toppled over, holding their stomachs.

“That’s not funny,” I whine, hiding my face behind both my hands. After a few moments more of laughter, strong arms wrap around my waist. A rough but gentle hand tugs my hands away from my face, my eyes land instantly on (C/N)s. His arms pull you tightly into his chest, the familiar smell of his cologne engulfs me. 

A soft pair of lips are placed against my forehead. My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. I begin to worry that maybe, just maybe he can hear my heartbeat. 

He cranes his head down to hover just next to my ear. “I’m sorry for scaring you, but, I must say, you look adorable when you are scared,” the smile is evident in his voice. That same pair of plump, pink lips gently leave a feather light kiss to the nape of my neck.

(C/N)s arms pull me with him back towards the couch. He sits down in his spot, shifting around to get comfortable. Unexpectedly, he pulls me in between his legs. His arms encircle around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “I’ve got you, (Y/N), I’ll protect you from all the monsters.”

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

Being in love with an older man was one thing. But that man being your father’s best friend? That was actually hell. Why? Well, other than how wrong it was on every possible level, you just couldn’t even hint a thing to your father about it because his said best friend spent more time in your house than was appropriate and just didn’t make things any easier for you.

“Princess?” you heard a rough voice and you blinked, looking up to meet his blue eyes.

“Wh-what? Yes dad?” you frowned, fidgeting with your hands.

“Are you alright? I asked you if you wanted something to eat but you didn’t seem to even realize I was here.” he tilted his head to the side, pushing the door of your room open wider and getting in.

“Yes, dad. Yes I am alright.” you whispered, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Honey-bee” he sighed and a small smile formed on your lips at the stupid nickname he used on you ever since you were a little girl. He knelt in front of you and took hold of your hand “Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“No, I- I- There- Why are you asking dad?” you frowned, shifting in your seat.

“I just-” he pursed his lips for a moment “I am not trying to pry, I don’t want to. But I am your father and you- you are the most important and precious thing I have in this world, so when I see you like this I can’t help but feel worried about you. I don’t have to force you to tell me if you don’t want to but- but I need to know you are alright, princess. That’s the least I want.”

“Dad” you sighed, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears. You hated lying to him, always did. Growing up without a mother, not even a photo of her, ment you were exceptionally close to him. You always told him everything from first crush when you were in kidnergarten and first boyfriend again around that time. Childern’s loves, yes, but still you never kept a secret from him, not to mention lie about the truth. So now guilt was eating you out on the inside because not only could you not tell him about your relationship with Dean but also lie to him all the time about where you’d go or with whom you’d be. You wanted to say something but what could you even utter in this case?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, really.” he hurried to say, shaking his head “I just need to know if- if you are really fine, if… you’re happy. That’s all that’s always mattered to me.”

“I know, dad. I really know that. You’ve made so many sacrifices for me all over the years I will never doubt how much you love me. I- I love you too, daddy.” you felt tears well up in your eyes “It’s just- this is no something I can talk so easily about. You- What you’ll think of me, what others will think- I can’t take that.”

“(Y/n)” he cupped your face “I am your father and I love you. No matter what this is, nothing can change how I think or feel for you.” he emphasized “I am only worried. You- you are always in a world of your own and I don’t mean in the good way. You get carried away easily by your thoughts and sometimes it feels like you hardly hear what I or anybody else says. And I know that it’s probably about college, a new life and everything but sometimes I- I think that you are just keeping it all to yourself about something that’s bigger. Something that-” he paused in thought, looking down for a moment.

“Is not right.” you whispered, completing his sentence. It obviously caught his attention and with a frown he looked up at you again.

“What?” he asked in a rough voice and you bit your lower lip, contemplating whether you wanted to go on with this or not. But you just needed to let at least some of it out, just a little bit.

“Something that is not right. I am doing something I shouldn’t and- and is actually forbidden.” you said, your eyes still not meeting his.

“Not right? I- I don’t understand. (Y/n) what could you possibly do that is so forbidden it has you crying sometimes at night?” he asked and your eyes widened for a moment.

“You’ve heard me?” you whispered and he let a small sigh, obviously he didn’t want to say it.

“We live in the same house, princess. It was bound to happen at some point with my lack of need for sleep.” he shrugged and you couldn’t help a giggle at how simple it sounded for him and you actually.

“You’re so weird dad, figures I’m your daughter.” you shrugged and he gave you a small smile.

“But you didn’t tell me: what is so important and so forbidden?” he asked and for a moment you had almost forgotten it, you almost thought you didn’t have to talk about it. But now your heart only dropped.

You closed your eyes, head bowed as you took in a shaky breath and dared yourself to whisper the small word “Love”

“Love?” his eyebrows shot up and you bit your lower lip, nodding your head “But… love is not forbidden.” he said with a shake of his head.

“Some kinds of love are, dad.” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to fight the tears.

“Honey, no.” he insisted with a shake of his head “Love can never be forbidden, not if it pure and true.”

“You hang out too much with uncle Gabriel.” you shook your head letting out a humorless laugh “Dad, you can’t understand. Some kinds of love are just… wrong. They shouldn’t happen but they do because we- we all have this dark side in us.”

“You know I agree on that but not on what you insist, (Y/n).” he shrugged “If someone… if you are so in love with this person-” he smiled softly “-then there’s nothing wrong with that. As long as you truly love him… Do you, (Y/n)? Are you in love with someone, honey?”

“I- I’- I am- No- I mean- I- Yes, dad. Yes I am and- it hurts like hell.” you choked on a sob and he didn’t wait a second to gather you in his arms and hold you tightly as you clenched your teeth to fight back the tears.

“Honeybee, that’s something wonderful. Why- why would you ever say this? If you’re in love with a boy- or girl, I don’t care about that, then you should be happy. What could possibly be so bad that-”

“Dad” you cut him off “His age, there’s… there’s a difference from mine.”

A frown set on his face and he blinked, looking down at you “Difference? What do you mean?”

“He’s- He’s older, dad. Like really older than me.” your voice shook as you said the words and as much as you hated it, as much as you knew your father wouldn’t like to react this way himself, stiffened at what you’d just said.

“It’s-” he stuggled, taking in a deep breath and relaxing “It’s ok, princess. We’ll figure this out, together. I’m always here for you, always. Don’t worry about that.” he gave you a squeeze and although you knew he would need time to accept that you knew that there was no way he would accept said man to be Dean. He struggled with this – your father that was always open-minded – you didn’t have to imagine to know he wouldn’t have it being his best friend.

Oh you were certainly not going into detail.

~*~

“Uh and a beer along with that- oh and don’t forget the pie! Yes, I’ll uh take apple.” he said with a a wide almost childlike grin that just had you entranced for a moment.

“Alright.” she mumbled, taking the menu – if you could call it that considering the state it was in – and writing down hisorder. Dean turned to you and grinned more at your expression, winking with a smirk when he realized you were staring – you would defend yourself saying it was mere gazing – and you blinked several times, clearing your throat and looking down for a moment. You heard him chuckle and you gave him a small glare.

But you couldn’t help a smile anyway. He loved teasing you about all of this, it was his thing, but you knew that he was always really sweet about it as well. He’d take you out any chance he got, doing all the cheesy couple-y stuff he claimed to hate just because he knew you liked them. Maybe you had to lie to your father once more about your whereabouts and maybe the drive was sometimes long but: 1) you loved just getting in the Impala with Dean for hours and 2)you didn’t have to pretend here or look around all the time in case someone you knew would take notice and tell your father.

Not that there weren’t drawbacks, though.

“And what about your daughter?” she asked, politely and at least not flirting with Dean, but your smile completely vanished and you felt your heart tighten inside your chest. You looked at Dean to see his smile vanish and a serious expression take over.

He clenched his jaw “She’s not my daughter.” he said in a rough voice and you only chewed on your lower lip.

“Oh I’m sorry I assumed that-” she blinking, stuttering.

“Well, she’s not!” Dean’s voice rose and you jumped in your seat. He let out a frustrated sigh, clearing his throat.

“She’s my girlfriend, not that it matters to you. And she’ll have the same, she’s legal alright? Thank you.” he said – or more like growled – and the only thing you did was give her a tight smile before she nodded her head and took your menu and left. Silence fell between the two of you for a few seconds, only Dean’s heavy breathing being the thing to break it and in the end you let a heavy sigh yourself, deciding to speak.

“Do I look that young?” you whispered and his eyes met yours.

“Don’t pay attention to that.” he said, taking hold of your hand and squeezing it.

“Shouldn’t I?” you frowned and you could see him struggling with it as well “I mean we- we practically run away every time we want to go out on a date to avoid some people and even that is not enough. If it isn’t you being my father’s best friend, it is the age gap. No matter what we can never really run away from our problems.” you fell back in your seat, reluctantly taking your hands away from his grasp.

“Don’t do this to me now, (Y/n).” he pursed his lips “I don’t care about it, alright? I’ve made it clear to you so many times but I need to say it again: Just because I look like I could be your father and I actually am friends with him doesn’t mean I actually am! So no, I am not supposed to feel the least bit fo guilt for feeling this way for you! Lying to Cas and Sam? Sure. Hell yeah! I am, you have no idea how much. But this-” he motioned between the two of you “Not in a million years.”

“I’m just- I’m tired of people judging me… judging us, Dean.” you whispered “I’m tired of having to defend what I feel for you even if it really is the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m tired of having to pretend at times that you are just a friend- family even, when my dad or someone else is present when really all I want to do is- is grab you and kiss you and tell everybody how much I- I love you. I hate having to hide how I feel about you.” you glanced out of the window “And I hate having to put up with everybody telling me, even with their looks, that this love is wrong. Did you-” you looked back at him “Did you see the look that woman gave me at the bar last night? And now the waitress…” you trailed off, biting your lip.

“Hey, she was just jealous I ignored her. I can’t help if I have eyes only for you! Sue me but I am smitten!” he shrugged, giving you a small smirk that just looked so innocent it made a giggle leave your lips “Besides-” he let a small sigh and you let him take hold of your hand again “They can judge all they want, I’ve dealt with that pretty much all my life and never gave a single fuck. And now, for this- for us, I’m not going to give up so easily. If I have to fight for it I will… even your father.”

“Yeah, you’ve shared your fair amount of punches in the past anyway.” you mumbled, smirking softly but you didn’t feel the smile at all when repeating his words in your head. You wished so bad this fight didn’t have to come.

“Plus-” he gave you a fuller smile “You know I’d risk everything for you.”

“Trust me, that-” you smiled softly, squeezing his hand “I have come to know very well.”

He chuckled, a mischievous smile forming on his lips “Come on, I told you that was an accident!” he exclaimed and you managed to relax in your seat.

“Yeah, I bet.” you chuckled, looking down at your hands as you locked fingers with his and the memories started rushing back.

-Flashback-

You were with your dad in a trip, it was mostly for business but you found it as the perfect opportunity to run away from your problems and relax a little bit. If only you knew you’d run into that very beautiful problem you wanted – or maybe not – to run away from. Dean was in town with his brother, taking some time to themselves and by some miracle they were in the exact same motel as you.

So as expected, one thing led to another and just because you could never say no to the man and those lips of his you were a mess in his bed in just half an hour after running into him at the bar you’d went, luckily, without your father. You managed to get out his brother’s sight, who again luckily didn’t notice you were there, and made it back to his motel.

“D-Dean” you moaned as his hands frantically moved on your body, trying to get rid of as many pieces of clothing as he could and as fast as possible. They left a hot trail behind them and of course you a panting mess. You fisted his hair in your hands, tugging at them and eliciting a growl from him and of course a bite in the neck.

“No- no marks, pl-please.” you closed your eyes and threw your head back despite everything to give him more access.

“Too late.” he mumbled, his lips and tongue moving across your neck, down to your collarbone and just the upper half of your chest. You heard him let out frustrated sigh before grabbing your shirt and lifting it over your shoulders to take it off.

“Damn” you heard him say in a husky voice as he pulled slightly away and looked down at you. You bit your lip when you saw him lick his own and shifted in your place which was a bad decision seeing as you didn’t help in the situation that he actually had going in his pants.

“Careful” he growled, tightening his grip on your bare hips; yes your pants were the first thing he removed once you got in so now you were only in your underwear while he had his jeans on. Luckily shirtless.

“Sorry” you looked down and then up, biting your lip to keep the smile off your lips but you found it nearly impossible.

“Oh you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled, lowering himself slowly “You fucking tease. I’m gonna make you pay for that.” his eyes darkened and you took in a shaky breath.

“D” it was really the only think you could breath out before the air left your lungs when you felt his hand on your chest.

“Lace hm?” he asked in a low voice, looking down at you and letting out a small growl “Naughty girl.”

“I- I thought you’d like it…?” you asked with a small smirk and he grinned up at you, his eyes filled with lust but above all love. There was always love in them, and you could see it.

“Oh trust me, baby. I do.” he leaned down, and slowly started kissing between them, it was all a little too sweet you shivered at the thought of what could possibly come next. You knew Dean all too well, you could read him like a book and sweet was not what he was going for tonight. You had not seen each other in over two weeks, he could barely keep his hands to himself when you were at the bar not to mention now.

“It was fucking amazing.” he growled and you frowned at him.

“W-was?” you stuttered and he pulled slightly away to give you a grin before he did the very thing you expected him to but hoped he wouldn’t. He tore it apart with just one simple move.

“Now, much better.” he said before diving down to capture your lips with his, kissing hungrily as if his life depended on it. His teeth grazed over your lips as he kissed you almost a little sloppily, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance but you already knew he would end up winning. Your hands went to his back and dug into his skin, you knew he’d have some pretty nice marks tomorrow but you had to get him back for it.

Your bare chest pressed on his, your legs wrapped around his waist and as he rubbed himself on you you almost didn’t realize it when you heard the door creak open but you sure as hell heard the loud “Holy shit!” and a some things falling.

You and Dean pulled away as if you were on fire and you grabbed the bed sheets to cover yourself up, Dean blocking you from his brother’s sight. Although you didn’t know if there was any point in it anymore. Your heart was hammering in yourchest and only when you heard the door slam shut did you peak from behind Dean to see Sam was not in the room. You fell back on the bed, panting as you stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. Dean let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry about that, baby.” he whispered and you bit your lip.

You closed your eyes and placed a hand over them “Just- please make sure he didn’t see it was me at least. Please.” you whispered, pursing your lips.

“A-alright, yeah.” he cleared his throat, leaning down to press a small tender kiss on the side of your head before getting up from bed. You only heard him get up from bed and make his way to the door. You turned your back to it, eyes still closed as your heart hammered in your chest.

“What the hell, Dean?!” was the only thing you heard Sam say before their voices became muffled. You didn’t expect him to get back so soon, Dean sai he was probably going to sleep at the waitress’s place since she had been hitting on him all night but that didn’t seem the case.

-End of Flashback-

“I swear I almost forgot how to breath until you told me he didn’t see who I was.” you mumbled, playing with his fingers.

“We were lucky.” he shrugged and you gave him a pointed look.

“Very. But we don’t know for how long this said luck will keep going Dean, and we can’t keep risking it.”

“Well, your father has not suspected a thing yet. Has he?” he asked almost rhetorically but you didn’t answer because you knew the answer would scare him just as much as it did with you. He didn’t know a thing, no but suspect?

How could he not, when he saw you return in the middle of the night in your motel room, covered in love bites and hickeys that time?

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A concept: Magnus loves to talk , and Alec loves listening to Magnus.Sometimes when they lie in bed together at night , Magnus tells the most fantastic stories about his life , and Alec just takes it all in , happy to learn more about his boyfriend.When they are apart , they always call each other , they don't even need to make great conversations , just listening to the sound of the others voice is enough. (Whenever I see a new piece of your writing on my dash , my heart jumps a little ❤)

a canon concept (and you’re very sweet)

alec loves listening to magnus. magnus has been through so many incredible things over the course of his long and illustrious life, and alec soaks up every anecdote no matter how small.

some nights they’re spread out on the couch, their fingers laced, alec’s cheek on magnus’s bare chest and magnus will bring something so small up. “did i ever tell you about the time i rode one of the first steam trains?” with one of those dazzling smiles on his lips and alec couldn’t help but smile too, eating every single bit of the story up eagerly, his fingers dragging over magnus’s stomach in slow circles.

magnus tells alec about all of the countries he’s visited with their beautiful sprawling cities and their gorgeous wildlife. he tells him all about wonderful people who added vibrance to his life, downworlders from all over the globe. and he tells him about the events he crashed, the paintings he saw in the making that are now considered priceless pieces of art, the historical events he was witness to, and the famous people he met.

sometimes alec can tell he’s stretching the truth or dancing around it, possibly even just straight up joking, but other times he’ll talk about the world at a certain period of time with this look in his eyes. it’s like he’s transported back for a moment, explaining how everything felt and looked and smelled with such specificity, these rich details that set alec’s heart alight in his chest.

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Electric Souls

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Peter Parker and (y/n) have been best friends since, well forever. And it’s no secret that (y/n) has been harboring the stupidest crush on him. And besides, he never really noticed her. Not like she wanted him to. Because he only seemed to have eyes for Liz Allen. 

A/N: I’ve been imaging this for a while so I hope to make it a series. Enjoy! Also, if there’s any flashbacks they’ll be in italics. And this will be in first person POV but will occasionally switch to third person

Warnings: light swearing, probably some angst, mentions of bullying, really long

    Chocolate eyes. Adorable curly hair. Faint freckles. The absolute cutest smile. Yep, that was Peter Parker. He was my best friend. And sadly, I’m sure that’s all he’d ever be to me. Honestly, I really needed to get over him. I just need to value the friendship we have, not ruin it because I have these dumb ass feelings. That’s what Michelle told me anyways. I should probably listen to her more often, she gives good advice. 

   “(Y/N)!” I turned my attention to Ned, who was running down the hall to me. He stopped for a moment once he reached me, catching his breath. “I got a new lego set! Doctor Who. 21,304 pieces.” I watched as he spoke excitedly, finding his smile contagious. 

    “Ned, I love Doctor Who, but you know I’m the absolute worst  at building these things.” He nodded with a sigh. 

   “I know, last time you got so frustrated you let yourself collapse onto the deathstar.” I scrunched my nose at the memory. Him and Peter had thought it was hilarious except for the fact that the deathstar we had spent hours putting together was now destroyed in a heap beneath me. I, on the other hand thought it was just painful. 

    “Oh no, her nose is scrunched. What are we talking about?” Peter seemed to have come up from nowhere. I jumped, my heart practically doing a somersault. “Aw,” he laughed, “Did I scare you?” I put my hand over my chest. 

    “Jesus Parker, I swear you come out of nowhere.” He just laughed, his face scrunching up in that adorable way that it always does. Then he turned back to Ned.

    “So what are we talking about?” 

    “The time (y/n) collapsed onto the deathstar,” I dragged a hand over my face as Ned excitedly went over the memory with Peter. Peter started laughing so much he almost snorted. I noted the looks our classmates gave us as they passed us down the hall. It’s not that it bothered me, at this point I was quite used to it. Our small friend group had never been popular, much less fit in. Most of the time I considered us the outcasts of Midtown. It only made sense with all the remarks and looks we received from everyone else in the school.

    “Pete it wasn’t that funny,” I rolled my eyes at his incessant giggling but couldn’t help but laugh myself. He gave me another bright-eyed smile. 

   “Oh it was that funny.” Ned gave a nod to support his statement. I rolled my eyes at the both of them before lightly punching each of their shoulders. 

    “I hate you guys.” Peter opened his mouth to reply, but the chime of the bell cut him off. I grabbed the books I needed from my locker and left waving and giving the boys a beautiful view of my middle finger. 

   The rest of the day wasn’t so bad. All I had to do was avoid people like Flash and Liz. It wasn’t that Liz was rude or anything like that. She was actually really nice. It was just that, well, she was all Peter ever seemed to talk or think about. And as selfish as this is, I just can’t bear to be around the girl who Peter dreams about loving. 

    “Earth to (y/n),” I shifted my gaze up to Michelle, who pulled me out of my reverie. She squinted her eyes at me, lowering her book. 

    “Sorry I-”

    “Was thinking about Peter again?” I froze as she finished my sentence. She raised her eyebrows at me. 

    “I- I was not-” She gave me another look and I sighed. “Alright. I was.” I let my head fall down onto the math book that I was supposed to be reading. Michelle sighed herself. She was probably disappointed in me. She probably saw me as a project. Something to work on and fix. Her goal was to get me completely over Peter. And I understood why too. 

    “Alright listen here. You’re going to focus now. No stupid boys. Just Math. Okay?” I gave her a nod, she was right after all. I really needed to focus on the important things. Like my schoolwork. And not like Peter Parker. 

    Peter blew a puff of air out as he looked up at the clock. Just fifteen minutes left. He tapped his pencil before lazily continuing to scribble notes of what his teacher was blabbing on about. He desperately wanted to get out of class. He couldn’t wait to talk to (y/n). She was always there to listen to him about anything. She was amazing really. Constantly there for him no matter what. She even listened to him go on and on about Liz. But he couldn’t help notice than whenever he did, her usual bright eyes seemed to sink into a sadder darker shade. But why would she be sad about it? Was she jealous of Liz? No, that’d make no sense. He let out another sigh, letting his gaze shift back to the clock. Five minutes left. 

    There was only five minutes left now before we were free to go home. And then once we got home we’d have another 3 hours worth of schoolwork to do. Fun. After those final painful minutes of note taking, the bell rang. I couldn’t have packed up my bag fast enough. 

     “Woah there (y/n) slow down,” I slowed my pace so Michelle could catch up with me. I shook my head and let out a breath that I didn’t know I had been holding. 

    “Sorry I just- I just needed to get out of there. I’ve had enough time in this prison for today.” Michelle raised her eyebrows into a surprised expression. 

    “I thought you loved school.” She was right, yet again. While most people complained, I never really minded school or having to sit in class to learn stuff. If there was anything that bothered me, it’d have to be the homework. Because when you have hours of work to do after school, there’s hardly any time to actually live

    “You’re right, It’s just been a long day I guess. I just need to-”

    “(y/n)!” Michelle and I turned at the sudden voice that interrupted my sentence. We were met by the sight of Peter running toward us frantically. Once he reached us he took one deep breath before speaking again. “Hey um I wanted to talk to (y/n) about some stuff.” He scratched the back of his neck with a nervous look. Michelle looked at Peter for a second, only making him fidget more. 

    “Yeah, alright.” She gave me a small pat on the shoulder before walking off in the other direction. Peter gave me a nervous smile. 

    “Sorry about her,” I shrugged and Peter just laughed. “So, what did you want to talk to me about, Pete?” 

    “Oh yeah, so I um…. Iaskedlizouttohomecomingandshesaidyes,” I blinked, trying to figure out what in the hell Peter had just said.

    “Alright, so let’s try saying that one more time. But this time, let’s try and say it so I can actually comprehend it.” He let out another nervous laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, leaning my head on his arm. 

   “So,” he took a deep breath, “I asked Liz out to homecoming and she said yes.” I froze then, unable to make my feet take any more steps. I could practically feel my heart tear again. It seemed like a new tear appeared each time he spoke of his affection for this girl to me. I lifted my head from his shoulder. He looked at me, awaiting any kind of response. I couldn’t help but notice how he bit his lip in anticipation, it only made the pit I was feeling inside me bigger and darker. 

    “That’s… great Peter. That’s really great. I’m happy for you.” I tried to pull my lips up into a smile for him. “Now I, I should get home.Goodbye Peter.”    

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    Peter watched as she left. He couldn’t help but feel a sort of emptiness where she had her head resting on his shoulder. The sad smile that she had given him was replaying in his mind. Why was she so suddenly sad and broken looking? And why did she have such an unbelievably strong effect on him?  

    “What did you tell her?” He jumped at the sudden sound of Michelle’s voice. She was standing next to him. Now he understood what (y/n) meant whenever she jumped at his presence. 

    “What?”

    “What did you say to her? Se looked upset.” Michelle looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. 

    “I told her I’m taking Liz to homecoming. That’s all.” Michelle gave him a sad look before resting a hand on his shoulder. 

    “Poor Peter. You never see what’s right in front of you do you?” And with that, she walked off. He thought about that statement for a long time. He never saw what’s right in front of him? What did that have to do with anything? It probably didn’t occur to him until he was sitting on top of a rooftop, just finishing his run for the day as Queens’ one and only Spider-man. 

    “Hey Happy, It’s Peter,” He spoke into the phone, his legs dangling over the roof, “I stopped a robbery today. I also stopped a guy from getting mugged. And I- I realized I’ve been in love with the wrong girl this whole time..”


A/N: Well it’s not fantastic but I hope you guys like it. If it’s popular enough maybe I’ll write more :) Also, check out my Wattpad : @ sociopathhh 

Wet dreams and Nightmares || Dan Howell

A/N: I did not forget about this request. I really liked the idea and finally got to write it after I finished my series. Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you like this. Part TWO

Word Count: 1.3K

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There was a soft knock on the door. It was meant for only me to hear.  

“Come in.” I said. My voice was still rough since the knocking had just woken me from my sleep.

The door opened and there she stood in only an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh. There was light coming from the hallway but as soon as she entered my room the darkness swallowed her. It took a moment for me to realise that this was real and not just a dream.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she shyly asked, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

I swallowed hard before I nodded. Seconds later she lied down on the bed next to me and I felt her cold feet touch my warm ones. I let her have half of my blanket.

“Bad dream again?” I asked as she wrapped her arm around my upper body.

It was not the first time that something like this has happened. She’d been having bad dreams a lot recently and whenever she had another nightmare she’d knock on my door and ask if she could stay in my bed. It was nothing weird for us to do. I have been sharing an apartment with her and Phil for almost a year now. We were best friends and sleep overs are not unusual for best friends. That’s at least what I have been telling myself all the time. But in reality I was weirdly used to sharing a bed with her and waking up next to Y/N now.  It was almost strange when she wasn’t there in the morning.

“Yes, that tall giant just won’t stop chasing me.” She groaned and hugged me a little bit tighter as she probably replayed her nightmare in her head again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your bed, Dan.” She whispered. I felt her warm breath fan my naked shoulder and suddenly I realised that it was a bad idea to not wear a t-shirt and just sleep in my boxers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s no problem.” I assured her and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the goose bumps her warm breath had caused on my naked skin.

It was true, I didn’t mind her staying over at all, but lately I started having dreams too. They weren’t nightmares but nevertheless I’d wake up sweating anyway. Those dreams made it very difficult for me to differentiate between reality and my dreams especially when she was lying in the bed next to me.  

“Goodnight, Dan.” she yawned as her eyes were falling close.

“Goodnight.” I mumbled and hugged her back before closing my eyes. Yes, we cuddled. I was always the big spoon. That was a perfectly normal thing that all friends would do. There was nothing unusual about best friends that cuddled nearly every night. That’s what I have been telling myself at least, but her body warmth and the smell of her hair was weirdly familiar to me and somehow I would always sleep better when I was sharing a bed with her.

It didn’t take long until she was sound asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. After taking a quick glance at her peaceful face I entered the land of dreams only to wake up again at 4am. I only realised that so much time had passed because the room wasn’t pitch black anymore. I didn’t know why I suddenly woke up from my dream, maybe Y/N had hit me with her elbow in her sleep. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I discovered that she was actually awake and staring at me. The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Nothing.” She was quick to answer as a blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Are you sure because your face is telling me otherwise.” I responded, knowing that she was not telling the truth. I knew her well enough to know when she was lying.

“Did you have another bad dream?” I asked carefully, worried about her.

She slowly shook her head. “It wasn’t my dream…” she mumbled emphasizing the ‘my’.

My eyes widened in shook. “Wait a second. I- uhm I.“ I stuttered the images of the dream I just had floating back into my mind.

It was the kind of dream I’ve been talking about earlier. While Y/N suffered from nightmares I was having wet dreams. During the day I tried to convince myself that we were just friends, but during the night my mind wasn’t in denial anymore. My ears became red from embarrassment.

“You talked in your sleep.” Y/N told me, hiding her face behind her hair.

‘Please let this be a dream.’ I pleaded but after I blinked a few times the scenery in front of me hadn’t changed.

There was a lot of moaning happening in my dream and I wondered if I maybe even moaned her name. I was too embarrassed to ask her, but the look on her face gave away the answer to my unasked question anyway.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again. I just- I don’t even know.” I waffled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s no big deal, Dan. One can’t control one’s dreams, right? Let’s just go back to sleep and forget about it.” Y/n suggested.

I quickly agreed, flipped my pillow to the cool side and closed my eyes again. It was obviously an impossibility that I would be able to fall asleep again after moaning my best friend’s name in my sleep while she was in the bed next to me. It was even worse that this was not the first time that I had dreamed of her sexually. Let’s forget about it. I wish I could forget about it. I wish I could look at her the same way I look at all of my other friends. I wish I could say that cuddling with her didn’t mean anything to me. I wish I could stop remembering every detail about her and getting excited whenever I spend time with her. I wish I could stop wishing for her to come over in the middle of the night just because I didn’t want to sleep without her anymore. I just couldn’t.

“Y/N?” I carefully asked to check of she was still awake.

“Yes, Dan.” She immediately answered to my surprise. It almost looked like she couldn’t sleep anymore either.

“Do we have to forget about it?” I asked her and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest.

She turned around so she could face me and lifted her body up on her elbow.

“Dan, what do you mean?” she wanted to know, confused by my words that were not making any sense to her.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

My question was followed by a long pause. Maybe the silence wasn’t actually that long, but it sure seemed like an eternity to me.

“Wait. Dan..” she seemed almost speechless.

I was about to hold a speech about how I know that my confession was a bit sudden and that I have been catching myself thinking about her all the time, but she was the first to say something again.

“Are you serious?” she wanted to know and looked at me intensively.

“One hundred percent.” I assured her, wondering where this was going.

“Then I might have a confession to make also.” She bit her bottom lip nervously before she continued.

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

Bilogy-(Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and (Y/N)

Word Count: 817

Warnings: none

Pairing: none

Summary: (Y/N) is new to Beacon Hills High School, and immediately becomes smitten with the one and only, Isaac Lahey.

(A/N) Legit just a little drabble I put together, I’m currently doped up on painkillers so this is the best I can do rn :(


“I’m telling you, they’re about as harmless as a flock of ducks.” Stiles rolls his eyes in my direction and proceeds to park his jeep next to an expensive looking car. How could high schooler even afford that kind of car?

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Secrecy

Originally posted by shawnzayn

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,136

A/N: @mrsnickclark requested a secret relationship vanilla inspired by Shawn’s (not so recent anymore) tweet about falling in love and that whole debacle. I hope this is okay, love xx

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There are many reasons why Shawn and I are keeping our relationship completely hidden from the rest of the world. One of them being that his management team don’t think it’s a good time to start any drama in his fanbase because it’s in the middle of his Illuminate World Tour promotions. That leads to another reason, which I am most fearful for, which is the response from both Shawn’s fans and the rest of the media that we will surely receive - I don’t know if I can handle that yet. The last reason being that Shawn keeps saying that he doesn’t want me to get hurt but if I’m being honest, it almost hurts more having to hide it. I’d want to yell it from the top of a mountain, that I belong to Shawn and he belongs to me. I hate having to meet him places or having to go somewhere far enough away from any possible crowds. I want to act normal with him in public. I know it’s not that easy, I just wish it was.

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