oh my god how i burst out laughing

“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

❝ How are babies made? ❞

Plot: Jimin dating a young kinder garden teacher who is pregnant with his kid. At school Y/N is called out for second and while she’s gone he teaches the kids how babies are made. But once he’s home he has a private lesson on how babies are made. 

Pairing: JiminxReader 

Words count: 1,3k+

Genre: Fluff, Slightly smut. 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Y/N, can you step outside for a moment?”  

Your coworker’s voice reached you from the door so smiling you nodded slowly, going to the door.  

But a hand is squeezed, gently, around your wrist and you was forced to turn around. The frightened look on your boyfriend provoked you an amused smirk and shot him a little kiss onto his cheek.  

“Good luck Jimin” You hummed to him into his ear, freeing up your wrist and leaving him alone.  

With a class of 25 children of six years.  

*Jimin’s pov*  

The looks of all children were fixated on you and your embarrassment was growing by the minute. What could you do? You had completely no idea but it was when one of them, with a strange look, raised his hand that you realized that had reached the end of you.  


“I’M YOUNG FOR THAT TERM! Call me … Jimin-ah, okay? ”  


“Tell me kiddo”. Your fear grew and you couldn’t escape because Y/N was not there to save you.  

“Do you know how to make a baby?” He asked innocently, as you chocked with your own saliva.  

All the children applauded that question and you asked to yourself how did your girlfriend to survive that hell.  

“Ehm…. ” you began to say but the awkwardness won over you, provoking you a glut of giggles.  

“HYUNG!!” Exclaimed one child, making you back to reality.  

“Right.. Then… In practice… It happens when two people love each other. ”  

“Then I and YooJee will have any kids? Because I love her so much. ”  A long haired child asked almost frightened, set upon unprepared.  

You were speechless, while the kids began to scream in fear. That wasn’t the reaction you wanted to provoke but didn’t even know how to fix the situation.  


“Children, seated and quiet.”  

The voice of Y/N saved you in extremis and you’d never been so happy to see her in your life.  


“Jimin could have answer anything…” You said to your boyfriend while you entered at home and peace welcomed with gentleness.  

A little sigh of happiness ran away from your lips when he hugged you from behind, resting his Chin on your shoulder and pulling the bag off your shoulder.

“Sorry.. You left me alone and I panicked. ”  

“In seven months we have ours… I think most of that antenatal courses serve to you instead of me ”  

Jimin snorted pretending to be offended, by surrounding your hips with his arms and placing his hands on your belly. The idea that in less than seven months a little Jimin would be in your arms filled you with joy.  

“The speech with our son is on you.”  

“Or daughter.”  

“Oh, God, if it’s a girl I will be even more panicked. My Princess… the big sex talk in her thirty years. ”  

You burst out laughing, leaning your back against his chest and enjoying that moment of peace between you two.  

“Maybe..” He proposed resting his lips onto your jaw.  

“Miss, I have some doubts about how babies are made.”  He Whispered on your skin, biting your jaw plan and stroking that flap of skin with the tip of his tongue.  


“Tell me..”  

“Do you know that my hormones are going crazy…?”  

“All the better for me. I think we need an anatomy lesson, what do you say? ” He Murmured huskily, his voice even veiled by a desire. Slowly he peeled off your jacket, by dropping it on the ground, starting then to unbutton your blouse continuing meanwhile to tap with mouth and tongue your jawline.  

“Then Jimin… How are babies made? ”  

“First…” He began to murmur, turning you towards him; “We have to undress.”

“Right.” You agreed with his words, stroking his shoulders and sliding your hands you grabbed the flaps of his Jersey. You began to lift it and after a few seconds, it was on the floor with your jacket.  

His hands were gentle on you and after a few minutes, both were in underwear. Your breath was already accelerated and the pleasure hit you in waves, pleasure increased because of the hormones caused by the pregnancy.  

He clasped a hand on your hip, moving you to himself and began to stroke the curve of your back. Slowly he brushed your skin, starting to caress your bra which was dropped in less than a few seconds.  

His breathing was fast and broken as much as your and his fingers were shaking as you took off your bra, freeing your breasts already slightly larger than normal.  

“God… I love this thing. ” He murmured, bowing and clutching one of your breasts into his hands began with his tongue to lick your nipple. A moan escaped your lips as he continued to lick and bite the nipple.  


“Sh Baby…. Let’s move on to the second step, shall we? ” He asked, finally freeing the nipple from his torture. He Got up and your eyes met, full of lust and desire.  

His hand slipped on your belly and then between your thighs.  

You were already wet because of his quickened breathing and his voice hoarse, but when with his thumb began to caress your clit you exploded completely, making your legs tremble.  

“Babe.. This is the second step. "He whispered, his voice full malice, pushing you against the wall.  

You leaned your back against the wall, over a bump just for the cold sensation that it provoked, having to lower your gaze because he was already kneeling in front of you.  

He began to kiss your belly as he continued with his thumb to stroke your clit, provoking twinges of pleasure right to your core. His tongue stood for a few moments on your belly button and now you couldn’t control your moans, struggling under his touch.  

"I can’t… I c-can’t imagine the last s-step. ”  

“Among all, it’s my favorite.. But it’s early for that. ”  

you closed your eyes, resting a hand on your mouth to keep you from shouting his name and beg him to go directly to the “third step”.  

Finally, his lips leaned on your clit and with the tip of his tongue, he started to jingle your most sensitive and increasingly intense pangs of pleasure made you tremble and moan even more deeply.  

He licked his forefinger, you could not see him but the sounds were well clear, and slipped it slowly inside you.  


“God, you’re so wet.” He cursed full of pleasure, starting to move his finger between your walls, while now you were in the total mercy of excitement and his attentions. “I love when it takes you so little to get excited,”  he added and you closed your thighs with a dry gesture, forcing him to move away and lift his gaze to you.  

“What baby?”  

“Or you go directly to the third step or I can’t do Jimin. I’m already at my limit. ”

“Okay babe, maybe I must teach you how to make kids.”

Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**


{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.    

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed. 

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.  

The slap

Sorry @katiezerk for being late here you go, hope you like it.


WARNING : none

Y/N pov

“Yo what’s up guys and welcome to reacting to sidemen vines. And today I’m with JJ, Calfreezy and our new special guest…Y/N!” Simon did his intro, moving his arms and introducing us.

“Hi” I smile awkwardly towards the camera while the guys are cackling in the background. I look down knowing that i’ve made a fool of myself again. It’s not my fault I am not really comfortable with all of this. Simon starts the vines compilation and we soon hear the intro of the video, the boys dancing to the music trying to be in sync with the beat.

“STOP DABBING IT’S 2017!” JJ screamed, making Cal push him off of his chair earning our laugh. The vines were quite funny and many jokes were made. I even got more comfortable as we recorded the video.

“OH MY GOD” Cal laughed. “This is the best thing” he said when a vine showed the times when Simon got slapped at their Brighton meeting event. We were all laughing until JJ said that we should do the same game all over again, play rocket, paper, scissors and the winner gets to slap Simon. Simon disagreed and went on about how this isn’t our choice to make and how this is his channel and how he did not give consent but JJ ignored him and said that he’ll begin.

"Unless you’re PUSSY, HUH!? Yeah that put you off.” JJ said. I bursted out in laught while JJ moved his chair beside Simon to play. “Ching chang wolla!” “No, wait man you’re cheating!” JJ said. “No you’re just mad you lost that’s it! Stop complaining!” Simon tackled JJ on the floor. “This video is a mess, and I thought it’ll be original to add a game in it but no. GUYS!” Cal screamed at the fit of giggles on the floor that is Jide and Simon. “Not that his channel is original” I laughed and high fived Callum. Let’s just say that Simon’s face was priceless. Cal lost his go too and soon it was my turn. “Bring it on Britney” I gave him a weird look and pushed him.

He couldn’t believe it, I mean he was kinda embarrassed because he is considered as the king of Rock Paper Scissors but I was finally beating him at his own game and I won. “Just do it” He said while looking down, anticipating the pain. I slapped him, I think a bit too hard, but it got a great laugh from the guys. But what happened next scared the devil out of me. “That’s for saying that my channel is not original” said Simon as he slapped me. Couple of “ooos” were heard while me and Simon kept smiling at each other like crazy people.

until you’re better.

based on this writing prompt.

a/n: hi! useless author’s note here, but this is my first riverdale imagine so I do hope you all cut me some slack. here’s juggie <3 i really hope im playing him right. please do correct me if i wrote something wrong !!

Ship: JugheadxReader

Words: 883 (i’m sorry it’s so short i jsut wanted to write something)


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How Do You Forget?

okay so here’s my take on something that has most definitely been written before and will be written again.

it’s an au, obviously, where jd and veronica are in college and together and happy. 

once again this is dedicated to the wonderful @jdronica bc i love her blog, she has given me so much inspiration and i need to stop right here or i’ll be going on all night.

thanks/blame to @gender-lessgoon for encouraging me. dammit woman this is all your fault.

i hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you did the last! i’m churning em out while i’ve got the motivation and ideas so… yeah, enjoy! (even though the beginning is rushed and it’s literally so short and once again unedited why do i keep doing this to you guys i am very sorry)

Originally posted by deadblogwalking


Veronica groaned as her alarm went off, rolling out of bed and padding to the bathroom as she wrapped her robe around herself, wiping her eyes and yawning as she started her day.

As she washed her hands, staring at her reflection, she noted a hickey on her collarbone and rolled her eyes. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but JD could be a little…enthusiastic.

She made her way back into the bedroom, feeling her heart melt a little as it did every time she saw JD asleep. He was just too damn cute, she thought.

“Hey, you, wake up!” she said loudly, and JD grumbled faintly and burrowed deeper into the mattress. Veronica rolled her eyes again and pulled the covers off him.

“JD, it’s time to get up,” she said mock-sternly, and he rolled over to squint at her with betrayal written all over his face.

“Why must you hurt me in this way?” he croaked, and Veronica’s heart jumped at the gravel in his voice.

“I’m gonna do my makeup and then make eggs and bacon,” she told him, tossing his robe on top of him.

As she turned away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed as she squeaked in surprise. He nuzzled his face into her neck.

“Don’t get up yet,” he murmured. “Stay with me.”

“JD,” she sighed, pushing him away, “you know I’d love to, but we’ve got class at nine, and it’s seven thirty. We need to get ready.”

He grumbled again as she shoved herself up off the bed once more.

“Okay, but consider this-we could just not go,” he said, and Veronica sighed.

“JD, I’ve missed class five times in two weeks because of you,” she said, walking back to the bathroom to brush her hair and do a little makeup.

She heard him get up, and then he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I thought I provided an enjoyable alternative to academia,” he mumbled, and she chuckled, leaning forward to brush mascara onto her lashes. JD held very still, knowing that distracting her now was a supremely bad idea.

“Yes,” she hummed, finishing and leaning back into his chest to survey the results, “but you know as well as I do that we both need a good grade.”

JD sighed and lightly kissed her neck before he released her and went to go get dressed.


Veronica only burned the eggs a little, which she counted as a success, though JD sighed at her.

“Hey, you want unburned eggs, you get up and make them yourself,” she told him archly, and he rolled his eyes and sat at the table.

Breakfast passed in relative peace and quiet until JD spoke up.

“I’m thinking a spring wedding,” JD mused, “or maybe fall. Don’t want it to be too cold though.”

Veronica blinked at him and laughed.

“Babe, we’re not even engaged yet,” she informed him, taking another bite of her eggs.

He froze, looking at her with wide eyes, fork full of eggs halfway to his mouth. She wrinkled her nose at him and swallowed her mouthful, taking a drink of her milk before she raised an eyebrow at him as he slowly lowered the fork.

“So that’s what I forgot to do last night,” JD said eventually, shock and horror coloring his tone, and Veronica couldn’t help herself.

“Oh my God,” she choked, trying valiantly not to laugh. JD’s gaze dropped to his plate, and Veronica couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She burst out into helpless giggles, which quickly turned into a full on belly laugh as JD pouted.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he whined, and she pressed a hand to her mouth as her shoulders shook.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, “but love, how do you forget to propose?”

JD’s cheeks flushed, and Veronica’s heart stuttered slightly as butterflies erupted in her stomach, even after years of being together.

He stood abruptly, leaving Veronica at the table alone. Her forehead creased as she stood to follow him, but before she could, he was entering the kitchen once more, this time holding a small black velvet box that Veronica instantly recognized for what it was. Her hands flew to her mouth as he dropped to one knee.

“Look, I know it’s not romantic, and we’re literally in the middle of breakfast, but…ugh,” JD groaned, cheeks still flushed as Veronica’s eyes began to well up with tears. “I love you, Veronica Sawyer, and…I want you in my life, for the rest of my life. I want you to be mine, officially, forever. So, will you marry me?”

“Oh, my God, you idiot,” Veronica breathed, and dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him with a force that knocked them both to the floor.

When they parted, Veronica laughed breathlessly.

“Sorry for knocking you over. Jason Dean, I’d be honored to be your wife.”

JD’s grin knocked the breath out of Veronica again just as she had begun to catch it, and she leaned down to kiss him once more, eggs forgotten and growing cold on the table.

They were late to class, and Veronica had to wear a scarf for almost a week, but they were engaged, and to her, it was worth it.


“So, spring or fall?”

“Definitely spring. The flowers will be blooming.”

“Yeah, but come on, they aren’t gonna be able to hold a candle to you.”

“JD, come here and let me kiss you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

blake-wyatt  asked:

oh and fs + 'things you said when we were 18' + 'things you said when we were 70' pretty please <3

‘Just watch your step.’

‘I am, I am.’

‘And mind your head on that beam.’

‘Yes, I’ve seen it…’

‘Test how heavy the box is before you carry it down.’

Exasperated, Jemma turns to him. From his position at the bottom of the ladder, Fitz has a perfect view of her as she rolls her eyes at him.

‘Fitz, honestly. I’m seventy, I’m not decrepit.’

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Chris&Eva- “MOM!”

Chris had came over, like he always does on Saturdays, thats when he gets in one of his moods.. Surprisingly, he is more moodier then me, although you can practically turn him on like a light switch. Anyways, like any other Saturday my mother was off on some business trip with god knows who doing god knows what. That wasn’t on my mind right now. 

Chris’s lips were pressed to mine, his harsh kisses and his cold hands slowly undressing me. He pulled away, his eyes locking with mine, his hands lifting my shirt over my head. He was doing that thing, where he admired. 

“Stop staring, who’s the stalker now?” I snickered a breathy remark, a low chuckle escaping his lips. Our lower halves pressed against each other, still clothed. His hands were running down, starting from my stomach, making his way to my jeans, his fingers now starting to unbuckle.

The door swung open, my body jumped in fear as I hid behind Chris’s upper body. 

“Eva I’m- Oh. I am sorry! Continue! Continue!” My mothers voice rang through my head, my eyes widened and Chris bursts out laughing once he had heard the door close. His eyes clenched shut from laughing so hard, his face a light shade of red.

“Oh my god that is so funny.” Chris said through his histerical laughs. I rolled my eyes. He found this extremely funny. 

“Its not funny! She almost walked in on us fucking!” I said giving his bicep and punch. That only seemed to make him laugh harder. 

“You get to come down and explain with me. How do you like that?” I said raising an eyebrow once he had calmed himself down. 

“I’ll live. I got this.” He said shaking his head, trying to get the giggles out of himself. He got up off my body, putting on his shirt and tossing me mine, doing the same. 

“I swear to god, don’t do anything stupid.” I said pointing my pointer finger at him. He held his hands up in defeat. He smiled at me, and for some odd reason I smiled back. I was mentally praying while we were going down the stairs that he wouldn’t tell my mother straight up ‘we were about to fuck.’ I laughed at the thought of it. 

“Oh you guys didn’t need to stop just because I am here.” I heard my mom speak up when she saw us at the bottom of the stairs. She had a huge smile on her lips, she looked as if she was about to laugh her ass off. 

“MOM!” I said to her, embarrassed, my cheeks probably turning a light pink already. Chris looked back at me with a sly smile and shook his head playfully at me. 

“Mrs. Mohn, I am incredibly sorry you had walked in on that. I didn’t want to meet like this but.. I am Christoffer.” Chris said, his voice somewhat awkward. “Erm, I have had a crush on Eva for a long time, and I guess I wanted to make a move…” He said, clearly pulling that lie out of his ass. 

“Well its nice to meet you Christoffer, its good to know that Eva is interested in someone. I thought she would never get over that boy Jonas.” my mother said with playfulness and a small eye roll.

“Besides that, would you like to stay for dinner Christoffer? We would love to have you.” My mother continued. My eyes widened. She was butting into my love life.

“Why I would love to.” Chris said. I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was wearing that smart ass smirk he always had on his lips. 

This was going to be a long night..



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A/N: I’m back with Chapter two! I hope you all like it! My goal is to have chapter three done by tomorrow, I’ll do my best!

Word Count: 1865

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Single Parent!AU

Member: Mark (Got7)

Summary:  You became a mother of a beautiful girl named Jisoo at just 16 years old. After her father ran out on the two of you, you wrote your love life off and devoted everything you had to your daughter. Everything changes when you meet a gorgeous stranger who takes interest in Jisoo and your lives.

Warnings: Language

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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Mark had become a regular. You would park your car behind the café, walk inside and see him, sitting at his usual table and sipping on his chai tea latte. Part of you was weirded out by this new customer, but the other part smiled proudly when you would see him in the corner, writing on paper or typing on a laptop. Of course, every time you showed up, he would come to the front and get a refill on his latte, smiling sweetly and innocently at you, which was something that astonished and irked you. How could such a perfect man come to the cozy café you treated as your second home.

A week passed since you first met Mark. Everyday he was unfailingly sitting at the table he always sat at. When the cafe became empty around 3 like it did every day, he would ask you about yourself and Jisoo. Today was no exception and for some reason, you found comfort in the routine you two had unknowingly fallen into.

“What’s Jisoo’s favourite colour?” He asks you while you make him another latte.

“Purple. Not the really dark shades or the almost pink shade, the lighter purple colours,” You reply. A soft smile falls onto his face and he looks at you, almost longingly.

“You really love your daughter don’t you?” He asks.

“Of course I do. She’s all I have,” You reply. “At the start it was really hard to get a hang of the whole parenting thing, because I was really young, but eventually I figured it out,” You admit.

“You were 16 when you had her, right?” Mark asks. You place the latte on his table and sit across from him.

“How did you know?” You ask.

“When I first met Jisoo she said she was four, and you said you are 20 so I just thought you must’ve been 16,” He says. “Is it okay if I ask about her dad?” He asks hesitantly. You sigh, nodding.

“What do you want to know?” You ask.

“When did he leave?” He asks.

“As soon as I told him I was pregnant. He disappeared the next day,” You reply.

“What a dick,” Mark says, shaking his head.

“At the time I was sure i was in love with him, now I know I was being irrational and I didn’t know was love was,” You reply. “I am glad he left. If he didn’t, somewhere down the line he would’ve and it would’ve hurt Jisoo,” You say.

“Does she know anything about her father?” He asks.

“No, nothing. I’ll tell her the truth when she’s older and can understand it wasn’t because of her he left,” You say. Mark nods, thinking about something.

“Can I have your number?” He asks. “I was going to ask you sooner… I just didn’t have the guts,” He laughs.

“Yeah sure. Can I have your phone?” You ask. He hands you his phone. You open contacts and type your number in. You save the contact and send yourself a text. “There,” You say. He smiles gratefully at you. A customer walks in and you run to the till, taking their order and making their drink. Yu get off your shift an hour later and you grab your stuff and exit the cafe, making your way to your car. You drive to your parent’s house to pick Jisoo up and then you go home. You make spaghetti and cut up some carrots. You cut the noodles really hort and place the plate in front of your daughter.

You two eat supper and between bites, Jisoo tells you about her day at her Grandma’s house. “Gramma and I did a really big puzzle! You came before we finished, but Gramma say we can finish next week,” She says, smiling happily and slurping on her spaghetti. After you both finish supper, you make her wipe off her face because she has red sauce everywhere on it. You turn on the kids channel and she colours while watching her favourite children’s show. Your phone buzzes and you pick it up, it’s a text from Mark.

Mark: Hey, Y/N. When is your next day off?

Y/N: Tomorrow actually.

Mark: Do you want to hang out? I was thinking we could take Jisoo to the park or to get ice cream. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to though.

Y/N: That actually sounds great. I would love to, and thanks for thinking about Jisoo. She’ll be really excited.

“Soo,” You say. Your daughter turns from the TV and looks at you. “Do you remember Mark?” You ask. She scrunches her eyebrows together, concentrating.

“The man from mommy’s work?” She asks. You nod. She nods vigorously. “I like Mark,” She proclaims.

“Mark is going to take us to the park tomorrow,” You say. She smiles widely.

“Really?!” She exclaims. You nod and pick her up, turning off the television.

“Bath time and then bed?” You ask. She nods. You bathe your daughter and then tuck her in and she falls asleep as you read her another bedtime story. When you walk out of her room and grab your phone, you have another text.

Mark: It’s really no problem. I want to get to know both of you.

Y/N: I want to get to know you too.

You tell Mark where Jisoo and you live so he can pick you two up tomorrow.

Mark: Seriously? Wait give me a sec.

His response to your text with your address and apartment number confuses you. Seconds later someone knocks softly on your door. You walk to the door, opening it and are met with Mark’s smiling face. You’re perplexed. How did he get here so fast?

“I live in that apartment,” He says, pointing across the hall to the apartment directly opposite of yours. You burst out laughing. “I have a roommate though that is really loud all the time and it makes me want to stab my eyes out,” He says.

“Is he being loud right now?” You ask.

“Oh god yes,” He replies.

“You can come in for a while. We have to be quiet because Jisoo is asleep but you can chill here until he shuts up,” You offer.

“A-are you sure? I don’t want to intrude or-” You cut him off.

“Oh shut up and come inside,” You say, walking away from the door and into the living room. Mark hesitantly follows you, shutting the door behind him. You flop into a chair and gesture for him to sit on the couch. He obeys and admires Jisoo’s drawing that’ lying on the table.

“Does Jisoo like to colour?” He asks. You nod.

“She loves it, it’s basically all she does,” You reply. “For her birthday all she wants are pencil crayons, crayons and markers,” You say, smiling at the memory. A smile finds its way onto Mark’s face.

“You raised a really sweet girl, you know that, right?” He asks.

“I am very proud of her,” You reply.

“The guy who left missed out. Big time,” Mark says.

“Il-sung. Jisoo’s father, his name is Il-sung,” You say.

Mark leaves about two hours later. You decide to clean up the apartment a little and then you go to bed. The next day, Mark exts you, telling you he’ll be at your apartment by 11 and that he’s excited to see you and Jisoo. Jisoo is bouncing off the walls from excitement. She adores going to the park and she’s excited to see Mark for some reason beyond you. You get her dressed and fed with much difficulty because she won’t sit still long enough for you to get anything done.

At exactly 11, a knock at your door sounds and Jisoo runs to the door, squealing in excitement. You open the door and Mark is standing there, smiling.

“Mark!” Your daughter screams, grabbing onto his leg. Mark looks as shocked as you feel. Jisoo has never been so open around a stranger, she’s usually so shy. Mark ruffles her hair and crouches down to her level.

“How are you, Jisoo?” He asks.

“Good! You can call me Soo, that’s what mommy calls me,” She says. Mark looks up at you unsurely. You nod encouragingly.

“Okay, Soo. Are you ready to do to the park?” He asks. Jisoo nods. Mark stands up and you shut and lock the door of your apartment. You three begin walking and take the elevator to get to the main floor. When you all get outside, you decide to walk to the park that’s not far away. Jisoo walks in the middle of you and Mark, holding both of your hands as you and Mark pick her up off the ground and swing her gently. She squeals happily and you two let her down again and she sees the park, running across the grass to go to the play structure. You and Mark walk side by side, following idly after her.

“She really likes you,” You say as you both sit down on a park bench.

“She’s such a sweet girl,” He says. You both watch as she climbs around on the play structure.

“Mark! Come push me!” She exclaims, pointing at a swing.  Mark gets up and walks over to her, setting her in the toddler swing and pushing her.

“You have a beautiful family,” An older lady says. You smile at her.

“Thank you,” You reply, bowing. She smiles at continues walking. Watching Mark with your daughter makes you wish that he was Jisoo’s father, not Il-sung. Just the thought of the name leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He was a coward who was too scared to take responsability of something he helped create. If you saw hm now, you would thank him. You would thank him for giving you your beautiful daughter. If he stayed, maybe Jisoo wouldn’t even be the same as she is today, maybe she wouldn’t even be named Jisoo which is a thought you don’t even want to ponder. You love Jisoo exactly how she is and you wouldn’t want her any other way.

“Y/N! Come over here!” Mark exclaims, holding your laughing daughter. You stand up and walk over to them. For the rest of the afternoon, you play games with Jisoo and Mark and for the first time, you feel like the three of you are a family. The day ends with the three of you going out for supper. Mark paid, much to your protesting. When you reach your apartment door, Jisoo is asleep in Mark’s arms. You unlock your apartment door and Mark sets the sleeping toddler in her bed, pulling her shoes off gently and placing her under the covers.

Mark stays for a few hours but eventually goes back to his apartment. You are braiding you hair when someone knocks on the door and you go and answer it. Standing on the other side of the dor is someone you want to punch straight in the face.

“Y/N,” He says. You stare at him in disbelief.

“Il-sung?” You stammer. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Pass me the controller part 2

Here is the second part of this imagine, I hope you enjoy, this one was certainly a lot more fun to write. Again, let me know if you want to see a part 3 xo


After failing at FIFA for an hour or so and drinking much more than I planned I actually remember why I was there in the first place. I was having so much fun with Jack that I had completely forgotten about all the drama with my ex. It was only when my phone lit up with another phone call from him that I remembered.

“Is that him?” Jack asks, slightly slurrring.

“Yeah just ignore it. He’ll only try giving me all the excuses he can think of but they’re not going to work this time!” My vision is a little blurry and my hand is shaking as I try to flip over my phone. I can’t even remember how much I’ve had to drink.

Before I can react Jack has picked up my phone, “hey jackass.” He shouts. My heart pounds. “If you know what’s good for you then you’re never going to call y/n again. Don’t text her, don’t try and find her, just leave her alone because you’re a fucking douchebag ok!” And with that he hangs up grinning proudly.

“Oh my god.” Is all I can get out.

“That should do the trick”

We both burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just did that! Thank you!” I throw my arms around him and give him a huge hug. As soon as he wraps his arms around my waist I feel the atmosphere change. He’s nuzzled his head into my neck and his arms are wrapped around my waist.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I swear I feel him smell my hair. I pull away from the embrace, unsure of how to react. His beautiful big blue eyes are staring into mine, trying to read my expression. My mind wanders back to what he was saying earlier about the girl he liked. Surely he wouldn’t hug me like that if there was another girl he was interested. Or maybe I’m just going crazy. 

“I should probably head home.” I mutter, not totally convinced that’s the right this to say. 

“You’re not in any condition to go anywhere y/n." 

"I can’t stay here. I don’t have anything with me" 

"You can have one of my t-shirts and you can sleep in my bed, come on,” he takes me by the hand and pulls me up. My heart flutters at his touch. I can’t believe it. Not only am I falling for Jack but I’m flaking for him when he admits to me he’s in love with another girl. I am such an idiot. 

“No honestly I’m ok. I’ll sleep on the couch maybe” I pull my hand away from him and he looks hurt. 

“Y/n I’m trying to help you. You’re clearly hurting but you can’t be mad at every guy, we’re not all like your ex, especially me, as much as you don’t believe it.” He look on his face is breaking my heart. I’ve gone from hating Jack’s arrogant guts to wanting him to hold me like he did before in a matter of a couple of hours. It’s almost making me feel sick. 
Actually I feel really sick. 

I think I’m going to throw up. 

I run to the bathroom and hear Jack call out after me.
My eyes go white and I start uncontrollably vomiting into the toilet. My eyes water and my face goes bright red. 

“It’s ok, let it out” I think I hear Jack behind me. 

As I come to I realise he’s right next to me, one hand holding my up and the other holding my hair. As I sit up he wipes my face with a towel and finger combs my hair smooth. I’m so embarrassed, “thank you” I manage to get out. 

“Don’t worry about it babe” he holds my face in his hands, “you’re definitely not going anywhere tonight. You look gross.” It takes all the energy I have but I manage to punch him in the arm and he giggles, “come on let’s brush your teeth ” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me through the door way and into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to do this Jack, I can walk” I wriggle out of him arms and immediately fall to the floor. Not only am I still drunk but I am also exhausted from crying and vomiting up he entire contents of my stomach. Great.

“Y/n! Just trust me ok?”

“You’re incredible.” I blurt out. I meant to say that in my head.

“If you can look me in the eye and say that to me again when you’re sober I’ll believe you” he walks over to me with a shirt, “put this on ok? I’ll be back in a minute with some water for you.”

He vanishes from the rooms and I successfully manage to brush my teeth but taking my dress off proves to be a little harder than anticipated due to a ridiculous amount of zips and buttons.

After what feels like an hour of trying to get out of my dress I hear jacks footsteps coming back up the hallway. He laughs as soon as he sees me.

“Help me” I ask pathetically.

He puts the water down, grabs his shirt and comes over. I turn my back to him so he can undo my dress but he hesitates, “it’s not that complicated” I tell him.

“No it’s not that,” his voice almost quivers. I can see in the corner of my eye that his hands are hovering just above my dress. He catches me looking and snaps himself out of whatever he was doing. After two zip and buttons my dress completely falls down before I can catch it.

I feel my cheeks redden again and reach for the shirt in jacks hands but he’s not paying attention. His eyes are fixated on me. Taking in every inch of me in my bra and underwear. His eyes flick to mine and he has a lust in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. He comes towards me, still holding the shirt in his hand. He stands inches from my face and looks from my eyes to my lips back and forth.

I lean in and press my lips on his. It’s like I have no self control. My heart is beating to fast I can barely breathe. He puts his hand to the back of my neck and I feel myself soften. He pulls me in closer, my body against his and kisses me deeper. I let out a little moan as he kisses down my neck, sending chills down my spine. His hands are all over me, touching every inch of my body like it’s the only chance he’ll get. I clumsily try to lift his shift up and thankfully he pulls it over his own head. He’s so much more muscular than I ever knew. He’s so warm and so loving, kissing me all over. He pulls away from my lips for only a moment as he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, pushing me back onto the bed, crawling on top and locking lips again. Hes messy and rough, leaving marks on my neck and chest. I start to run and the bulge building in his pants. “Y/n” he whispers, almost out of breath. The way he says my name sends me into overdrive, “y/n” he says again, a little more impatient this time. He pulls away from me, “Conor’s home”

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One day Sabo meets the Whitebeard pirates. He tells them that ASLR stands for "Ace Sincerely Loves Riskua." Ace doesn't find out that Sabo's a windman until after he tries to set him on fire.

Actually, make that “Ace Secretly Loves Riskua”, Sabo tells them Ace had the S crossed out after he confessed. (Part 2)

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Drunk on you

“Dazai, you’re going to have to pick him up. He’s incredibly drunk.” Hirotsu spoke into the phone.

“So fuckin wasted.” Tachihara added as he took another sip of his own drink.“

“SHUT UP TACHIHARA IM NOT DRUNK!” Chuuya slurred. Hirotsu raised his eyebrows before sighing.

“Please hurry.” Hirotsu added.

‘I’ll do my best~!’ Dazai cheered on the other end before cutting the connection.

“And you know what else-” Chuuya began as he swirled himself in his chair, spilling a bit of the drink in his hand. “He never even let me know he was leaving.” Chuuya ranted. “Who does that? You date someone for two years and have been fucking the guy for even longer than that-” Chuuya hiccuped while Tachihara cringed. “And he just up and left me. Well fuck that bastard.” Chuuya finished as he chugged down the last of his drink. “And somehow I’m still dating the bastard.” He slammed the glass down onto the bar, earning looks from the surrounding patrons. Hirotsu lightly grabbed the glass and slid it out of his reach.

“I think you’ve had enough, Chuuya.” He stated quietly.

“Oh Chuuya~!” A familiar cheerful tone sang. “My goodness it’s a weeknight Chuuya you shouldn’t be drinking this much.” Dazai added as he came over and stood next to the redhead.

“Wow you’re hot.” Chuuya laughed. “Where have you been all these years?”

“Oh my god Chuuya’s drunk hitting on Dazai!” Tachihara shouted before bursting into loud laughter.

“I wanna unwrap you like a Christmas present.” Chuuya let his hands roam slowly downwards on Dazai’s body. “How about we go back to my place? Or yours. Anywhere, but let’s get out of here huh?” Chuuya smirked and pressed his body closer to Dazai. Dazai tried containing his laughter as he picked he redhead up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Oooh ooh agressive aren’t you?” Chuuya laughed before winking at Hirotsu and Tachihara. The two responded with a supportive wave and a small cringe.


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Got commissioned for another round of Gut Feeling epilogue/timestamp! Featuring fat!Stiles, fat!Derek, stuffing, weighing, excessive teasing, and extreme obliviousness lmao

Stiles woke up to the sound of his own unattractive snort. He blinked, disoriented, and found Derek’s face smirking down at where Stiles was sprawled over the couch, one foot propped up on the coffee table. Stiles rubbed his eyes blearily and said, “Wha’ time izit?”

It couldn’t have been long since he’d fallen asleep because he could hear the movie he’d been watching still playing in the background. “9:30,” Derek said.

Stiles’s eyes fluttered shut. “Lemme sleep, ‘m tired.”

“Tired? What have you been up to all day to be so tired, I wonder.”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, I see.” Stiles could hear him shuffling through the wrappers and bags and boxes and bottles and plates that he knew were littering the coffee table, spilling over onto the couch. “Looks like you’ve had a very busy day.” He leaned down to pat Stiles’s belly just shy of too hard for his stuffed gut to handle. His hand smacked Stiles’s skin where his shirt had ridden up. Stiles groaned and opened his eyes again when Derek said, “Brought you something, big boy, but it seems like you might be maxed out already.”

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Swollen Lips

Pairing: Fred x Reader, Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Warnings: protective Harry

Originally posted by peppermint7rose

(gif not mine) oh my god this gif im dying cant breathe help me

The time had come, Harry had to leave to find the remaining horcruxes. “You can’t just leave me behind!” You yell, venom in every word.

“Yes I can! I am your older brother!”

“By 12 minutes!”

“That’s not the point, the point is you can get killed, I can’t let that happen,’

“Oh! And you’re going to let your friends die?”

“They are choosing to come with!”

“Just as I am!”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe you would chose your support from FRIENDS instead of your own fucking family. You’re forgetting that you’re one of the people from our family left, Sirius is dead, our parents obviously died a long time ago, and the only person I have left is you! I know, I probably won’t survive, but I want my last moments to be laughing, helping, and destroying horcruxes with my brother. Not sitting here, waiting to hear that something happened to you, Ron, or Hermione.” You paused, “I didn’t mean anything against you, Ron or Hermione, you guys know I love you too? Right? And Ron, your family, as I consider anyway, is my family too, it’s just different with Harry, you understand, right?” 

You let out a heavy sigh, and when Harry was about to say something, you stormed off, obviously annoyed by Harry. When you stormed up the stairs, you saw Fred Weasley, talking to his brother George. With so much time spent at the burrow, you could now tell the difference between the two, Fred would always smile more, he had green flecks in his eyes, while George’s were more blue. You had developed something for Fred as your years progressed at Hogwarts. You couldn’t put your finger on what made him so handsome on the night of the Yule ball, or what made him so hot when he went flying out of Hogwarts in his broom, getting chased by Umbridge. 

He smiled when you went by, and you immediately forgot what you were mad about and smiled back. Going up the rest of the stairs, reminiscing in what happened, making you more upset, you finally reached Ginny, Hermione, and your room. Ginny could tell something happened just by the red face you had. “I heard some yelling, what happened.” 

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Harry and I got in another argument.”

“Another? When do you two ever stop bickering?” She sniggered. 

“No, he won’t let me go with him to find and destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. And I can’t even believe that he is choosing Ron and Hermione over me! Okay, I know they’re his best friends but, c’mon! I am his freaking sister! I deserve to go with him!”

“Look, Y/N, we both know that he just wants to protect you. No matter over any excuse you find, deep down, you know I’m telling the truth.”

“I know, it’s just, what if he dies? What if he actually leaves me?” tears trickle down your face. You can’t bear the thought if your brother would ever leave you. 

“Do you think you’ll make his life better if you leave him, Y/N?”

“It’s better than him leaving me!”

“Don’t be selfish Y/N, think about your brother and how he would feel if he left?”

“I know Ginny, it’s just, I don’t think I could live if he was gone.”

Ginny came over and hugged you, letting you sob on her shirt. You don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like a while, “Your eyes look normal again, I think you can live to go downstairs,” she smiled.

“Thanks Ginny, you don’t know how much this means to me. I really needed this,”

On your way down the stairs, you see Fred, sitting outside the door to his room, like he was waiting there for you. When you see him, you smile, “Hey Fred, fancy seeing you here,” You cringe, why do I have to be so cringey,

He smiled, the glint in his eye, “Hey, Y/N, I live here,” he laughs and you feel your cheeks. Unlike Harry, you were the awkward one, the one that never made any friends except for his, which was very sad on your part. The only other “friends” you had were Ginny and Katie Bell. 

“Yeah, I know, I’m just very awkward.” you admitted. 

“Yes, I know you’re awkward, this is one of the many reasons I love you Y/N.” He smiled.

Your eyes opened in shock, while his stayed on you, smiling very big, knowing the effect he had on . you. Just a few moments of staring, and Harry came up the stairs, you stopped him, “Harry, I’m so sorry, I just love you so much and I don’t want you to leave me.”

Harry smiled,”I know Y/N, I love you too. Now let me see Ginny please,” 

You smiled to yourself, Ginny and Harry had been dating and you loved it. Turning back to Fred, “You’re just playing with me, right?” You asked ready for the rejection.

“Actually no, Y/N, I am deadly serious.” When he leaned in, you didn’t know what to do. You went with your gut and leaned in too. It was just as you imagined, your hands flew up to his fiery hair, the hair you so eagerly wanted to touch, and his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer. His tongue eagerly slid across you lip, asking for entrance. You let him in, fighting for dominance, of course he won. Just when his hand slid up your shirt, Harry came out. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER!?” Harry yelled, making you jump. 

“Now just calm dow-”


“Harry stop it!” you yell tears threatening to come down. “You’ve been too protective today and you need to know when to stop!”

You looked at Harry, noticing how swollen his lips were and how disheveled his hair was, when you looked at Ginny, you saw the same. Suddenly, you burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Y-y-y-ou’ve been snogging Ginny!”

Harry went as read as a tomato. “You know mate,” Fred said smirking, “you being oh so very protective of Y/N can make me oh so protective of Ginny.”

Harry asked in the most serious tone, “Do you love her?”

Fred stopped smirking, “Yes, with all my heart.”

Harry cringed, not liking someone else besides family love her, “Y/N, do you love him?”

You smiled, “Of course.”

“Then f-fine, you guys can date.” Harry walked off dragging Ginny right behind him.

“At least you have me when Harry is gone,” he winked at you, “and maybe we can try out a few things.”

You laughed, “Oh yes, I think so.”

Million Reasons // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 6 of 6)

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Mentions of Sexual Content, Mentions of Smut, Angst, Jealousy, Fight, Making Out,and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,094

Song: Million Reasons by Lady Gaga

A/N: Well folks, this is it. We’ve officially reached the Finale. I absolutely loved writing this little series and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. I highly recommend you listen to the song after finishing, it’s gonna make you all kinds of happy and it definitely inspired some quotes. Anyway, thank you for reading and for the support! 

P.s. I will be posting an Epilogue with more smut for y'all!

Wiping away the last remaining tears on my cheeks and taking a much needed deep breath, I knocked on the front door of the Martin household and just waited for my fate. I don’t even need to have supernatural powers or senses to know that this night is going to be a complete bust. Lydia, on the other hand, would literally behead me if I even consider missing this event.

Ever since last night, when I drove Stiles into the arms of another girl, all I’ve wanted to do is just hide away in my own house and hopefully never have to leave again. But, no, now I have to come to this stupid party Lydia threw for the pack because it’s basically mandatory.

The front door flew open when I least expected it and I even jumped slightly in shock. On the other side of the door was a very well dressed, as always, Lydia Martin. Her face lit up into a smile instantly when she realized I was the one that had arrived.

“Whoa, you scared me there.” I chuckled and the smile on her face grew even wider.

“Ah, always a pleasure.” The red head slightly lifted her skirt to bow and I laughed.

Lydia took a step aside and opened the front door more, pointing inside. “Come on in.”

I smiled at her one last time before walking past the door and into her beautiful home, the sound of the banshee closing it behind me. We walked all the way to her backyard and the bonfire Lydia had promised was already in full swing.

I entered and felt content to see everyone so happy and just enjoying themselves. Scott and Kira were dancing together in front of the bonfire, both too drunk with each other to even care who could possibly see. Malia was engaged in a conversation with Theo and my stomach turned in disgust at the sight of him. Mason and Liam were chugging down cups of, what I assume is, beer and the last person my eyes laid on was him.

Stiles was sitting slightly away from the bonfire, alone, with a red plastic cup in his hand as he quietly sung along to the music playing. The butterflies in my stomach, which have declared it as their home at this point, had woken up from their slumber and began flying around crazily just at the sight of this boy. It took everything I had not to cry and give into my emotions I was trying so hard to hold back.

“Hey guys!” Scott’s voice shouting pulled me out of my trance. It’s amazing how Stiles doesn’t even need to say or do anything for me to already feel completely lost in him. “Emma’s here!”

I blushed at the Alpha’s excitement to see me and my eyes peered around the room to see everyone smile, even Theo, at my arrival. Well, everyone except for Stiles that is. His eyes, immediately, pierced into mine and I could feel my entire body ignite on fire. I gave him a weak smile and saw awe and wonder quickly flicker in his pupils.

“Alright, now the party’s started!” Scott exclaimed, approaching me and giving me a big bear hug. It was a tight hug, but surprisingly pleasant. To be honest, I didn’t even mind the lack of air when we finished our embrace. “Somebody get this girl a drink!”

“Thanks, Scotty.” I laughed, watching as the host of the party made her way into the kitchen just to get me one.

I immediately ran after her, feeling bad that she would have to go through the trouble of making me a drink. Lydia was already grabbing a plastic cup when I entered the kitchen and stopped her.

“Thanks Lydia, but you really don’t have to.” I stated, approaching her.

“Oh, it’s okay.” The banshee shrugged and waved her hand at me, getting the vodka on the counter to pour a small amount in the shaker. “I like making drinks for my friends.”

I smiled at her kindness and politely thanked her as I watched Lydia put a juice mixer into the container. Putting on the lid, she shook it to blend the two different liquids together and, then, opened it. I leaned on the counter at the same time that she poured the drink into a plastic cup just like the one Stiles was holding and handed it to me. I took a sip and the alchohol burned it’s way down my throat, but the sweet taste of the tropical juice made it worth it.

“Hey, so how’d your date with Theo go last night?” Lydia turned her entire body to face me with a smirk planted on her lips as she leaned against the counter, as well. “Did you guys, you know…?”

I audibly groaned as I took another swig of my drink and she furrowed her eyebrows in interest.

“What?” The red head chuckled. “Is he that bad in bed?”

“Lydia!” I laughed, shouting and she lifted her hands in surrender. “It didn’t even get to that. God, I would never let that lame excuse of a man into my pants.”

“Oh, my God!” She laughed with me and it felt nice to just talk to her without thinking about last night. “How terrible was the date?”

The problem wasn’t really the date, per se. It’s that I’m in love with Stiles Stilinski. But, I can’t exactly tell you that.

“The date wasn’t that awful. It’s what happened after the date that’s the problem.” I told her and Lydia had never looked more intrigued in her entire life. “The guy is the worst kisser I have ever met.”

Lydia bursted out laughing and it made me happy that I was the one to cause that. She had to literally get a hold of the counter to stop herself from falling over and I noticed water gather up in her eyes.

“Oh, man.” She wiped away a fallen tear from laughing too hard and I smiled at her actions. “What a shame.”

The sound of Scott shouting our names at the top of his lungs broke our little bubble and we instantly ran towards the backyard. Fear flooded in my veins, my mind already imagining the worst case scenarios possible.

“Yay, you’re back! Let’s play games!” Scott celebrated and as soon as I realized we weren’t actually facing a supernatural threat, I let myself relax again.

The pack had turned the music down and everyone was sitting in a small circle around the fire, content smiles on their faces.

“Dammit, Scott!” Lydia yelled with a scowl, approaching him to slap his arm. “You can’t just scream like that!”

“Yeah.” I agreed, slightly laughing at her anger. “You scared us both.”

“Sorry.” The Alpha shrugged, a mischevious smile plastered on his face. “But, I really want to play Suck & Blow.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him as I sat down in between Liam and Malia.

“It’s when you have to pass a playing card to the person next to you with your mouth.” Lydia explained, taking her own seat in between Kira and Theo. “You blow as the other sucks the card away from your lips. If you let the card fall, you two have to kiss.”

“Is this really a game we should be playing?” I scoffed.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun!” Scott shrugged, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “But, I mean, we’re definitely gonna have to make some seating arrangements. Exes can’t sit with each other.”

The Alpha pointed to the were-coyote sitting next to me and that’s when I had noticed Stiles sitting next to her. Malia looked like she couldn’t care less about this situation, but was grateful of Scott’s thoughtfullness, anyway.

“Okay, uh-” Scott peered around the group to see who could take her spot, his face full of concentration. He didn’t even bother to look at Kira because there’s no way in hell she’s sitting away from him, but carefully looked at the rest of us girls. Scott took his time staring at Lydia thinking whether or not he should suggest her, until his brown eyes fell on mine.

My heart, immediately, stopped and I seriously considered just making a run for it. My eyes widened immensely as I noticed his lips curl into a sly smirk.

“Emma.” The werewolf pointed at me and, then, the girl beside me. I watched in horror as he said the words I didn’t want to hear. “You switch places with Malia.”

Everything in my head seemed to spin as I nervously took Malia’s spot. I didn’t even have it in me to react or say a single word to my Alpha, I didn’t trust my voice enough. My eyes prickled with possible tears just at the idea of being beside Stiles after everything that happened and I have never felt more defenseless. Every supernatural creature I have faced is nothing compared to my fear of facing Stiles.

With a quick glance, I turned to look at him. His eyes didn’t even dare to meet mine as they were glued to the floor. That’s when I noticed he was nervously fidgeting with his hands, something he does whenever he’s scared or anxious.

I shut my eyes before taking a deep breath and turning back to Scott to watch him attach the playing card to his mouth and pass it to Kira. It was a success and everyone payed close attention, with intrigue in their eyes, as she passed it to Lydia. When the red head passed it to Theo, I couldn’t help but notice her quickly glance at me and smirk. I smirked back at her at the memory of me confessing the guy is an awful kisser. Lydia was able to pass it to him without letting it fall and I had to hold back my shameless laughter when she looked me straight in the eye and mouthed “thank God”.

After Theo sat Mason, then, Liam and Malia. The card was getting by just fine as everyone did surprisingly well. Everybody playing it off cool and I was shocked that no one had dropped it yet.

When it was my turn to receive the card from Malia, I felt the excitement of the game run through my veins. She passed it to me and I was in awe that we managed to keep it flowing. I mentally prepared myself before turning around to Stiles and approaching him.

His eyes were wide as they observed me place the card on his lips. The second I got so close to him, I felt his familiar smell that I loved so much and I became instantly consumed by Stiles. I was slightly distracted as I remembered all of those intimate times we spent together, but he was able to get the card.

For about two seconds.

The entire world seemed to slow down when we watched the card detach from his mouth and fall onto the ground as if the universe was stuck in slow motion. I could feel my heart fall into the deepest pit of my stomach at the same time that everyone yelled excitedly.

“Wonderful.” Stiles scoffed and I looked up at him, his eyes now on my own.

“Oh, you know what that means!” Kira squealed, clapping her hands together as Mason and Liam made annoying smooching noises.

I tried desperately to speak with Stiles through our eyes, asking him if he was okay with this or if he’d like me to come up with some excuse. But, either he didn’t pick up what I was putting down or he just chose to ignore me.

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but were only a few seconds. There were so many different emotions on his face and I didn’t know how to decipher any one of them. All I could really understand was the incredibly strong tension between us right now and I wondered if any of the werewolves could sense it.

“What the hell is taking so long?” Scott shouted, way too eager for my liking. “Stiles, kiss her already!”

A feeling of comfort, suddenly, rushed into me when Stiles’ eyes changed and they flickered in the same way they did the night we last had sex before, well, our “breakup”. They were soft and warm and I already sensed myself getting lost in them.

Goosebumps made their way onto my skin when he settled his hand on my cheek and pulled me in towards him. My breath hitched in my throat with how nervous I was as he placed his lips on mine. I, immediately, closed my eyes and let myself enjoy this one moment of weakness.

His mouth back on my own felt like I was finally home after a really long and painful day. All of my fear and hurt melted away as his lips brushed with mine in such a soft and delicate pace, I could barely feel it. But, then, the sound of the pack cheering loudly seemed to, suddenly, spark something in him and he put his other hand on my other cheek.

I grabbed his plaid shirt with my fingers, the kiss now deeper than before. I wanted to moan, I wanted to smile, I wanted to cry at all of the different feelings I was facing with this breath-taking kiss. To the rest of them it was just some heated little makeout session we were having, but to us it was so much more.

It was the feeling of the ice in between Stiles and I starting to melt. It was the beginning of a possible fix in our broken relationship. It was the weight jumping off our shoulders as we began to feel at peace. It was a conversation our bodies were having, confessing how much we desperately wanted and needed each other.

I internally groaned when Stiles slowly pulled away and let me go. It felt cold not to have him with me anymore, but I could still feel the tingle of his touch on my lips. My body thankful it got to taste my one drug I’m so addicted to, again.

“Damn!” Liam laughed and the majority laughed along with him.

The blush on Stiles’ and my own cheeks were obvious as we nervously recomposed ourselves. I looked over at him and he was smiling, my heart felt like it could fly at the beautiful sight before me. It amazes me how in love I am with this boy and how he truly has my entire heart in his hands.

The game went on for about an hour and everyone was having the greatest time, including Stiles and I. It was nice to just be able to relax with him and not have to pretend like everything was okay because, in some way, things we’re starting to be okay again.

When the smoke coming from the bonfire became so strong that practically everyone was coughing and having a hard time breathing, we knew it was time to move the party inside the house.

“I say we play Never Have I Ever next.” Lydia suggested once we all sat at the dining room table, each of us now with glasses of wine in our hands. Sure, we’re just teenagers but we’re very classy teenagers.

“How does that game work?” Malia asked, taking one of the many bottles on the table and refilling her glass.

“It’s simple.” The banshee smiled and I listened carefully because I also have no idea how to play. “It starts by someone saying something they’ve never done before and all of those who have done that thing before must take a sip of their drink. For example, if I say I’ve never eaten an apple before, everyone who has eaten an apple drinks.”

“Oh, alright. Then, let’s start!” The were-coyote exclaimed, clearly excited to play. “Who goes first?”

“I’ll go.” Kira offered and everyone smiled at her. “Okay, never have I ever gone fishing before.”

“Oh, come on Kira!” Lydia laughed, getting popcorn from the bowl on the table and tossing some at the kitsune. “You’re always the prude!”

“Yeah, you have to have scandelous confessions.” Mason agreed and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “They need to be intense.”

“Fine, then.” Kira pouted and Scott tried to comfort her. “You start.”

“Gladly.” Mason smirked, his face mischievious as he came up with his statement. “Never have I ever thought about having sex with someone in this very room.”

The rest of the table looked around at each other before literally all of us lifted our glasses and took a sip. The laughter was uncontrollable at how everyone just confessed that they’ve thought about sleeping with one another and it was refreshing.

“Okay, my turn.” Liam chuckled at Mason’s shocked reaction. “Never have I ever actually had sex with someone in this very room.”

My eyes grew wide and I internally cursed myself when I felt my heart begin to beat faster. Scott, Kira, Malia, and Stiles all took sips as my hands felt clammy. My mind was running a mile a minute and I didn’t know what to do.

“Emma, why is your heart beating so fast?” Theo narrowed his eyes at me and everyone at the table turned their heads to stare at my blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, it totally is.” Malia agreed, her face curious. “It’s like it’s about to jump out of your chest.”

I could already feel Stiles’ heated stare on me, he lifted up his hand to nervously bite his nails and I felt like I could be sick. The entire table cautiously waited for an answer and my stomach knotted in anxiety. With my heartbeat pounding in my ears and shaking my entire body, I picked up my glass and slowly took a sip.

The room went silent with realization and I could even hear a few gasps coming from my friends when everything made sense. Only five of us took sips and everyone knows that Scott is committed to Kira and was to Allison before her, which means he never would have had sex with me. Leaving the only other possibility in the circle… Stiles Stilinski.

My heart twisted and sunk with nerves at the pack staring at me in such awe and shock that they had no idea how to even properly react to this. Anxiety flooded my entire body as Scott was the first person to speak up.

“I knew it!” He shouted and my heart stopped, Stiles also snapping his head towards his best friend.

“What?” I gawked, completely astonished.

“You guys have been reeking of sex the past month! I knew that couldn’t be just a coincidence and I eventually put it all together.”

“Well, nice detective work.” I answered shyly, my eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment.

“Wait, wait, wait. Is he the one you’re in love with?” Theo suddenly stood up, severe anger in his eyes. “Is Stiles the one you dropped me for?”

I, immediately, turned to look at Stiles and he was both perplexed and flustered. The awe and hope in his eyes were obvious and I gave him a weak smile. He smiled back and it felt like the world was, finally, falling into the right place again.

“You fucking bitch!” Theo snapped, pulling our attentions back to him. “Stiles Stilinski?! I am so much better than that pathetic loser!”

Anger boiled in me like never before and I instantly stood up, approaching Theo. He was slightly surprised at my sudden action, but stood his ground anyway. I didn’t even say anything, too furious at his remark towards Stiles, and I just lifted my hand and slapped him across the face.

“Oh, shit!” Liam shouted, clearly amused at my actions.

“Don’t ever talk about him like that again.” I threatened with a low and stern voice as Theo’s hand clutched his reddened cheek. “You are nothing compared to Stiles and not even worth wasting my breath on.”

Before I even knew what was happening as it all happened so fast, Theo pushed me up against the wall. It felt as if all of the wind was immediately knocked out of me the second my back hit it. Theo’s enraged face was just inches from mine. Fear consumed my thoughts as I watched him lift one hand to attack me, the claws already sprouting out of his nails. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for what was about to come.

Suddenly, Theo was ripped away from my body before he could sink his claws into my flesh and it was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I looked beside me to see him being dragged to the front door against his will by my saviour. My heart fluttered at the sight of Stiles protecting me as he pushed the werewolf outside, Theo falling to the ground immediately.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her again.” He threatened, grabbing the door handle. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

Stiles didn’t even wait for a possible answer, he just shut the door in Theo’s face instead.

The entire room was silent with everything that just happened, no one even daring to say a single word. All of their eyes were switching from Stiles to me, back and forth. That was when I noticed the boy I love glance over to Lydia and they shared a conversation through their eyes. My heart sunk in response and I’ve never felt more stupid in my entire life.  

I can’t believe for the slightest second I actually thought that I had the chance of being with Stiles again. He’s with Lydia now and would never take me back, not after I rejected him.

This was all way too overwhelming and I felt like I was going to explode.

“Excuse me.” I quickly stated, before running out towards the backyard. My face heated with embarrassment and my eyes warning me they were about to cry.

I took a deep breath once I was alone and rested my hands on my knees, trying everything I can to pull myself together. This entire night kept replaying in my head over and over again and I wanted to scream. The tears had now escaped my eyes and I didn’t even bother to stop them, I was too hurt to care.

The faint sound of footsteps walking towards me rung in my ears and I didn’t need to turn around to know who they belonged to. The memory of when I found Trevor cheating on me and running away only to be chased after by Stiles, before any of this happened, flooded my thoughts and it made my heart sting. God, that feels like so long ago.

“Stiles, I’m so sorry.” I turned around to see him standing behind me, his hands tucked into his pockets. “If I had known that suggesting we become friends with benefits would have resulted in all of this, I swear I never would’ve. Because of me, I’ve brought so much pain into our lives and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before clearing his throat and answering.

“Well, I’m not sorry.” Stiles shrugged, his voice full of kindness. “I don’t regret a single encounter of ours and I really hope you don’t either.”

“Of course not.” I shook my head, not caring that so many tears were flowing down my cheek and he could see them. “I just regret hurting you.”

His eyes fell to the ground and my heart bled at the sight.

“I made a mistake rejecting you. There’s not a second that goes by that I haven’t beat myself up for it.” I confessed, my voice small and nervous. “B-But, I’m glad that you’re happy with Lydia now.”

Stiles’ head snapped up to look at me, confusion imminent in his features, as he took a step towards me. “What makes you think I’m with Lydia?”

“W-What?” I was completely baffled, this new information surprising me. “That doesn’t make any sense. I saw her at your house last night and you two were kissing.”

“You saw her at my house?” He narrowed his eyes at me, a smirk on his face. “Emma, were you stalking me?”

“No!” I shouted a little too quickly and Stiles laughed. “Stiles, I swear to God, I wasn’t stalking you.”

“Then, what were you doing at my house last night?” The freckled boy folding his arms across his chest, challenging me.

“I-I-” Letting out a nervous sigh, I tried to stop my stuttering. “I turned down Theo on our date because I realized that I loved you and only you. I went to your house t-to tell you and I secretly hoped you’d take me back, but then I saw you kissing her and I just… left.”

Stiles took another step closer to me and I felt my hands start to get clammy.

“You should’ve stayed.” He announced, a smile plastered on his face and I had never been more puzzled in my entire life.

“Why would I have done that?”

“Because you would’ve seen what came after the kiss.” Stiles stated, his hands coming out of his pockets to settle on my waist. “I confessed to Lydia that you’re the only love of my life and I could never be with her. She took it really well, actually.”

My heart fluttered at his confession and the tears started to slow down. Every single nerve in my body that was anxious and terrified a few seconds ago are now calming down and I could feel myself breathe again.

“Stiles, I don’t deserve you.” My voice was small and weak, but Stiles didn’t mind. He just shook his head at me and smiled.

“Emma, we’ve all made mistakes before-”

“No, but what I did was cruel and mean. You shouldn’t be loving towards me right now, you should be walking away and looking for someone better.”

“I guess you’re right.” Stiles shrugged and my knees went weak. “With everything that’s happened, I’ve got about a hundred million reasons to just walk away and leave without ever looking back.”

My eyes fell to the ground in pain as those words left his mouth, my heart churning in agony. However, the feeling of Stiles’ finger on my chin, gently lifting my face to look deep into his warm and golden eyes, had my breath hitching in my throat.

“But, Emma, I just need one good one to stay.”

It felt as if all of the ice in my veins was immediately set on fire and my entire body breathed again, relief and love taking over my emotions. There were tears rolling down my cheeks again, but this time they weren’t full of grief. For the first time, the tears falling from my eyes were tears of joy. I smiled at Stiles and I had never felt more safe and content in all my life.

“Remember when I said I couldn’t risk being in a relationship again?” My eyes pierced in his and he smiled, nodding. “Well, Stiles you are the risk I am willing to take. The risk I will always take.”

We were both smiling at each other like two idiots as he placed his hands on my cheeks, his eyes never breaking from my own. That’s when I felt the warmth start by tingling in my toes and fingers before passing through my entire body like a wave, washing away all of the stress and the pain of everything that happened between us. It left me refreshed inside and by the gleam in Stiles’ eyes, I knew this same waved passed through him, too.

His lips touched mine and I sunk into him. This kiss wasn’t just a simple kiss, it was kiss that helped mend everything we had broken together. The entire world ceased to exist as I focused on the feeling of his steady heartbeat against my own chest. Everything was soft and warm, the sensation of heat flooded our skin after spending cold and lonely nights away from each other. This kiss is the greatest kiss I’ve ever experienced because it wasn’t filled with passion and lust, it was filled with love and I will carry this feeling for the rest of my life. When I die, I will die with this memory of his lips against mine.

I inaudibly groaned when Stiles pulled away for us to breathe and he settled his forehead on my own, his thumbs softly caressing my cheeks.

“I know you’re scared of giving yourself to me but, Emma, I promise you I’ll never leave or hurt you. I’ll cherish you forever, making sure that every single day you know just how important and beautiful you are.” Stiles spoke, his words making me blush. “Over the course of this past month, you’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel the same way.”

Stiles wiped away the tears on my cheeks and I melted into his soft hand. Bringing my own hand to hold onto his, I let myself be fully consumed by him. I was nervous to let my walls down for someone, but I already felt so safe in his arms.

“Emma,” He stated my name when I couldn’t find the words to answer him. “Three words, eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

My entire body and mind were screaming at me, desperately trying to convince me to not give in. They reminded me of all the times I was vulnerable to past boyfriends and how I was constantly thrown down a deep precipice of pain and despair.

But, as I gazed into Stiles’ mesmerizing eyes, they were tuned out and all I could hear was the faint voice of my heart. Telling me, no- begging me to do the one thing I was originally against.

With my heart pushing me into a defenseless territory where I would, without a doubt, be emotionally exposed to this boy holding me together, I let the words roll off my tongue.

“I love you.”

To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Four)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,276
warnings: death mention, swearing, i think that’s it 
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey@anitheunicorn@newyorkyoucanbeanew@lafbagxette@justafangirlwithanavy@iamgrayfox@ordinaryornate@schuylerjoon@angelica-peggy-eliza@trashyperson101@crazydragon15@but-if-you-had-to-choose@geespilots@marvelous-hamilfan​ @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers@lafeyettegunsandships@schokoobananaa​ @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships@aham-threw-his-shot-away@hesitantcat@nonstopspook@hamrevolution@writethewayout@alexander-did-you-know​ @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @sun-tree@angelizaandpeggy​ @isis278 @idk-destiel @engulfedinstars@hamiltrashuniverse@ahrupe@just-me-an-asshole@readfizz​ @skeletonmelodies@gum-and-chips

a/n: something a lil kinder for all ur patience <3

“I don’t think I can go through this again.”

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Company - Part 4

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 1472

A/N: This got so long, oh my God! Also, I don’t know if I like this part so much. I hope you do, though! Let me know what you think :)

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ar-tecon  asked:

I can imagine Shiro discussing Keith becoming the black lion in the case of him dying with Allura and she's like???? Do you really expect /red/ to just give up Keith?? Then Lancenis mentioned and Allura just bursts out laughing cause there's no way in hell Blue and Lance would give each other up. I dunno just Allura pointing out how flawed Shiro's plan is can entertain me for hours.

*shiro voice* i want keith to lead voltron

allura (from the floor, tears in her eyes,): wow you paladins really have such a thrilling sense of humor! good one shiro! haha!

(shiro standing absolutly still, sweat breaking on his forehead,)

allura (horrified): oh my god you were serious 

konekat  asked:

Marinette tried her best to hold it in--she really did--but with a snort she burst out laughing and asked Chat, "You did WHAT!?!"

 “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Chat jumped down from the rails of her terrace, moving to sit beside her on the bench. “Just because you’re not the one who has to go with Chloe as her date–”

That prompted another round of laughter from her again. “Oh my god, it’s just–” Her sides were beginning to hurt. “How did you manage that?” While Chloe usually invited half of Paris to her birthday parties, she’s surprised that she’d decided to ask Chat Noir instead of Adrien.

“Uh, I, er, dazzled her with my charm?”


“And I was too nice to say no,” he muttered under his breath.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“Meowch!” Chat Noir put a hand to his heart, a look of mock betrayal on his face. “You wound me, Princess. And here I was hoping you could help me.”

Marinette had a bad feeling about this, the kind she got when she knew it was going to be a bad idea but it was going to be the kind of bad idea she might go along with anyway. “…How? Can’t you just be a normal person and you know, call in sick or something?”

He shuddered. “Nope, I’d get found out right away. It’s more believable if I say I had a date already.”


She nearly jumped out of her seat as he suddenly took her hand and knelt on the floor of the terrace. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you be my date to Chloe Bourgeois’s birthday party?” he asked. 

And she realized with a bit of alarm and a steadily increasing heart rate that he was completely serious about it.

“I–” She cleared her throat. “What about Ladybug?” 

What the hell, brain?

“She said she wasn’t going,” he replied, and she had to resist the urge to slap herself. Of course she told him already. “If it helps, it’s going to be a very friendly date.” He put in a bit of his kitty eyes for good measure. 

Marinette was weak to the kitty eyes, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Sorry, but I’m not sure if I’m even going,” she said honestly. Sure, Chloe invited the whole class as a matter of courtesy (with some prodding from her father), but it was a school night. And if an akuma was going to show up, she’d rather not have to dodge too many people on the way to a broom closet to transform. “Knock yourself out there.”

Chat got up, his face tilted towards the shadows for a moment that Marinette wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not. He shrugged. “It was worth a shot. Looks like I’ll have to find some other way.” But he grinned at her, and it was only then that she realized she was feeling a bit anxious before that. It was weird. “So since you know I’ll be out for that evening, try not to miss me too much.” He planted a swift kiss on her hand. “Good night, Princess.”

And with that, Chat Noir leapt towards the neighboring building before she could properly retort– she wasn’t going to miss him that much!– leaving her alone on the terrace. 

“Silly cat,” she muttered to herself as she stomped back down to her room. If she was looking through her dresses a few minutes later, that didn’t mean anything. It just meant she might go to the party, just to see what the fuss was about.

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