I am so sorry that I’ve disappeared for a while and without notice …but I started University a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been so tired because I get up super early (to be exact 5:35am) also because I’ve been so busy. I am not officially back, not until next Friday because again I am assisting the University to take an obligated summer class and I don’t finish until next Thursday. So to answer your question; yes I am going to still be on Hiatus just until I finish this summer thing. My apologies to all of you! but thank you for supporting me and loving this blog!.
Someone asked what I would say if you asked me to start all over. I told him I wasn’t sure, I would love to start over. But it ended once so it can end twice and I don’t think my heart can take another heartbreak. All he said was “I know you would say yes, you would take him back, you would try and make it work again. Please don’t make yourself small again for someone who left already.”
Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing
“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.
“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”
“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.
As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.
“Babe, knock knock?”
“Not another one J.”
“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”
“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.
“Oh. Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?” I sigh.
“A broken pencil” he smiles.
“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.
“Never mind it’s poin-”
“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke.
“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.
As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.
“Babe really” I laugh.
“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”
“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”
“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”
“Who’s there” he cooed.
“Al.” I smirk.
“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it.
“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.
“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.
“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.
“Jeff” I whisper.
“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.
He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.
“Jeff please” I moan.
“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.
He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.
“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.
“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.
“Jeff!” I scream.
“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.
“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.
“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown.
“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.
He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.
“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back.
“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans.
“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.
“J-JEFF!” I scream.
He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.
“Who’s there” I laugh.
“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.
“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.
“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.
“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.
“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.
“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up.
“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up.
“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.
“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.
“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”
“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.
“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.
“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.
“Get a room!”
“Jess, your room is upstairs!”
“Get it Foley!”
Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.
“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”
Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”
I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”
He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.
“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”
I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.
“Okay fine, just be careful J.”
“I will baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.
*4 Weeks Later*
Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone.
“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation.
“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.
“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.
“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.
“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.
I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read
World’s greatest son
world’s best companion
Even a better dad
Gone but never forgotten.
“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’
A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.
[TRANS] ‘WINGS: YOU NEVER WALK ALONE’ - V Thanks To
(italic = purposely typos / written in English)
From now on I’ll write the “thanks to” as a letter to people whom I love and am thankful for. I’m originally not the type to write letters so it’ll be even more touching! This is an album for ARMYs! First of all, those who let me get to meet ARMYs, Bang PD-nim, Vice President Yoojung, Director Seokjoon, Director Shinkyu, Director Lee Hyung, Director Chaeeun, heh, happy ew year and may you be happy and healthy everyday this year. Thank you and I love you.
Dad, mom, my siblings, I love you. Jongkyu, enlist and comeback~
Our beloved manager hyungs, it won’t be enough even if I mention them twice, our Director Shinkyu, Hobeomie-hyung, Sejinie-hyung, Jungilie-hyung, Sungseokie-hyung, Yoonjae-hyung, Sunhakie-hyung, Kwangtaekie-hyung, you know we’re always by your side right? Our hyongs who take care of us with love and love, heart bbyongbbyong. You worked really hard in 2016, have a happy new year~~
And I just want to say I really love our family, Woojung-noona, Surin-noona, teacher Sungdeuk, thank you and thank you so much for staying by this troublemaker’s side and raising me with your love. Woojung-noona, Surin-noona, heh, I love you a lot.
Teacher Sungdeuk, your appearance or your atmosphere, aura has become sweeter even since you got married. Looking at you smiling so sweetly like this, your newlywed life must be really nice. Thank you for taking our teacher Sungdeok away. (Bow) Our hyungs and noonas from the Financial Accounting team, Hyukki-hyung, thank you for always working so hard from behind. Hyukki-hyung, how’s your newlywed life? Are you happy!! I have ARMYs so I’m happy, euhahaha. Happy new year.
Visual makes visual. But who’s the visual?
Our visual hyungs and noonas, Sunghyunie-hyung, Hyunjoo-noona, Sunkyung-noona, Gabriel bro thank u so much sehebokmanee badeusehyo
beautiful make up good hair perfect style
Darung darung Head of Department Dareum, Head of Department Jihye, Head of Department Naejoo, Hyunah-nim, Seolji-nim, Jinyoungie-hyung, Hajung-noona, Hyesoo-noona, Seoyeon-noona, Jieun-nim, ah really, I love you so much. Happy new year and may you only have happy days!
Noonas from Rookie Development team and Business Management team, I don’t see you a lot these days but anyway, our Sunjung-noona, Mijung-noona, team leader Heesun, I always miss you~~ Happy new year
Our Fan Marketing noonas who let us stay a little closer, a little a little a little jomthe closer to our ARMYs, Seul-noona, team leader Jaedong, Jungwook-nim, Junsu-nim from Management Support team. A&R Changwonie-hyung, Jooyoungie-hyung, Bosungie-hyung, Wooyoungie-hyung, thank you so much and have a happy new year!!
Our noonas, Bunhong-noona, Hyunji-noona, thank you for always filming Bangtan Bombs and Bangtan’s photos beautifully and coolly on the site. Hayan-noona, thank you for always staying by our side even when you’re probably more tired than anyone else.
Joowon-nim, Jooyeon-nim, Seolhee-noona from the Communication team, you have worked really hard!
And this time we have to give a big hand again to our Director Lumpens and Director Nam Hyunwoo, along with staff noonas and hyungs!!! Uoahahah we can eat tasty food. I’ll tell Director Lumpens to treat us a lot!!!
My hyungs, noonas, dongsaengs and friends who believe in me, always support me, listen to me talking when we meet and talk to me too, thank you. I’ll be a more prideworthy, a better dongsaeng, hyung and friend. I love you.
And I’ll cheer for all citizens to have only good days in 2017, may each and every one of them will be healthy and only have meaningful days ahead.
And lastly, our Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, ARMY…
I trust and rely on them the most in this world, and I’m living like that, but really, thanks to them my self-esteem has grew bigger. I’ll work harder and become a more dillegent, a cooler BTS’ V, Kim Daesung’s son, grandmother and grandfather’s grandson Kim Taehyung. My family who are always by my side, who have no way but to support me from afar and I don’t know how tired it must be for you. Take care of my beloved grandfather. I still can’t let go of grandmother yet but I’m trying hard too, I’ll hold it back and work hard to become grandma’s grandson, a beautiful grandson, so please look after me. Receive a lot of luck and thank you for having raised me up. I love you.
I have given a New Year message separately but now that I got a chance to say it again through the “thanks to”, I want to write it down even if just shortly. Thank you so much to everyone and I love you! Fighting to the start of 2017!
Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.
He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.
He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.
“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”
Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.
“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”
I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.
I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.
“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.
“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”
My foot brushes against something soft.
“Is that another gym sock?”
“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.
Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.
He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.
Heh. Pulls out.
“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.
“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.
“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”
I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.
He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.
I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.
He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.
“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”
I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.
“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.
“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.
I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”
He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.
“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.
I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”
After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.
Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.
I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.
I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.
I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.
I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.
How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.
How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.
I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.
His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.
“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.
He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.
“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.
“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.
He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.
“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.
He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.
I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.
“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.
“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.
“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.
I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.
His face reddens a little before he nods.
“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.
He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.
“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.
I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.
“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.
I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.
Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?
His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-
The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.
Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-
Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.
Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.
“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.
God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.
“Peter… just ask me…”
“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I
lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.
“Hi,” Peter greets me.
“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.
He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.
I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood
“I’m okay, Peter.””
“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.
I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.
“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”
I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.
“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.
I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.
I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.
I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.
I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.
“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.
I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.
I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.
Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.
My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.
Are human even supposed to be that red?
He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.
I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.
He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.
He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.
I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.
I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.
Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.
Has he done this before?
“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.
He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.
I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.
“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.
His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.
My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.
As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.
Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.
As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.
“Do you want to go further?”
“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.
He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”
I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”
“No you don’t,”
He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.
I pull him down to the bed.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.
I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.
He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.
“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.
Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.
I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.
Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.
Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.
I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.
“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.
Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.
“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.
“You okay?” Peter asks.
“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.
Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.
Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.
I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.
“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.
@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.
Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.
Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?
“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”
Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS
Marinette is a youtuber
Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
Her channel blew up
Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
They vlog all sorts of things
going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!
Yeah that’s right ya boi back on that bullshit also you guys should check out my Dr. Flug RP BLOG @oh-flug-me maybe drop a question…please
Anyway, let’s get started
•It’s a house rule not to attempt to remove Flug’s bag
•Dementia will pick at the edges to mess with him, but she’d never actually try to take it off
•5.0.5. learned his lesson when Flug almost had a panic attack when he started to lift it up
•Black Hat had completely removed it once, snatched it off his head in a fit of rage, and was actually surprised to see Flug curled up tightly on the floor, covering his head with his arms so no one could see any part of it at all.
•He was shuddering and crying, mumbling and pleading for Black Hat to give it back
•Black Hat, either out of the kindness of his bleak little black heart or maybe just because he was sick of Flug’s whimpering, he gave it back and even turned around, allowing him to put it back on without Black Hat seeing his face
•They eat at the table, all of them
•Black Hat’s rule
•"We’re evil, not slobs! It’s so I won’t find any plates in people’s rooms, Dementia. How would we look in our advertisments if this place was a mess?“
•Dementia eats more like an animal than 5.0.5. does
•Flug either waits for everyone to finish so he can participate in the conversation then eat alone at the table or he simply asks to eat in his room if his social battery isn’t too high, for obvious reasons
•"I better not find that plate in there or it’s your soul.”
•One day, Flug sat down at the table and seemed to worry about something
•Nobody was paying his fidgeting any heed until Dementia glanced over at him and her mouth dropped, prompting the other two to look where she was looking. Their reactions to the phenomenon were the same.
•Flug had pushed up his bag juuuuust enough to allow him to take bites of his dinner, revealing a small part of his mouth and chin
•His hands were shaking and he was trying to ignore their gawking
•"I-I-I-p-please lo-look away. Yo-you’re staring is m-making me uncomfortable,“ he squeaked, etching the bag back down.
•In an instant, the conversation went back to being just about it was before, but glances were stolen at his mouth
•Black Hat likes cats
•As in: If they wander in because the door is open on a hot day, he doesn’t immediately shoo it out and lets it wonder around til it leaves
•If it bumps his leg wanting affection, he’ll nudge it away a bit, but he won’t kick it
•If it brings him dead things, then it gets a pet
•Black Hat made the mistake of letting a cat fall asleep on him
•"You sneaky devil! How’d you even get in my lap?”
•He wants to move, but something compels him to stay put until it wakes up
•Dememtia is jealous as all hell when she found Black Hat asleep with the little fuzzball in his lap
•5.0.5. can be found sleeping anywhere at any point of the day.
•Flug: “I’ve been awake for a week with nothing but coffee and Ritz crackers to keep me alive.”
•Black Hat: “For once, that isn’t my fault.”
•Flug and Dementia sing together some times
•One of the few times you’ll ever see them getting along
•Dementia handles the more…provocative dance moves of the songs they sing together
•Flug can rap pretty damn well
•Though she may tease and sometimes bully him, Dementia likes seeing Flug so happy when he’s singing
•They usually sing until either Black Hat yells at them to turn it down/off or if 5.0.5. tells them that their music is ruining his cleaning time
•They usually high five before going about their day.
Because some asked why I needed Truthwitch to break out...
Some people have asked me what I meant by a statement in my postmortem – about WHY I needed Truthwitch to break out (because if it didn’t, my career was over). I’m not sure how in-depth I’ve been in my newsletter, so here’s an answer for you:
Basically, my first series tanked. I mean…tanked. We’re talking, Truthwitch sold more copies in its first two weeks than the entire SS&D series COMBINED.
Bad sales hurt an author – you’re way better off as an untested debut than an author with shitty sales. So I was at a crossroads in my career, where the plan was to change my name. That way, I could be a “debut” again. (Sadly, this happens a LOT in the industry. Which is why please do not pirate our books!)
But then Tor decided to take a chance on me. Because they’re a small (and amazing) house, they have more room to take on projects that they’re passionate about (instead of just commercially successful). HOWEVER, if Truthwitch didn’t sell well…. Then yeah. That was it. “Susan Dennard” would be dead, and I’d have to reinvent/start over my career.
There’s no shame in that. I was totally willing to reinvent! The problem was that I had this great audience for my writing advice – thousands upon thousands of people who were coming back for my blog and newsletter. Yet none of them were buying my books. Which is fine – I don’t give free writing help to sell copies. I do it because I love doing it.
BUT…if I reinvented myself, I would lose what little crossover I had between writing-advice-fans and book-readers – not to mention the handful of amazing fans who did like the SS&D trilogy (I will never ever forget my wonderful Misfits!).
So…I needed + desperately wanted Truthwitch to sell well. I wanted Tor to be happy. I wanted to keep my name. That led to me going “all in” on self-promo.
Full disclosure: I allocated $15,000 of my advance to promote Truthwitch. (Which, in case you’re wondering, was most of the advance.) I ended up going over that amount…by a lot. Costs ranged from travel to important events (this was really where the bulk got eaten up!) to running/maintaining my street team (swag, postage, hiring an assistant to help me keep it going) to learning how to + making my own book trailer.***
And like…I honestly don’t even know what kind of TIME I spent promoting. It was a lot more than I thought it would be. Literally most of 2015.
But…it paid off, right? At least in terms of “success.” I’m a New York Times Bestseller now!!
That said, I haven’t earned back the money I spent yet (“bestseller” doesn’t automatically mean “rich”), and I will never get back the time I spent. Plus, the nightmare that was 2016 as I tried to rush-create Windwitch…
It begs the question: were the costs worth the rewards? I don’t know. I think so since, hopefully, the rewards will continue to pay forward for a long time – and my career is definitely growing!
Best of all, though, I CAN KEEP MY NAME. Susan Dennard. C’est moi pour toujours. ❤️
I want to add two more things – because this post has opened up a lot of conversations I wasn’t expecting to have (but welcome!!).
First: I cannot emphasize enough just how important LUCK is in this equation. On top of the time, money, publisher-partnership, and salty desperation that I poured into Truthwitch, I ALSO GOT LUCKY. I had the Right Book at the Right Moment with the Right Cover in the Right Genre coming out in the Right Month.
A publisher can pour all the money in the world into a book, but nothing will make readers buy it. There is no predicting trends.
So a lot of the success of Truthwitch (which is still pretty small, relatively speaking. I’m not a Big Author by any means!!) boils down to that intangible, finicky sprite known as Lady Luck.
Second: This is just ROUND ONE of “reinvention.” I have no illusions or expectations that my success will remain. The Witchlands series has already exceeded my wildest hopes, but no author stays “on top” forever. It’s a constant up and down, and frankly, we’re all just really lucky to even be able to share our words in the first place.
Sure, I’d love to be successful forever, but it’s not my primary dream – and definitely not my expectation. Realism is key to longevity in this industry, and more than that: gratitude.
So on that note: thanks for reading, thanks for sharing, and thanks for being the reason I keep writing.
***Note: I need to also mention that, once it was clear my own self-promotion was starting to pick up momentum, Tor really stepped in and helped me. This was not a solo journey, and it NEVER is. I had/have an amazing team, and we’ve forged a real partnership while getting the Witchlands into readers’ hands.
Can we all just take a moment and realize what life would of actually been like if Connor didn't kill himself? I mean Connor was the only one to sign Evans cast and he even said "let's pretend we both have friends" he knows that Evan isn't a very social person and can't make a lot of friends either so Connor would most likely go back to Evan from time to time. Evan would feel a little awkward at first but would probably start to confide in Connor, thinking of him as a support system and the only one there for him and Connor would think the same about Evan. After time I bet they would become best friends and probably be bullied by everyone. They would go through times where they feel like they should just go away and not live anymore but they would never do it without telling the other first because they know that the other is going through the same thing and that they will know how to help. Soon they would start dating. They would secretly think of themselves as the perfect pair while everyone just looked at them and say "those freaks are meant for each other!" But they know why they are the perfect pair. It's because they can trust one another and can be there for one another and they know that if one of them decides that they want to leave and forget all the pain in their lives the other one would never be the same. They will both stay strong for each other. For forever.
Prompt: Hello, please do an imagine where batsis is always sacrificing something for her family even if it costs her and the one time she needs them to do the same they do the same (ex. Their is someone she sees as a child and begs her family to help them but they don’t and that person dies). This ends up causing her to turn on them.
Requested by: ANON
You tear open the bag of cookies with a viciousness that would surprise most people. You kick off your shoes, and purposefully leave them in the kitchen, before trotting into the entertainment room. You find the worst and bloodiest movie you can, pop it in, and hit play. You munch on your cookies, take sadistic glee in the demise of the stupid teenagers in the horror film and order Thai food.
The sound of shoes and talking hits your ears as you exchange one horror movie for another. You’re too mad to say hello, instead you plop back down open a soda and hit play. When you hear the talking over your movie you turn the sound up, and after giving it some thought you lock the door.
You listen as they try opening it. And you ignore them when they start calling your name. Once again you turn the sound up. You only pause when you get a text from the delivery driver. Reluctantly you get up unlock the door, and pass by the men in your life without saying a word.
You ignore all the questions, smile as you open the door and pay for your food, before tipping the driver generously. You pass by them again to the kitchen. You lay your food out, put together a plate, and you slap Damian’s hand when he reaches for one of your spring rolls.
“My food not yours. Touch any of it and die.”
You can feel shocked gazes on you, and you turn your glare on Alfred when he clears his throat. You can see the surprise on his face. You never look at him like that, but right now he’s one of them. “I was going to prepare dinner Ms. Wayne.”
“I’m good. As you can see.” Without another word you return to the entertainment room. You can’t stop them from following you. You wish you could but you can’t. After several minutes Dick asks, “Is something wrong?”
You consider playing it off, instead you pause the movie, set your food to the side and reach for the ridiculous hat you’d worn most of the day. You throw it right at his face. You feel your anger spike when he catches it. You see the realization in his and your brothers’ eyes at the sight of it.
You hear Jason curse, as they all scramble to apologize you, you glare at them before yelling, “GET OUT!”
You see them hesitate, before they decide to stand their ground. With a growl you take your plate and leave the room, before heading towards the stairs, “Ms. Wayne no food upstairs please.”
You don’t even bother looking back, “Oh bite me Alfred.”
“YN!” You wince as your father yells your name before turning to face him. “Apologize.”
You watch his brow furrow, “What the hell has gotten into you?”
You watch Dick pass him the cap, you watch his eyes widen, and then Alfred’s, “Oh baby.”
“No.” You stop him before he can start, “No oh baby. I have sacrificed everything for this family. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, nights out with friends, a social life and all I ask for is one thing, for you ALL to be at my graduation. I became a doctor today, a profession I chose because of you all, and none of you were there. Not a one. I looked out into that crowd and none of you were there. So screw you, but I’m hurt. Because this is not my fault, and I am allowed to feel mad.”
And without another word you make your way upstairs to your room.
The minute you heard those words coming out of Jimin’s mouth, you snapped your head towards him. He was currently walking from side to side, his hands tucking at his hair as you watched him from your sofa.
Raising your eyebrows, you asked him in disbelief. “What? Do you really think I’m lying?!”
Turning his body towards you, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N. I know that you don’t like her and I can understand how you feel. But she would never do that. I know her, Y/N, she’s my ex wife. She wouldn’t harm anyone, never! You’re just trying to cover up your mistakes by blaming other people!”
Each one of his words felt like a stab into your heart. He really thought you were lying.
Standing up from the sofa, you pointed towards the door. “Get out.”
This time it was Jimin’s head which snapped up towards you with a shocked expression plastered on his face. “W-What?”
“I said get out.”
You watched how Jimin’s shocked expression turned into a desperate one, his body moving toward you with big steps. “N-No, no no, wait, Y/N! I didn’t mean it like that! Please listen to me! I’m-”
You felt your blood boiling with each of his words. Just before he could end his sentence, you slapped his cheek, the fresh tears you were trying to hold back already rolling down your face. “You didn’t mean it?! Do you know what I went through for the past three years, Jimin?! Do you know how hard it was for me to handle your ex wife and her threads every single day?!”
Reaching out for your phone, you opened the conversation with Hara and slammed your phone against his chest. “Here! Read it! This is what I’ve been going through for the past 3 years!”
Jimin scrolled through the messages with a shocked expression on his face. Closing his eyes tightly, he mumbled a curse before he reached forward, trying to hold you in his arms. “Y/N, I’m really sorry-”
When he saw how you stepped back from him, he stopped talking and looked at you with his watery eyes.
“No Jimin. An apology is not going to bring back those three years. Your apology won’t be able to bring back those three years my son lived without a father! Just because of your ex wife’s selfishness, my son had to live those three years by asking for his father every single day! Do you know how hard it was?! Do you know how it broke my heart every single time when I saw his sad eyes whenever I told him that you couldn’t be with us!”
“What about you?! You replaced me, Y/N! Do you know how much it broke my heart when I saw you in someone else’s arms?! Must have been easy for you to find a boyfriend as soon as I wasn’t there for you-”
“He isn’t my boyfriend!”
Jimin opened his eyes widely, his breath hitching in his throat. “W-What do you mean?”
“He’s my doctor, Jimin. He’s my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed someone. He reached out for me and offered help. He let me live in his house, he helped me through my pregnancy. He took the role of a father for your own son, Jimin.”
Confused, Jimin looked at you. “S-So, he’s your docto- but.. I-I..”
When you heard the voice of your son, you turned around immediately. He was running toward you as he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, his bare feet making cute little sounds as he approached you.
You lifted him up as soon as he opened his little arms for you, his head already lying in the crook of your neck as he hugged you tightly. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
He nuzzled his head even further into your neck and mumbled with a shaky voice. “I saw monsters. They were trying to eat me, Mommy. I’m scared.”
Smiling softly, you stroke his hair and placed a kiss on top of his head. “It was just a nightmare, Hyun-ie. I’m here now, you don’t need to be scared.”
You lifted your head and connected your eyes with Jimin’s sad ones, his tears already rolling down his face. He turned around, crouched down and started sobbing, the sound making Jihyun lift up his head and look at his father with curious eyes.
He wiggled in your arms, telling you that he wanted to be placed down and walked towards Jimin, standing in front of him with sad eyes.
Lifting his tiny hands slowly, he grabbed Jimin’s hands and removed them from his face, making Jimin look up to see his little boy standing in front of him with a frown plastered on his face.
Without saying anything, Jihyun wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, his tiny hands stroking his back softly. “Mommy told me that the sadness will go away when you hug someone. You can hug me as long as you want, Daddy.”
Your eyes opened widely when you heard what your son said. He really was aware that Jimin was his father..
Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around his son’s body as he sobbed harder. Seeing them in that position, your eyes started watering again and you too, started crying.
You watched how Jimin lifted Jihyun up as he held him tightly. Walking towards you, he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Please don’t take him away from me, Y/N.. Please.. I don’t think I can live without him. Please, I’m begging you.. I’m really sorry..”
Averting your eyes from Jimin, you looked at your son. His eyes were closed, his arms tightly wrapped around his father’s neck and a soft smile plastered on his face.
Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back to Jimin and smiled at him. “I won’t..”
Just before you could realize what was happening, Jimin reached out for your wrist and yanked you to his body. When you felt his lips on yours, your body froze immediately, the feeling sending different emotions through your body.
Just before you could respond to his kiss, you heard a little squeaky voice beside your ear. “Ew, gross!”
Leaning back a little bit, you both turned your heads towards your son who was covering his eyes with his tiny hands.
Removing his hands from his eyes, you looked at him slightly angrily. “Yah, Jihyun-ah, who do you learn those words from?”
Smiling sheepishly, he whispered. “Hoseok Hyung.”
When you heard Jimin laugh, you slapped his arm. “Yah, don’t laugh! He shouldn’t be learning such words at his age!”
Placing a soft kiss on his son’s head, Jimin shrugged as he continued laughing. “Ah, I think I already like that dude named Hoseok. Good job, Jihyun-ie.”
Holding their hands up, they both gave each other a high five which was followed by their heartwarming laughter. You, on the other hand, facepalmed and shook your head from side to side.
Looks like your son has already replaced you for his father.
A/N:And here I am with the final part of Forbidden Love.. Thank you all sooo much for all the love and support you have shown for this series. I really enjoyed writing it thanks to y'all! Also thank you all for the nice messages and asks! I really appreciate them! ♥♥