pretty girls only smile

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

“I liked the building, not you.” PT.6

AN: So this isn’t all of what I wanted but clearly had i gone on it would have been much longer. Thank you to @xbetter-than-wordsx and @imgonnaregretthisblog for helping me with the planning of this and the next few chapters. Yall my biggest supporters and I love you. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 9,547



“So how’s Florida?” I asked into the phone as I laid in bed staying up to talk to Shawn. It was late but I didn’t mind.

“Nice and warm. You’ll be wishing you were here in a month or two.”

“Don’t,” I laughed. “Don’t you dare even mention the word winter.”

Shawn grew hushed over the phone. “Winter,” he finally breathed.

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at the edges

for @baneismydragon : missing nino moments throughout the episodes in season one :) 


i. 

The weather is beautiful, sunlight streaming through his window. He’s figured out a new beat for a song he’s writing for Adrien’s birthday. They’re new friends–but–there’s a thing, you know, when you start to care about someone and– 

Nino’s phone vibrates, catching his attention, shadows shifting through his window as he reads the message.

ALERT: New Akuma at Local Park. Please stay indoors.

He doesn’t go back to his music that afternoon. Not even after Adrien finally replies hours later. 

(Sometimes it’s weird to admit you’re scared.)

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rest easy, i’ll see you again

pairing: hoseok + female reader

playlist: rest easy, i’ll see you again

summary: sometimes we meet again to realize we should have fallen in love instead

a/n: don’t forget to comment! it makes my day! 

masterlist

Originally posted by hohbi


Her first love is with a boy that smiles enough for the both of them. She meets him on her first day of college. There’s a nervous ache pooling in her chest as she steps into her lecture hall and her eyes roam around trying to find a seat. She manages to drag her feet across the room when her eyes land on an empty seat next to someone with their head on their desk. She can’t make out who they are, given that a hoodie is covering their head and they’re facing away from her, but she still manages to pull the chair next to them and meekly sits down.

A minute later the person next to her lifts their head and turns to look at her. It’s a boy with dark eyes and hair. He has a nice complexion. He looks familiar and she’s trying to put a name to the face when the corner of his lips turn and suddenly it’s like she’s staring straight at the sun and she forgot what she was thinking about before.

Hey.”

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before her.

thank you @justholdinghandsok for checking it for me! <3

you think you’re in love. that girl nancy, she is nice, you like spending time with her, she’s funny and sexy as hell. you could spend all nights long fucking her. you don’t talk much but it doesn’t matter. you’re not good with words, she works with her body, not with her mouth… scratch that, she works great with her mouth but she says only one word. it’s your name when she comes. your friends don’t mind her but they don’t like when she hangs around. they find her irritating and boring when she’s trying to put her hand in your pants when you’re all together in a bar. she gets drunk very quickly but that works for you. she’s easier this way. you don’t have to talk, you can fuck all night and then she sleeps through whole day and you get to enjoy the silence. it’s a perfect agreement between you two and you think it’s love.

until she breaks up with you.

that’s when you realize you were in a relationship with no love involved. it doesn’t hurt the way it’s supposed to, you’re not sad, you don’t drink yourself stupid, you’re not even mad at her. you both end up in bed, to say goodbye in your favorite language. then she packs her things, kisses you goodbye and leaves with her older brother, who’s always hated you. you wave them goodbye, sit at your desk and write a new chapter to your book. she’s worth mentioning.

you think you’re in love when you meet carole. she’s a little bit crazy and she talks a little bit too much but you don’t mind. it’s a nice change to hear some words. nancy was only moaning your name, and with carole you can discuss politics. not that she has any idea about politics. but she’s against every rule in american law and that fascinates you. she only agrees in bed with you. you find a perfect way to communicate and yet again, your actions speak louder than words.

your friends accept her, they like when she comes to the parties with you. she’s fun to be with, she sings well and bakes delicious brownies. you’re kind of proud when your mother says she’s okay. no matter how old you are, your mother’s opinion is always the best. although she’s not that enthusiastic when you and carole visit her, she’s still smiling at you two. that’s something, you think.

it’s amazing how well women can lie. she looks into your eyes and swears she’s not fucking johnny and you believe her because why would she ever lie to you? you saw the truth in her pretty eyes and decided to screw it, you were happy and you wanted to trust her. you think you’re in love with carole so why would you ruin this?

one day you come home earlier than she thought and you see them together in your bed. you’ve never heard anyone speaking so fast and dressing up the same time. she apologizes, begs you to stay, cries her heart out. she promises you johnny doesn’t matter and johnny’s still there, laying in your bed, not knowing what to do. so you shrug and smile at them. you wish them well, grab your keys and walk out. you call her later that day and tell her to pack her things. once again, you wish her good luck with johnny and she calls you a son of a bitch for letting go of her so quickly.

that’s when you realize you weren’t in love with her. you let go so quickly and the very next day you don’t remember her face.

you don’t mention her in your book.

there’s another girl that a name you don’t even remember. she’s nice but only until she says she’s married and her husband is screwing her best friend. you don’t want to be a part of this messed up situation so you fuck her one night and you let her sleep by your side for a few days and then you tell her to go talk to her husband. she sends you a christmas card and thanks you for fixing her marriage. you feel kind of proud.

after cindy you decide to stop. you need a break from women, they just drive you crazy. you focus on your job and writing, you start acting and somehow you’re good. people want to hire you, you go from one audition to another and you get roles and you make your mother proud.

thanks to one movie you meet vicky and you think you fall in love. she’s kind of perfect. she’s tall and blonde, she makes every guy crazy. you’re so lucky, that’s what all of your friends say. you feel the same, to be honest. she’s the most beautiful of all the women you’ve ever been with. she makes you smile whenever she comes to your apartment. you spend hours on talking, kissing, fucking. she makes you dinners and you take her to the movies. you support each other on auditions. you comfort each other when you don’t get the roles. it’s a perfect relationship, you think. all of your friends love her and you think you may too.

she’s the one who tells you to go to this audition. you’re not so sure about it, you want to be mature, play in mature movies. you don’t find a show about aliens any kind of interesting. you tell her that many times but she says that it can be fun. she wants to go to the audition with you but you tell her not to. you don’t want to work with her, it could ruin your perfect relationship.

vicky calls your agent and tells her that you said yes. so you agree to go to that stupid audition. you practice and you just don’t feel it. the character is a weirdo, the scene is not interesting, the show is lame. it’s going to be just pilot, no one’s gonna buy that.

she drives you to the studio and kisses you to make you feel better. you don’t but at least she tried.

“you’re gonna be great.” she tells you and gives you an encouraging smile. you wanna say you know you’re gonna be great but the show’s gonna suck but you bite your tongue. she really believes in you and you think that after everything, you owe her that.

you get out of a car and take a deep breathe. you can do this, you whisper to yourself and step in to the studio. it’s pretty nice and there are some people murmuring to themselves, repeating the lines you know practically by heart.

you look around and you see some pretty girls. they smile and wink at you and you chuckle. if only you weren’t with vicky, you could easily find replacement for her. you could get lost in one or another’s arms. you smile at them and sit on one of the plastic chairs. you read the script once and twice and you get bored. you start walking around the hallway again and focus on your plans after the audition.

one girl starts talking to you at some point but she’s totally boring and you just smile and nod. you start looking around the room once again and that’s when your heart stops beating.

and then it starts beating faster than ever.

and that’s when your hands start trembling and sweating.

that’s when you see her.

demon!jungkook;

Originally posted by rudesuga

a/n: “Could you do a Jungkook scenario where he transforms into a demon and then you too meet and you understand he’s different? You’re like best friends and then he turns you too and says that he loves you Thank you 💖” -anonalso slightly basing this off blue exorcist heh, and happy halloween!!

  • this isn’t really an au bc jungkook is a demon
  • ok ok ok so the thing about kook is that his mother was a demon and his father was human
  • the two met and you know they did their thing and jungkook wasn’t supposed to happen, it was pretty rare for human babies to survive in the womb of a demon and vice versa, but jungkook was a special case
  • immediately when he was born four months later (demon babies grow fast lmao), his parents knew there was something special about him
  • half demon babies that live genuinely have a 50/50 chance of coming out either human or demon
  • unfortunately, it was hard to tell in youth which one you had ended up with

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Dancing in the Moonlight (m)


Word Count: 4,607

Warning: Namjoon smut

If there were a way for you to escape responsibility, you’d gladly accept, whatever the consequences might be.

“Now smile and hold your head up high,” the voice behind you says drowning with sternness and expectations.

“Yes, mother.”

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I’ve only known you for just over a month but I can already tell that you’re going to be special to me. Simply by the way that we stayed up exploring the empty streets until midnight, talking about whatever came into our heads before the train journey home and how difficult it was to say goodbye, even though I would be seeing you again in about 8 hours. I could tell by the way your smile grew every time I mentioned something that we both have in common and the grip on my arm when you got excited. I think you have really pretty eyes.

- V22

Haze (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

a/n: when y/n comes up short in terms of money, Luke offers another term of payment…

 “I’m not going to buy your drugs for you,” I cut Calum off as he begged me. “Please Y/N, I just need you to do this. Mikey is out of town, otherwise I would have him do it,” he continued to follow me around my apartment. “Calum, seriously. Just go pick them up yourself,” I was not about to get stuck in the middle of some weed fest. “Here’s the thing, I would,” Calum paused, “Except that Luke Hemmings hates me. A lot.” Luke Hemmings was a kid in my art class. He belonged to one of the fraternities on campus and was mostly known for his dark appearance. The tattoos and ripped skinny jeans didn’t go unnoticed around a college full of city kids. He apparently was also well known for holding grudges. Especially against boys who weren’t in his frat. (i.e, Calum) “I’m sure he doesn’t hate you Calum, stop being a baby,” I rolled my eyes. “I slept with his girlfriend,” Calum crossed his arms over his chest, giving me a challenging look. I stopped my movements, looking up at the idiot in front of me. “Well damn, that wasn’t smart of you. Should have though about your precious weed before you pissed off your dealer,” I teased. “Y/N, please,” Calum was no where near being done begging me. His hands were clasped in front of his chest and he was wearing his best puppy dog face. The same face he used to use on his mom when she wouldn’t let him come over to my house for the night when we were kids.
 “What’s in it for me?” I asked, starting to reconsider. “What do you want?” Calum asked, looking hopeful. “I want your jeep,” I smirked. Calum was in love with his jeep, he wouldn’t split with that for the world. “Absolutely not,” he chuckled at my absurd request, shaking his head. “Then you’ll have to wait until Michael gets back in town,” I shrugged, taking a sip from my tea. “That’s like a week!” Calum whined. I shrugged, not sympathizing. “Fine, fine, here’s a compromise. You can borrow my jeep whenever you want for the rest of the semester. And I’ll pay you like a hundred bucks or something,” Calum had his hand wrapped around my arm, clearly desperate. I hesitated, pondering over his request. “Fair enough Hood. Just give me the address and I’ll take your lovely jeep over there and get it,” I grinned as he danced around my living room in victory. “God bless you, you’re the best friend ever!” Calum cupped my face in both hands before pressing a sloppy kiss on my forehead. “Easy tiger,” I pressed my palms against his chest, giggling at his antics. “You can go to his frat house tomorrow night at like 9:30,” Calum scribbled out the address for me on a piece of paper and stuck it on my fridge. “Ugh that’s so late,” I whined, pouting at Calum. Rolling his eyes he leaned against the counter, “Okay how about if you go late tomorrow night I’ll take you out for lunch on Sunday. Deal?” “Okay fine.” “Jesus woman, you are costing me big money and you aren’t even my girlfriend,” Calum complained, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack. “Hey, I could just not go tomorrow,” I called after him. “Y/N, I’m counting on you,” Calum pleaded. “I know, I’m teasing. I’ll get you your precious stuff don’t worry,” I blew him a kiss as he left, letting the door slam shut behind him. 

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 Pulling up to the old frat house I parked the jeep and got out. It looked dead, and there was only one other car in the driveway. Just as I was about ring the doorbell, the front door opened, revealing a tall, shirtless figure. “Hey princess, I heard you were coming.” Prying my gaze away from his toned and tatted torso, I looked up at his face.“You’re Michael’s friend yeah?” he stepped back, gesturing for me to come in. “Yeah, I’m Y/N,” I offered an uneasy smile. “I know, you’re in my art class,” Luke smiled at me. “I wasn’t sure if you knew, considering we’ve never spoken,” I rambled, clearly nervous. “I remember a pretty face when I see one,” he winked at me. “Oh,” I was taken aback at his compliment, “Thank you?” it came out more lie a question than a statement.  “How much is he paying you to do this?” Luke chuckled, sensing my uneasiness. “Not nearly enough,” I mumbled under my breath, taking a look around the frat house. Couches were pushed to the walls to give as much open space as possible. There was a large TV mounted on the wall, well equipped with an xbox and wii. Despite the faint smell of coffee and dirty socks, it was remarkably clean for a frat house full of boys. “I’m not going to hurt you, love,” Luke smiled at me, flashing his dimples. “I didn’t say you were going to,” I defended myself. “Your eyes said it all,” Luke laughed quietly, leading me into the back bedroom. There was old grunge music playing quietly in the background, making me feel more at ease. “Nice taste in music,” I complimented, mouthing along the the words of Nirvana as I followed Luke. I waited in the doorway as Luke reached into the closet, rifling around before pulling out several baggies of weed. Just as he was about to hand it to me he stopped. “Hold on,” He held up a finger. “What?” I crossed my arms over my chest, causing Luke’s gaze to drop down to my chest for a split second before refocusing. I really just wanted to get the drugs back to Calum so I could get this whole thing out of my mind. “I thought Michael was out of town?” Luke eyed me suspiciously. He played with his lip ring as I came up with a quick answer. “Yeah, I’m picking this up for him,” I shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalant. “And what are you going to do with it?” Luke interrogated me. he was standing closer to me now and I could smell his strong cologne, engulfing me in his scent. “I’m holding onto it until he gets back,” I stated as though it was the most obvious thing. “And he trusts you not to smoke it all without him? Damn, that’s trust,” Luke looked shocked, “How long have you guys been dating?” I tried not to laugh, “Oh we’re not dating.” “You’re just friends?” I nodded. “Hmm, weird,” Luke didn’t seem so sure but he didn’t press the issue. “Hey I’m just the carrier, I don’t know what his thought process is,” I held my hands up in defense. “Okay, well these two are going to be $100,” Luke held his hand out. “$100? He told me $75,” I held up the bills, just out of Luke’s reach. “Well it’s a hundred,” Luke sassed me. “Yeah well then you’ll just have to wait for Michael to get back in town before you guys can do your little swap then,” I rolled my eyes. “I’d like to have the money today,” Luke argued. “Too bad pretty boy,” I shrugged, ready to leave. Luke licked his lips slowly, watching me.
 “Unless,” he started slowly. I raised my eyebrows, interested in what he was going to propose. “I might have another way you can…pay your dues,” Luke hinted, smirking down at me. He leaned against the wall, his hand right next to my head. I knew exactly what he was suggesting and I smirked up at him, “You offer this to all your clients?” I teased. “Only the pretty girls,” Luke smiled down at me. “Smooth one Hemmings,” I giggled, shaking my head at his attempt to get his way. “It’s working though, isn’t it,” he grinned, moving his body closer to mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, causing me to act against my better judgement. “Maybe just a little,” I admitted, blushing slightly as I looked up into his bright eyes. “So what do you say princess?” his lips were right next to my ear, his breath fanning over my neck and causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. “Promise when we’re done I can just get my shit for Michael and leave?” I questioned, holding up my pinky finger. “Whatever you want babe,” Luke giggled softly, holding up his own pinky. After hooking fingers, I draped my arm around the back of his neck and his hands found my waist, holding me against his body. “I’ll take this as a yes then,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. I tilted my chin up, connecting my lips with his.
 He moved backwards towards the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. His lips never left mine as he walked me back towards the bed. Sliding his warm hands up my sides, he carried my shirt up and pulled back from the kiss just enough to tug my top over my head. Gently pushing me back against the bed, Luke’s fingers hooked onto the hem of my jeans. Fumbling slightly with the button and the zipper, he pushed them down my legs. As his hands roamed my nearly naked body, his lips attached to my neck. Sucking down hard he left dark purple and deep red marks in his wake, moving his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. My hands tangled in his hair, holding his lips against my hot skin. “L-Luke,” I moaned out quietly. Letting go of his hair I let my hands trail down his chest to the top of his sweatpants, running my fingers along the waistband of his boxers that were poking out the top. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, sliding across the skin just below. Pulling my hand back out I snapped the elastic back against his stomach, making Luke hiss in slight pain. I palmed him through his sweatpants, earning a throaty groan from Luke as his forehead fell against my chest. I grabbed onto the band of his sweatpants and tugged them down his long legs. There was already an obvious bulge in his black boxers from the light teasing and I smirked to myself. Luke reached around my back and unclipped my bra, slipping it off and tossing it across the bedroom. His hands were on my chest immediately, kneading my breasts in his hands. I continued to tease him over his boxers, feeling him grow under my touch. “Fuck Y/N,” he moaned, “I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep doing that.” His hands wrapped around my wrists, halting my movements. Moving down the bed he hooked his fingers around my underwear, pulling them off my body and dropping them onto the ground with the rest of our clothing. Kissing down my stomach, I could feel the cold metal from his lip ring in great contrast to the heat of my skin. Stopping just before he reached where I need him most, he sat up and yanked his boxers off, his hard length slapping against his stomach. I nearly moaned at the sight of it, biting down on my bottom lip to contain myself. Luke ran his fingers up my slit, pressing his thumb down on my clit. “Already so wet princess,” he smirked down at me.
“Please don’t tease,” I whined, my hands gripping the sheets as he continued to run his fingers along my folds. Bringing his hand up, he cleaned off his fingers before running them along my lips. I caught his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them and he watched my closely. Pulling his fingers out of my mouth he moved his hand to hold himself above me. Pumping himself a few times he lined up with my entrance, “Ready baby girl?” I nodded. He used one hand to guide himself in, filling me up completely. I let out a deep breath as I felt him stretching my walls.
“Fuck,” I moaned out, my back arching up off of the mattress. Luke began moving his hips back and forth against mine, letting out small grunts. My nails raked down his back leaving red scratches in their path.
“Shit, baby,” Luke breathed out as I clenched my walls around him. He brought one hand down to rub figure eights on my clit. “I’m so close, Luke, fuck,” I moaned out, feeling my high coming down on me. “I know baby, come on,” Luke urged, continuing his thrusts, brushing over my g-spot. He leaned his head down, pressing kisses on my neck again, lightly sucking on the tender skin. I dug my nails into his biceps as I came, moaning out his name so it echoed off the walls of the bedroom. He pulled out, tugging on his length a few times before releasing into his hand. “Shit,” he panted, sweat coating his forehead.
I sat up on my elbows, brushing my hair out of my face, “Enough of a payment?” I teased. Luke laughed, rolling onto the bed next to me, “I don’t know. I might need a round two, just to make up for tax.” I giggled at his statement, “that’s the nerdiest thing anyone has ever said to me after sex.” “There’s a first for everything princess,” Luke winked at me, pulling his boxers on. Maybe it was something about the way it rolled off his tongue, but I could listen to Luke call me princess forever. 

  Glancing over at him, I noticed his eyes were closed. I wasn’t sure if I should stay, so I moved off the bed in search of my clothes. Just as I was pulling my underwear on his voice piped up, “You can stay princess. If you want.” I jumped, tripping over his sweatpants that were laying on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, laughing at myself. Luke couldn’t control his laughter as he leaned up on his elbows, “You good down there?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I brushed him off, biting my bottom lip. He reached a hand down towards me and pulled me back into bed with him, “I think you need some sleep baby girl.” I giggled quietly. Luke pulled up one of the bedsheets over our half naked bodies, pulling me into his side. I rested my head on his chest and he let his hand linger on my ass.“Night princess,” he mumbled. Yeah, I could get used to the pet names.

~~~~~~

 The bedroom door banged against the wall, startling me from my sleep. “Fuck,” Luke groaned, shifting in bed. I pushed my self up on my elbows, still face down on the bed. Luke rolled over, burying his head into the pillow, trying to ignore whoever was standing in his doorway. “Lucas Robert Hemmings! You’re so fucked mister!” Oh shit.

part two?

The Hunger Games AU

 Ashton

You think he might be the only blessing in the hell you’ve been sentenced to.

It was no secret that he’d captured the heart of not only the Capital, but several of the districts when he himself had won four years ago at age seventeen. The boy with the golden eyes who remained so beautiful even when his skin was tainted with blood and his smile twisted into madness.

Ashton Irwin was everybody’s golden boy, the champion loved by all. And he was your angel sent to help you survive the Hunger Games.

“It’s my job to get you out alive.” He tells you when you first meet, a grin on his face which is quickly replaced by a smirk. “And believe me baby, I’ll give it a good go.”

He, of course, doesn’t forget about George, the male tribute who’d been destined to the same fate as yourself. And he helps him, he really does. He gives him the advice he gives you, teaching him the secrets you both so desperately needed.

But when it came down to it, Ashton would choose you to save over George. 

“I don’t think I’m supposed to have favourites.” He mumbled lowly into your ear one night, pulling you to the side after George had wandered off to bed. “But you’re making that hard for me baby.”

“I’m not a baby.” You’d replied, looking at him defiantly, causing him to smirk.

“Yeah you are.” He grinned. “But you’re my baby, and you’re going to win for me.”

And you soon realise that he’s the one you’re trying for. Of course you want to go home, you want to see your family and provide for them in Victor’s Village, you want to live. But you also don’t want to let him down. You don’t want to disappoint him.

You don’t want to lose him.

The boy with the golden eyes who trained you to be a killer. The boy with the soothing voice who taught you to be a winner. The boy with the reassuring smile who, quite possibly, taught you how to love.

“You got a ten baby.” He grinned, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you lay together on a sofa. “And Caesar did a fine job at making sure they love you. Not that you needed his help, you’d have been great on your own. Getting you sponsors will be easy.”

“Are you sure? I mean, the Careers…”

“They’ve got nothing on you baby. And besides, you think I’m letting you get away?”

He’s what you think of when you step onto the metal plate. His laughter ringing in your ears rather, his smile clouding your vision. And as you’re suddenly blinded, the arena forced into your view, his final words to you echo through your thoughts.

“Win this for me baby, then be my golden girl.”

And as the gong rings, you slip into the perfect killer he’s turned you into, desperate to get back to the closest thing to an angel you’ll ever meet.

Michael

He made it all a little more bearable.

From his very first greeting, that very first smirk. His brightly coloured hair and the intricate patterns on his arms that stood out so starkly from his pale skin had worried you, but the second he’d opened his mouth you knew he was different from the stereotypical Capital stylists you’d heard of.

“She needs to be beautiful.” Someone hissed.

“She needs to be a killer.” Another replied.

“She needs to be a winner.” He’d sighed, entering the room with his eyes on you. “Don’t you Princess?”

Michael was the reason you won over so many people. District Seven, although liked well enough, was never anybodies favourite. Until Michael made them pay attention to you.

“Look great. Capture their attention. They remember you, you’ve got a shot. And like I said Princess, you need to be a winner.”

It was his work that made you so popular. His words of encouragement that geared you up before you entered the arena. His smile and laugh that kept you going.

It was his arms you collapsed into when you won.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it Princess?”

And his hair was a different colour, another pretty drawing on his arm you didn’t recognise. But his eyes were still green and his smile was still the same and he was still rooting for you even though you’d already won.

“Now comes the fun bit.” He smiled sympathetically, pulling you by the hand to stand in front of a mirror. “You should smile Princess. Makes you even more prettier than you are.”

“It doesn’t feel like fun when I just killed four people, and another nineteen are dead so I can be here.” You’d whispered, your eyes finding his. He wrapped an arm around you comfortingly, his lips, which were pink enough for him to not have fallen into the habit of painting them another ridiculous colour, brushing your hair.

“It doesn’t make you a bad person.” He breathed. “And I’m certainly grateful that you came out of there. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m rather fond of you Princess.”

And it was his smile that kept you going as you had to face the families of those whose blood you’d spilt. It was him you thought of when you couldn’t cope. The way he scrunched up his nose when he didn’t like something, the way he giggled when you were so blunt about things you shouldn’t be.

It was him that, slowly, helped you become ok with yourself again.

“You’re smiling Princess.” He’d mused, causing you to look up from what you were doing. “You should do it more.”

“You should be around more.” You’d replied, making him grin.

“Who else would help you look good?”

And the red in your ledger doesn’t seem so bad when you have Michael twirling you in a pretty dress. 

Luke

With the inevitability of death constantly looming, you thought this was probably a better way to go.

He was stunning. His blond hair, although matted with mud and stuck to his forehead was almost golden again in the sunlight, his blue eyes shining, And his lip was curled and his teeth bared, but you could imagine how beautiful he’d be if he smiled. His physique gave away that he was one of the pets, you hadn’t needed the constant reminders that he was from District Two for you to remember he was who most people wanted to win.

You think that if you had to die in here, you’d rather it be at the hands of someone as gorgeous as him.

He has you pinned to the tree, one hand on your throat and the other gripping his knife. In all honesty, you’d seen the way he’d been using the small blade, not just killing the other tributes but using it to help him find food, and you were impressed. It was no surprise he’d scored and eleven, making your seven look measly.

“You’ve only got three left after this.” You mutter, the hand you had on his wrist loosening slightly so your fingertips on grazed his skin. “And we both know you won’t have a problem getting rid of them. You’ll easily defeat the little one from ten, he’s only still around because he had the guy from nine, who died this morning. I’m assuming that was you as well?”

He doesn’t respond, his eyebrows furrowing at the speech you were giving him.

“Then, that leaves the girl from one and the guy from four. Don’t underestimate the girl, she might surprise you. I don’t doubt you’ll win though. So like I said, kill me and you’ve got three left. Could you do it quickly though? I’d rather get this over with.”

He blinks at you; once, twice, three times. The snarl on his lips slowly disappeared into a look of confusion, and suddenly he looks innocent, just a normal eighteen year old boy, not the dangerous killer he’d become. His hold on your throat lessons ever so slightly.

“You think I can win?” He asks, and you can’t tell if it’s hope or eagerness or disappointment in his voice.

“Everybody knows you can win.”

His eyes are wide and his guard is down and for a second you think about trying to take him on. But then you remember the knife in his hand and the look in his eyes when he trapped you, and you begin to make a list of people you love in your head you wished you’d been able to give a proper goodbye to.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He whispers, and you forget to breath for a second at his words. “You’re beautiful and funny and I don’t want to kill anyone any more. Especially you.”

His hand leaves your throat and his knife hangs by his side and you can barely register what’s going on as he’s stepping away from you. His words are quiet and pleading and honest, something you hadn’t expected from the people’s champion. But his eyes are innocent and almost childlike, and you can’t help but watch in amazement as he retreats.

“Maybe you’ll win pretty girl.” He calls, actually sending you a smile that only confuses you even more. “You can talk your way out of death.”

“You’ll have to kill me eventually you know.” You tell him, finally finding your voice. He only grins, even chuckling slightly.

“Not if I can help it.”

Calum

It’s a cruel joke. A nightmare you are yet to wake up from.

Because there’s just no way it’s Calum, your Calum, who’s going to be this year’s District Six male tribute. It has to be a terrible dream.

And any second now you’ll wake up to a regular day. You’ll have lunch with Calum and smile and laugh and be happy and carefree and you definitely won’t have to worry about the reaping because there’s no way either or your names are going to be pulled out. Any second now you’ll wake up and have all the time you want to be with Calum, your best friend, the idiot boy who boldly stated he didn’t like trains on your first day of school, who used to hide behind you even though he was so much taller because he didn’t want the other boys to tease him.

But it isn’t a joke and it isn’t a nightmare and Calum’s walking up towards the stage with shaky legs and tears in his eyes to stand beside the girl who he might have to kill in order to come home.

And somehow his eyes find yours in the crowd, desperately trying to take in the sight of you before he’s being dragged inside the Justice Building and you collapse to the floor sobbing. His sister finds you, her own tears falling as she clings to your hand, the pair of you scared for the boy you adored.

They give you five minutes with him, five minutes to say your goodbyes.

And his arms are around you and you’re face is buried in his neck and neither of you really know what to do, how to live without the other.

“We’ve wasted a whole minute.” He whispers, pulling back to look at you. He smiles weakly, and you desperately try to stop crying. “You look after yourself.”

“Cal you have to win.” You beg, clutching to him as if it means he can’t be taken away. “You have to fight and you have to win and you have to come home to me. Promise.”

He sighs, kissing you gently, which takes you by surprise, but you kiss him back all the same. He pulls away with a sad smile.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that,” He whispers, his grip on you tightening.

“Stop it. You’re saying goodbye. You’re going to win and come hime so you don’t need to say goodbye.”

“Angel…”

Please Calum.” You’re chest is tight and the old nickname only makes things worse, the time you have together almost over. “Come home. For me. I need you.”

He nods, kissing you again. The door opens behind you and you’re dragged apart, tears in both your eyes and emptiness in both your hearts.

“Promise!” You yell as they pull you away from him, and he manages to send you a smile and a nod.

“Promise!” He shouts back as the door slams shut, separating you from the boy you loved.

And the dread you’ve been feeling since his name was called consumes you, taking over and filling your thoughts with doubt about ever seeing Calum again, worry that he wouldn;t be in your life any more.

But most of all, it’s fear that you have to watch the boy who didn’t like trains be taken to his death on one.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Blackinnon hasn't met until they're about 28/29 and Sirius has ended up being a single parent a few years ago and now him and Marlene have started rather serious relationship and Marlene meets Sirius' little child (I'd prefer a girl) the first time and they're both really nervous (which is totally unnecessary because Marlene and the child hit it off right away)

A/N: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS TYPE OF PROMPTS, they are so cute I might die


When Marlene and Sirius started shagging, she thought that he was a married man. He didn’t have a ring but he was always really strict with his schedule and very, very secretive with his private life. She didn’t care though; Marlene never expected that their relationship would be more than just a brief fling.


However, it became more and more intense until one day, he dropped the bomb: he wasn’t married but he had a child, a five year old girl named Amelia. He met the girl’s mother, a muggle woman whose name was Evelyn, in a pub and shagged that same day. They were both so drunk that they forgot to use protection and, four months later, the woman showed up in Sirius’ flat and told him everything.


They became friends and he helped her throughout the whole pregnancy. Amelia was born and lived with her mother until Evelyn was diagnosed with cancer and died two months later.


At first, Marlene was surprised. Sirius didn’t seem the type of man who would have a child but she certainly didn’t mind. The way he talked about his daughter simply made Marlene’s heart melt; he talked about her like a proper proud father.


“I would like to meet her” she said one afternoon as her index moved softly through his naked chest.

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I look for reasons not to trust people and
i look for reasons not to trust him
and
i look for reasons to miss our movie date
like it’s too cold or I got sick because
there’s no way this could end well

happy endings are only for girls with pretty smiles and nice hands
and
my hands are always shaking
and
i don’t smile as much anymore
and
he deserves someone who won’t look for ways to leave him.

—  im not sure I’m ready for this again– Lily Rain
I heard you were doing good from an old friend of ours, she said that you found a really pretty girl and that she helped you smile again. It’s only been 2 months.I heard you were doing good from an old friend of ours she said,the girl you always spoke about when we were together is now the one that holds you when your stumbling away drunk from a party, she said you never say my name anymore and when you do it leaves a venomous taste on your lip that she kisses away. I wonder what you’ve heard about me? I still say your name the same way the wolf sings to the moon, I guess what I’m trying to say Is, I still call your name hoping you’d answer,telling me midnight has always been your favourite time of day but you don’t. And eventually the sun rises and she calls for you and I hate to admit it but. oh,how the sun completes your skin.
—  I head you were doing good from an old friend
Source @hellasadbuthxllarad She is the sun and I’m the moon but who are you? The wolf or the birds of the morning sky?