The sounds of the city have become a muted thing, all she can hear is the rushing of her heartbeat, a crazy lub dub that fills her sight with stars.
Or maybe that’s just because she’s forgetting to breathe again.
Even the buffeting wind that encircles them is oddly quiet, a blessedly cold caress against her flushed cheeks.
But he’s here. His eyes are wide and curious and the prettiest shade of green. Almost exactly the color of sunlight drifting through leaves.
And she’ll lose her focus if she thinks anymore, because in stark contrast to his eyes, his smile is comforting. It’s a soft, little thing of warmth and encouragement.
Her reality cements itself again when Chat Noir gives her the most earnest thumbs up, the material of his suit is so blatantly loud as he shifts awkwardly.
She gathers up all the courage settled into her dots, the thing that’s decidedly a part of Ladybug and not Marinette.
Her cheeks burn and the words fall out with a vague rush of relief. She shuts her eyes, lets her dry lips stretch and contort to shape what she needs to say.
“Sorry, I know it’s really sudden and all…but I…I really, really like you. For a long time…a-actually…oh god.”
Her eyes are still screwed shut, and this time the stars she sees are from that rather than lack of air. She wonders if she can make a wish on these ones, considering Paris is too bright to ever see real ones.
His soft laughter causes that same familiar pain to lance through her, she wrings her hands in agitation and irritation mixed with all her affection tinges her words.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She chides, closing the distance between them, and with a strangely Herculean effort, punches him casually on the shoulder.
He chuckles a bit more, rubbing at his arm.
“I’m not…not at you…not exactly, Ladybug. It’s just you always close your eyes. It looks really painful. But at least you didn’t call him ‘beautiful boy’ this time around.”
He seems to notice her underlying discomfort and thinks she’s genuinely still worried about this night’s rehearsal. He takes it in the way she wants him to.
(And in the way she really doesn’t.)
And like always, he makes her confidence a priority. His encouragement is the farthest thing from false.
(Even if it hurts…oh so much…that she’s practicing these confessions for some other person.)
He places his hands on her small shoulders, his smile is that a little more mellow, a whole lot more sweet as he looks down at her.
He thinks that she should really keep her eyes open during her confession. Because they’re such a starkly bluebell blue, that he thinks, no matter who she confesses to with those shining bright eyes, they’ll say yes.
He would in a heartbeat. Or less.
But her feelings aren’t for him. There for some mystery person. Someone who makes her stutter and devolve back into the adorable politeness that was his classmate…
“Marinette…you should really have more faith in yourself. Honestly, you’re ready. You’ve been ready to make that confession for a while now. I don’t think we need to practice every day now.”
She vehemently shakes her head, and her eyes are narrowed in dogged refusal to listen to him.
“I need more time. Maybe on…Christmas of next year.”
“You really…really need to see that you’re already there, Marinette…and that’s like,” He takes a moment to tally up the time, before humming in frustration. “That’s twenty months away. You can’t keep putting this off.”
But there’s this sick twisted part of him that wants her to feel just a little unsure. That wants her to keep fake confessing to him…just so he can pretend for a few more nights that the girl he loves, loves him too.
Still, her uncertainty runs deep. It seems to be a part of her own bones, lacing through her just as surely as her kindness does.
He can’t promise that the object of her affections will return her feelings…but he can promise her that she’ll be fine if they don’t. After all, he’s currently an expert on an unrequited love. Except she’s got a lot more gumption that he does and she’s been practicing.
She’s still shaking her head, although a bit dizzy by now and he sees the edge of mischief curling her lips.
He moves his hands to cradle her cheeks, thumbs laid just over the edge of her mask. It takes effort not to move his fingers, not to trace the planes of her precious face.
But he does it, and she’s still trying to shake her head in jest, straining gently against his careful hold.
“You’re the worst bobble head ever.” He snorts, and tries to catch her gaze with earnest joy. “But no matter what you want to do, you’ll be great. You can mess up. It’s totally fine. Whatever happens, it wasn’t you. That person just wasn’t…the right one at that time.”
She stops shaking her head long enough to catch the seriousness of his tone, and he has to look away before those pretty blues drown him in curiosity.
Because under no circumstances will he allow their friendship to be ruined because he couldn’t control his emotions.
His hands fall away quickly from her, fiddling with the trailing end of his tail as he finishes his point.
“You’ve…you got this, Marinette.” He says gently, and even beyond her Ladybug suit, he sees the way his encouragement helps. The way she stands a little bit taller. The way the energy of her hope seems to make even her ribbons perk up a bit.
“Thanks…Adrien. It really…it really means a lot. I’m so happy.” She answers back…and somehow she doesn’t sound entirely truthful.
She doesn’t sound happy, but Chat decides to attribute that to lingering uncertainty.
(And for once, she wishes her cat was more observant.)
But the night devolves into a gentle, easy conversation. Ending with him scribbling down the answers to the physics homework for her with a half hearted complaint.
“These only cover your butt for the homework. You’re actually going to have to learn the concepts for the test.”
She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.
“So what if I take the path of least resistance?” She remarks, picking her away from around the chimney stack and beginning to swing her yoyo to begin her journey home.
“Did you just make a joke about circuits? Ohm my god….” He deadpans, his grin turning into one that is absolutely shit-eating.
She laughs sweetly, and waves at him over her shoulder…eager to leave before he catches the harsh beating of her heart.
(And he watches her arc through the sky, a streak of red luck breaking through the winter haze with his heart in his throat. His fingers still tremble, regretting everything.)
She knows she’s being entirely selfish.
She knows she’s being entirely stupid.
But there was a culmination of circumstances that had lead to her current conundrum
And that word happened to start with a C too. Chat Noir..who was Adrien Agreste…who as Chat Noir..
The reveal is inconsequential. How it happened is anticlimactic at best and underwhelming at worst.
She had pieced it together before him. It had been an amalgamation of overly specific puns and a shared reference that only the two of them could have known.
He’d found her out after they’d both gone into the same broom closet to transform…the strangest of liminal spaces encasing two confused heroes and two giggling kwamis.
Another story for another time.
For now, what matters is that the reveals had lead to a better friendship. A relationship the spans both sides of their coins. A person with whom they could share everything.
Well, almost everything. She can’t very well tell Adrien that she’s loved him since day two. She can’t tell him that now her first love and her almost love have coalesced into one wonderfully flawed and dorky boy.
So she lies. Sort of.
She tells him that she likes someone in school.
He asks if he knows them.
She shrugs and says she thinks so.
He asks about their hobbies and what they look like.
She resorts to nauseating poetry to throw him off.
Eyes the color of la Seine in winter. Hair that is woven from ambrosia. A smile made of sunbeams.
He laughs it all off, in a way that’s too easy…to casual for her to even fathom that he feels anything other than amusement.
She’s noticed…a miniscule change…but after the reveal, he’s less flirtatious as Chat. A lot more laid back and maybe just the tiniest bit more sarcastic.
A mark of friendship…something blessed and cursed at the same time.
So when she confesses, she’s not lying. She tells him everyday in various iterations how much she loves him…and he still has no idea she’s confessing to him.
It’s painful, but it’s a hurt of her own making.
Except for now…today is the day. She won’t lie anymore, because unfortunately she’s noticed the growing numbers of Valentine’s he’d received last month.
Because she’s noticed how much more at ease he is with girls that fawn over him and how much more familiar he is with everyone in class.
Because one day they’ll graduate and one day Hawkmoth will be defeated and her pride is stubborn enough not to let her confession happen because a man with a butterfly obsession threatens to throw her life into chaos.
It’s the same scene. The same cloudy haze and the same bright city.
The same stars she sees in her sight because she’s not breathing right, but she’s got no more time.
She’s silent for a bit, and it’s enough to prompt the usual encouragement.
“Hey…I’m really cheering for you.” Tumbles from his mouth when she feels it break.
Despite her months of practice, she still screws her eyes shut and practically shoves out her confession.
“Sorry I know I lie all the time, but I’ve lo..liked you for a long time…and I don’t want to hide anymore. I know I’ve messed up everything…I know you might not like me back, but I really…I really needed to tell that to you, Adrien.”
It’s only now that the volume has returned. The loud rushing sounds of traffic float up from below, the wailing of a boat horn in the distance…the brief, choked laughing that comes from him.
Beyond her vulnerability, anger and hurt make her eyes fly open. Make her fingers curl into fists and make her open her mouth to tell him to please realize that she’s being serious, but…
He stands there with a giant smile, a boy made a little bit of laughter and a little bit of tears, as he says-
The lovely @strawberrymilk4 requested: “Hello! I’ll like to make a request! So it would be Tom Holland x female
reader and they get into a huge argument and the reader leaves and then a few
hours pass and Tom gets super worried and texts and call her but she doesn’t
answer. And then there’s a storm and she come back like at 3 in the morning all
drenched in water and then Tom is freaking out and apologizing and it’s all
Fluffy and cute at the end?! Sorry if it’s so specific! But thank you anyways!💗💗”
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Some angsty feelings.
Word Count: 1, 668
Summary: The reader and her long time boyfriend Peter Parker get into a
huge fight and stir up quite the storm. (Essentially the request)
Seriously guys she is not okay when he leaves/dies
2) Lucy goes to find Aquarius’ Key and Natsu goes with because he promises never to leave her again. Happy obviously comes too. Gray and Erza and Wendy and Carla probably come too because they are cock blocks, but we love them anyway
Because Lucy never breaks a promise you guys
3) Gray FINALLY apologizes to Juvia and tells her how he feels because the war is over and HE PROMISED
That better not be your apology Gray! That shit is weak!
4)We finally find out why Natsu and Happy are blushing! And its about Lucy…
SPIT IT OUT ALREADY YOU GUYS…BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE ATTACKS!
5)Jerza. Jelly Bean Fernandez puts on his big boy pants and forgives himself (10 years of good deeds bro, yeah you were a dick, but you were tricked and you were like 9! We all see you are actively reformed - Love yourself you little bitch!) YOU DESERVE IT….
And ALSO ERZA DESERVES IT!
WEEE DESERVE IT!
5B) Also they get married and adopt Wendy…because that would be adorable and perfect (Strongest Family Like Ever)
6) Also Gale, Miraxus, MeldeyxLeon, LokeXAries, maybe some Charlie x Happy, give Lizanna a puppy. All the ships! We want this!
7) Nalu kiss.
Shut up Natsu. Screw and your forehead touches, you are obviously in love with your best friend and she just figured out she loves you back… ride off into the damn sunset!
8) 7 years pass and Lucy is reading all their adventures to her daughter/son from the books she has published…
Natsu falls asleep, but their kid is enthralled.
9) Lucy hands down Aquarius’ Key to her daughter.
Aquarius respects Lucy and give her daughter a hard time but loves her. (or the other way around lol)
’ Don’t you want to hear my excuse? ’
’ I’m thinkin’ of tryin’ out for a scholarship. ’
’ Eat… My… Shorts. ’
’ You just bought yourself another Saturday. ’
’ I’m going to have to check my calendar. ’
’ We’ll keep going. You want another one? ’
’ Instead of going to prison you’ll come here. ’
’ I’m doing society a favor. ’
’ You got it! You got another one right there! That’s another one pal! ’
’ You really think I give a shit? ’
’ You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you. ’
’ That the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, you hear me? ’
’ I have a home and I’m not about to throw it all away on some punk. ’
’ I’m gonna knock your dick in the dirt. ’
’ You threatening me? ’
’ What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone’s gonna believe you? ’
’ You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? ’
’ You’re a lying sack of shit and everybody knows it. ’
’ Let’s find out how tough you are. ’
’ I wanna know right now how tough you are. ’
’ Just take the first shot. I’m begging you, take a shot. ’
’ That’s what I thought. You’re a gutless turd. ’
’ Why do you have to insult everybody? ’
’ I’m being honest, asshole. ’
’ I would expect you to know the difference. ’
‘ I don’t think either one of them gives a shit about me. ’
’ It’s like they use me just to get back at each other. ’
’ Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. ’
’ Why’d you do that? ’
’ Were you truly disgusted with what I did with my lipstick? ’
’ Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all. ’
’ You’re a big coward. ’
’ I’m in the math club. ’
’ Well, you wouldn’t know, you don’t even know any of us. ’
’ Hey! Let’s watch the mouth, huh? ’
’ Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about? ’
’ What do you guys do in your club? ’
’ You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem. ’
’ Do you think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language. ’
’ Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place. ’
’ Why are you being so nice to me? ’
’ Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me? ’
’ You couldn’t ignore me if you tried. ’
’ If I lose my temper you’re totaled, man. ’
’ I hate having to go along with everything my friends say. ’
’ I want to congratulate you for being on time. ’
’ Excuse me, sir. I think there’s been a mistake. ’
’ I know it’s detention but I don’t think I belong in here. ’
’ I don’t have to run away and live in the street. ’
’ I’m a fucking idiot because I can’t make a lamp? ’
’ I’ll do anything sexual. I don’t need a million dollars to do it either. ’
’ I’m a nymphomaniac. ’
’ The only person I told was my shrink. ’
’ Do you have any idea how completely gross that is? ’
’ The first few times? You mean you did it more than once? ’
’ I’m not going to discuss my private life with total strangers. ’
’ Well, if you say you haven’t, you’re a prude. If you say you have, you’re a slut. ’
’ It’s kind of a double edged sword isn’t it? ’
’ I mean, don’t you want any respect? ’
’ Why don’t you just answer the question? ’
’ I’m not a nymphomaniac. I’m a compulsive liar. ’
’ Being bad feels pretty good, huh? ’
’ When you grow up, your heart dies. ’
’ It’s wrong to destroy literature. It’s such fun to read. ’
’ Hey, you’re not urinating in here, man. ’
’ Why didn’t you want me to know that you are a virgin? ’
’ Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl. ’
’ What do you care what I think anyway? ’
’ My God, are we gonna be like our parents? ’
’ Ah, you’d never make it. You don’t have any goals. ’
’ Are you a virgin? I’ll bet you a million dollars that you are. ’
’ Have you ever kissed a boy/girl on the mouth? ’
’ By the way, that clock’s 20 minutes fast. ’
’ You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor. ’
’ You’re pretty sexy when you get angry. ’
Prompt: Hal and readers wedding anniversary is coming up and they both forgot about it bc superhero business
Requested by: ANON
The alert on your phone wakes you up. Your first day sleeping in in months is effectively
ruined when you glance at the notification on the screen. You’re only partially satisfied to know that you had remembered to turn your alarm off, only to forget about this notification.
A minute later Hal’s phone goes off. You glance at your husband. He has his head sandwiched between the mattress and a pillow. You reach over him, pick up the phone, and see the exact same notification. You sigh before twisting and sending both phones under the mattress.
“Unh …” “We forgot our anniversary.”
Slowly the pillow is pulled off his head, and he turns to look at you, “Again?”
You nod, “We really need to set those notifications for the day before.”
He nods, “I knew I turned off the alarm.”
He lifts an arm and you snuggle into his side, “That’s the sixth year in a row.”
He kisses the top of your head, “We do fine on birthdays.”
You kiss his chest, “Should we do something?”
“How about sleep? We haven’t done that in a while.”
You nod, “I like that idea.”
“We can do dinner tonight.”
You sigh, and close your eyes, “We have a League meeting tonight.”
“Screw the League. Let’s go to dinner, and then go dancing. It’s been a long time since
we went dancing.”
“Send all complaints to the idiots trying to take over the world.”
“Sounds good. We can bum the important parts out of Spooky and John.”
A/n: I hope this was
okay? Still getting a feel for writing for Sirius, and I’ve never been around
drunk people and I’ve never been drunk so I don’t know how they act? This is
sort of how I think Sirius would act if he was drunk around someone he liked.
Title: Druken Love
Y/n sighs as the noise around her prevents her from fully
investing in the book in her lap. She shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable
as she focuses her eyes on the book. Before she gets a chance to read a full
sentence, another boy plops down on the seat next to her, sloppily throwing his
arm over her shoulder.
“Hey there hotstuff,” the boy slurs, playing it up with a
lazy wink. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these parties…”
“Yeah, well I’ve been to them.” She says, glancing over at
him briefly. “I just keep to myself usually…which I’m actually trying to do right now, so if you don’t min-” the boy cuts
her off by waving his hand in the air.
“Well a girl like you
shouldn’t be by herself if you know
what I mean?” Another wink from the boy, and y/n’s anger rises slightly.
“Yes, I know what you
mean, I’m not daft! Now, I’d really appreciate it if you could leave me
alone. Please?” Y/n tries to make her voice sound as polite as possible, but
some venom still manages to seep through. The boy laughs and holds his hands up
defensively, shaking his head.
“Look, darling, I was just trying to show you a-”
voice booms from across the room, and he stomps over clumsily, a half
empty bottle in his hand. “Did you just call y/n darling?” He hisses, wasting no time in grabbing the boy’s shirt
and yanking him up. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares up at Sirius, his hands
still up in the air, but n from fear.
“I didn’t mean anything of it mate, I swear!” Sirius lets go
of his shirt, and the poor boy scrambles away quickly.
Y/n stares up at Sirius with one eyebrow raised. “You didn’t
have to be so rude to him Sirius.” He glances down at her, his face in a
slightly pout as he crashes onto the spot next to her, resting his head on her
shoulders. She quickly grabs the bottle from his hand and sets it on the table
before he spills it on himself-or her.
“I know, it just…they’re all flirting with you, Y/n. All the
time, constantly.” Sirius lets out a loud sigh. Y/n frowns slightly.
“It really doesn’t bother me that much, Siri, it’s fine.”
She says softly, placing her hand on top of his.
“It bothers me
y/n!” Sirius hisses, turning his face so he can meet her gaze. “All of them
coming up and hitting on you…the way they look
at you- it’s like they think you’re a prize that they’re going to win.” Y/n’s
face falls slightly and he grunts. “Not that you’re not a prize, y/n, you are
very much so, ah. Screw it.” Before
she has time to react, Sirius grabs her face and turns it towards his own, staring
into her eyes intensely. “I love you
y/n. I always have- you’re bloody amazing.” Y/n stiffens slightly, glancing
over at him in confusion.
“Sirius…” She rolls her eyes slightly when she meets his
puppy-dog stare, and sighs. “Okay, whatever Siri.” He wraps his arms and cuddles
closer to her, sighing contently.
“No, tell me what you were going to say.” He whispers,
holding onto her tightly.
“Well…I’m just concerned that you don’t really mean this.
You are drunk, Sirius. You might just be saying things, and if that’s the case
then-” Sirius giggles softly and quickly shakes his head.
“Y/n, I’m sure. I’ve thought about telling you for a long
time…I’ve felt this way even longer, trust me. The liquor just gave me the
courage to tell you.” He mumbles, poking her in the side gently. “Don’t worry
about it, y/n. I truly care for you.” She laughs as he cuddles up to her more,
burying his face in her neck. “Now it’s time to go to sleep, y/n.”
“Sirius, we’re on the couch in the middle of a-” He laughs
“Shhh, sleep my darling.” He mumbles, closing his eyes.
Reader falls into cage and is pretty shaken up so Owen distracts her with sex
Warnings: Smut (hence the description)
Requested by anon!
Being around dinosaurs everyday always had something new to bring. Some days the girls would listen exceptionally well and follows their commands the first time around, weren’t so great. And on those days you could cut the tension with a knife. Thankfully, today was not one of those days.
Coming out of your thoughts, you turned to look at Owen as he began calling out commands to the girls.
“Blue! Hey, Don’t give me that shit.” Owen shouted in alpha voice.
“And we’re moving. Good. That’s damn good. Hold!”
Taking that as your que to bring over the bucket of rats, you smiled at Owen from afar.
“Hello Y/N,” Hearing Hoskins say your name made you cringe on the inside. “Did you consider my offer?” He said referring to the date you declined a few days ago.
“I already said no.” You said letting the annoyance slip. Thankfully Owen say Hoskins harassing you and stepped in.
“Ah, Owen! You and I both know what I’m here to talk about, as I’ve been talking about it for the past month or so. The raptors responded wonderfully today.”
Both you and Owen rolled your eyes as you ignored Hoskins and walked back towards the girls with Hoskins still following you.
Handing Owen the bucket, you complimented him on the good work the girls have been doing. Hearing him mumble a thanks, probably still pissed at Hoskins even having the audacity to continue asking about using the raptors for army purposes.
Tossing each of the girls one rat each, Owen dismissed them.
“Pig Loose!” The newbie yelled from the other side of the catwalk. Hearing that, Hoskins pushed past you as you reached down for an animal grabber.
It all happened so quickly, one second you were standing beside to Owen on the catwalk, the next you were lying on your back gasping for air.
“Y/N! Don’t move I’m coming!” Owen yelled as you felt the pounding of feet on the ground.
Maybe this was it, this is how you were going to die. Accepting this fate, you braced for the first bite. Instead you heard the opening of the safety cage and Owen yelling commands telling the girls to stand down. You sat up clutching your probably broken rib as Owen came to stand in front of you.
“Blue, stand down! Hey! Delta I see you.” Owen said as Blue kept creeping forward as you backed towards the safety cage.
“Barry come grab her. I said stand down Blue!”
Barry wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you on to your feet as you scrambled to get into the cage.
“Close the gate.”
“No!” Barry and you said simultaneously.
“You guys have to trust me on this. Close the gate.”
Looking towards Barry, he shook his head as he regretfully hit the button to shut the gate.
Forgetting to breathe you watched as Owen backed up and skillfully threw himself under the gate as the girls ran after him, sticking their muzzle into the slots between the bars.
Standing up and dusting off his pants, Owen looked up at you.
"Y/N, are you okay?”
He said putting his fingers under your chin moving your head around so he could see if you had any scratches or marks on your face
“I think I broke a rib or two but other than that I think I am okay,” You said pulling him into a hug. “But thank you. For saving my life.”
Finishing off your sentence you smiled at the way he slightly nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But not wanting to get too comfortable you pulled away, trailing your hand down his arm.
“Well, I’ll take you to the doctors and you can come back to my place and I’ll keep an eye on you-”
Owen said, possibly embarrassed at the last part. “Unless you aren’t comfortable with that?”
Nodding at him with a slight smirk you said “Sure, I’d like that.” Gesturing for him to lead you to his motorcycle.
Once the doctor had finally finished the x-rays and gotten them printed out, she informed you that you hadn’t broken any ribs, but you were going to need someone to keep an eye on you for a week or so.
Pulling up to Owen’s bungalow, you couldn’t help but gape at the view he had. Feeling the bike shift, you snapped you head to look at Owen who was holding a hand out to you. Taking it you blushed slightly at tingling sensation you got from the contact, but grimacing slightly at shooting pain you got from your abdomen.
“You okay Y/N?” “Just shaken up a bit. And my back is sore. But other than that I’m swell.” “Alright, lets get you inside.”
“Mi casa es su casa.” Owen said holding the door open for you, stepping into the bungalow you noticed that it was fairly clean; for a guy. Planting your butt on his couch, you thought about how close you were to death. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted your weight sending pain shooting up your back which made you wince.
“Woah, be careful, Y/N. Don’t need you injuring yourself any further.” He said helping you move on to your back. Patting the space behind your head Owen sat down and moved the hair out of your face.
“You know, I’m so grateful I had you there to be my knight in shining armour.” You said giggling slightly. “I think it’ll be awhile before I go back to the raptors.”
You didn’t even need to think about the girls before you got goosebumps.
“I’m glad you think that,” He said smirking at you. ”Do you want anything to drink or eat?” “No thanks. I just need something to take my mind off the pain and stuff.” “I might have something in mind.”
When you said you needed something to take your mind off of the pain, it wasn’t in a sexual way. Sitting up to face him, you were about to say that but he had already pulled you on to his lap.
There was no denying that you thought Owen was attractive, you just thought that this would never happen. Especially like this. Looking into his eyes for like what felt like forever you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him. Letting yourself get carried away, you ran your arms up his and laced them in his hair, grabbing on to it as he lightly bite you bottom lip. Owen placed his hands on your waist, being careful to not hurt you. Smiling slightly into the kiss you pulled away desperate for air.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” “Owen I’m fine.”
Locking lips once again he ran his hands over your butt giving it a slight squeeze, causing you to moan into the kiss. Taking the chance Owen slipped his tongue into your mouth. Owen, who was most definitely anxious to get his clothes off with any girl surprisingly took his time in moving both of you to the bedroom.
He gently laid you on the bed you couldn’t help but stare at his toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Just the thought of him naked was enough to make you ignore the pain in your back and nearly tear your shirt off, aching for Owen’s touch. Pulling him down into a fierce kiss you moved your hands down towards his belt buckle fumbling to get it undone. Finally getting it undone, you ripped it off as Owen pulled your hands away from him and placing them by your side.
“If you feel any pain or are hurting you have to tell me, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Nodding, you pulled him back down to you. He peppered kisses down your neck and in between your breasts, stopping to lift you up to unhook your bra in one swift motion. Owen began attacking your neck, running his tongue over spots on your neck he had viciously been sucking on. Your breathing was erratic and you couldn’t handle the fact that you and Owen still had barriers, blocking your skin-to-skin contact.
“Up.” Owen said letting you lift your hips so you could discard of your shorts.
Pushing him off of you on to the bed next to you; you straddled him, leaning down to suck on his tan skin, starting at his neck and making your way down to his highly toned abs. Slowly backing off his hips, you looked up at him and flirtatiously bit your lip as you toyed with the hem of boxers after you hastily removed his pants. Hearing him groan as he threw his head back only made your heat pool even more in your panties. You slipped off his boxers to reveal his wonderfully sized dick, erect with a bit of precum coating the head. You couldn’t stop yourself from putting up your hair and starting strong. You licked up and down his shaft before licking the head and taking in his entirety.
“Holy fuck, Y/n.” He said, a hint of shock laced in his voice.
Bobbing your head up and down, you looked ahead to take in Owen’s expression. Seeing Owen like that provided a whole new perspective for you, his eyes were screwed shut, and his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Occasionally in between moans he would try to complete sentences which mainly consisted of your name and “fuck, shit”, etc. His voice filled the room when you continued at a faster pace. Pushing yourself to the limit deep throating him every time you moved down, you could feel him throbbing in your mouth. Taking him out of your mouth you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him at various speeds to finish him off.
“Just like that, baby.” Owen managed to get out while watching you lick up all of his cum.
Once you finished swallowing you moved over him and kissed him lightly. Owen pulled you close and flipped you so you were on your back. As he hovered over you a smirk played upon his lips before planting soft kisses over your breasts, taking some time to suck on the skin around your nipple, then sucking on it; appreciative of the head he just received.
Moving on from your breasts, he gingerly kissed down your stomach and stopped at your hip bones before kissing on the inside of your thighs. Taking his first lick your breath hitched in your throat surprised by the sudden pleasant sensation.
Lick after lick, you began to squirm as he sucked on your clit earning a moan from you. You were extremely sensitive when it came to being eaten out and with every touch you swore you could feel Owen gazing at your small frame squirm after the slightest touch at your clit.
“Fuck! Owen! Fuck, yes!” You half moan, half yelled.
He kept his head buried between your legs as your euphoria took complete control of your body while you fought to keep your moans in.
“Fuck-” Similar to Owen you could barely make out sentences. “I’m- Oh fuck! I’m going to cum, Owen!”
Feeling him smile against your heat you nearly fell apart as he slipped a finger in, and then another, moving them slowly as he discovered (quite quickly you would say) where your g-spot was.
“Are you this wet for me,Y/n?” “Yes-Oh, fuck! Owen, oh!” You said, as he picked up the pace hitting your g-spot each time, making you arch your back.
A tense feeling in your lower stomach began building up and soon after you felt your juices leak over Owen’s fingers. You took a few deep breaths before finding the courage to look at Owen as he licked his fingers clean of your cum. Seeing that made you feel like you could cum all over again. Both of you sat up to face each other breathing heavily before leaning in once again.
“Are you sure you’re okay, you haven’t said anything the whole time. Except when you said I was going to make you cum.” “Yes, I’m fine. But just take it slow at first please.”
You kissed Owen once more before latching your lips on to his neck, leaving a few marks that were already forming bruises. Owen grabbed you by the waist and laid you down as he slid inside of you, letting you adjust to his size.
Even though his thrusts were slow and causious, he continued to make you feel amazing. With every stroke he hit your g-spot and with that you could feel yourself coming undone as he complimented that with the way he massaged your breasts and left you hickeys wherever he wanted them.
“Owen, faster. Oh! fuck me harder please!”
You could feel him hesitate above you but you gave him a reassuring kiss. You were thankful that Owen didn’t go too much faster, but fast enough to make your vision cloudy with each thrust.
“Shit, Y/N! Fuck! You’re so beautiful.” Owen said in short and choppy breathes.
Wanting more you moved your hips up to meet his. Racking your nails down his back as his hips met yours at a faster pace. Looking up at Owen you embraced the sight of his body, sweat glistened on his arms and face. Your face also had a coat of sweat but nobody looks nearly as good as Owen did in that moment.
“Owen, just- Oh! just fuck me, please!”
Eventually you heard Owen mutter something along the lines of “screw it”, and the outcomes of that were oustanding.
At first it cause your back some pain but it faded into a new kind of euphoria. He thrusted at a rate that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and made you ball your fists in the sheets so much your knuckles looked like snow. Owen and you were really going at and after awhile you could feel your legs go numb. Curse words and moans were the only things that left both of your mouths until you moaned to Owen once again that you were going to cum.
“Fuck! Owen- Oh god!” You yelled as you pushed yourself up to meet his thrusts.
Feeling the familiar release of tension in your stomach and the dripping of your juices between your legs, you closed your eyes and slowed your breathing. Owen placed a kiss on your forehead as he collapsed on the bed.
“That was really fucking good.” Owen said before pulling you into him and wrapped an arm around you.
“I could say the same Mr.Grady. But I never pegged you as a cuddler.” Snickers came from the both of you as you quickly passed out in Owen’s arms.
This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…
The lights from the city keep the sky from being black. It’s
blue, starless, almost the color of dawn anywhere else, though the time is half
past midnight. Beneath the sky, the ocean is paler blue, a rippling mirror. At
least, a mirror in the distance. Here, near the shore, it shatters into a
thousand foamy pieces with a noise like the turning of the world.
Farmer is warm by his side. She was shivering earlier, so
Chowder passed her his coat; now, she nestles against him wrapped in folds of
fabric, and he’s thankful for the fact that he pulled his hoodie over his
button-down when they escaped the party for a beach walk. Thankful, but in
truth, he couldn’t be cold if he tried. Her presence next to him is a warm
light, and his own heart glows in answer.
jealous archie tries to confess his "feelings" for Betty in the cafeteria & like Jughead hears this and avoids Betty for days but she confronts him & confesses her love for him. ?
Title: I Moved On . A/N: This is another request I received not so long ago. I made a few changes, since I already have an idea with Betty and Jughead spending some days apart, so let’s just let them solve things at the same time XD Either way, thank you for the request, anon! Hope you and everyone else enjoy it! And please, tell me what you think! . . . “I think I love you, Betty.”
Her baby blue eyes widened, hands fell numb on the table and rosy, heart shaped lips that were wrapped around a straw were suddenly left agape. She could feel the weight of those words sinking in, and all the thoughts and words that were in her head suddenly disappeared from her train of thought. Her breathing stopped, the world around them went mute and she could feel an avalanche approaching her peaceful life.
Of all the things that had crossed her mind when she left school that morning for a milkshake at Pop’s with her boyfriend; a love confession was certainly not one of those things.
Especially not a love confession from her ginger best friend.
When she had coincidentally met Archie at Pop’s, Betty Cooper had no idea that her childhood friend would have a mental crises and confess his nonexistent feelings for her. She was expecting a nice and enjoyable afternoon of chatting and milkshakes just like when they were younger, but instead, she watched as her world turned upside down due to his irresponsible words.
Archie had got to be kidding her, she thought, as anger started to spread through her veins.
He had no right to say that to her. Not when he knew how much she loves his best friend. It was not fair for Jughead, for he trusted the Andrews boy and he would be devastated to know he was actually confessing to his girlfriend behind his back. And what about Veronica? They were also together and the blonde girl could not believe he was actually throwing it all away because of some stupid jealousy that would never turn into love.
Archie would never love her—not like that—, and she would never feel such feelings for him ever again. She had moved on. Her heart belonged to the one with the crown shaped beanie, and she couldn’t picture a future without the Jones boy anymore.
Betty loves Jughead, and she would hate to tell him about what had just happened. In fact, she had no idea of how to tell him about Archie without creating any kind of tension between them.
She had no idea of how she was going to explain that to him.
However, she would need no words. Not when he heard it all from his best friend’s lips.
It’s been a long time since Dick’s
had a reaction to fear toxin like this. Where his hands shake and his breaths
come in pants, and he just can’t seem to focus.
Bruce had administered the antidote on patrol, Dick thinks. At least, he remembers Bruce giving it to him, but he’s
not sure how much he can trust those memories right now.
The main thing, the thing Dick
knows for sure, is that this is fear
toxin that’s coursing through his veins, and it’s making him see things
straight from his nightmares.
“Dick,” Bruce says, and he’s
cupping Dick’s face in his hands, holding him still, even when it feels like
Dick can’t seem to get enough air. “Dick, I need you to breathe. You’re going
to hyperventilate at this rate.”
part of Dick thinks. Because maybe if he passes out he’ll be able to stop
seeing his parents fall and Bruce fall and Jason and Tim and Damian all fall.
Maybe he’ll stop seeing Bruce tear himself apart over and over again. Maybe he’ll
stop seeing Bruce give him that look,
the one that tells Dick exactly how much he’d screwed up this time.
(The other part of him, the part
that realizes that he’s in his apartment, that knows that he and Bruce really shouldn’t be sitting on the floor
still in full uniform sans masks—it tells Dick that hyperventilation is not something he wants to experience
while he’s like this.)
“Dick,” Bruce says again, harsher
this time. “Dick, look at me.”
But Dick can’t. He can barely focus
on where and when he is, let alone focus on Bruce’s face.
“Why are you here?” Dick croaks,
eyes burning, and he wishes he could just blink his emotion away, but when he
blinks, it’s just Bruce’s angry, fear filled face that he’s looking at, and all
of his emotions are still simmering underneath the surface. “I don’t understand
why you’re here?”
“You were injected with fear toxin,”
Bruce reminds him, his voice just a touch gentler. “I’m here to help you
because you decided to be a stubborn idiot.”
But Dick doesn’t really remember
the fear toxin anymore. Dick remembers the constant fighting and the arguing,
the months of screaming at Bruce until he was red in the face, and still. Bruce
had never looked less moved. So it
doesn’t really add up in Dick’s mind why Bruce is looking at Dick like he
“You told me—” Dick chokes on his
next breath, but the anger and the terror aren’t enough to stop him from saying
this. “You told me, ‘Get out and don’t
come back.’ That’s what you told me. I don’t understand why you’re here!”
And with that last word, Dick
pushes against Bruce’s hold and scrambles back the moment Bruce is surprised
enough to let him go. He pushes against the wall behind him and stares at
Bruce. And he wishes that for once his emotions would just make up their damn mind. Because now that Bruce is five feet away
from him, all Dick wants is for Bruce to hold him again, and it doesn’t make
Nothing makes any sense.
Bruce opens his mouth to say
something, but Dick cuts him off. “Get out!” he yells, too afraid what
vulnerabilities he’ll show if Bruce stays even a second longer. “You didn’t want
me to come back, so you can’t come waltzing back to me like—like—”
Dick’s sobbing now, his breathing
getting worse, and he clutches at his own hair, trying to make the world make
But it doesn’t. And in the end,
Bruce doesn’t leave. When Dick wakes up in the morning, he’ll be happy,
grateful even. But now? Now, all Dick wants Bruce to do is get the hell out and
stop trying to control everything that Dick has made his own.
Request: Hi hello~ Can I ask for a scenario where you get to spend time with RM in Seoul but you have to go back home and the goodbye is heartbreaking for both of you? And maybe on the plane you find a little gift from him? Is it too much? lol (lots of love)
You had met thanks to the privacy of your hotel, that and the ridiculous amount of time you spent alone waiting for your mom to go out of her conferences. You were in Seoul because of her work, you liked to travel and South Korea in general so for you it was a great opportunity, but getting to know the city by yourself wasn’t as fun as it was with someone else. You were going to be in town for two weeks and after going alone you thought it was best to wait for your mom and just go around together, the hotel was pretty nice so you also didn’t mind just staying in enjoying the commodities.
You never thought you’d meet Namjoon there, but you had bumped into each other almost theatrically, he was coming walking as he read a book and you were distracted playing with your phone, you smashed your head against his chest and lost your balance, almost falling to the pool with phone in hand. Luckily he took your forearm and helped you to stay on your feet. You had apologized as you were really embarrassed about what had happened, you hadn’t even noticed that it was Kim Namjoon in front of you, all you could think was that you had screwed up, more so when you saw the book he was reading floating in the water.
At the end of the day you had gone out to buy a new book for him even when he insisted it had been an accident and you didn’t need to, but the next time you saw him you were both at the comfy pool area again and you gave Namjoon a new copy of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Namjoon didn’t know if he could call this vacation, at first he had wanted nothing but get back to the company and continue working with the rest of the boys, he had wanted that but at the same time he knew he needed the time off. His stress levels had been incredibly high the past few months, the process of his mixtape had stuck, his writing had stuck, he couldn’t learn any of the new dance moves and he couldn’t focus on the planning of the projects ahead. His head hurt thinking about it, even if a part of him wanted to be up his neck with work at Big Hit.
It had been taking a toll on him to the point were it was affecting his health, and thus the managers and the CEO decided to give him a few days off so he could clear his head and relax. Only that Namjoon hadn’t chosen to go back to his parent’s house, instead, he chose to stay in Seoul, but the manager didn’t allow him to just stay in the dorm since that wouldn’t be clearing out his head and then the whole thing would be pointless, so right now he was in a really nice hotel in Seoul, completely alone and comfortable since it was a luxury boutique hotel that offered great privacy for their guests.
Well he wasn’t completely alone, not anymore. It was only two days ago that Namjoon had met you, by accident, he didn’t mean to meet anyone new, even less a girl, risking himself to be seen and be part of an unnecessary scandal. Namjoon didn’t plan on making a new friendship, but talking to you was so refreshing, it had an effect in him that the pool and the great luxury of the hotel didn’t achieve. It wasn’t that he had instantly and magically fallen in love with you, it was just chemistry, the way everything in life started, a spark of something in his brain that made him feel interested and made him push himself to not run out of conversation with you.
I sat in my rolly chair in front of my desk, the only light in my warm room coming from a pink lightbulb in my lamp in front of me and the tv Kai was watching Jeopardy on.
Two in the morning and my mind was focused on literally anything but the work I had to do.
And it didn’t help in the least that Kai had taken his shirt off for no good reason and tried coaxing me into taking mine off too. I wouldn’t fall for his crap, especially in the middle of something important. Even if it was pleasant seeing him wearing only jeans and laying on my bed like a model.
“I’m bored.” He said, falling back. I ignored his sighs. “Hello? I came over so we could have fun, not so you could ignore me, sweetheart.” He said, throwing one of my beanie babies at me.
“Screw you. No one asked you to come over, if you want attention go bother someone else… sweetheart.” I gritted my teeth. Kai stifled a laugh, standing up from my bed.
“Poor honey. You’ve been at it all week, uh?” He started, his hands landing on my shoulders, forcing me to relax as he massaged me. “I’ll bet you haven’t had a break the whole time, hmm? You’ve just got all this built up emotion in you?” He cooed as he gently moved my hair to one side.
“Kai.” I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed, my pencil falling out of my hand. I could practically hear his devilish smile.
“I can help you.” He whispered, all serpentine-like, dragging me to the seventh circle of hell with every unholy touch.
He pressed his hard dick against my back, his hands running under my shirt. He leaned over to kiss me, his face upside down.
“Bed.” He suggested, his breathing a bit shallow. I nodded in my trance, biting my lip. I laid down and he took my bottoms off at the advantage, pressing kisses up my leg, holding my thighs in his arms. “Pretty.” He smiled at the sight of the little bow on my panties, pressing a kiss there as my hands entered the messy hair sticking up in all directions on his head.
He finally met my face, a pretty little smile on his lips as he pushed his mouth against mine. I felt an energy surge through me as he held me.
I rolled over on him. He pulled me close to him, tearing off my underwear. I gasped as he balled them up and threw them, causing me to pull away.
“Unnecessary. But hot.” I smiled hazily, taking my shirt off too. Now completely naked, I pulled away so he could discard of his jeans. He snaked me back on him and I moaned at the feeling of our skin touching.
“Good grief.” He moaned as I took his dick in my hands. “Turn around, sweetheart.” He swallowed. I shuffled so that I faced away from him, looking at him through the mirror mounted on the wall.
He laid back against the mass of pillows and stuffed animals, his hands running up my back. I sunk onto him, my hands finding his to grab onto as I adjusted against him.
“Oh my -” He leaned his head back as I began moving up and down slowly, his hands crushing mine.
My eyes blurred in madness as I felt his hips rise with every one of my movements, quickening our pace. I moaned out loud as he let go of my hands and grabbed my arms, slapping me up and down rapidly.
Tugging at my hair, he grunted. “Just like that, princess.” The sound of our moans and breathing filled the room, air shifting hot.
I bounced on him, my hair wet with sweat as he yelled behind me, his head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.
He stretched his legs out over the bed, curling his toes on as he grunted animalistically and bit his lip hard.
“Don’t you ever stop fucking me!” He smacked my ass hard. My breath got caught in my throat, my sobs of bliss choked as my knees began to ache. “Fuck! Oh, you god damn bitch!” He cursed, gripping my waist hard as he pushed into me one last time, frozen as he spilled into me.
I slumped and stumbled off of him, laying right beside him as he breathed deeply, his eyes closed. They finally opened once he had calmed down and his stomach relaxed. “You have officially rocked my world.” He sighed hopelessly.