secret sweetheart

So I’m just casually mention to all the people who may have followed me for Trollhunters and Stricklake that I have a movie recommendation I feel compelled to pass on to you: 

It just so happens to be one of my best beloved movies, a film that pretty much owns my heart and soul –– Strange Magic. 

We have a badass, sword-swinging Fairy Princess…

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…a legitimately intimidating Beast who is also a badass…

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..but who is also a super secret sweetheart and a total fucking nerd…

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…and what’s more, we have a Beauty and Beast relationship where neither one physically changes.

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It’s a romance built on both of them being competent, well-matched badasses with enough sexual tension to make you blush…

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and on them being helpless dorks who don’t have a clue on how to handle the undeniable attraction between them. 

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Also, we have music. Great music. Alan Cumming and Evan Rachel Wood star in this, and both of them put their gorgeous voices to good use. 

It’s just a very lovely and earnest gem of a movie and it has a very sweet depiction of a Beauty and Beast romance, okay? 

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(I wasn’t fucking kidding about how flagrant this movie gets with teasing about  the sexy times ahead for these two nerds, look at them, they’re shameless). 

If you dig Jukebox Musicals, Beauty and Beast Romances, Monster Boyfriends, and movies like Labyrinth and Moulin Rouge, then go watch Strange Magic!

I am in love with the weird relationship dynamics between Liv, Rob and Aaron.

Aaron is 100% brotherly. He’s jokey and soft with her, always looking to be her best mate and only enforces when he really needs to. Liv answers back with him, tests the boundaries and Aaron let’s her off with so much.

Rob slips easily into the parental role. He’s firmer and set boundaries and has always demanded respect from the start. He’s soft with her when she needs it but pulls her into line when she steps beyond it and she seems to do what he says without much question. He’s the dad joker, the one who parrots all the stereotypical parent lines and he finds it easy to discipline… despite being able to have a laugh with her too.

Boss’ Daughter - Peter Parker Imagine

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A/n: sorry if it’s confusing i’d love your feedback thnx


“she’s beautiful” I said aloud “just talk to her already” Ned pressed “I cant just talk to Y/n that’s like saying just admit your spiderman” I whisper-shouted “that’s not the same thing” Ned said giving me one of his signature looks “well it is to me” I sighed. 

Ned and I got up to dispose of our trays when flash shoved me “Penis Parker” he laughed my tray was spattered on the floor thankfully without any mess Y/n looked to me and kneeled to retrieve my tray “ oh no-no that’s ok” I stuttered blushing furiously she smiled handing it back to me “it’s no problem catch you in 3rd?” she asked making me nod like an idiot “great” with that she was on her way.

“Dude Y/n just spoke to you” Ned giggled like a schoolboy “shh keep it down act cool” I hushed “says the one who was nodding like an idiot” he laughed I rolled my eyes heading to third.


2 days later*

“Peter wait up” her voice rang through the halls I turned “hey Y/n” I smiled warmly “I-uh I was um wondering” she stuttered to get the words out “if you wanted to team up for the chem project?” she finally let out “really??” my eyes lit up “yes really” Y/n moved her hair behind her ear “yes yes” I nodded “great how bout your place? let’s say 5?” she spoke “see you then” my face practically froze with a huge smile on my face.

I ran out of school heading home to get showered and changed Y/n was coming over after 2 & a half years of having a huge crush on her.


“MAY!” I called “Peter what is it?” she came from the living room removing her glasses “Y/n’s coming over what do I do?!” I panicked “firstly calm down,take a shower i’ll handle everything” her voice was calm and soothing “thank you” I kissed her cheek and ran to the bathroom.


I was redressing casual jeans and shirt smelling pizza “May she’ll be he-” I froze  taking in the scene in front of me Y/n in the dining room with May “sorry I came early hope you don’t mind” Y/n explained “no that’s cool” I moved to where they were. “should we get started?” I asked nervously “aren’t you hungry?” she recounted “um yeah i could eat” I laughed a little forgetting my hunger I quickly grabbed two slices and nodded for her to follow me to my room.

May gave me a thumbs up behind Y/n’s back I just gave her a tight smile and went on my way.

“So I think we should create something out of the ordinary” she spoke as soon as we were inside “I actually have some uh glob we could recreate” I mentioned handing her my notes as I took a bit of my pizza “and you know this ‘glob’ will work?” she questioned with her eyebrow quirked “yes 100% certain” I spoke with my mouth full. She giggled and i swallowed “sorry” I blushed “totally okay I have uncles I know the drill” she smiled.


The project went well my web fluid became glob number 5 which was totally fine with me. We had everything ready for Monday morning and Y/n was nearing her curfew “sorry Pete my dad will go berserk if i don’t show before 10″ she apologized quickly gathering her notes on the glob I internally smiled at the fact she called me Pete “could you hold onto the glob?” she questioned “sure” I nodded.

“thanks catch you at school Monday?” she beamed expectantly “most definitely” I smiled “great good night” she was heading out the door when I stopped her “I can walk you home if you’d like” I blushed she turned to me “thanks but my uncle’s picking me up maybe next time” I nodded “goodnight”.

I heard Y/n bid goodbye and thank you to May then the front door closing. I ran to the window quickly heading to see a glimpse of her and her uncle. I was taken back when I saw a blonde haired man with sunglasses on a motorcycle Y/n quickly jumped on and they headed off.


Some time later*

Y/n & I got an 95 the highest mark in the class causing distaste from Flash i’m guessing because he has a thing for her. We’ve been getting quite close hanging out everywhere and anywhere around New York. I got to know her better and vice versa. I found out she had a variety of aunts and uncles whim she’d never go further into discussing it made me fall for her even more. I enjoyed this secretive side.

“Sweetheart what’re you doing with Penis Parker?” Flash asked Y/n as we seated next to each other with Ned and Michelle watching inattentively.

Y/n stood up looking directly at him as she spoke “firstly that’s none of your business secondly his name is Peter, Pe-ter and lastly don’t call me sweetheart. I’m not your sweet anything” she narrowed her eyes at him till he felt constricted and left. 

She sat back down “damn that’s my girl” Ned smiled “well handled” Michelle beamed “thanks guys” Y/n gave a tight lipped smiled then turned to me apologizing for Flash’s behaviour “dont worry about him I dont let it bother me” I admitted smiling at her she gently squeezed my hand under the table letting go shortly after leaving a tingle behind.


Some more time after*

I was head over heels in love with her and I was beginning to think she was too. We kissed a few times and held hands in the halls and pretty much wherever we went together. I had an urge one day to finally take Karen’s advice and tell her who I really am so that’s exactly what I did.

I lead her to the alley near my apartment “Peter where are you taking me?” she giggled clearly nervous “I want to show you something but you have to close you eyes and keep them closed okay?” I instructed “are you gonna murder me?” she laughed that beautiful sound i couldn’t get enough of “course not just trust me okay?” I pressed Y/n finally nodded closing her eyes.

I removed my normal clothes leaving me in my Spidey suit then placed myself upside down “open your eyes” I released a breath Y/n smiled “your spiderman?” she didn’t seem to surprised but I couldn’t focus on that right now “yeah” she approached me “can i try something?” she was timid “sure” just then it began raining. Y/n slowly removed half of my mask leaning in to kiss me,it started off slow then built into some heat till she pulled away “we should um get inside” she spoke still with her eyes closed “right” I smiled Y/n opened her eyes as I placed my hoodie back on and pulled up my pants.

“Oh great Y/n’s here” May exclaimed “hi May” y/n gave her a small peck on the check as she greeted her “how’s thai sound?” May question us, Y/n looked to me I smiled and agreed “sounds great”.


the next day*

“Pete I have a surprise for you” Y/n had a mischievous grin on her face “you look like a evil scientist” I chuckled “I just might be” she winked pecking me on the lips.We arrived at the Avengers headquarters and I was confused “uh Y/n/n what’re we doing here?” I looked at her quizzically “you’ll see” she giggled taking my hand as we entered “okay he’s here” she called out. 

I was left in shock seeing Captain America and the Winter Solider practically run toward us “so the kid who stole my shield is your boyfriend?” Cap spoke “don’t forget he stuck me to the floor with Sam” Winter Soldier added “yeah about that…” I chuckled nervously “sorry?” I rubbed my head with my free hand. 

“I’m Bucky that’s Steve” Bucky introduced shaking my hand “these are my uncles” Y/n smiled “so you were the guy on the bike” I blabbed Steve chuckled “I like him he’s a curious one”. Then i thought to myself if Cap and Bucky are Y/n’s uncles then whose her- “Y/n?your home early” I heard Tony’s voice boom through the lobby “uh oh” Steve and Bucky exchanged looks “uh oh why uh oh?” I panicked when I heard his seat getting closer “did you bring your boyfri-” Tony stopped speaking as soon as we saw each other shit i cursed internally.

Tony’s eyes went wide as he noticed our interlocked hands I quickly let go watching Y/n walk over to hug her father “Dad you know Peter” she smiled “Hi Mr-Mr Stark” I stuttered overhearing Bucky & Steve savour in this awkwardness laughing occasionally. Tony was speechless just looking us over till he cleared his throat 

“what’re you intentions with my daughter?” he narrowed his eyes at me I gulped then looked to Y/n who nodded me on, I looked to him and spoke clearly “be her boyfriend that’s all” I shrugged “you do know Peter everything will be different as soon as someone figures out who you are everything’s over,you’ll put her in danger and we cant have that” he spoke firmly I mustve looked like a deer in the headlights because Y/n chimed in “Dad stop your scaring him” she mentioned.

Out of nowhere Mr.Stark started laughing “i’m just messing with you, i’m glad it’s you Pete” he grabbed my shoulder firmly “come on kid we got apple pie” Steve shoo’d Y/n away “if you do anything and i mean anything to hurt her you’re done” Tony spoke I gulped and nodded as we headed toward the kitchen


MASTERLIST

Check yes or no: part two. A do over because of formatting

Check yes or no: part two IN ITS ENTIRETY, sorry for this who couldn’t see it all before.

Hello all, to those who still care and/or remember this little story of mine. For those of you who do not have memories akin to an elephant’s, you can fine part one HERE. I warn you now this chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, and probably could be better. However, I do have Part three (psst, this is no longer a three part story!) itching to get out and posted. So, hopefully it will be written by tomorrow as i’m off with nothing to do.

To the anons who long ago sent me messages to be about this story, don’t worry I have never forgotten, the answers are coming.

to @takemeawaytocamelot If I know my time zones like I think I do, it should still be Memorial Day for you, and well, you know the old saying: Christmas Day/Memorial Day, potato/mango (haha). I am so sorry I inadvertently lied to you about this story, but I never forgot about it. I hope you like it.


Part two:

God, she had missed him. She had tried to tell herself it wouldn’t be that bad, they would call and write, or they would see each other on holidays. But about thirty seconds after walking away from him, she burst in tears. Years, they had been apart for years. A significant percentage of her life. But it didn’t matter anymore; he was finally coming home.

Waiting in the main area of the train station, Claire couldn’t stand still. She continually ran a hand through her hair as she checked the arrivals board, not becoming even remotely calm until she saw him. Taking a deep breath of relief, she watched as he walked off the escalator. He stood tall compared to the hunched weary looking travelers around him.  She noticed he still had the old baseball hat she had given before he left. It was currently blocking her from his line of sight.  She couldn’t contain herself anymore, her hand shot into the air and she yelled his name, “Frank, over here!”


    Looking up to find her, he smiled and everything else she had been feeling seemed to fade away.  The drive home was anything but quiet.  They spoke of everything and nothing, trying their best to update each other on the last several years. Claire told him of her adventures globetrotting with Lamb and her excitement to be finishing out schooling before university in a real school, lockers and All!  Frank in turn told her of finishing his university studies and looking forward, much like her, to working with Lamb again in a real school, students and All!


    They were so caught up in conversation, that neither noticed the passing countryside that they had previously been so excited to explore. Neither had spent much time in France before, but were pleased when Lamb had been offered a permanent professor position, with Frank as his assistant. While still quite active, the years were beginning to catch up with him, so it would be good for him to have a more stable life.


    Pulling the car in front of the house, Claire gathered their things and made her way up the stairs but before opening the door she was stopped. Frank held her hand, an odd look on his face, “Claire, um, before we go in. I should probably…”


    He was cut off when Lamb pulled open the door and welcomed him back from his trip. He ushered him in through the house, conversation on the stairs momentarily forgotten, to what could assumed to be the office.

“That girl, how could you even, how do you deal with…ugh, she’s just terrible Jamie”


    “Hello to you too, Janet.” Jamie said, trying as hard as he might not to laugh, as he opened the door for her.


“What did she do now to have displeased you so?”


    “That girl canna have more that three functioning brain cells, it’s not possible. How she manages not to get lost on her way from her closet to the bed each day I’ll never know.”


    He couldn’t stop himself this time and burst out laughing at the image. Jenny just continued on, pausing only long enough to glare at him. “Oh sure, laugh about it. YOU didn’t have to sit in a car all day with her,and you didn’t have to listen to her as she tittered back and forth between dresses! I mean really, how can you stand it? What do you two possibly do together? It canna be her skills as a conversationalist!”


    Stopping then, she caught her breath and finally noticed his smirk, which turned into a full blown smile as he doubled over laughing.


    Huffing at him, she began to rummage through her bags. “Never mind! I don’t want to know!”


    “I’m sorry you had such a bad time with Annalise, but she’s really not that bad.  Maybe while you’re here you’ll get to know her a bit better. But, it is so good to see you, ye’ve been missed. I know Ian hasn’t been able to stop talking about your visit.”


    Jenny snorted looking at him in disbelief, “Not that bad, huh?” The smile she saw made her own turn up into the real smile he hadn’t seen in so long. He had been away from home for a few years now with little more than short school break visits to tide him over and it was never enough. Jamie couldn’t wait for this last year to be done with so he could make his way back.


When he had been accepted here, he hadn’t thought it would be as bad as it was, he had been so excited and so wrong.  Tonight, he thought he’d be able to get a bit of home back. Tonight was the welcome back ball and with Ian and Jenny with him, they would bring a little of the highlands to France.

Claire was putting on the final touches to her outfit for the night. She had spent the majority of the day on the phone with Gilli making sure that what she had put together would work as well as she was told it would. Pouring over her jewelry box for the millionth time, she contemplated once more just calling it all off, pulling on jeans and going to a movie. But, she had purchased her dress and shoes with Gillis a month or so before on her last visit to Scotland with Lamb. It seemed an awful waste of what she was assured many times wasn’t too much and would get the attention of every man there. The deep red, she had to admit, did contrast nicely on her pale skin and dark hair, but she was still nervous.


    Making a splash was all well and good, but doing so at a new school was something entirely different. She did her best not to think too much on those thoughts and the ever persistent voice in her mind saying, “Just be careful.” The sound of Frank coming in downstairs pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked into her jewelry again, selected ruby and gold earrings her mother had left for her, slipped her shoes on, and walked out of her room, deciding it was now or never.
   

“Hello Frank, you look very handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tuxedo.”


    She always thought that saying that someone was breathtaking was always a bit of an exaggeration, but Frank seemed to have lost his looking up at her, coming down off the stairs. She had never felt more powerful and sure than she did in that moment.

Coming up to him, he had finally gathered himself enough to tell her how beautiful she was. From his words and Lamb’s photo happy tendencies, she blushed a very close second to color she wore.  She finally relaxed a bit as they drove to the venue.  They stayed quiet through most of the ride, but she knew that she was ready. These types of events, while uncommon in her life, were not completely foreign to her.  She had, in the past, accompanied her uncle to various faculty events and research galas. She knew that, if nothing else, tonight she could mingle and get to know her new classmates in a more relaxed setting.

Walking up the main staircase, Claire could hear the chatter of people and the beat of the music.  She paused a moment before walking in, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We don’t have to go in you know. We can go somewhere, anywhere else; if you’d like.”
   

She looked between him and the doors for a moment, squared her shoulders and turning the knob saying “No. It takes a lot to surprise me anymore, Frank. I don’t expect anything in there to change that. Let’s go.”

Spinning around the floor, Jamie tried his best to take in his surroundings. He hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk to anyone, or even get something to drink. Upon entering, Annalise had drug him on to the floor and only briefly seen fit to let him rest. He didn’t mind too much really. Though, Jenny’s rant from earlier came back to him, as Annalise had also been talking for the better part of an hour, about what, he had no idea.  But, overall he was having a very nice time.


Jenny was beaming and Ian’s smile hadn’t slipped once, he never was able to take his eyes off of her. Annalise looked lovely too, she wore a fitted peach colored gown and since picking her up that evening, he, too, found himself staring at her when she looked away. Suddenly, something felt different, and he couldn’t place it. He tried to get her attention, though there wasn’t much hope of that while she kept talking. He brushed it off, determined not let his thoughts go past the two of them dancing.


    Suddenly, the song came to an end, switching to something much louder and more upbeat,  he was ushered off the floor towards the refreshment. She had pulled him down a bit so he could hear her over the music.

“I am going to run to the ladies, would you mind grabbing me a drink?”


    He nodded and pushed his way gently through those standing around talking. Placing his request, he finally got his chance to look around, and to see who had shown up with who. While not much of a gossip, he found it was better to at least know the goings on as it made his life altogether easier.

He hadn’t paid much mind to those immediately around him, only registering bodies moving in and out of the area. As his drinks were handed to him though, he saw a flash of red come up to the drinks area and directly into his arm.

“Oh! I’m so sorry… erm, excusez-moi.”


    It was quick, but he had caught it. English. Good French, from what he could hear, but definitely English. He turned to pick up a few napkins and decided to stick to English as well in response.

He chuckled cleaning off his kilt, “Nae, it’s no bother. Really, worse has be spilt on me before.”  He look over his shoulder then and his heart stopped.

“Claire…”

anonymous asked:

can I request the RFA reacting to someone drunkenly kissing MC when they're out at a bar or something? thank you!!

Of course, anon! Here you go~

~Nao

RFA reacts to MC being randomly kissed by a drunk stranger


Yoosung

  • Friday night means social night
  • So Yoosung takes you with him when he goes drinking with his colleagues.
  • You don’t drink because you know how Yoosung is when he gets drunk
  • Also, you have to drive to get home.
  • The evening starts with everyone discussing about work and then moving on to random topics
  • Yoosung’s mood was beginning to loosen up and you could tell that it was almost time to go home
  • However, the guy to your left was too
  • He suddenly grabs and kisses you on the lips
  • Yoosung quickly jerks you away from him
  • “MC IS MINE,“ he firmly states, hugging you close to him, giving the guy an icy stare that scared even you.
  • That scary mood change makes everyone sober up
  • You now find yourself sitting between Yoosung and the wall whenever he takes you with him on Fridays
  • And everyone now knows not to make random moves on you for fear of him

Zen

  • The last day of the musical was a success, and the cast members were celebrating at the after party.
  • You were sitting in the corner, watching Zen horse around with his friends
  • An unfamiliar person sits beside you and strikes up a conversation
  • However, you notice that he’s been edging closer to you
  • And you’ve been trying to edge away too, much to your chagrin
  • “Aw, don’t be like that, pretty. I just want to be friends,“ but then he puts an arm around you and the other on one of your legs
  • You want to scream for Zen, but he’s nowhere in sight
  • You try so hard to keep your face away from him as he tries to kiss you
  • Zenpleasecometheresacreepomgidkwhattodoasdfghjkl
  • “OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO MY WOMAN?“
  • (Biker gang) Zen to the rescue!
  • He jerks the guy violently away from you and proceeds to punch him a couple of times until his co-actors pull him away from the guy
  • “Are you alright, MC? I’m sorry I wasn’t around, you must’ve been so scared,“ he says worriedly
  • “I’m fine now Zenny,“ but you grip his sleeve tightly since you’re still a little shook from the experience
  • You leave the party earlier than expected, and Zen spends the night comforting you
  • You both find out that the creep was one of the producers who was famous for harassing women when he gets drunk during after parties
  • The whole RFA gets wind of this, and… let’s just say that that guy suddenly had a string of problems and was never heard of again
  • Zen now makes sure to keep you constantly in his line of sight whenever you attend the after parties if at all

Jaehee

  • You girls decide to go on a night out after a busy week at the cafe
  • All the booths were occupied, so you opt to stay at the bar
  • The both of you were in the middle of an interesting conversation when a group of four drunk guys suddenly join you, sitting on either side of you and sandwiching the two of you in between
  • “So, what brings such gorgeous ladies to the bar at this time, hmm?“
  • You squirm uncomfortably in your seat as one of them puts an arm around you and you try to pry his hands away but are unsuccessful
  • “I suggest you stay away from us before anything dangerous happens to your lot, gentlemen,“ Jaehee warns in a calm, but stern tone
  • Uh oh. You completely recognize that tone as the one Jaehee uses whenever she gets angry.
  • The guy beside you smirks. “And what, may I ask,“ he caresses your cheek and keeps your chin in a firm grip, “would happen to us if we make a move on you, hmm?“ and then he proceeds to kiss you forcefully
  • You try to push him away from you, but he’s too strong for you
  • Jaehee sees red
  • She hits the guy closest to her and throws the other one that was kissing you
  • The other bar goers cheer her on as she beats the crap out of the other guys as you stand at the side in shocked silence
  • The police finally arrives and takes the men away and you both file a report
  • Zen and Seven (and Jumin and Yoosung, on occasion) now comes with the two of you whenever you want to go drinking after a long work week

Jumin

  • He attends a social function with you in tow.
  • Wine and cocktails everywhere.
  • One of the drunk guests gets close to you and gives you a kiss to Jumin’s dismay.
  • Immediately has his bodyguards remove the offending guest.
  • Tilts your chin up, and gives you a critical stare.
  • “That man has touched you, my love. I must cleanse you from his touch.“
  • You never finish that party, because he hurriedly drags you home.
  • Said cleansing left you with hickeys all over your body, and the inability to move for the next 24 hours.

707/Saeyoung

  • He doesn’t really drink, but you were going for drinks with your friends at a popular bar so he comes along.
  • In the middle of the merry-making, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom alone.
  • However, on your way back to the table, you are surprised when a stranger drunkenly blocks your way and pulls you in for a kiss.
  • You are more surprised when said drunk is violently pulled away from you.
  • “hey, wtf— mmmph“
  • …..!!!!!!
  • You stare in shock as Saeyoung kisses the stranger in front of you.
  • What’s stranger is that said drunk guy actually responds to him so YOU have to pull them apart.
  • You grab his collar and look into his eyes.
  • “HE’S MINE, SO STAY. AWAY.“
  • After the drunk goes his (scared) merry way, you turn to Saeyoung with hands on hips and a raised eyebrow.
  • “What the hell was that for, Saeyoung?“
  • He gently pulls you in for a hug
  • “He stole a kiss from you, so I took it back,“ he says as he kisses your forehead.
  • Do you smell….Alcohol???
  • “Saeyoung, are you drunk?“
  • “Noooope.“
  • You learn later on that your friends made him drink a shot of tequila  and everybody experiences your wrath.

Bonus: 

Saeran

  • You’ve been bugging him to go to a drinking party with you and your old college buddies
  • He reluctantly agrees, so he goes with you with Saeyoung in tow (much to his dismay, but big brother is worried!)
  • They sit on either side of you, so nobody could make a move on you
  • The night starts off peacefully, with everyone talking about their experiences after college over alcoholic drinks and a light dinner.
  • However, as the night dragged on, almost everyone started loosening up because of the alcohol.
  • One of them particularly being courageous and drunk enough to stand up and confess to you
  • “I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, MC!!! PLEASE LET ME KISS YOU!” he drunkenly shouts, and makes a dive bomb for you, attempting to score a kiss.
  • You are surprised with this declaration so you sit there in stunned silence, but Saeran reacts first and violently pins the guy to the wall while Saeyoung brings you to a safe distance away from him.
  • “Try that again, mister, and you might not just get a bruise the next time,” Saeran dangerously warns, as he twists the guys arms enough to make him scream in pain, but not injure
  • “Saeran, that’s enough,” Saeyoung scolds
  • He lets go of the guy and lets him drop to the floor with a thud, and pulls you away from the party.
  • Your friends now know not to invite that guy if they want you to come along with them, for fear of your boyfriend.

V/Jihyun

  • You were enjoying a quiet night with him, drinking at a seaside bar
  • When suddenly, a random drunk guy approaches you and kisses you
  • You are shocked, so you couldn’t react right away.
  • V swiftly grabs him and coldly pins him to the ground with his boot
  • He then crouches down to whisper something to the guy, which makes him pee his pants on the spot, apologize, and run away.
  • The bar manager approaches you and apologizes profusely, making the next round of drink and food free for you.
  • You ask him what he whispered to the guy that made him so scared
  • But he just chuckled and brought your hand to his lips
  • “It’s a secret, sweetheart” and he smiles as he empties his glass and orders another high ball.
  • Nobody messes with a drunk V.

booksforthoughts  asked:

"Can I tell you a secret?" Nessian <3

@booksforthoughts it took me lots I am sorry, but I hope you’ll like it!

There’s light seeping through the windows.

They are both still in bed, and Cassian looks at the golden strand of Nesta’s hair, the sound of her regular breathing and the puff of air on his chest are all a proof of the beautiful reality they are now living.

He passes his fingers in her hair, brushing lightly on the pointed tip of her ear and she mumbles something under her breath, snuggling closer to him.

“Why are you awake. Sleep.” she says, her arms going around his neck, and he can feel every inch of her naked body against his.

Can I tell you a secret, sweetheart?” he asks as she looks up to him, those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes full of love and when she nods, there’s this look on her face, of trust, and he can’t see a trace of the walls he used to hate so much.

 Cassian holds her closer, kissing her temple and then her jaw, moving his lips near her ear as he whispers “I’ve never been more happy than I am now.”

And the smile that blooms on her face at his words, the way she takes his face in her hands and kisses him, the sweet taste of her lips, it’s happiness.

Check Yes or No: Chapter Three


Just under midnight, as promised! I have given up on the “keep reading” function, so there should be no problems this time (she says as she crosses all the fingers and toes while wishing on a star) I hope you all enjoy the newest installment. But, as always this is for the lovely @takemeawaytocamelot Hope you love it! And of course: questions and constructive criticisms are always welcomed.


Without thinking, Jamie reached out and hugged Claire. His brain wasn’t yet able to reconcile the words that had come out of her mouth.

“Jamie, we’re moving. We leave in the morning.”

He couldn’t speak. He just let his head fall and held her. They stood like that until the street lights came on.  She pulled away first, wiped her face and tried her best to smile at him.  It was meant to be reassuring, but for him it became one more thing he tried to catalog about her in his mind.

He tried to hold her again, convinced that if she were in his arms, she couldn’t, would not leave. He would get more time. He’d be able to talk to her as they had been before, finally being able to ask what happened, and maybe spend forever holding her hand and eating lunch on the swings. But when he tried, those dreams were shattered as she took a step back.

“Claire?”

“Don’t, please. I’ll never be able to stop crying if you do. Please.”

Nodding, he prepared to say more. Anything at all. But when he opened his mouth again she leaned in, kissed his cheek and ran away. Jamie stood there, rooted to the ground, yelling as she faded away toward her house. He wanted so much to follow her, but that hope died too as Claire didn’t enter the house. Instead, she went directly into a waiting car and drive off; away from him and his breaking heart.

When he could no longer see the tail lights, he turned and tried to walk home. It wasn’t far but every step felt as if he had boulders strapped to each leg. In that moment, all he wanted was to lay down and let the earth claim him. He’d never felt anything like this before, not even the loss of his mother had hurt exactly like this, and at the time he had thought that pain would kill him outright. This, though, he knew wouldn’t be so kind. This would linger and burn anytime he thought too much.

Full dark had descended by the time he made it home. Brian was waiting, nervously pacing the length of the dooryard. Hearing the gate open, his head shot up. All the anger and worry disappeared when he saw Jamie, quickly being replaced with terror.

“Jamie! What happened, Are ye alright? Are ye hurt?”

After checking for obvious signs of bodily harm and finding none, he pulled Jamie to his chest and hugged him fiercely.  

“What happened, son?”

Jamie let out a sob like a gut punch. He couldn’t decide what finally triggered it. Whether it was being left alone with his own thoughts on the walk home, perhaps he was finally starting to grasp what had happened, or if it was being in his father’s arms where he had always thought nothing could hurt him. Realizing that even the strong arms around him couldn’t shield him from this hurt, the floodgates opened.

“She’s gone. Sh..she left and I dinna know, know why. Wh…what I did.”

“Oh, lad.”

Brian held him tightly whispering into his hair and rocking gently. He would ask more later, but for now his questions didn’t matter, just that his son was safe. The rest he knew would take time.

———-

“Gilli… please?”

Claire had spent the better part of an hour begging her friend to help her. She should have known it would be difficult, she knew Gillis didn’t like Jamie. For whatever reason, she loathed that Claire had formed a bond with him. She had been that way since they had that stupid sleep over and played truth or dare. That night had ended with Claire being mortified and suddenly ashamed for kissing Jamie and admitting it. The subsequent jokes about her and what she had done didn’t help either. That situation and the current trouble she was having, made her wish desperately that she had chosen dare.

“Why would you even want to? You’ve left, you’re on an adventure; Just leave and be done with him.  I’m sure he’ll forget soon enough.”

Claire couldn’t contain it.  She sobbed openly then. That was her biggest fear, that he would. That, even in the short amount of time she had been gone, he had forgotten her. But, even if that were true, she had to try. She would not allow herself to believe that whatever they had was so disposable. She had to believe that she meant at least as much to him as he did to her, it hurt too much otherwise.

“Please. Even if he does… forget. I must try, please.”

“Fine, send it to me. But don’t ever say I never did anything for ye.”       

Two weeks later there was a letter in the post when Gillis got home. She brought it to school and slipped it into Jamie’s locker. They shared enough classes that she noticed he wasn’t there. The school year was almost over, less than a month. Absences at this point were rare, if not completely unheard of save for dire situations. After a few days though, she still hadn’t seen him, but heard some of his friends talking and found that he and his father had been in a mostly minor accident. Brian was fine, but from the impact Jamie had shattered his hand and dislocated his shoulder; he wouldn’t be returning until the fall. Mrs. Fitz had cleaned out and boxed both his locker and his desk to be sent to his home.

The boxes and remaining classwork were collected and brought home for Jamie to work on and sort through. Brian was desperately hoping this would be enough of a distraction to help pull Jamie out of his depressed mood; even a small amount would help. Luck, however, did not appear to be on his side. When the boxes were placed in his room, Jamie pulled out the essentials needed to complete his final assignments. He closed the boxes and asked if they could just be stored in his closet.

———-

“Claire…”

Claire spun on her heel towards Frank, who had called her name at the same time but at a much louder volume than Jamie’s gasp of recognition. Narrowly missing having to deal with him just yet. Of course, she had recognized him. Almost the moment she had looked up from their collision. She knew it was him, she couldn’t believe her eyes. He hadn’t changed, not really. He was still the first boy to walk her home, to listen to her, her first kiss, her first lo… No, she wouldn’t go there. Walking through the crowd she could almost laugh, not two hours ago she had stated with such conviction that little rattled her, and nothing in here would. Well, she’d never win on horses; but damned if she wouldn’t take the chance to get the hell out of dodge.

“Are you alright darling, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Well, you know,” She said, slowly “I’m not all sure that I haven’t.”

She knew she must look shaken, and did her best to smile and pull her mind squarely back into the moment with Frank.

“I’m fine. Oh, here’s your drink. Are you having any fun at all?”

Thankfully, he accepted her subject change, going into a lengthy story of the teacher he ran into and the following debate about some battle or another. Claire did her best to remain interested, interjecting an opinion on the matter here and there, but her heart wasn’t in it like it normally would be. Not because she wasn’t interesting in historical battles, but rather because every few moments she got the unnerving feeling that she was being watched.  She had absolutely no question as to whom it was and flat out refused to turn and acknowledge it.

———-

Jamie had quickly found Ian after his brush with Claire. He rushed up to him, pulling him away from another conversation saying simply, “Shit, she’s here.”

Ian looked around the room in brief confusion but, quickly found the “she” Jamie had been talking about. “So she is. What’s do ye plan to do then?”

Ian was no fool, he knew how Jamie felt, had known for years. Hell, he had been there when she left with nothing more than a goodbye. But still, he had no idea what to do.

He stayed quiet allowing Jamie to process what he could of the situation. They both stood quietly, watching her from across the room. Ian saw her with another man, and saw that Jamie was watching too. He sighed quietly then, knowing what was going to happen before Jamie even spoke.

“I’ve got to go a speak wi’ her. Christ, it’s her. I’ve got to!”

Jamie strode away then, seeing that she had broken away from her date, and moved to a porch. Ian shook his head and went to find Jenny. He wished he could say something, anything, to stop Jamie, but nothing would help and he knew it. This was the wreck you watched as you drove by–and it killed him.

———-

In the crisp September air, Claire could finally catch her breath.  She let the soft sound of the music from inside mix with the sounds of the night, feeling the peace in it all. She should have felt badly for leaving Frank, but she knew he was never alone for long, always finding someone to talk with. Too busy in her mind taking silly bets with herself on just who Frank’s unsuspecting victim might be, she hadn’t immediately noticed that she was no longer alone. She couldn’t breathe again.  She knew it was him and knew he was here for her, watching as she registered his presence and waiting for a reaction.

She hadn’t heard him come out here She was completely taken off guard. She hadn’t moved, wouldn’t.

“Don’t.”

It was all she could come up with then. Right then, she didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to feign strangers-once friends catching up. She just wanted the night’s stars and herself. Unfortunately, Jamie hadn’t gotten that memo, and actually said something this time.

“Claire, please?”

She whirled on him then; All her calm and collection disappearing into the night sky, like the smoke from fire. Blue clashed with whisky and they each saw the years of battle the other had been through: Hers with herself, his with her.

“No,” she all but yelled “No! Don’t ‘Claire please?’ me. You’ve had years to have your say and you chose not to. You ignored it. So, now is mine. Go. Away. Time has made your voice no more than a whisper to my ears.” Jamie’s face showed nothing, all she could read were his eyes, showing so much hurt and confusion. But she didn’t, couldn’t care, it was far too late for that. And so, she continued. “I wrote you, I wrote to you and never, not once did you deign to respond. So just don’t, Jamie it’s too late now.”

With that she brushed past him, back into the ballroom, back to the sea of faceless people and back again; so very far away from him.

I can’t believe Stephanie Cordato Patrick accidentally ended up at a sketchy Halloween rave party in an abandoned warehouse without a floor.

I am incredibly interested in how she ended up there, especially considering she said you had to pay some guy on a street corner for a map.

Scars (Hurt pt. 4)

Warnings: pretty smutty in the beginning and a little at the end.


A/N: I’m sad it’s ending but, all good things come to an end. A majority of this is in Peter’s POV. I feel like this is how Peter thinks about love.


Enjoy!

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Peter

I watched the beautiful woman below me, her chest was rising and falling gently as she slept. This was my second time waking up next to her and all I want to do is lock her in a house away from everyone, she would be mine and mine alone. She’d never leave me, I’d never leave her.

“I could do it so simply” I whispered against her hair and ran my fingers along the skin of the thigh that rested atop my legs. [Y/N] was currently pressed against me with her head on my chest and her leg wrapped around me.

I hated her.

I hated what she did to me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she smelled, the way she smiled. The way she made me smile, the way she made me laugh, the way she made feel. Especially now as her leg brushed against my hardening member. I just got it down. I groaned at the sensation, waiting for another press, gasping when it came. I let out a whimper as she moved her leg away completely. Only she could get me to whimper. She was so unintentionally sexy.

She rolled onto her back and I listened as her heart rate sped up. She was evil. She looks good enough to eat as her shirt was lifted to the point just below her breasts and her shorts sat dangerously low on her hips. Her lips parted and a moan escaped, I closed my eyes and listened intently. I had to unzip my jeans as they were getting tight. I watched her nipples harden through her top being able to see them even though she wore a bra made it even sexier. I almost felt bad about my hand grasping my aching member. Almost. But I didn’t feel bad, instead I opened my mouth and let a moan escape after she let out another one of her own.

“Peter” she moaned lightly. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. What was I doing to her in her dreams?  I wanted to do them now. I began pumping myself faster.

“[Y/N]” I whispered and opened my eyes to watch her lips tilt up just slightly.

“Yes,” she moaned in a fever. I was almost over the edge as her heartbeat sped again and she began fidgeting. She was waking up, I held in a groan as I pulled my hand away and manuevered myself back in my pants.

“Nice of you to join the living” I tried to sound calm.

“Oh God. You’re still here?” Her eyes fluttered open as her perfect mouth formed a perfect smile. My heart stopped because for one second I thought she was serious, but that smile gave my heart a restart. She had to be a witch.

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.” I rolled on my side to face her. I held in my wince, painfully aware of my member pressing against my jeans.

“Really? And what could I have possibly said in my sleep?” She placed her hands behind her head, trying to be calm. I could hear her heartbeat though, and it was telling all her secrets.

“Sweetheart, you were just curled up against me like a kitten” a smirk was playing on my lips. “And you were purringvery loudly.” She looked away. I loved doing to her what she did to me.

I was about to continue torturing her when​ my phone rang next to me. I groaned and rolled to answer it, I groaned even louder when I saw that it was Stiles face timing me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was watching with curious ones of her own. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Stiles, it’s too early in the morning for me to look at your face” I told him once I answered and his stupid grin was plastered on his face.

“Awe, don’t be that way. Plus it’s like 2 in the afternoon.” His upbeat attitude was irksome. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. Fucking hell, the time just got away from me when I was with her.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“We want to come swimming!” Kira jumped in to view.

“No.” I stated simply

“Pleeeaassee? We’ll get Chinese” he begged. He knew I loved the restaurant they went to, they would never tell me the name. I gave in.

“Fine. But, I want a full chow mein to myself.”

“And sesame chicken” Y/N spoke softly next to me but then covered her mouth as eyes widened as she was out of frame.

“And sesame chicken” I told him, looking back to my phone.

“Wait Peter, what was that?” His grin grew too large for his face. “Is that a girl?” I hung up.

“Holy shit that was close.” She sighed in relief. I’d be lying if I said her relief didn’t sting, I didn’t know we were a secret.

“Don’t want them to know about our secret rendezvous?” I quirked my eyebrow and leaned into her. She leaned away and furrowed her own, the scent of worry leaked into my nose as I inhaled. A look she gave me when I was being stupid, when I let an emotion show. How did she always know?

“You’re no secret, Peter.” Her eyes searched my face. “I just think it’d be hard to explain sleeping with each other without actually… sleeping with each other?” She tried to explain. I must have looked better because I didn’t deserve the smile she gave me.

“True. No one would believe that I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” The way her breath hitched made me want to continue, “Hell, I barely do.” I smirked as she pushed her legs together.

Her phone beeped and she read the text aloud.“‘Hey, meet us at Peter’s in thirty​, we’re going swimming!!!’ Wow, Three exclamation points… Kira’s excited” she laughed lightly and I scoffed.

“How do you propose the whole sleeping not sleeping thing?” I glanced at her “Because you reek of me… Among other things” I had her blushing again as she stood quickly and walked to her dresser.

“Do I really smell that bad?” She mumbled as she rummaged through her clothes. I took the chance to move behind her.

“Sweetheart, you smell absolutely delicious.” I whispered in her ear and took a deep inhale.

“You’re right, I should shower to get your scent off of me.” she walked to the bathroom quickly but not before I could see the smile forming on hers face.

“That’s not really how it works” I called to her.
—-
After [Y/N]’s shower it was my turn and I took a shorter one than her to her surprise. We rushed down the stairs to my car, we realized that we would need to get to my place before them so that I could change and we could come up with a plan. I’d explained to her my scent won’t just wash off, we’d have to go days without physical contact. Something that I never wanted to happen.

“We made it!” She said after I’d run up to my apartment at werewolf speed and changed into shorts.

“Not exactly.” I motioned to myself. “We still smell like each other” I didn’t mind one bit.

“I have an idea” she said after a second and to my surprise and delight, she lifted the white cover up, over her head and smiled. I watched her with hungry eyes. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me because now all she wore was a, deep red bikini that tied at the sides. I was brought out of my daze when I felt a push on my back. I turned with a raised eyebrow and lowered my defenses when I was met with a mischievous smile and another push, this time I allowed my body to move. Big mistake, suddenly I was submerged in water, I swam to the top and shook out my hair with a glare.

“Seriously? I told you, it doesn’t work like that.” I climbed out of the pool.

“Yeah but, if we look like we’re playing, that’s the alibi.” She grinned. It was a solid plan, better than mine.

“I knew I liked you” I poked her nose and smirked at her before I scooped her into my arms before hopping in the pool with her. What the hell am I doing?

“Shit.” She hissed when we came up for air. She brought her hand to her face and looked at it, I watched her pained expression.

“What happened?” I grabbed her wrist and looked at her hand. There were three claw marks on the back of her hand, claw marks that I left when I told her about my eyes, they softened and I kissed every mark.  "Never again…“ I told her as I held her hand, taking the pain away.

“It’s fine, they’ll be fine” She smiled at me “I’ll just have a few small scars” she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. “Thank you though, it’s like it never happened” her eyes sparkled up at me.

“If it starts hurting again just come to me” I was being drawn in to her, “come to me for anything.” I spoke lowly as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my head to lean my forehead against hers. I groaned when I heard the sputtering of Stiles’s shitty Jeep.

“What?” She questioned breathlessly.

“They’re here” I grumbled and got out of the pool once again she followed. “Showtime” I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

Once I saw Kira and Liam running to the pool I picked Y/N up and spun her before tossing her in once again. She came up for air and I laughed at the look she gave me.

“My payment?” I asked Kira who was already beginning to throw her pool supplies in. I heard Y/N say hi to Liam and begin making her way out of the pool I turned just in time to catch her swimming to the edge and climbing the ladder out of the pool, she pushed her hair back as she walked over to where she could grab a towel.

“She may as well be a Playboy bunny” Lydia spoke behind me. When I turned I saw, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia and my lovely nephew Derek gaping at her.

“Hey guys!” She looked up and gave the group a wide smile. Her voice must have brought them out of their daze because as soon as she spoke, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac began pushing past each other as they said their collective hellos.

It’s going to be a long day.
—-
I watched as Y/N sat on Derek’s shoulders opposite Kira who sat on Isaac’s. I wanted to feel angry at the fact that someone else was so close to that area of her body but, the happiness she wore made it impossible. I let out a small laugh when she fell into the water after Kira tickled her to get her to fall.

“You’re staring.” Lydia’s voice broke me from my gaze. I took a sip of my drink and stared straight ahead. I could feel her standing next to me, if it wasn’t Y/N, I’d have to say that Lydia was the least annoying person in Scott’s pack. I actually liked her. How could I not? She brought me back to life.

“So is everyone else,” I muttered at the small girl beside me. It was true, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Even now, as she swam to Liam to dunk his head, the boy nearly had a heart attack at the touch. Stiles was watching as he slipped through a straw and Scott sat on the pool chair next to him, trying to avert his eyes to any and everything.

“True but, you’ve been staring for months” she folded her lips. It was true, but it was much more than mere months. I’ve just been getting sloppy.

“So have you, apparently” I placed a smirk on my face. “Anything you want to tell me?” I leaned against the wall next to me.

“Ugh. No thank you, I prefer my men not to crawl out from the depths of hell.” Her tone was light “Besides, you’ve only got eyes for her” She nodded to Y/N, who was currently making her way over to us. “Stop staring Peter, before it’s too late” she walked away, but not before a tilt of her head that landed in Scott and Stiles’s direction. When I followed, my eyes landed on Scott, who was watching Y/N intently.

“Where’s she going?” She furrowed her eyebrows in Lydia’s direction when she reached me.

“Don’t know, couldn’t care less” I took a drink.

“Rude.” She giggled.

“You having fun?” I didn’t want to waste my time with her talking about anyone else.

“I’d be having a lot more if you’d join in on the festivities” she looked at me with big eyes. She pulled out the big guns fast, usually she saved this look for when I didn’t participate in birthday parties.

“What? I was just talking to Lydia” was that whiney tone really me? God she turned me into a big ball of mush. She kept looking. “Okay, if you want me that badly… Push me in” I smirked and walked to the pool, stopping just before the edge.

Much to my surprise, I felt her warm thighs wrap around me from behind and her arms were wrapped around my neck as I fell into the pool with her on my back. When I came up for air, I was immediately dunked back under. The second time I came up I was met with melodic laughter and a beautiful smile. I matched both with some of my own.

“See? Fun.” She said once her laughter died down.

“Yeah. Trying to kill me is everyone’s favorite pastime” I rolled my eyes and she laughed once again.

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d know” it was her turn to roll her eyes. We were interrupted when Liam did a cannonball. ‘Fun’ she mouthed as she swam away and Kira gathered the courage to splash me.

After a while I began enjoying myself, much to my dismay. Stiles and Isaac had double teamed me in a water gun fight and Lydia had to come ‘Save me’. I swam to the edge of the pool and leaned against the edge, my elbows resting on either side of me. I would love to say that I didn’t notice when her legs started dangling in the water next to me, but I was painfully aware of everything she did. We sat quietly for a while, watching everyone, we didn’t speak to each other until, she placed a hand on one of my biceps and squeezed lightly.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, shocked at the sudden sensation. My hand instinctively resting on hers.

“Not at all.”  She bit her lip softly.

Reader

Peter’s fingers felt warm against yours as you sat with each other. The sun had gone down by now and all the wolves were getting much rowdier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all day, and it’s not because he was shirtless. It’s funny how you never realized how much you looked at him before. But now, you may as well have it plastered on your forehead. Your thoughts broke when Peter let go of your hand.

“Y/N?” Scott spoke up next to you. You jumped just a little and looked up at him.

“Scott?” You mocked his tone and smiled at him.

“Can we talk?” He looked serious. You furrowed your brows and stood.

“Yeah, you okay?” You took a glance at Peter but, he was already swimming away. You took the towel that Scott handed you and wrapped it around yourself as you began walking towards the parking lot.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Peter” he told you once you’d reached Stiles’s Jeep.

“I’m not we-” you began.

“Don’t lie to me” his eyes flashed red for a second, you backed away. Scott didn’t notice, “I can smell you right here. I can smell you over where his car his. You practically live here. I’ve been smelling you here for over six months. I bet if we left for your apartment I’d smell him there, too.” he crossed his arms.

“ If you must know. He spent the night at mine last night and I have clothes left here because I forget them and-” you stopped short realizing how bad this sounds. “Look Scott, I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I definitely don’t have to explain what goes down in my nether regions” you glared at him, tired of the third degree.

“You do if I think you’re in danger! Being alone with Peter is the last thing you want to do.” Scott said in a huff.

“And how would you know, Scott? Maybe all the smelling you’ve been doing is taking up your ability to listen to reason. I mean come on, we’re standing in a parking lot, dripping wet. We look fuckin’ crazy!” You spread your arms to show the scene around you.

“You don’t understand” he started.

“No, you don’t understand. Is it so hard to think that not everyone is shitting on Peter? That he actually cares about us? He risks his life just as much as the rest of you! You’re at his house right now. Listen, Scott, you’re not his alpha, and you’re definitely not mine. so you can flash your little eyes all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from being an adult.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that hurt him a little but, it hurt you that he didn’t believe you.

You began to walk away but Scott grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest. “This isn’t about Peter” he said softly. Before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back for one second before stopping. The kiss that he was trying to give you would have been dubbed passionate if they were the right lips. He pulled away when he noticed you’d stopped kissing back. “What’s wrong?“he dropped his hold on you.

"Maybe before, Scott…” You began. It was true, you’d had a crush on Scott for a while but that ended a long time ago. You kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. “You’re an amazing friend…But, you’re not him” you shrugged and made your way back to the pool.

It was time to tell him everything you’d been feeling since the night at Derek’s loft. Even before then, you’d noticed Peter’s eyes on you more often than not. That made you curious, and you found yourself watching him. The friendship that you and Peter had was much more than that, you didn’t want to admit that you developed feelings for him. Much more than any crush.

“The other night was incredible, Peter” The woman said. Peter? Not Peter Hale. You rounded the corner slowly and saw Peter leaning against the wall standing over a woman with incredibly dark haired woman with long legs, she looked to be in her mid 40’s, she still had a youthful glow to her, maybe it was the Botox. Then other night? Seriously.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime” He leaned down to her shoulder. A rage came over you.

“Yeah. Maybe you should” you said as you passed him, bumping his shoulder as you did. You’re pretty sure it hurt you more than him. You walked over to grab your purse and your keys, you looked at your keyring and got a look of determination in your eyes. You made your way inside to the elevator and pressed Peter’s floor. You saw him begin making his way to the elevator just as the doors closed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He said once you reached his door.

“How’d you get up here?” You looked at him accusingly

“I took the stairs” he look at you quizzically. You sighed. Of course he did. You ignored him and began unlocking the door.
“Better question is, why do you have a key to my house?” He didn’t stop you as you opened the door, just followed you.

“Was a dare.” You mumbled curtly, remembering that time that you’d been dared to steal Peter’s keys, he’d had to stay at Derek’s for a few days because he was locked out.

“Original question: What are you doing?” Amusement danced in his eyes, it pissed you off that he thought this was funny. You were still reeling from your confrontation with Scott so it made you extremely irritated. You ignored him as you began searching through his dresser, he grabbed your wrist. “What. Are. You. Doing?” He glared.

“I’m here to take my clothes out of your creepy shrine.” You seethed at him once you ripped your wrist from his hand. “Don’t worry, you can go back to your housewife, I won’t steal anything” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked hurt, you went back to searching because you didn’t think that you’d ever cause that look in his eyes.

You started pulling your clothes out once you found them and you heard his breathing get heavy behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall, both your wrists were held above your head. “Why are you so mad” he growled, his fangs were out and that should have terrified you but, you weren’t afraid.

“Let me go.” You tried to move your wrists from his grasp to no avail, ignoring the fact that your heart was picking up in pace at his proximity.

“No. Tell me why, now.” His patience was running out.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with some married woman with boobs so fake that you could use them as floating devices.” You huffed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you want to do it again.” You mumbled.

“That’s a crock of bullshit!” He yelled, his fangs retreating. “What? Am I supposed to tell you about my nighttime activities? Is it in the best friend clause?” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke sarcastically.

“No, I just think you can do better” you narrowed your eyes back. He let go and backed away. He let out a low chuckle as his eyes raked your body. It was terrifying.

“You’re jealous.” He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “You don’t get to be jealous. And you don’t get to react like this when you’re jealous for the first time.”

“I’m not jealous.” You finally pushed yourself off the wall.

“I can smell it on you.” He said through gritted teeth. “You think it’s fair for you to be jealous right now? Because I’m sleeping with someone? I’ve had to watch you go on shitty dates for over a year. I was literally in your bed last night because you didn’t get laid.” He said so harshly that it made you wince.  "But now you’re mad that I did?!“ You started to leave but his frame blocked the door.

"I’m not. jealous.” You repeated, trying to sound honest.

“Now you’re lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. I see the way you respond to me, how you have to stop short everytime you think we’re going too far.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes fine. I’m jealous, okay? I know I don’t have a right to be but, I am. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything when it comes to you.” You walked closer to him. “But don’t think I don’t notice you stop short, too. You tease and tease but you’re never ready to seal the deal.” You huffed and it was Peter’s turn to look away.

“Because I don’t deserve you. What happens if you fall in love with me too and I hurt you? You think that I’ll be able to live with myself? You think that I’ll let anyone else live?” His eyes flashed blue once they were looking at you. “Every day with you is torture.” You furrowed your brows. “I am so attuned to you it’s debilitating. I hear your voice when it’s 50 feet away, I smell your scent everytime I breathe, I smell your hate, your love, jealousy, passion. Everything. I don’t keep your clothes here because I’m nice they’re here because I need to remind myself that I don’t deserve you. I do it all to remind myself of that. I would have been fine, torturing myself every single day. But then you had to go and decide to be my 'best friend’. I’m not in the market for friendship but, I’d do anything for you.” He was breathing like he’d just run 10 miles.

“You love me?” You said once he was finished. He gave you a look that said seriously? “I heard everything else but… You love me?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I’m in the 'love you so much I’ll go crazy if I don’t spend every second of the day with you’ kind of love.” He admitted, looking you in the eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“If you can hear me from 50 feet, how come you didn’t hear what I said to Scott?” You said softly, changing the subject. Peter Hale couldn’t love you, could he?

“Now you’re mad at me for not listening to your conversations?” His voice was light and a small smile was on his face. “Shut up and let me kiss you.” He said before scooping you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It had been a week since you felt his lips against yours but, it felt like a lifetime. He pushed his tongue into your mouth quickly and you fought a losing battle for dominance. Your wrapped you legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his member against you, through your bikini bottoms. He moaned at the same sensation.

Suddenly you were atop the dresser with Peter stood between your legs, his mouth was on yours in a fierce heat, there was lip biting and hair pulling. The kiss didn’t stop until you needed air and even then his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, down the middle of your chest. You pulled his swim trunks down and blushed as you felt the size of his member. He wasn’t lying. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your collarbone and pulled the strings to your bikini top. He massaged his hand on one of your breasts as the top fell.

“Peter…” You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

“I swear to God, if you say 'we can’t’. Someone’s dieing tonight.” He said against the skin of your breasts. You giggled lightly but, it turned into a moan as Peter bit your nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.

“I was going… to say let’s… go to the bed” you said, trying to catch your breath. He pulled away and smirked.

“Oh no no no, Sweetheart. I said no beds for our first time” he pulled your bottoms off. “I’m keeping that promise.” He began attacking your lips once more.
—–

“No beds, huh?” You said as you stretched out on Peter’s bed. You watched as Peter tugged a shirt over his head, already having put on sweats.

“I said first time. No one said anything about round two and three.” He smirked at you and crawled into the bed.

“You really love me, huh?” You bit your lip once he came to hover above you.

“I do.” He nodded firmly before giving you a soft slow kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you need for you to believe it.” He kissed you between 'i love yous’. You didn’t know how to feel, you definitely felt more for this man than any other but, love? “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready” Hurt showed through his eyes for a fleeting second before he said “You’ll say it back soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.” Peter meant it to be romantic but, it came out menacing and you couldn’t help but smile at the promise.

“I know you will.” You smiled up at him. You would make it your goal for him to never have that look in his eye again. “You still have that Chinese food?” You blushed out after your stomach rumbled lightly. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before climbing off the bed.

“I knew you were just using me for the Chinese.” He smiled.

“Of course I am. Why else would I be here?” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you both were laughing before Peter made his way out the door.

“Tell Scott that if he ever kisses you again. I’ll become the new Alpha” he growled and went to get the food.

anonymous asked:

I'm v sick and would like some Bucky taking care of sick Clint pls

313. 

“Not sick,” Clint said, his head resting in the crook of his elbow, forearm shading his eyes. 

“Yeah, stand up and tell me that,” Bucky answered off-hand, attempting to fit a cucumber into the salad crisper with all the goddamn beer. He shoulda known better, of course, ‘cos the next thing he heard was a loud crash. He span around to see Clint lying on the floor, his arm still propped up on the coffee table, which’d been shoved forward with his weight. 

“Ow,” he said, soft and pathetic, and he was a shade of pale that was honestly starting to be a little worrying. 

“Okay, that’s it,” he said, “you’re going back to bed, don’t even try to argue that with me.” 

Clint just kinda grunted in response, squinting against the dull gray light, and he didn’t protest when Bucky pulled him upright and draped his arm around Bucky’s shoulders. Close up, Clint was shaking a little, a fine tremor that he must be working hard to keep so unnoticeable. He was sweating through his shirt, and radiating heat, but his teeth were starting to chatter. 

“Dammit, Clint,” Bucky said. He half-supported, half-carried him over to the staircase, then made an executive decision and bent down so he could haul Clint over his shoulder. And that worked fine most of the way up the stairs, right up until Clint started struggling. Weakly, sure, but it was enough to almost make Bucky lose his balance, especially when Clint’s knee got him right in the ribs. 

“All right, asshole,” he said, dumping him onto the messed up sheets, “I get that you’re a strong independent woman who don’t need no - Clint?” 

Clint was moving weakly, trying to push himself backwards and away from Bucky, sweat beading on his forehead. “I don’t wanna,” he said, and he sounded confused, not contrary. “You don’t have to -”

“Clint,” Bucky said, and he crouched next to the bed, reaching across so he could put his palm against Clint’s forehead. “Clint, baby, you’re burning up. You got a thermometer around here?” 

“I - er.” Clint licked his lips, frowned. “I think -” he gestured vaguely towards the bathroom. Bucky diverted to open the windows, letting in the sound of traffic and a fresh spray of rain, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

“Er, Sergeant Barnes?” The voice on the other end was a little hesitant, which made sense - it wasn’t like him and Bruce Banner had ever exactly been friends. 

“Hey,” he said, rummaging through the medical cabinet above the sink that was stacked almost to bursting with band-aids. “Sorry to bother you, doc, but Clint’s got a fever and I figure things’ve changed a bunch since I was helping Steve out in the ‘30s. What should I -?” 

“Lots of water, keep him cool but not cold, cool cloth on the forehead - he’s not hallucinating?” 

“Clint’s sense of humor, who can tell?” Bucky said. “Nah, I think we’re good on that - he’s a little confused, maybe.” 

“I can come over if -”

“We’re good,” Bucky said, “I know you’re on vacation. I’ll take him to the doctors if I think we’ve got issues.” He cleared his throat a little, awkward. “Thanks, Bruce.” 

“My pleasure, Bucky,” Bruce said, and Bucky hadn’t known he knew the doc well enough to hear the smile in his voice. 

Bucky ran a little water over a washcloth, leaving the faucet running as he tried the basket of random crap Clint kept by the side of the shower. He always figured it for pocket contents, ‘cos there was a hell of a lot of loose change, but he finally unearthed the thermometer from under a magazine about home repairs. It was pretty cute, how hard Clint worked at the landlording thing. 

Armed with the thermometer, damp cloth, a plastic beaker of water, Bucky returned to the bedroom to find Clint half under the blankets, one arm, most of his legs and rumpled blond hair still visible. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky said, soft and fond and a tone reserved entirely for Clint and Lucky. “Let’s get you settled.”

Clint protested vigorously at having his shirt pulled off over his head, scowling with his arms crossed over his chest and - with his hair standing up on end - looking like the world’s largest five year old. He submitted to the wipe-down, though, Bucky careful and thorough and gentle, even left-handed, and he even muttered a graceless thank you when Bucky’d carefully maneuvered a fresh shirt over his head. 

The pillows were easily switched out for the ones from his side of the bed, plusher and fresher ‘cos Clint was the secret kinda sweetheart and Bucky was selfish enough to let him get away with it, in no small part because Clint’s preferred position was to sleep with his head mostly on Bucky’s chest. Bucky assumed that was a little why Clint was still scowling when Bucky took away the half-drained beaker and made him lay back. He brushed the hair away from Clint’s forehead and set to smoothing away the frown with his thumb. 

“How’re you so good at this?” Clint asked, every blink taking a little longer, “is this a Steve thing?” 

“Some of it,” Bucky said, “some of it was my little sister, always catching somethin’ nasty from the kids at school. Anyone do this for you?” 

“Didn’t get sick when I was a kid,” Clint said, half-asleep already. “They didn’t have time for it.” 

“I always got time for you, Clint,” Bucky said, soft, as Clint’s breathing slowed with the sweep of Bucky’s thumb. “You always gotta make time for the people you love.” 

Sweetheart

Hi. I know this isn’t on your prompt list but I’d love for you to write this. The reader is the top hacker at Kingsman. One day before a briefing a new agent thinks she’s a secretary. He asks her to make in a cup of tea and calls her sweetheart. He regrets it minutes later, Can you have her dating eggsy as well.

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In the middle of the briefing room stood Y/N, clipboard in hand, her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was about to take the briefing about a group of hackers that wanted to get into the Bank of England and she needed men on the inside whilst she tried to out hack them.

She was the boss and Eggsy took his chair admiring how beautiful and confident his girlfriend looked. Merlin took a seat next to him as new agent walked into the briefing room. He swagged in with arrogance, ignoring the fact he was late.

“Perfect, hey sweetheart, a cup of tea would be lovely. Merlin, when are we starting the brief.” The new agent smiled, completely ignoring Y/N stood in front of the monitor. Merlin went to open his month but Eggsy put his hand up to stop him. “I want to see where this goes.” Eggsy smirked looking at the angry look that fell across Y/N’s face.

“Sweetheart?” Her voice boomed. “The name is Morgana and you need to watch your mouth agent before I boot you into next week.” She hissed slamming her hand onto the table, “Got it?” She asked, the agent shaking. He nodded his head as he slowly sunk into his seat. “Good, now gentleman glasses on.” She smiled as both Eggsy and Merlin chuckled to themselves.

George Lovelace

Can we all just take a second to appreciate all the wonderful that is George Lovelace?

-George answered the call as the first Lovelace to be shadowhunter since 1878 (and that’s only if you count Jessamine, which I don’t think I do)

-He willingly admitted he was actually an adopted mundane despite tremendous peer pressure to hide it.

-Despite being very good looking and physically fit he was a very sweet, down to earth guy.

-He offered to attempt to raise poor abandoned baby Max with Simon if he had nowhere else to go

-He embraced all the nerdy teachings that Simon has to offer him

-He had a secret thing for boy bands

-He was adorably nostalgic about all the “lasts” of their time at the academy

-He was the “not-so-secret sweetheart” of the group

-He was a perfect Scottish angel AND he shared the snacks his mother sent him.

-He deserved SO much better than what he got in the end 😭😭😭


EDIT: I had to go through and change all the verbs to past tense. I STILL CANT ACCEPT IT.

nights for celebrations - jughead jones

Prompt: requested by an anon from my songfic list. Jughead and the gang have a night out with their Irish friend.

 A/N (please read): YAY SO IM FROM IRELAND AND I GOT TRY WRITE THIS YAY THANKS ANIN. This ended up being deeply personal as I myself am Irish and so this ended up being my favourite thing I’ve ever written (surprise, surprise the irish river dale obsessed girl likes the jughead x irish reader thing she wrote Also, Y/N ended up being super like me so apologies but I did try to keep her as ambiguous as I could). I hope you guys enjoy it and the extra bits (actual, not stereotypical or made up) culture I put in. The Irish stereotypes really pisses me off (and to be honest I don’t really like St. Patrick’s Day. I know, blasphem), so there are parts of me mentioning this in here.

listen to carrickfergus here

 Warning: Cursing, drinking.

 Words: 2014 oh god sorry it’s so long lol

 

It had been 10 months since Y/N Y/L/N had arrived on the scene from her native Ireland and if you said that she hadn’t stirred some variety into the small town of Riverdale, you’d be lying.

The night after herself and her family had arrived into town, she took a notion and fancied a burger. She found herself in your typical diner on the edge of town.

“Hiya, how’s it going? A burger and chips please. Sorry, fries.” You said to the dark haired lady behind the counter who smiled and you and took your order. Looking around the diner, you saw the place was busy enough, with one group of teenagers around her age sitting a few botths down. They were eyeing her out of the side of their eyes. Deciding to sit down and get out of their vantage point, Y/N pulled out a stool at the counter. Several moments later, an older man handed her the food and she thanked him as he looked at her with a quizzical smile. She noted they musn’t have many outsiders come into the town.

Just as she was finishing up her meal, a figure plopped into the seat opposite her. “Hey! I’m Veronica Lodge and I’m going to guess by the accent and the fact I don’t recognise you that you’re new around here.” The forwardness of the girl took you back a bit, but you laughed anyway.

“The accent stick out that much, huh? I’m Y/N” You extended her hand to Veronica to shake.

“I love it. I grew up in New York and I’m going to guess by the sound of it that you’re Irish?” Tilting her head at you and smiling, you immedietley liked this girl who was quizzing you even though you had just met.

“Yes, I am. We just got in yesterday. Economy is terrible at home so we needed a change.” Veronica nodded at you.

“Would you like to come sit with my friends? I was the only one brave enough to come and talk to you.” You nodded eagerly, desperate to try and make friends.

As she picked up your meal, she made your way to the booth of teenagers who were eyeing her earlier.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s Irish and just moved here yesterday. We’re her new friends.” You waved at the group and smiled a hello.

“Y/N this is Betty Cooper. Ultimate sweetheart and secret badass.” The blonde girl waved at her as her ponytail bobbed up and down.

“This is Archie Andrews, musician and football player. Your real-life Troy Bolton.” She smirked at the ginger boy

“Hey. Jaysus, with that hair they’ll think you’re the Irish one, not me.” The others in the group laughed at this.

The beanie-clad boy spoke before Veronica had the chance to introduce him.

“Jughead. Jones. The Third. Nice to meet you.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at the funny name, then realised she had heard worse at home.

Since that fateful day, much had happened. Y/N quickly integrated herself to the group and the became fast friends, enjoying her typical Irish sense of humour: sharp, witty and willing to take the piss out of everything, including herself. Herself and Jughead had become very close, and after 6 months, he kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

As March rolled around, so did St. Patrick’s Day, and Y/N may not be at home but she was sure as hell going to celebrate in style. She gathered the troops to her house and pulled out a 6 pack of cans of Guinness.

“Right lads. I’m not at home for our national holiday and I miss it so we’re heading down to the bar. First, I got the family to send me these over. Not the same as a good pulled pint but they’ll do. Drink up.” She handed out the cans and as she gave Jughead his she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Y/N, darling, I thought you hated the Irish stereotypes of drinking? Because, right now you’re certainly living up to it.” Kevin giggled, taking a swig.

“Now now Keller. I may not like the stereotypes but I’m still deeply patriotic and proud of my heritage. I don’t live up to any of the stereotypes; I’m not ginger, a leprechaun, I hate cabbage, I DO NOT  say ‘Top of the morning to you’ and I do not have a hidden pot of gold no matter how much you ask Jug. Now c’mon, away we go! ” Jughead laughed at his girlfriends antics but followed her anyway. He usually hated the social scene, but, as this was a local bar and not a club; he could do it (for Y/N at least.)

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table, with Johnny riding as shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance, you know

 

After an hour at the bar, Y/N had everyone in the bar celebrating Ireland. The party was in full swing with the whiskey and Guinness flowing. They were all chatting when Y/N stood up and walked over to the jukebox. Next thing, the music changed and on came Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. She walked over to Jughead and with all the strength in her body, pulled him onto the dance floor. After the song played, the young couple played some darts and some pool, in which Y/N beat Jughead at both. During some discussion of whether or not it was an 18 or 20 point difference between the in the darts, she pulled him in for a kiss. No matter how many times they kissed, he still felt like they were the only two people in the room when they did.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called, was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh, singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet

Acapella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me, you know

 

It was near closing time when the bar had quieted down a little that a slightly tipsy Veronica called out for Y/N to sing us an Irish song. Of course, the whole bar had heard and everyone was now chanting “SING!” at a very red Y/N. Giving in, she stood up on a bar stool as everyone fell quiet. Jughead was sitting right below her perch on the stool. He realised in this moment that he had never heard her sing.

Y/N opened her mouth, singing Carrickfergus, and it sounded like the soft ripple of a brook through a quiet forest. The whole bar was silent as she tapped her feet to give herself a beat and sang without a backing tune. Her voice was smooth, silvery and thick with emotion, with a hint of grit. Though there were over 50 people in that room, he could have sworn it was just the two of them, as through the whole song she never broke eye contact.

As she finished, she was met with whistles and applause from the crowd and pure shock from her friends. After many a ‘I had no idea you could sing’ and an incredibly bashful Y/N, she turned to Jughead.

“No idea how you hid a voice that criminally beautiful like that from a detective like me you lady.” She laughed at his words, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The group said their goodbyes outside the bar, and Jughead and Y/N began to make their way back to hers, hand in hand. Both taking a deep breath of the cool spring night air to rid themselves of the smell of smoke, whiskey and wine that had attached itself to their coats.

Now we’ve outstayed our welcome and it’s closing time
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine
As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

They laughed and joked around the whole way home, and upon reaching Y/N’s door; it was decided that Jug would stay the night. Her parents loved him anyway so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m fucking starving, do you want anything from the kitchen” She called over her shoulder.

“Me too. It’s me Y/N, I’ll honestly eat whatever is in your kitchen and lots of it.” He heard her glorious, melodic laugh from the other room.

She walked out with a packet of Doritos and sat on the sofa with him.

“Jesus Jug, that was one of the best bloody nights of my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I know it’s not either of our scenes but I had to make an exception for St. Patrick’s Day. I love you.” She smiled up at him from her place beside him.

I walked her home then she took me inside

Finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway girl and a perfect night

“I love you too. You know, I feel a short story coming on about tonight. A perfect girl and perfect night. I’ll call it Galway Girl.” He laughed at her face.

“You know there are places in Ireland apart from Galway right? I’m not even from Galway.” She nudged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Alliteration, Y/N. Alliteration. I have poetic license with this stuff.” Jughead smirked at his giggling girlfriend.

“You know, I just thought. I speak another language and I could say anything I want about you in it.” Y/N laughed at the false scandalized look on her boyfriends face.

“Is pian so thóin tú.” She kisses his nose as she says this.

“Does that mean ‘I Love You’?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her smugly.

“No. It means you’re a pain in the ass.” She doubled over laughing as he slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. She climbed onto his lap and pushed the beanie off his head and brushed back the stray hairs. Studying his beautiful face and staring into his eyes, she kissed him, soft and slow and filled with love.

“Tá mé in ngrá leat” She whispers, foreheads touching.

“Does that mean I love you?” He whispers back, breathlessly.

“Yes, that means I love you.” She chuckled.

“Well then tá mé i ngrá leat as well.”

For the rest of the night, the young couple lay in stitches, with Y/N trying to teach Jughead her native tongue. By the end of the night, he had the important stuff down perfectly.

Y/N was drifting off to sleep, head on his chest and legs tangled together.

“Hey Y/N/N?” The girl hummed in response.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” He whispered into her hair.

A smile broke out on the girls face, as she felt so at home in this boy’s arms, and he felt the same.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin.” And with those final words whispered, the young couple drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

My pretty little Galway girl

Tender

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Kim Jongin/Reader
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 3,824


“Do you need help with that?”

Before you could even answer you felt him move behind you stretching his arm above you and reaching for the large plastic bowl on the top shelf. You instantly felt your cheeks heat up from the way his warm chest brushed against your back, the way he had one hand on your shoulder rubbing gently as he set the bowl on the counter in front of you.

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