this is an amazing cover holy shit

GOT7 Introduction Post

ALRIGHT. You requested, I have written! In honor of the upcoming THOT7 comeback - may our souls be stolen and wallets be emptied.

Member by Member introduction, from oldest to youngest.

Mark Tuan, stage name: Mark. ‘93 line, rapper. Also in charge of acrobatics / fly boy stunts. From LA, USA. Quiet, very intelligent. ISTJ personality. The only one who can pull the hyung card on Jaebum and BOY, WHEN HE DOES. Sometimes pegged as the ‘bad boy’ but lol. Mark’s laugh cures evil and creates butterflies. Deep ass rap, will make you shake in your boots. I know you want me, so stop fronting.

Originally posted by marksonislovely

Im Jaebum, stage name: JB. ‘94 line, vocal and leader. Korean. Also writes / releases music under Def (used to be Def Soul, soundcloud here). A tsundere hoe, to quote myself. INFJ personality. Very intelligent, typically takes a more subdued role in the group but DAMN, MEMEBUM. Don’t let the rude exterior fool you, Jaebum is a straight up meme. There are hours of footage on Youtube to prove it. Owns like, a billion cats and they all sleep in his room. OG cat is Nora. 

Originally posted by marksmami

Jackson Wang, stage name: Jackson. (Chinese name, Wang Jia Er). From Hong Kong, China. ‘94 line, rapper. ENFJ personality. Was a nationally ranked / world class fencer until he was 17. Convinced his parents to let him audition for JYP, moved to Korea and followed his dreams of music. Speaks English, Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese and Shanghainese. Jackson is pure sunshine in addition to being the most extra variety star in existence. Will do a forward flip every chance he can. Is a gigantic mama’s boy. Would never hurt a fly.

Originally posted by vulcanide

Park Jinyoung, stage name: Jinyoung (IF YOU CALL HIM JR OR JUNIOR, HE WILL FITE U). ‘94 line, vocal and dancer. ISFJ personality. Korean. Before debuting as part of GOT7, debuted in a duo with Jaebum called JJ Project. Tied with Jaebum for first place at 2009 JYP auditions. Has melodious, beautiful falsetto. Is an actor, appeared in multiple web dramas and was the young main for Legend of the Blue Sea, in addition to the lead in the independent film, Nunbal. Writes fucking bops. Is basically good at everything, the boy to bring home to your parents. Also the man who may take over the world. Idk. I’m not biased.

Originally posted by park9495

Choi Youngjae, stage name: Youngjae. ‘96 line, main vocal. ISFJ personality. Korean. Only trained for 7 months before debut, POWERHOUSE vocal. Composes under the name of Ars. Often compared to an otter bc SMILEY and ADORABLE and just actual sunshine. Anyone who hurts Youngjae answers to Jaebum. Hates cucumbers. Co-owns a puppy named Coco with Mark. Constantly damaging Jackson’s hearing with his yelling.

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam, stage name: Bambam. ‘97 line, rapper. ESTJ personality. From Thailand, trained with JYP for three and a half years. Legal Thai name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul but is rarely used except in legal circumstances. Bambam is his name lol. ANYWAYS. Bambam has rapidly switched from adorable maknae line to fly-ass fashion mogul. Loves memes, all things pop culture and fashion. Speaks Thai, Korean and English. Loves to interact with fans, especially through Twitter. Constantly calling fans girlfriends at fanmeets, WILL DAB WHENEVER HE WANTS TO DAB.

Originally posted by jeonjuly

Kim Yugyeom, stage name: Yugyeom. ‘97 line, singer and main dancer. INFP personality. Korean. Maknae. Main dancer in GOT7, performed twice on Hit the Stage and won first place the second time. Like Bambam, has transformed from adorable maknae to champion of sexy dance. Yugyeom is coming for us all. Is quiet and sweet but also loves to troll hyung line. Specifically Jinyoung and Jaebum. Is the biggest JJ Project fan in the world. One day, Jinyoung might actually kill him. 

Originally posted by magiccastles


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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!

Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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How to ruin a thirsty NPC's day.

So I play in a Tyranny of Dragons game, and I had just retired my old character. My new character, a elf wizard/cleric (Ali) was going with our genasi monk (Gin) to visit an NPC named Jack in the Yawning Portal. This NPC happened to have a *huge* crush on our Monk.

We walked up to him and I’m introduced.
DM: Ali, you can tell that the moment he sees Gin, he becomes he extremely flustered.
Me: Alright. I shake his hand and say “Be careful not to fall to hard, dear, you might get a bruise.”
(Group starts laughing)
DM: Hah, okay, so you say that to him and he becomes even more flustered than he was before.
Gin’s player: Gin is completely oblivious and is really confused, like “he’s sitting down he’d have to fall off pretty hard to get a bruise.”
(Gin and the NPC proceed to have a conversation about another NPC, whilst I wiggle my eyebrows behind her to mess with Jack)
DM: Eventually the barkeep comes over with you drinks and asks for 3cp each.
Me(IC): I’ll cover it. Do you want a drink, Jack?
Jack: Nah thanks, just some more water.
Me(IC): To be honest, Jack, I’m not surprised by how much water you drink, considering how thirsty you are.
(Group immediately loses their shit)
DM, whilst laughing: Oh my god. That was amazing. You get inspiration, holy shit. You have never seen a human become more flustered than Jack is right now. He almost chokes on his water.

I’m so glad my new character gets along with NPCs.

tl;dr - I roasted a really thirty NPC into oblivion

Tell Me You’re Okay

Request from anon: Hello! Could I please request a fic where Draco gets injured playing quidditch and tries to hide it from the Reader so he doesn’t seem weak in front of her but she finds out and looks after him because she secretly loves him? 

Thanks for the request :) ~reminder that I’m offline until the 16th June, these are all queued posts~

Originally posted by staycuteandcozy

You were sat in the Gryffindor stand with your scarf wrapped tightly around your  body. Even though today’s game was Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw, you, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny insisted on turning up to support the teams. Although you didn’t tell anyone, you were secretly there just to watch Draco Malfoy. You’d promised him you’d be there despite the freezing conditions; the hail and snow was pelting down upon the players and the wind was making them swerve unexpectedly. “Talk about team spirit.” Ron muttered when another gust of wind washed over all of you. You shivered, but you knew the players had it worse off. “We’re here to support them…” Hermione replied, her voice cracking through her chapped lips. “Are you sure it’s not just so that Harry can watch Cho?” Seamus asks, laughing. Harry turns a shade of crimson before replying. “Shut up, I’m just observing her… tactics.” You shake your head, trying to obscure the fact that you’re only there for the Slytherin Seeker.

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anonymous asked:

How does Lance, Hunk, Keith & Shiro reacts to shy s/o holding their pinky with their own?

This ask is too pure for this world I am obliterated

-Admin Robin


  • Although Space Dad™  is a very affectionate partner, he would totally respect his s/o’s shyness and take things at their pace
  • He think’s it’s too fucking adorable like he will get this stupidass goofy smile and just chuckle at them
  • If they initiate it first he totally is like “wow yes okay interaction is good so good i wanna hold u”
  • But if he initiates it first he is super hesitant and his s/o will have to meet him halfway because he doesn’t wanna freak them out and scare them off
  • He doesn’t care, he’ll walk around the entire freaking castle like that
  • Linked Pinkies = cute
  • He thinks a shy s/o is so amazing and is constantly giving them soft smiles
  • Is 10000000% gentle with them
  • Cherish him


  • “hOly shit you’re hecking touching me”
  • With ur lil pinkes aw”
  • He thinks it’s so pure and if his s/o initiates it he will actually cover his eyes and steam will come out of his ears
  • He blush
  • “What in tarnation you’re so cute”
  • He is such a dork and is constantly asking his s/o “Is this okay?” or “Am I being too touchy-feely?” because the last thing he wants them to feel is uncomfortable
  • It’s so weird like he’s such a freaking cabbage-head idk he will walk into whatever room his s/o is in and go to where they are and just
  • Touch their pinky
  • He kinda is shy too because he doesn’t have much experience with relationships but he knows they’re more important to him than his sword and the Red Lion combined so he just rolls with it


  • This soft lil guy is so moved and like he actually raises a hand to his heart because “wow, you’re unbelievably adorable and I want to cook things for you”
  • He will totally be bashful and smile while looking away from them and just hold their pinky with his gently
  • Will walk around like this, he wants to show everyone how cute theyare
  • Is a very encouraging lover and will not push them at all in any way, shape, or form
  • He thinks linked pinkies is better than holding hands anyways
  • Does cute shit (i.e.: holds their pinky while he’s piloting)
  • “Hunk, th-this isn’t safe” “Shh- babe, just lemme hold you,”
  • Cooks for them and then as they’re snarfing down the food he’ll just lean across the kitchen island and reach for that pinky
  • One of his favorite things about his s/o is their hands so linked pinkies is neato for him!


  • If they initiate it he’ll look down at their hands and be all smug
  • “You just can’t seem to keep your hands off me, can’t you?” or “Babe, have some self-control, we’re in public”
  • But is actually really happy that they’re courageous enough to touch him, and grins until his face hurts
  • Once it happens once, he will hold their pinky any chance he gets, and although he respects their need to take things slow, he will eventually show them that actually holding hands is not so bad either
  • He squeals the first time it happens tho
  • Lance is the exact opposite of shy, so I can imagine that Lance having a shy partner would be a good thing; they would balance each other out nicely!
  • Takes them in Blue for a spin and is flying with one hand just so he can link pinkies with the other
  • Will link pinkies with you in the heat of battle and not even care tbh
  • Kisses their pinky aw aww
  • Loves them so damn much it hurts

surprise! i got a good amount of it timed just right before i expected to! unfortunately, i think i was more caught up with the later half of part one, part two, and part three so the first half of part one is off which grinds on my gears so much because ive spent two days on this shit holy hell

as always, credit to @annapantsu for the cover of hellfire from the hunchback of notre dame, she is amazing! and i do not own or claim the song as my own

message me some feedback if you like? its early development, but there could be great constructive criticism in the early works that can help in the long run, so id appreciate input! 

the final product WILL be in 2fps and animation will be rather limited, but im gonna stick with it

im ready for this project to take at least another year and half to come close to completing it

The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. ‘We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.


'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’


Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why had he waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.


Massage (Jack Maynard Smut)

AN: sorry if this sucks, I haven’t written in so long, let me know what you think! Requests are always open!

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, dirty talk


“Con?” I whined as I walked through his and jacks apartment door.

“He’s not here, out with Ollie.” Jack turned around to face me from the kitchen counter.

“Ughhh!” I huffed as I stormed over into their living room, plopping down face first into the couch.

“Why do you need him?” Jack asked following me.

“My back kills from work and I wanted him to massage it.” I spoke into the couch cushion.

“I could do it, I was the one who taught him how anyway,” Jack rolled his eyes, I turned my head to look at him.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” I smiled.

“Of course, YN.” He rolled his eyes.

“But I’m wearing a dress..”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, babe.” He chuckled as I blushed.

Jack and I were best friends, and of course best friends do crazy shit, like skinny dip together or even sometimes accidentally see each other change.

“Alright, but no funny shit.” He laughed and nodded before straddling my legs.

I felt my dress being slowly pulled up to my shoulders, exposing my bare ass.

His hands started putting pressure on my sore spots and they instantly started to feel better.

“That feels so damn good.” I hummed into the cushion.

Jack started adding my pressure on my sore spots, earning my moans from me.

“Fuck Jack,” I moaned, his grip on my waist got tighter and I swear I felt his dick rub against my ass.

His hands slowly started to linger lower to my ass but I was in too much ecstasy to say anything.

“Jack, what are you doing?” I moaned as I felt his big hands start to massage my thighs, close to my center.

“Don’t worry, just relax.” He shushed me, my eyes fluttered shut listening to his soothing voice.

I felt his finger tips ghost over my clit before they dipped into my panties pushing them to the side.

“So wet, so pretty.” He spoke, mostly to himself.

His fingers slid against my wet slit before pushing into my core. My back instantly arched.

“Jack?” I questioned him.

“Just stop thinking YN, we’re gonna massage all the way to your core.” He shushed me.

“Fuck jack,” I moaned out, trying to push my pussy closer to his fingers. His other hand gripped my waist and held me down so I couldn’t move.

“You feel so tight, baby.” He hummed, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of me.

“Jack, I need more.” I barley breathed out.

“What do you want, baby?” He circled his thumb against my clit, teasing me.

“I need you, please.” I arched my back trying to get closer to him.

“What do you need, YN, come on baby, beg for my cock.”

“Please, please fuck me Jack, I can’t take it anymore.” I whined loudly.

“Good girl,” he hummed removing his fingers from me.

I whined at the loss of contact, Jack chuckled and I heard his belt unbuckling behind me.

I felt the couch dip as he got up and dropped his pants and boxers on the ground and then got back behind me.

He dragged my panties down my legs before sliding his between my folds.

“You’re so hot.” Jack groaned as he pulled my hips up so we were in doggy style position.

I felt his cock slowly slide into me, we both let out a moan at the same time.

“Holy shit,” I cried out, my face burying into the couch cushion.

His large hands gripped my hips pulling me into his thrust every time.

He felt amazing, his cock knew all the right places to hit, I could feel every inch of him being buried inside of me.

“Jack! Fuck me harder” His gripped got tighter, I swear I’ll have bruises there in the morning, he complied with my command and thrusted harder and harder into me.

“Jack..I’m no gonna last long.” I groaned, his hands left my hips and gripped onto my hair.

“Fuck Yn, me either.” He pulled my hair so I was pulled up against his body.

He quickly connected our lips and I immediately kissed back. He reached his hand around to my front, while we were still kissing, and started to circle my clit again.

“Jack,” I whispered out of breath, he nodded, assuming what I was thinking.

He pulled out of me and I climbed off the couch.

“Take your dress off.” He commanded as he pulled his shirt off too.

“No bra? You dirty girl.” He smirked watching me.

He sat down on the couch and I straddled his lap.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jack smiled as I blushed.

I took Jacks length in my hand and started to stroke it. I started slowly rocking my body, against his cock, sliding it between my folds.

He starting kissing my neck, trailing little kisses and love bites down my collar bones and boobs.

I lined him up at my entrance and sunk down onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled on his hair as he stretched me out.

“Fuck jack, you feel so good.” He groaned as I tugged on the hair by the nape of his neck.

His hands flew to my hips to help guide me. All you could hear was the sound of skin slapping and our moans.

“Jack, I’m so close.” I whined. My head fell into the crook of his neck. I started leaving love bites all over his neck, marking him up for everyone to see.

“Fuck YN, me too.” He breathed out, tilting his head back so I have more access.

I grinder my hips down harder as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach start to build up.

“Jack, fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned out. He smirked at me and bit my neck as I came. I kept riding him, trying to make him spill over the edge.

“Fuck YN, you gotta get off before I cum inside of you.” He tried to compose himself.

“Just do it baby, I’m on the pill.” His eyes lit up and he quickly picked me up and flipped us into missionary position.

His hips drilled so fast into me I was starting to see stars.

“Holy shit jack!” I was so sensitive.

“Fuck baby, cum again, you can do it.” His thumb flew to my clit and started to attack it.

“Jack! Jack! Fuck!” My back arched my eyes screwed shut, and my toes started to curl as he thruster harder into me. I felt myself being pushed over the edge again and I let myself go.

“Fuck that was so hot.” He threw his head back as I felt him cum inside of me. He kept thrusting, riding out our highs.

He kept himself inside of me as he pulled me up and sat back down so we were in the riding position again.

“That was amazing.” He smirked as he kissed me roughly.

“I was waiting to do that forever.” Jack groaned against my lips.

“Hey Jac- holy shit guys! About time!” Conor covered his eyes.

“Fuck off Con! Get outta here!” Jack pulled me against him so Conor couldn’t see anything.

“It’s my house too, prick.” Conor laughed as he walked down the hall into his room.

“He’s never gonna let me live this down.” I groaned burying my face into his neck.

“Oh well, something this good shouldn’t be forgotten.” Jack smirked, quickly winking at me.

This Was Not The Plan

“Request: “Could you do one where the reader’s biggest fear is falling in love so that’s what Pennywise portrays himself to her as but he ends up actually falling in love with her?”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader and slight Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: None

Ever since you were little you had a massive crush on Stan Uris. It all started out in preschool when a couple of shitty boys in your class started picking on you. That’s when Stan decided to stand up for you and when he did all the boys ran away leaving you both alone. You and Stan introduced yourselves and a beautiful friendship emerged. 

You and Stan have been going strong ever since then. Your parents swore it was like you both had been separated at birth. It got so serious that both of your parents made sure they had given birth to their own kid which thankfully they had. 

Although by the 9th grade Stan still had not asked you out so you went out with your ex boyfriend who you then broke up with after just 3 months of dating because you were unhappy. He didn’t treat you right, he always put his friends first and it was basically a toxic relationship that you didn’t want to be apart of so you decided enough was enough.

You were happy now. Stan and the rest of your friends Bill, Eddie, Richie, Bev, Mike and Ben all helped you cope with your breakup. It was summer now so you would be hanging out with them all the time. You were definitely much happier now than you ever were with your ex. 

“So Y/N are you ready for me to tell you what I found out?” Bev asked.

You both were currently in a diner you were munching on some cheese fries while Bev ate her burger.

“Of course, spill.” You stated as you pointed your fork at her.

“Stan likes you.”

You choked on your fry covered in cheese before swallowing it whole. 

“What?” You asked in shock.

“Yes Y/N Stan likes you!!” Bev exclaimed.

“No way but how? Why?” You asked once again. It was way too good to be true.

“I asked him and he tried to deny it but he’s a horrible liar so I swore I wouldn’t tell him but I’m a great liar so here we are! And Y/N you’re gorgeous why wouldn’t be like you?!” Bev smiled as she finished babbling.

“Bev this is amazing holy shit thank you so much!” You said as you gave her a huge while smiling widely.

“No need to thank me it’s what I do.” She said pretending to dust off her shoulders.

You were back at your house, home alone because your parents were working. At first you were incredibly happy when Bev told you that Stan likes you but then you started overthinking. UGH. Thoughts swarmed your head as you thought out loud while pacing around your bedroom.

 “What if he ends up being like my ex?”

“No Stan isn’t like that he’s too good to be like that.”

“What if things don’t work out?”

“Oh god please let things work out.”

You threw yourself on your bed burying your face into your pillow trying to calm yourself down. 

“Oh you poor unfortunate soul so afraid to love now are we?”

You jumped out of your bed only to be met with a clown, a clown that you knew way too well. Pennywise. You backed up against your wall. wrong move. Pennywise now had you trapped in the corner with no way out. 

“Leave me alone go away!” You shouted as you slid down the wall.

“Why I’m just trying to love ya just like how Stanley Boy is.” Pennywise smirked as he put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer.

You noticed with your two eyes as he smelled you opening his nose, inhaling your scent and then exhaling exaggeratedly.

“Ahh fear with a touch of vanilla, amber and raspberry perfume. Can’t say which one smells better your fear or the perfume.” Pennywise smirked as he whispered into your ear.

“I’d go with the perfume bucko.” 

You pushed Pennywise off and tried to make a run to your door but he tackled you. He pinned you to the ground while he held your arms preventing you from hitting him or doing anything.

“Aww is little Y/N so afraid to fall in love?” Pennywise taunted as his face hovered above you. 

“You don’t know anything let me go!” You shouted as you continued to struggle.

“I know more than you think beautiful. I’ll be back don’t miss me too much.” Pennywise said as he stroked your cheek and played with your hair.

In an instant he was gone. You sat up getting off of the ground, sobs escaped from your body. What the hell had just happened? Tears streamed down your face both of fear and of uncomfortableness. 

Pennywise was back in his lair under the well of the Neibolt House. 

Why did it feel so right? 

Why did it feel right when he backed you up against your wall? 

Why did it feel right when he pinned you to the ground? 

Why did he feel the need to stroke your cheek and play with your beautiful luscious locks as he looked into your captivating eyes?

What was happening to him?

Why was he suddenly feeling all of these new emotions and for a human? 

If you had been anyone else he would have killed you instantly but something inside of him had stopped him from doing that? 

What had it been?

That’s when Pennywise realized in horror, his eyes became the size of saucers.

“Is this what love feels like?!” He exclaimed in fear to no one in particular.

“Oh hell no this was not the plan.” 

Back in the day I won @harteus‘ giveaway, and she painted me this AMAZING piece of my OC from @kkatkkrap and my’s ongoing project! Our ongoing project that - spoiler alert - will hopefully be a novel series in a couple years.

I know that for valid bureaucratic and legal reasons this won’t and can’t be the cover of the first novel, but it is the cover of the first novel in my HEART and I can’t believe that it is a THING that EXISTS.

ceo!harrison ♡ head canon

Summary: head canons about ceo!harrison, (part 1/?)

Request: yes! by anonymous 

WC: 2.3k 

Warnings: language, some content is nsfw 

Author’s note: i was about to get very carried away so i’m thinking another part or two ? 

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BTS reacts to their idol boyfriend going on a live tv interview in their sweater with a visible hickey


Kook was standing off to the side with the rest of BTS. When he saw you sitting with the rest of your group doing an interview. He thought you looked very cute you wearing his sweater, then he look at your neck where he saw a big red hickey.


“Why the fuck isn’t the stylist doing their job?”


Jin thought you looked very cute wearing his pink hoodie but when he noticed the hickey his mouth dropped open. He’d excuse himself to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, my poor baby”


Yoongi was standing off to the side when he noticed the hickey he had left on you was very much visible. He then would try to get your attention to tell you to cover it with your hand but that didn’t work.

“I’m dating an idiot”

Rap Mon:

Joon was watching from the side when jungkook walked over an asked his why he attacked your neck like that. While Joon was focused on how amazing you looked in his sweater he hadn’t noticed the big hickey.

“Holy shit, what do I even do?”


Jimin noticed that you were wearing his gray hoodie which flustered him a bit but when he noticed the mark on your neck he could feel the heat coming off his cheeks.

“I’m just going to step outside for a minute”


Hobi remember he left a rather large hickey on your neck, so when he noticed the stylist didn’t cover it up. He fliped and actually let out a scream.

“I’m sorry, I saw a bug”


Tae was standing on the side watching with a big smile on his face because you were wearing his hoodie. When he heard someone say look at the hickey on y/n neck, a feeling of oh fucked washed over him.

“Well we’re fucked”

BTS with their Idol Girlfriend

xyourpinksky said:Hi! please can you do a BTS reaction to their idol gf being in a girl group and the members of this group sing, dance and rap but also play instruments in some performances and MVs like AOA? P.S. Their gf is a drummer, a dancer and a rapper! :)

Enjoy you filthy animals lol. 
P.S.: We are terribly sorry for the late reply. Midterms are very bitchy 


  • He is worried all the time because he think you might be overexhausting yourself
  • Midnight dance lessons because this spagetti thinks he needs to learn how to move
  • watching you practice
  • bringing food to you studio
  • He is a proud mom, let’s be honest it doesnt matter if he is your boyfriend. He is a mom. 
  • He brags about you every chance he gets
  • He would record reactions videos 
  • Fanboying hard beside the stage
  • he would come to your every fucking concert and if he misses one because of his own schedule, you get a very nice dinner


  • Collabration stages with Suga; Rapping together, dancing while he plays the piano, playing instruments with you HE GOT IT ALLLLLL
  • Making you teach him how to play drums in return of him teaching you piano
  • Rapping duo power couple v2.0 Fire Spitting
  • He would write songs especially for you
  • Little collabration videos you make together at home
  • He would cover your raps and then get cocky about it because Min Suga. Rap Genius. Jjang Jjang man bong bong
  • Since he is dad ™ he takes care of you
  • forgets to take care of himself while doing that
  • OMG after years, suga finally has reactions to live stages
  • You are not his biggest fan. Tae is his biggest fan. He will fight. 

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

  • BTS’s twitter is now filled with screenshots of your songs
  • He would produce songs for your group, like, literally working with your company
  • Rapping duo power couple
  • Tries to play your drums, breaks your sticks accidentally
  • Sometimes there is a hole on one of your drums; he refuses to admit he did it
  • Trying to cover your dances
  • failing miserably because he is “Rap Monster not Dance Monster”


  • You practise for hours on end together
  • but i guess you guys arent tired enough ;);););););););););)
  • this boy would be so sad if he misses your stages or concerts
  • Praises everywhere, everyday
  • Talent Overload. Kpop aint big enough to handle you guys
  • Official dance covers to your songs
  • Crying when you get an award
  • Crying when you are struggling with the idol life
  • Just generally crying because holy shit you are so amazing


  • He appreciates you so much that it makes him insecure about himself
  • “You are so amazing that I’m afraind someone better than me might fall for you and you would choose them.”
  • Reassuring kisses all the time and sometimes they are for you too because how can he not realize that he is so goddamn popular in kpop industry
  • Being a giggly fluff ball when he sees you on stage
  • Trying to teaching him how to rap
  • he fails…kinda
  • “What do you mean I can’t rap?! I rapped with Agust D :( I will tell you to Yoongi hyung :( ”
  • He puts little sticky notes on your drums saying “I love you!” or “Don’t forget to eat and rest!”


  • Your BIGGEST fan (Tbh he is alwasys your biggest fan even if you are dating other members cause like “HOSEOK HYUNG’S GIRLFRIEND IS SO COOOLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”)
  • Seriously. he has fan merch that he actually PAID for
  • You are the best rapper in his eyes… After Agust D. 
  • “Can you please collabrate on a rap song with me?” 
  • He is begging you to collabrate with his hyungs
  • “But imagine how could it would be with you and yoongi hyung!!!!” 
  • He would fanboy over your MVs on Vapp, twitter and fan cafes.
  • Bragging about you to the maknae line 
  • Pokemon stickers on your drums….seriously where does he find so much stickers?


  • Turning everything into a competition. HE CAN RAP TOO
  • And DANCE
  • ……he can’t play the drums enough, BUT HE WILL LEARN DAMMIT,
  • As the golden maknae, he will surely succeed. 
  • Singing your songs in concerts and live stages
  • Because you are an idol he feels like you would actually get him and not like him only because he is an idol.
  • He would take so much pride on you
  • He would practice with you as he is a girl group dance master ™
  • Learns your dance moves before you do 
  • Helping you improve your singing skills
  • And now other than his 6 hyungs, he has another person to be sad or happy over
Cold As Ice: II

P. Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The Reader discovers more about their powers, as well as their relationship with a certain Spiderling.

Word Count: 3,736 

Warnings: language, shy reader, kissing, fluff, emotions.

A/N: Let me know if this sucks. 

*Also the biggest fucking shoutout to the wonderful @loratheorange for proofreading this, bless you.

Part I  Part II  

Flashback (end of part I):

Turning his direction towards you, he asks, “so… what’s your deal?”

Chuckling, you duck your head, answering, “I’m afraid that’s a story for another time, Spiderboy.”

Hearing him sputter out incoherent words, you decide to bid your goodbyes.

“Goodnight, Peter.”

Knowing he’ll get nothing from you now, he says his farewells.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Walking into Midtown High with the thoughts of what conspired last night, you knew you couldn’t face Peter. Yes, you were brave yesterday, and sure, you both gave up your identities, but you felt like a mess and you even kissed him for fucks sake! You can barely even get a word out to him! So, instead of walking with him to classes or meeting him before school started, you avoided any path of bumping into Peter. You knew he’d ask several questions and bug you until you answered. You just weren’t ready for all that pressure yet, especially with everything you both have together now.

Peter, on the other hand, was desperately trying to find you in a mass amount of students that occupied the halls in order to get to class on time. Peter didn’t give two shits about being on time. Honestly, he just wanted to talk to you and pray you’re not avoiding him.

Coming lunchtime where both you and Peter usually hang out in the library and eat, you decided to do something different in order to continue this excessive avoidance until it was unnecessary. So instead, you took out your bagged lunch and chose a shaded tree outside to relax and read a book. Not only was it like the library because of the quietness, but most people didn’t wander over to this spot, which meant you’d be safe from a certain Peter lurking around the school for you.  

However, once Peter took his seat with Ned in the cafeteria like he would if you weren’t there, he asked Ned if he’s seen you around. Ned, not knowing anything going on, shook his head. Peter’s worried thoughts raced in his brain.

Is Y/N mad at me?
Did I do something?
God, I hope Y/N doesn’t hate me…
They’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time (even before the whole Spiderman incident).
I need to find them…

He wanted to be more than friends with you, even before last night with the whole ‘kissing to shut him up’ situation. But he also didn’t want to risk your guys’ relationship over some stupid feelings he was thinking about sharing. However, if you kissed him… that must mean you like him too, right?

You’re slowly getting a better grip on what your powers are exactly, but you’re still struggling with the idea of having it and not knowing how to control it necessarily. Plus, you didn’t want to cause anyone harm, so it was best to just avoid everyone you came in contact with, even your family, but that was difficult since you live with them. In a way, you still feel like a freak with these weird, unexplainable powers. You thought it would make you feel more self-confident, but quite honestly, it feels like the opposite. No one can relate to you in this situation and if you were to talk about this to someone, they might send you away to the loonie bin or lock you away with no contact whatsoever. That was the extreme, but you tend to overthink on certain situations, causing the most serious situation to seem like the only option.

For the next few days, you get by without running into Peter, which you’re relieved about, even though you miss your lunch library time together.

However, today that all changed…

As you were rushing feveriously to your first period since the subway delayed by a few minutes, you accidentally bump into him while getting to class, just like how you two had met in the first place.

Coincidence? I think not.

You had no clue of this though, since you were too focused on already being late.

“Oh geez, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… Y/N?”

You whip your head towards the person’s direction.

Oh fuck…

“O-Oh, h-hey Peter…” you nervously reply, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“I-I haven’t seen you in a while. Are you doing okay? I’ve been wanting to tal-”

Peter is interrupted by the bell, once again and a swarm of students appear through the halls.

“S-Sorry, I-I have class. Uh, t-talk to you later?” you question, anxiety rattling your bones.

Frowning with a sigh, Peter nods. He is determined to figure out what is going on today. And hell, he’ll do whatever it takes to get you to talk to him. He needs to know you’re okay.

Peter knows what it’s like to go through the whole “discovering your powers” thing. It was a territory he was never expecting to go through. Plus, he wanted to help you. Help you learn to control the intensity, help you discover all you’re capable of, and so much more. He knows it’s definitely going to be a struggle if you go through this alone, so Peter just wants to let you know that he cares and wants to help you figure this out.

After the last class of the day got out, you headed to your locker to replace the books you had with the ones you needed for tonight’s homework.

Peter knew you’d want to leave in a hurry, so as soon as the bell rang, he sprinted through the school in order to get to your locker in time. Of course, he was trampled by a few upper classmen and shoved against some lockers in the process, but he arrived, looking like a sweaty mess, seeing you hurriedly stuff your books into your bag. He knew you’d be anxious, so he slowly approached you, making sure not to scare the living shit out of you in the process.

“H-Hey, Y/N.”

You tense and stiffly turn around, while shakily zipping your bag closed.

“O-Oh, hey P-Peter. H-How’s it going?”

He smiles at your nervousness.

“I was wondering if you, maybe would want to, y’know, uh, g-go get some coffee, or like a smoothie or something?” Peter questioned, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

You contemplated your options. You could either say no and ruin whatever this was with Peter or say yes and have to explain to him your whole ordeal, which you still weren’t fully aware of.

Closing your eyes with a sigh, you choose the latter. You don’t want to lose what you have with this boy. He’s something special, and you’re not saying that just because he’s Spiderman.

“I- uh, s-sure. I guess…”

A bright smile plasters Peter’s face upon hearing your reply.

“Great! I know a great place to go, it’s quiet and totally has that library aesthetic you love…”

Peter kept rambling as you two walked side by side out of the school, but you couldn’t pick up anything he said. You were too busy inside of your head, anxiously awaiting the conversation you were dreading.

A hand waved in front of you trying to gain your attention, which you realized was Peter’s. You completely spaced out while he was talking!

Dammit, Y/N!

“S-Sorry, c-could you repeat that?” you asked, a prominent blush on your cheeks.

He gives you a worried glance, which is quickly replaced with a chuckle, “I was just wondering what you were going to get, so y’know, I could order it for you?”

You blush madly once again, glancing towards the ground as a smile creeps onto your face.

“Oh, t-thank you. I- uh, well, w-what do you recommend? It’s your favorite place after all.”

“Hmm… well, I usually get the mango and banana smoothie, but the blueberry-pineapple one is the bomb! It’s like an explosion of flavor on your taste buds, it’s great.”

Giggling at his excitement, you tell him to surprise you.

Arriving at the smoothie coffee shop/library, you both get in line and patiently wait your turn.

You take in the area around you: the charm of the dark, cherry wood surrounding the entire building. The antique, yet rustic feel of it.  From the chairs to the shelves overfilled with an abundance of books, you could see why Peter loved this place. It was quiet and peaceful, and in a way, like the library at your guys’ school.

Turning your attention back to Peter, you realize he’s already gazing at you, a small smile on his thin lips.

You blush and look away quickly, only to be startled by the barista patiently waiting for your order. Peter takes care of it and you both pull off to the side to wait for your drinks in silence.

In all honesty, you both enjoy these silent moments, especially because Peter knows you’re observing your surroundings, which he sees you do all the time around school. He loves that these moments of silence don’t feel awkward or unnecessary. It’s moments like these that he can really take you in and discover something about you he’s never noticed before.

His thoughts are interrupted as his name is called letting you know your drinks are ready. Once you both retrieve the drinks, Peter urges you to take a sip.

“Holy shit, this is really good, Peter!” you exclaim quietly, only to cover your mouth at your phrasing.

“Right?! I think they’re the best I’ve had,” he dismays, adding, “… just don’t tell Aunt May that. She would have my head.”

You giggle, giving him a nod.

Going up a few staircases, you didn’t realize how big this place actually was. Peter led you to a corner of the top floor, where it was surrounded by bookshelves reaching to the tops of the ceiling. It was amazing, to say the least, and by the expression on your face, Peter knew he chose this place right.

After picking a spot in the corner of the room, you both set your bags down and pull out some homework. He knew you were avoiding the conversation, so he was going to wait a little before pressing it.

You, on the other hand, knew that Peter was anxious to figure out what was wrong with you. You weren’t ready. So, you instead decided that working on school work would quickly pass the time. However, you were wrong.

An hour or two passed and you had finished your homework just a few minutes ago. Taking a glance at Peter, you see him nose deep in his calculus book, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. Before you made it weird staring too long or accidentally catching his eye, you decided to wander around and see what books they carried.

“H-hey, I’m going to go browse around for a bit.”

Peter lifted his head out of concentration to look towards you, “oh, okay! I’ll be here if you need me,” he smiled.

Once you left Peter’s sight, you grazed your hands against the immense amount of books surrounding you on each side. The smell of old books inflamed your senses, causing you to let out a content sigh. You were beyond excited that Peter showed you this place. This will be one of your happy places for sure.

As you were passing through the different sections on the level, you were hit with a genius thought. Why don’t you try and look through these books to see if any of them address your current situation. Your icicle hands situation.

I’m a genius!
And it only took me 2 hours.

You thought with a roll of your eyes.

Surprisingly, you found the fiction section easily. You knew you wanted something regarding superheros, but that wasn’t something most authors wrote about. It took you a little bit of digging to find cheesy kid books discussing superheros like the Avengers and X-Men, but that was it. You weren’t expecting much anyways, but kept looking in hopes of finding something out.

Maybe the internet is my only hope…
Even then it doesn’t give me what I want.
Ugh, this is a disaster.

As you started to reach for another book, a shot of pain coursed through your hand, causing you to drop the book and clutch your hand in agony. It wasn’t as painful as the first one you experienced, but it was pretty damn close.

Oh no…
This better not be happening again!
I cannot let Peter see me like thi-

Your thoughts were interrupted by another wave of pain, this time shooting through both hands. Taking a glance you see them change into a numb looking white color, indicating the presence of ice forming at the tips of your fingers.

You let out a small whimper, the pain increasing every time you clench your hands shut. Bending down on the floor, you press your back against the bookshelf, gripping your hands and closing your eyes tightly, mentally trying to shut the world around you out.

The pain you suffered through was unbearable sometimes and you just wanted it all to stop. You weren’t ready for something like this and you know you never will be. Peter is way more competent than you are. He’s fucking Spiderman for Christ’s sake!

You didn’t think you’d gain any attention, but Peter was over there as soon as he heard that whimper escape from your mouth. He didn’t see you at first since your body was behind a desk, but he saw a shadow on the floor and immediately booked it over there.

Tears slowly formed the brim of your eyes, not daring to escape as Peter worriedly approach your aching form.

“Y/N? W-What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?”

You stiffen at his questions, tightening your closed eyes even more.

“Y/N, ple-please. What’s wrong? I-I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Peter panics.

“It hurts, P-Peter,” you shake, releasing your grip on your hands.

He takes a glance at your frosty, white hands and suddenly realizes the predicament.

He needed to get you out of here, now.

Cautiously picking you up, he quickly gets back to your table and packs up both of your guys’ things. Once he zipped the last pocket on his bag, he carefully placed yours on your back and snaked his arm around your waist to guide you out.

Peter only lived a few minutes away from the cafe library, so he knew his place was the only option at the moment. He prayed May would still be out working, especially since he’s never brought you over before. Or any girl for that matter…

After maneuvering through the crowded streets of Queens, Peter finally arrived at his apartment, your shaking figure still pressed against his side. May must’ve still been at work because the apartment was dead silent, which Peter was more than happy about. Opening the door to his bedroom, Peter led you to the bottom bunk of his bed, helping you lie down and pulling the covers to the tip of your chin.

Peter’s face laced with confusion and worry as he took in your shaken form more prominently. He doesn’t know what to do, especially since he has no damn clue what is going on with you!

Hearing you rub your hands together for what seemed like warmth, Peter ceases your movement with his own hands on top of yours. In that moment, the pain started to subside, no matter how cheesy and ridiculous it sounded. Peter’s warm, soft, lanky hands engulfed your own, not leaving any inch uncovered. As your shaking came to a reasonable halt, Peter lifted his hand off your own to move the hair out of your face, causing you to heat up in embarrassment over what just occurred within the last few minutes.

Slowly sitting up, you avert his gaze.

“I… I-I… fuck,” you quietly stutter.

You feel the bed dip, noticing Peter has joined you.

His hands return on the tops of yours.

“It’s okay.”

You give him a weary smile as you mumble out an apology.

“C’mon now, there’s no reason to apologize, alright? I just want to make sure you’re okay. D-Do you need anything? Water? Food? A hug…?”

“P-Please don’t go,” you mumbled, squeezing his hands in your own.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here,” he cooed, “plus, this is sort of my room, but y’kno- yep, nope, not a joking matter right now… got it.”

Inching closer, Peter wraps his arms around your form, pulling you comfortably into his lap. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart, and he knew it too.

Peter continued to hold you for another hour or so before you started squirming in his hold. As much as you loved being in his warm grasp, you weren’t used to this much of affection since, well, ever really. All the hand holding, hugging, and touching was overwhelming you a bit more than the problem with your hands. Most of your family knew your boundaries, but you never had  discussed it with Peter before.

He seemed to sense your uncomfortableness and carefully lifted you off his lap onto the bedside next to him.

Feeling self-conscious, you pretend to pick at something on his comforter. After a couple minutes of silence, you decide it’s time to talk about the shit load of events that have occurred in the past few hours. You’re probably worrying him. No, you know you are and it’s causing your insides to tie in knots.

Covering your face with your cold hands, you mumble against your palms, “you probably think I’m a freak, huh.”

Your statement leaves Peter perplexed. He cannot believe you said something like that. Lifting your hands off your face, he moves your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

“Y/N, why would you say something like that? You are not a freak, okay? Hell, I must be a freak then too! I got bit by a spider and now I can climb walls and swing around the city with webs! Like, how fucking weird is that?! You’re not alone in this, Y/N and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that you are not a freak. Even if it takes forever, you are worth every single second,” Peter explains, softly kissing your now cherry red cheek.

“God, I don’t deserve you, Peter. I-I’m such a mess.”

You knew you shouldn’t of said that, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t deserve him. You’ve probably worried him beyond belief. Ignoring him wasn’t the brightest thing to do and you knew that, but you just never wanted to approach the problem head on and cause his anxiety levels to plummet through the roof, even though they did.

You hear Peter laugh, which gains your attention.

Why is he laughing?

“Y/N, you’ve got it all wrong… I don’t deserve you. Trust me, you aren’t the only one that’s a mess. I’m surprised I was even able to talk to you in the first place! Ned kept nagging me every fucking day. Man, I’m happy he did though, or else I would’ve never had this moment or any other moment with you. I know you’re afraid to tell me what’s wrong, but I’m here to let you know I will never judge or criticize you, okay? These powers, or whatever they are, don’t have to control you. You are the only one that has the power to decide that.”

“I-I know that, Peter. You deserve to know, though. I-I’ve been dragging this out for too long a-and I don’t know how much more I can take,” you admitted taking a sharp intake of air.

Peter gave you a simple nod, urging you to continue.

“L-Let me start from the beginning, I guess. Uh, do you remember that day you bumped into me and my books went everywhere? A-And you commented on my cold hands? Well, uh that morning was when I knew something wasn’t right with me. I-I was walking home that day and out of nowhere this unbearable pain shot through m-my hands and I couldn’t control it… I-I didn’t know what to do. I went into the alley to avoid people looking at me like I was crazy, b-but that’s w-when it happened,” your voice getting the best of you.

Peter notices and rubs your arm for comfort.

“Take your time, Y/N. There is no rush, okay? You can do this, it’s just me.”

You nod, closing you eyes. After letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you continued.

“S-So the pain started to get worse and out of nowhere… uh, ice spewed out of my palms? I-I sprinted home after that a-and tried to look up anything I could regarding ‘ice powers’ I guess and all that I could find was something about Cyrokinesis? Y’know, like creating ice by manipulating molecules of matter? Oh and don’t forget that incident with the gross pervert a-and Spiderma- well, you… I-I don’t know, Peter. I don’t understand it all. I mean, I-I guess I was always cold as a child, but how the fuck is this a useful ability?!” you exclaimed, pulling lightly at your hair.

“Hey, hey Y/N, listen. That’s so awesome! Imagine all the stuff you could do! Make melted ice cream frozen again, snow days, freeze people?! Okay, well maybe not the last one, but still, just think about it.” Peter pleaded.

You sighed taking in his words.

“If you want, uh I could have you meet Mr. Stark? He might know what to do more than me, y’know? Him being Iron Man and like the head honcho of the Avengers and all…”

“I-I don’t know about that,” you nervously laughed. “I-I mean, I don’t know if I’m ready f-for something like that, Peter. I don’t really even know w-what this is!”

“Well, maybe he will, Y/N. Either him or Dr. Banner will. Trust me, please? I will be right there with you every step,” Peter sympathized, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You promise?” you questioned with worried eyes.

“I promise.” 

To be continued…