though i am sure he is not sorry

“I’ve made everyone sad the past couple posts. I’mma do something funny!” And then I fucking THREW IN FEELS. Honestly I am sorry but I did want to explore Howard and Maria’s relationship a bit.


Maria walked into her husband’s office and was only slightly surprised that he was sprawled out on his fainting couch. Howard had always had a flair for the dramatic. She wasn’t quite sure why he was moaning about how terrible his life was though. It wasn’t like something bad had happened to him in the last three days.

“Dear,” she said.

“Maria, everything is terrible!” Howard moaned, rolling from side to side.

It took everything Maria had not to laugh in his face. “Why is everything terrible, dear?”

Howard jerked into a sitting position, appalled that she apparently hadn’t noticed. “Tony hasn’t called me ‘daddy’ in a month!”

Maria raised her eyebrow and clasped her hands behind her back so he couldn’t see her digging claws into her skin, to keep from giggling about how earnestly upset he was. “Oh.”

“He always called me ‘daddy!’” Howard continued, covering his face and moaning in frustration. “He’s only called me ‘dad’ for the last month! Do you know how many times that was?”

“Honey, I don’t kn–” Maria began.

“Eighty-three times!” Howard burst out, thrashing so hard that he fell off the couch with a yelp.

Maria did not snort, because she knew she would start laughing and never stop if she did, and then Howard would be extra upset.

Howard blinked up at the ceiling, then clambered to his feet, dusting himself off. “Eighty-three times he’s called me ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy,’ Maria.”

“You kept count,” Maria said after a moment, surprised.

Howard frowned at her. “Well, yes, Maria, it’s a numbers thing, I’m a numbers man.”

“No, you’re right, honestly,” she said. “That’s on me.”

Eighty-three times, Maria!” Howard continued, throwing his hands up. “You don’t seem nearly as upset about this as you should be!”

Maria didn’t say ‘well yeah, he still calls me “mommy,”’ but only because it was quite possible that Howard might burst into tears.

“…Did I do something wrong?” Howard asked softly. “Did I make him stop loving me?”

“Honey, no,” Maria answered immediately. “There is nobody who loves their father more than Tony loves you. Sometimes boys just… stop calling their fathers ‘daddy’ as they get older. That’s not a reflection on you.

Howard frowned. “But… I’m his daddy.”

“Howard,” Maria sighed, reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him into a kiss. “You’re always going to be his daddy. Just because Tony’s calling you something different doesn’t mean his feelings have changed. He still loves you the same as he did a month ago.”

“Why do things have to change?” Howard asked sadly. “Why can’t he be my sweet little boy forever?”

Maria pressed her face into his neck and hummed. “That’s just life, honey.”

“I know,” he sighed, then yelped. “Ooh! Did you just bite me?!”

Maria blinked, teeth digging into the skin of his throat. “…No.”

“Maria, you know you can’t bite me unless we have time for me to do something about it,” Howard scolded, giving her a fond pat on the butt before gently nudging her away. “I have to make some phone calls before supper.”

Maria groaned loudly, annoyed. “Why did you have to be a CEO? Why couldn’t I marry a regular guy?”

Howard pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back toward his desk. “A regular guy couldn’t buy Janet Van Dyne expensive fabric just to make his son a beautiful ballgown for the next Meeting.”

The werewolf couldn’t help a fond smile. “Tony’s going to love the dress, Howard.”

He scoffed. “It’s a gift from Janet, Maria, not from me.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Of course, Howard.”


“I think,” Maria said, then paused. “…I think you should call your father ‘daddy’ more often, bambino.”

Tony blinked up at her, gangly now, but still with bright, innocent eyes. “The boys at school make fun of me when I call him that.”

“Why in the hell,” Maria whispered to herself, another thing to wonder about why humans were the way they were. “Well, perhaps still refer to him as ‘dad’ while at school, but call him ‘daddy’ when you’re home? He misses it.”

“Okay,” Tony replied with that familiar guilelessness that she loved. “I can try.”

She wrapped him up in a hug that brought his feet off the ground, spinning him in a circle that had him giggling. “That’s my boy! Your father is a little odd, but we love him anyway, right?”

Tony laughed as she dug her fingers into his sides, kicking wildly with laughter. “Mom!”

“He’s a human and he’s strange even by their standards but he’s the most loving father and husband in the world!” Maria continued, swinging him around again.

“Yeah!” Tony agreed happily, then kicked again. “Mommy, put me down!”

Maria sighed, just a touch wistfully, as she set him on his feet. He still called her ‘mommy’ but it was definitely falling in frequency. She carefully brushed his hair out of his eyes, humming quietly and murmuring about a haircut, and ended up with her hand on top of his head, surprising herself with the thought ‘if we just had a little more time.’ Usually it was Howard being the sentimental one.

“My precious pup,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Do you know how much we love you?”

Tony tilted his head as he looked up at her. “Of course, Mom. You guys hug and kiss me and tell me you love me all the time. Did you know there are boys at school who don’t get hugs and kisses from their parents?”

Maria smiled sadly. “Oh, honey.”

“So I know how much you guys loves me,” the boy continued. “Do you guys know how much I love you?”

Maria squatted in front of him, cupping his cheeks again. “Honey, it’s never going to be as much as your daddy and I love you.”

Tony stuck his chin out stubbornly. “Well, I’m going to try!”

“Tesorino, that would be delightful,” Maria assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mom!” Tony complained. “You always get lipstick on me when you do that!”


“Boys are making fun of him for calling me ‘daddy?!’” Howard burst out angrily. “I knew sending him to boarding school was a mistake!”

“Honey,” Maria said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.

“They’re ruining my precious boy!”

Maria covered her mouth to hide her smile. “I think boys would have made fun of him at a public school, too, dear.”

“Maria, I’ve been telling you this!” Howard threw his hands up. “We could home school him until he’s ready for college! And then we get a little apartment off campus to stay in while he’s there so we’d always be nearby–”

“Howard, I thought you wanted to stop people from bullying him. A boy that never leaves his parents’ home, Howard? Really?”

Howard sagged, sitting down on the edge of their bed and hanging his head. “My boy,” he said sadly. “I’m supposed to protect him.”

“You’re also supposed to let him grow up to become his own man,” Maria told him gently. “And with you as his father, he’s going to grow up to be a good man, too, Howard.”

Howard choked quietly and clutched his chest. “Maria,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “Why would you say something like that when you know I’m so weak?”

“You’re not weak,” she answered immediately. “I wouldn’t choose a weak mate. If anything, you’re too strong, and too damn responsible.” She ran her fingers through his hair as his shoulders began to shake. “Why does it surprise you so that I love my mate so dearly?”

“Sometimes,” Howard began, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Sometimes I worry. That I’m tricking you somehow. And I’m just screwing everything up.”

“You’re not,” Maria assured him. “You’re not tricking me and you’re not screwing everything up. You love Tony. And sometimes you forget about Tony long enough to remember you love me, too.”

“Maria,” Howard gasped, lifting his head to stare up at her. “I always love you. If I’ve done something–”

She snorted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Howard, nothing could give me greater pleasure than my mate loving our pup. I was just teasing.”

“I wish I could give you another one,” he admitted softly, eyes going sad. “Maria, if I’d had any idea what that radiation would do to me–”

Maria held her hand up to stop him. “I’m happy that we even got one pup, Howard. Tony is enough. You are enough. You were upfront with me about your possible fertility issues before you even proposed.” She smirked, leering at him. “And I can’t say the endeavor for a pup was unpleasant either.”

Howard choked on a slightly hysterical laugh. “Maria.

“We’re getting older, dear,” she added after he’d calmed down. “You, especially. Tony… Tony is always going to be enough for me.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And you will, too. Besides, we have Ana and Jarvis, and Peggy and her family. I come from a big pack where there were aunts and uncles and cousins. This… this is just like home.”

Howard frowned, reaching up to cup her cheeks and using his thumb to wipe away a tear she hadn’t noticed had fallen. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more of your family, honey.”

“You found my Uncle Giuseppe and his family,” Maria answered quietly. “That was… honestly more than I ever hoped for.”

Howard nodded, dissatisfied. He was still looking, technically, had detectives searching Europe for Carbonells, but at this point he was pretty sure that they would only find graves, if they’d even been given that decency. He wished he’d taken better care, better safety precautions when he was younger, so he could have given Maria the big family she wanted and the siblings Tony would have adored.

But if Maria could be happy, after all that had happened to her, he’d stop wondering ‘what if’ and be happy, too.

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Jack and terrible flirting. He doesn’t know the effect it has on poor Bits

a/n: this took an unexpected turn, but i hope you like!

Bitty should have known better than to investigate the strangled shouts coming from the kitchen, but he was procrastinating on a paper and had run out of excuses not to start working. It was probably just Ransom and Holster, who’d then beg Bitty to make them bagel bites — “You’re the only one who can make them without burning them. You’re an oven whisperer!” — and then at that point he’d feel obligated to stick around and listen to their antics while the bagel bites cooked. It was foolproof.

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The Only Exception (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails

A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Coffee - Tom Holland Imagine

Friends! I’m sorry being MIA, midterms suck.

This is a short piece, I’m sorry. I owe you guys.

This is written in honor of me flying home (and casually being in the same city as Haz and Tom, so, ha!)

Send questions, comments, requests! x


Originally posted by gounderoos

“Hey, Tom, can you do me the biggest favor known to man-kind?” you asked softly.

Tom sighed softly and pulled the eye mask off slowly. “What can I do for you darling?”

You felt bad for having made him upset, “Nevermind, it’s okay. You can go back to sleep…”

You bit your lip and opened the book your reading up again. You saw Tom shuffle a bit before he finally scooted over so he could lean his head on your arm.

“What do you need, Y/N?” He asked softly. He kissed your arm lightly and nuzzled it afterwards.

You smiled and leaned your head on his. “Can you pretty please go get me a coffee from the Starbucks on the other side of the airport?”

Tom laughed and groaned. “What’s in it for me?”

“I could buy you a movie on the plane!”

He sat up and laughed harder, “I can buy 10 of those!”

“Okay but,” you continued, “it’d be coming from me.”

“And that makes it different somehow?” he laughed and begin stretching.

“I’ll make Harrison confess he thinks you’re the superior being…”

A small smile spread on his mouth and you mimicked the motion.

“Only if,” he began, “you get him to say he thinks I’m fucking awesome, too.”

“Done!” you put your hand out and Tom shook it with vigor.

“Awesome, I’ll be right back.” Tom got up, with a jogging start and went off towards the other side of the airport.

You quickly pulled out your phone and dialed Haz’s number. You weren’t surprised when he answered on the 3 ring.

“Hello, how may I be of service?” He answered formally.

“I need you to do something for me, buddy,” you joked.

“If it’s gross, I’m not doing it.”

“I need you to call Tom and tell him you think he’s the superior being and that you think he’s fucking awesome?”

He laughed, “No!”

“Why not Harrison?!”

“Cause it’s not true!” he affronted. “What are you getting out of it, anyways?”

“Coffee.” You said without hesitation.

“Well, maybe the coffee can tell him that instead,” he joked.

You sighed, resigned. “Fine, then. If you don’t want to help your friend in need.”

You heard Haz sigh and figured you had it all set. You smiled when you heard him begin speaking again.

“Fine, I’ll do it right now.”

“Fantastic! Thank you friend!”

“Alright,” he hung up and you sat up a bit straighter when you realized you were set to get your coffee soon.


“One coffee for the human being with a problem.” Tom handed the cup to you and you sipped it immediately. You sighed happily and smiled as Tom sat down next to you, his own coffee in hand.

“Remind me never to fly red-eye again,” he groaned.

You giggled and sipped the coffee once more. “Did Haz call you, then?”

“Yup.”

“And?” you smiled, expecting some sassy remark.

“He did it,” he said and he began to fiddle with the lid on the cup.

“You sound disappointed…”

“Am I whipped?” He asked you, but he didn’t meet your eye.

“I’m sorry?” you asked.

“Am I whipped?” he asked again. “Harrison said I was whipped but I just want to see if anyone else agrees.”

“Would being whipped be a bad thing?” You asked cautiously. Even though you had no issue with him being in love with you, you still weren’t sure whether Tom even felt that way about you.

“I don’t think so…” he finally looked up at you. “Would that be a bad thing?”

His question caught you off-guard and you were sure your expression conveyed the emotion. “No…” you answered seriously.

“It wouldn’t?” he asked, his eyes big and round.

“Of course not,” you said. “Because I think I’m whipped, too.” You sipped your coffee, “If that’s helps at all.”

“It definitely does,” he said as a grin spread over his face.

You smiled too, but tried to hide it in your coffee. You continued to smile as you felt Tom’s fingers intertwine with yours.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear. You smiled.

“I love you,” you said out loud.

Pros (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by nestorquik

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot

Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^

Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore

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“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.

“Pardon, miss?”

Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.

“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”

You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”

The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.

You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.

“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.

Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.

Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.

“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.

“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.

“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.

“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”

You began to smile to yourself.

The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.

‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.

Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.

Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.

Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.

You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.

Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.

‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.

“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.

You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.

“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.

You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.

Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.

Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.

“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.

“Wait, but-”

“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.

The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.

So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.

And his hair, was blue.

“Sorry about that.” he admitted.

“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.

He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.

“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t mention it!”

“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”

“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”

You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.

Ethan shook it heartily.

Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.

❆   ❆   ❆

“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.

Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.

“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.

Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.

“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.

“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.

Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.

You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.

Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”

Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.

They started to chat his name.

You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.

“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.

The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.

“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”

The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.

“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”

❆   ❆   ❆

You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.

You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.

“(Y/n)!”

The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.

“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.

Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.

“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.

“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”

Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.

“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”

“I sure will.” you said.

“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.

“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.

“Deal.” Ethan agreed.

Being forgetful certainly did have its pros.

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(A/n): W o w,  how  c h e e s y

Holy Yeollie (M)

This is something I started a few days ago to practice my smut-writing skills (this is like the first fully completed one that I’ve written, and the first for EXO)… I got kinda invested in it and so, yeah…Here it is~ You don’t have to read it, of course, if you’re not into smut or anything (it’s probably not very good anyway lol). Anyway, here goes nothing…


Genre: X Reader, literally just smut, smut, smut (so basically PWP)

Member(s): Well, if you couldn’t tell from the title, it’s Chanyeol (who btw has been slaying it in that L’Officiele Hommes photoshoot)

POV: Second person

Warning(s): Potentially cringy due to my utter lack of any experience with a guy, not to mention the whole thing is smut so like…the (M) for mature should be a warning in itself

Summary: Smut. No plot-line to follow, just…yeah.

Originally posted by zutterxtrash


“Fuck!”

That was the word that echoed against the walls, the word that bounced its way down the hall, the word that resounded in your and his ears as you looked down at him, sitting on his stomach as he laid on the bed.

“(y/n),” he whimpered, wiggling beneath you. “Touch me, please!”

Chanyeol stared up at you, his eyes dark and lusty as hell. It was almost enough for you to change your mind. You knew what he was capable of, but…this was supposed to be your turn.

It’d been months since you had last seen him, touched him, breathed his scent, and now, you were just about ready to rip everything off of him, which was very uncharacteristic for you, since you were usually a sub. Hence this experiment.

“And why…should I listen to you?” You asked, your voice wavering a little as you tried to sound authoritative. You narrowed your eyes, although you were sure you looked stupid.

He stared up at you, before snickering, shaking his head.

“I literally have no idea how you do this,” your boyfriend groaned, propping himself up with his elbows. “Subbing is impossible.”

You sighed, climbing off of him.

“Well it’s not easy dominating either,” you muttered. “I’m just not good at being demanding.”

“You don’t have to be demanding,” he snickered. “Just…take charge.”

“It’s not that simple though! I don’t take charge. It’s not who I am. I just can’t. I’m sorry, Chan.” You stuck out your lower lip, pouting.

He smiled softly at your childish expression, before getting up off the bed and enveloping you in his long arms.

“It’s okay, baby,” he cooed, kissing your forehead lovingly. “It’s only sex. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

“I know,” you whined. “But I convinced you to do this and then I couldn’t even do it. I wasted your time and ruined the mood.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before moving to your ear.

“I don’t think you ruined the mood,” he whispered huskily, taking your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling softly.

You smiled a little, allowing your hands to make contact with his chest. You ran your fingertips over it, admiring the muscles hidden beneath the thin white shirt he wore. Slowly, your hands made their way down, undoing the buckle on his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled away from your ear to help you slip them off of his long tan legs.

The bulge that had already been visible when his pants were on suddenly seemed bigger, having been shed of some of its restricting confines. The only thing holding it back from your touch was his boxers. He gazed at you expectantly.

“Well?” He grunted, licking his lips.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled, sliding your fingers into the waistband. With a single tug, you pulled his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to smack against his t-shirt. He growled, his head tilting back as the cold air of the room met his heated skin.

You immediately got down on your knees. Your fingers crept under his shirt to trace the thin trail of soft hair that led down to his erection, subconsciously admiring his toned stomach as your fingertips ghosted over it.

“Don’t fucking play games, (y/n),” he snarled, seizing your hands in his. “You wanted your chance, and you had it. Now, you’ll do as I say, or else…” He released your hands, his eyes narrowing at you.

You gulped, seeing the untamed lust swirling in his dark irises. Quickly, you put your hands to work, one fondling the soft, wrinkly skin of his balls while the other began to smear his precum over the tip. He grinned, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back once more in pleasure.

You leaned down, pulling your hand away and wrapping your plump pink lips around his leaking head, flicking the slit with your tongue. He groaned, his hands balling into fists at the sensation.

“Mmm, fuck,” he hissed, feeling your tongue swirling over him as you slowly took him in deeper.

You took him until you could feel him hit the back of your throat. This was always the hard part; making sure you didn’t gag and throw up. Bracing yourself, you brought your head back, careful not to slip up and choke on him. You began to move your mouth up and down his length, cautiously yet quickly, taking what wouldn’t fit into your mouth into your free hand and moving it up and down as well.

His fists unraveled, his long fingers lacing themselves through your hair, coaxing you to move quicker. You complied, deciding that if you did choke, you’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. You hollowed your cheeks, creating extra friction between his cock and your mouth. He stared down at you, watching your every move with hooded eyes. He bit his lip, desperate to keep his lewd moans to himself.

“Ah, (y/n), fuck. Mmm, you feel so goddamn fucking good. You look so fucking sexy, with my cock in your pretty little mouth. Just look at you, drooling all over my dick. You love this, don’t you?” He grunted, hoping to distract himself from moaning, his breathing uneven. “You love being on your knees for me, love sucking this dick.” His grip on your hair grew tighter, his eyes darker, if that was even possible.

You moaned at his words, the vibrations causing him to release a stream of curses. You continued to suck like your life depended on it, like his cock was your air. As you went down again, he stopped you, his hands holding your head down. Slowly, he pushed you down further, his penis going deeper and deeper into your throat. You tried to swallow, but ceased your attempts when you realized you were on the verge of choking. Your eyes began to water, spit cascading from your mouth down his cock as he held you in place. You whimpered, tears blurring your vision. He pulled out a little, disentangling one of his hands to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“Baby,” he hissed, his voice strained. “Use your damn tongue, now.”

You quickly began to run your tongue over the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins and dipping into the slit, sucking out more salty precum, your hand still wrapped around his base and moving at a steady pace. He smiled down at you, feeling his abdomen tense and his balls grow heavy. His cock pulsed in your mouth, his hips starting to thrust forward. A deep, guttural moan tore through his throat as his hips bucked furiously, his cock spurting thick, creamy white ropes of cum into your mouth.

“(y/n),” he panted as he came. “Mmm, fuck, (y/n)! Yes…”

You swallowed as much as you could, accustomed to, and almost fond of, the salty and somewhat bitter tang of your boyfriend’s release, after having been with him for several years. He caught his breath, his gaze focused only on you. You stared back, noting that his eyes were still just as dark as before.

Suddenly, he scooped you up in his long arms, still not breaking eye contact as he nudged your nose with his, his forehead pressed against yours. His lips met yours in an almost tame kiss, no tongue, just your lips against his. He pulled away, before going in again, this time more heatedly.

His teeth sunk into your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth. His tongue slithered in, the warm muscle pressing against yours with firm, harsh strokes. He stepped towards the bed and set you down on it gently, not breaking the lip-lock. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his fingers tracing your collarbones and trailing down your back until he found the hook on your bra. Undoing it, he pulled your bra out from under your shirt, his hands drawing intricate patterns on your stomach before cupping your breasts. You tugged your head away from his, gasping both for breath and from the feeling of his cold hands pinching your sensitive nipples.

He smirked, his thumbs rolling them as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, before trailing back up again. He stopped at the hollow behind your ear, flicking it quickly with his hot tongue. You could feel him grin against your skin as you shivered beneath him, a familiar dampness developing between your clenched thighs. He pulled away from your neck, staring at you with a dorky yet cocky smile on his swollen lips.

“Am I making you wet, baby?” He crooned, releasing his hold on your breasts to grab the edge of your shirt. He pulled it off of you with an easy swoop, your upper body exposed completely to him and his hungry gaze.

You whined, feeling him take a nipple into his warm mouth. He tugged on it with his teeth, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

“Aren’t you going to answer my question, baby girl?” He whispered, his heated breath tickling your skin.

“Ahh…mmm…yes, Chan…Yeollie, I’m so wet for you…” you whimpered out, squirming under him.

“Good,” he hummed, before spreading your legs and unbuttoning your shorts, yanking them down and placing butterfly kisses all over your clothed core. He pressed his nose against your clit, making you mewl in pleasure as the fabric of your panties rubbed against the sensitive nub.

“You smell so fucking wonderful, you know that?” He growled, snapping the waistband of your underwear. You jumped at sound, biting your lip in anticipation.

He tugged your panties down, slipping them off your legs and throwing them across the room.

“Look at you, soaked. It’s a wonder you didn’t stain your damn underwear. So fucking wet, you’re dripping, baby girl.” He shook his head, his eyes still sweeping over your exposed core in amazement. “Now what do you suppose I should do about this?” He mused, arching an eyebrow at you. “I could…touch you? I could fuck you…well, I’m already planning on doing that. Hmm, or maybe…” He licked his pink lips, eyeing you amusedly before bending his head down. “Maybe I should taste-test you first…”

Before you registered what he had said, he dove straight into your heat, his lips suckling at your lower ones greedily. You cried out in surprise, your body writhing at the sudden overwhelming wave of pleasure. He nipped at your labia, sucking harshly at your heated flesh before lapping at it with his tongue. He slurped loudly, his tongue sliding in and out of your slick entrance. You couldn’t help but cry out each time, the sheets beneath you having fallen victim to your tightly clenched fists.

“Ahhh, Channie! Chanyeol…” You screeched between pants, your chest heaving as he slid one long digit into your entrance, beginning to slowly thrust it in and out with his tongue.

“You like this, (y/n)?” He cooed, the movement of his lips and the heat of his breath against your core making tears of ecstasy fill your eyes. You were already dreadfully close to your climax, a consequence of the long amount of time that had passed since he had been able to do this to you, since you and he had enjoyed a night like this together, and not on opposite sides of the world.

“I love it…I love you, Park Chanyeol,” you choked out as your body tensed, a familiar rush filling you as you were swallowed up by your orgasm. “AHHH! CHANYEOL!!!” You cried, your hands releasing the sheets and flying straight for his soft, tawny locks, tugging and yanking on them as your vision turned white, the pressure that had been building up in you releasing itself in the form of a hot fluid that your boyfriend eagerly lapped up. He continued to slip his finger in and out of you, making your legs quiver as you clenched down on the single digit tightly.

You gasped for breath, your entire body feeling as though it was floating on air. Chanyeol pulled away from your soaked folds, chuckling when he saw your dazed expression.

“You know we haven’t even reached the best part, right, baby girl?” He asked, hopping up on the bed beside you.

You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to try to regulate your breathing. He laughed again, shifting so that he held his body over yours. Through your haze, you noted the feeling of his erect cock against your thigh. You opened your eyes to see him positioned over you, his toned arms on either side of you, his knees holding your legs apart.

“Ready, baby?” He whispered, before taking his erection in his hand and rubbing himself over your slit, coating his tip in your fluids.

You hummed in response, bracing yourself for the feeling of his thick member stretching you. Even though you thought you were prepared, nothing could’ve prepared you for his first thrust. You moaned in unison, his deep and throaty while yours was high-pitched and whiny. His pearly white teeth sunk into his shiny lower lip, and you could faintly see the residue of your climax on his lips and chin. You lifted your head up, kissing him and tasting yourself as he held himself still inside of you. You smiled against his lips, knowing it was taking everything in him to not start thrusting.

“Move, please,” you murmured, your hands trailing up to grip his biceps.

You swore you heard him let out a sigh of relief, and you opened your mouth to say as such, when he pulled himself out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting back in quickly. Your words were long forgotten, replaced instead by a loud moan as his hard cock rubbed against your walls.

His hips began rocking steadily, setting a slow but consistent rhythm. His skin slapped gently against yours, the sound of his balls hitting your butt making a soft clapping noise. His thrusts were deep but gentle, hitting your most sensitive spots each time while leaving you wanting more.

“Yeollie, faster,” you mumbled, grabbing onto his arms tighter. “Harder, please.”

He complied almost instantaneously, the pace suddenly speeding up, causing you to gasp. His hips snapped to meet yours, his cock pounding into you harshly, each thrust making his tip hit your g-spot dead on. The sounds of skin on skin grew louder and more frequent, intertwining with the sounds of your moans, your bodies growing sticky and sweaty as he continued to rock his hips on yours.

You groaned, feeling a familiar pressure start to build inside you.

“Mmm, Yeollie…I’m gonna-”

He pulled all the way out, making you squeak at the empty and unsatisfying feeling of losing an orgasm.

“Damnit, Yeol!” You cried, staring up at him surprisedly. He grinned, rolling off of you and laying down beside you. You sat up, looking at him curiously.

“Chanyeolllll,” you whined, pursing your lips in a childish pout. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Do you remember why we started this, baby girl?” He hummed.

You blinked, stunned. What the hell was he talking about? All you cared about was the fact that he had deprived you of your orgasm.

“We started this today,” he placed his large hands on your hips, “so you could experiment with being in charge.” He lifted you up, placing you on top of him.

Suddenly it made sense to you.

“You want me to…?”

He nodded, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Ride me, baby,” he crooned. “Show me what you wanted to do with me.”

You blushed; did he really deny you of your climax for this? Nonetheless, you decided it couldn’t hurt. Shifting a little, you positioned your dripping folds over his dick, before slowly sinking down. You bit your lip, placing your hands on his clothed chest for support. Cautiously, you began to lift yourself up and down, rolling your hips a little. Soon enough, you had set a steady pace, your body bouncing on top of his, your core taking his cock with ease.

He threw his head back into one of the pillows, a low whine escaping his parted lips. You took advantage of his exposed neck, using your tongue to probe at his collarbones and making a trail up to his chin. You nipped gently at the corner of his lips, before sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling on it as you continued to ride him.

He groaned into your mouth, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet yours. Before you knew it, you were laying below him, your positions flipped. You made a noise of protest, and he chuckled, his hips maintaining the pace you had set before he had flipped things over.

“Sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t do it,” he mumbled, his thrusts quickening. “You looked sexy as hell, but I couldn’t just sit there and take it.”

He then slipped a hand between the two of you, his nimble fingers finding your clit almost instantly. He rubbed it in circles, making your body tense and your core clench.

“Are you close, (y/n)-ah?” He asked, his deep voice coming out strained.

“Y-yes,” you cried out, your eyes squeezing shut as your end twisted inside you. Your insides coiled, tighter and tighter, until it all sprung loose.

“Chanyeol…Chanyeol! Ahhh, Chanyeol!” You screamed, your toes curling in ecstasy, your fingers flying to his hair, knotting themselves in it as you writhed below him, your core clamping down on his cock.

He growled, continuing to thrust throughout your orgasm as he aimed for his own. Finally, he felt his balls tighten and pulled out of you, stroking himself to completion.

“Ahhh, fuck, mhmm, I’m gonna cum, (y/n), I’m gonna cum all over that pretty stomach of yours. Mmm, fuck yes…” He grunted, ribbons of thick white liquid shooting from his cock onto your bare stomach. You shivered, feeling the heated fluid come in contact with your skin.

He stood still for a moment, indulging in his peak, before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a handful of tissues. He proceeded to clean your stomach, before throwing out the tissues, slipping off his shirt, and crawling into bed beside you.

You laid on your side, his naked body spooning yours. His pole-like arms coiled around your torso, pulling your back against his chest, his long legs entangling with your much shorter ones. He smiled contently, peppering your shoulders with gentle kisses.

“I love you, (y/n),” he breathed, nuzzling his face into your neck before slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Love you too, Yeollie,” you murmured, falling asleep as well.


Yeah, so that happened. 0_0

I would love some feedback, if you guys don’t mind! Is it good? Should I write random smuts more often? Should I continue to work on my smut-writing skills? Or should I give up on them now because I’m an absolute lost cause?

There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

Keep me warm and safe

Summary: Dorky Firefighter!Phil and Student/Bookstore saleperson!Dan who likes to blurt out the first thing that comes to his mind.

Based on prompt: “My dumb ass of a room mate just set the microwave on fire and you’re one of the firemen who showed up and now I’m need an ambulance cause damn ur hot.” (Prompt by @phan-cannons)

Read it on ao3!

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I wrote this on a whim, honestly, but I am interested if anyone would like me to write more, because I would gladly take this as a side-project in between USQANF? chapters!

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anonymous asked:

Jug finally revealing how he feels about himself to Betty and Betty showing him her scars and what she does to herself was beyond emotional, Juggie completely bare without his crown and it really made for an intimate moment. It's obviously shown they're growing together as a couple and if it's not too much maybe you could write about them having their first time that night of his birthday, the both of them keeping each other's insecurities in mind.

@bugheadisperfection I was wondering if after Jughead kisses her hands and Betty kisses him and she pulls away he kisses her again, but a little more roughly and passionately and later on they go back to her house and snuggle and fall asleep in each other’s arms? Neck kisses too please!

I combined quite a few prompts for this one! I also saw @lostinafictionaluniverse and @jandjsalmon tag me in something to do with Juggie acknowledging Betty’s crown sweater and realising what that means so I’ve included that in here too. I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s been a while since my last fic!

Warning: starts off a bit angsty and then all the smut at the end.


Betty sucked in a sharp breath as she watched Jughead press his cool lips against her trembling hands. The simple gesture was everything. It was him, despite his every worry and every fear, telling her that her imperfections were alright. It was him telling her that he accepted her for what she was, still felt the same way about her as he did before, despite her flaws. All the oxygen left her lungs as the realisation hit her full force. She looked at his soft features, illuminated by the bright neon light of Pop’s sign, heart clenching at the deepening bruise around his eye and the dark gash on his cheekbone. He was still here, he’d heard it all and he was still here. His eyes glanced up, meeting hers with a gentle uncertainty, down-turned at the corners as he tried to absorb as much of her pain through his touch as he could.

It felt like a magnetic pull, bringing her towards him. It had felt like a subtle shift in her centre of gravity at first, tilting her slightly off balance as she tried to find her bearings once more. An almost nonexistent buzzing just under the surface of her skin, so calming that she hadn’t even realise it was there, that he was the cause. And then he’d kissed her and everything exploded. The buzzing turned into full fledged vibrations, taking over her entire frame until she couldn’t think straight. Then the dust settled and everything was better. Everything was brighter, more focused, in a way she had never imagined before. What she’d felt for Archie, she realised, hadn’t even scratched the surface.

But the brightness had only made the darkness more noticeable in comparison. Not more frequent, not more intense, just an ever-present clouding around her peripherals, threatening to engulf her as it always did - now with far worse consequences, she had thought. She’d almost experienced, first hand, what it would be like to have everything taken away and never wanted that feeling, that suffocating void, to flood her again. Her eyes flicked to his lips, set in a frown and slightly chapped as he let out a deflating sigh. She drifted forward, unable to resist placing a hard, bruising kiss against his mouth, trying to tell him everything she was sorry for, everything she was grateful for - she needed him to know that he could have all of her, as much as he wanted for as long as he would have her. She settled against his shoulder, revelling in the feeling of being encircled in his warm embrace as she played sleepily with the fingers holding hers.

Betty knew they needed to say more - that she needed to say more. She cursed her mother in that moment for every doubt she placed into her head. She knew she trusted Jughead with everything she had, always would. He was a part of her, mind and body. Oh… The realisation sent a jolt though her tired frame, simmering beneath the skin like a thousand tiny flames, lighting her up with an unfamiliar heat that she’d never experienced before. She was ready to giver her all to this boy, she was so sure that it hurt. She took a deep breath, trying to release some of the tightness in her chest, slow her pounding heart, as she lay, stone still, in his embrace.

“Juggie, I’m sorry. I didn’t say it before but I truly am,” she whispered, feeling his head turn to gaze down at her but not moving to meet his eyes, unsure that she’d be able to stomach the open sincerity she knew she’d find there. “You were right… what you said about me trying to prove something. But… it wasn’t for Archie or for anyone,” she swallowed, choking out the words as she closed her eyes against the image of Jughead’s face as he’d spat the accusations at her, fingers closing a little tighter around his hands as they barred her fingernails from piercing the delicate flesh of her palms. A shaky breath flew from her lips as she tried to fight past her every insecurity, give herself up to him completely. “It was for myself, I didn’t believe in me. I… I didn’t believe that I could be anything less that perfect, that I wasn’t allowed. Here I was, finally happy with the way some parts of my life were turning out. I had you,” her voice trembled, pitch rising, thick with tears. She felt his heart thudding erratically beneath her ear. She used every last inch of her power to will him to stay. “And we w-were us, it was supposed to be perfect.” She breathed the word, cringing at her own use of the curse. But that’s what she’d realised - she spent so long resisting the label of perfect that in order to make herself something else it was exactly what she had tried to become. The perfect back alley investigator, the perfect sleuthing journalist, the perfect girlfriend to the boy she felt rebellious for dating. “It was so unexpected, so out of the blue - Betty and Jughead. It felt like everything that wasn’t supposed to happen but I needed it. I was proving to myself that I was good at being everything I wasn’t meant to be. And I used you to do it. But…” This was it, it was coming out and she couldn’t stop it. “I love you, Jughead,” she breathed, tension snapping in her chest like an elastic band. Her whole body felt like it was free falling and it was the most exhilarating sensation, she didn’t want it to end. “And I don’t want us to be together for any other reason than we make each other happy,” she finished, voice hard with the firmest conviction she could muster.

Jughead was tense beneath her. She held her breath as she waited, for what felt like an eternity, for his reply. He slipped his hands from hers, moving them to her shoulders to pull her back and force her eyes, swimming with unshed tears, to his. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, cheeks flaming, as she waited for his inevitable rejection. But at least she’d said it now, she wouldn’t regret it. He took a breath, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. When he opened them again their blue was so deep she felt like she was drowning.

“Betty… Betts, I didn’t mean what I said to you, those things in Archie’s garage. I-I know I told you I was scared of getting hurt, for being who I am. I didn’t tell you that I was scared of who I am. I was trying to pass a shitty hand off as a full house and I thought I was getting away with it. I kissed you and you smiled. We were investigating Jason’s murder and writing for The Blue and Gold and it was enough to silence every tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that it was all one big shitty joke, that I couldn’t have this. Everyone gets left behind, everyone leaves. I was scared that I would be the one to leave you, it’s practically in my genetics,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need the burden that I could place on your shoulders, so if I could make you leave me it wouldn’t be as bad.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, force leaving stark white lines on his already pallid skin, disappearing as fast as they appeared.

Betty didn’t know when the tears had begun to fall. She reached up with shaking hand, thumbs skimming his cheeks, to card her fingers through his dark waves, finally free from behind his armour. His eyes slid shut once more, sighing in foreign contentment as she eased the ache building up in his skull. He startled as he felt soft lips press against one eyelid and then the other, corners of his lips tilting up in mild amusement. Her voice brought him back to the present.

“You said it yourself, Jug. We are not our parents,” she whispered, the soft spoken words glinting with a sharper edge. “You should believe in yourself as much as I believe in you,” she said, smile creeping into her voice as she thought of all the times he pulled her back from the edge. She pressed a hand against his chest, as if she was checking he was really there. He huffed out a laugh through his nose, eyes settling on her fingertips, following the line of her arm. His eyes came to rest on the bright yellow crown emblazoned on her chest. His smile widened as he reached out a tentative finger to run across the fabric.

“I never told you how much I liked this,” he mumbled, looking at her sweater with mirth in his eyes. He like this side of Betty, her playful side. It was all too frequently hidden away. He looked at his signature, prominently displayed across her front, the realisation knocking him back. She’d put it there, it was her choice. His head spun with its every connotation, he couldn’t help but feel the swell in his chest at the idea of other people looking at it and just knowing.

“I’m yours, Juggie,” she murmured, looking up at him bashfully from beneath thick eyelashes, crystal tear drops still clinging to a stray few. Her thudding heart suddenly made him aware of the positioning of his palm, pressed against her breasts, covering the crown with slightly curled fingers. A scarlet blush bloomed across his cheeks, mouth going dry as he attempted to pull his hand away. She was quicker, placing her own palm over the back of his hand, pushing firmly, keeping him against her. The green of her eyes deepened as she leaned forwards once more, capturing his lips, chests pressed close together, joint hands wedged in between.

Betty gasped against his lips as one kiss turned into two, three, four, Jughead lifting his free hand to the back of her neck, fingers slipping slightly into the tight hair of her ponytail to scratch against her scalp. Her open lips allowed him to swipe his tongue along the inside of her lower lips, eliciting delicate whimpers that he swallowed down like the sweet milkshake abandoned on the table before them. Her hand grasped at his denim-clad bicep, willing him ever closer to her every inch, their proximity never enough to quench the flames of desire that burned in the pit of her stomach. He groaned, the sound erupting from the depths of his chest, as she sucked gently on the tip of his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate ice cream that still lingered there. He pulled away, mind dizzy, to rest his forehead against hers, breath coming in heaving gasps. The sound of the bell above Pop’s door alerted him to their surroundings, the diner all but a faded memory until then, fresh heat coming up to join his already flushed cheeks.

“We should probably…” he breathed, unsure of what he was suggesting to her. He felt Betty nod instantly against him, breath just as ragged as his own.

“We should,” she replied, not knowing what she was agreeing to but agreeing none the less. It didn’t matter, she just knew that she wanted to. She took his hand, pulling him from the booth and not letting go as they began the walk home.

He stood before the Cooper residence, unsure of what was going to happen next but still entirely unwilling to drop her hand. He could feel the tiny, rough edges of her fresh crescent scars rubbing against the smooth skin of his palm, spurring him to grip all the more tightly. They stood before each other, easy silence settling over them, their faces a reflection of timid smiles. Neither made to move, to break the trance that had seemingly swept them up on the sidewalk.

“Do you…” Betty began, pressing her lips shut as he raised an eyebrow at her in question, waiting for her to find the words to continue. “Would you come inside?” she asked eventually, words laden with hints of promise. A fine sweat broke out over Jughead’s entire body, cooling quickly in the frosty night air and making him shiver. Anticipation and nerves fought for dominance as she stared at him with wide, probing eyes. He swallowed, focusing on the way her hand felt in his.

“I want to,” he began, nodding his head in the barest of movements. “I do want to. Betty…” She silenced his concerns with a teasing kiss, lacing it with every intention she had, that she hoped to give him. He pulled back with a chuckle. As much as he’d like to just lose himself in Betty Cooper he’d made a promise with himself to talk, to use his words with her from now until forever. “I want everything with you, Betty. I just need to know that you’re sure, that it’s not just because of everything that happened tonight. Because we’re both scared…” he trailed off, brow furrowed. His fingers twitched by his side, aching to touch every inch of her, to know every part of her inside and out. She smiled easily, caressing his cheek with the lightest of touches.

“It is because of everything that happened tonight. But only because that has made me realise that this? This is everything I’m ever going to want. That we know each other completely. I want to feel it, Jughead. I’ve never been more sure.” He studied her eyes, nothing but clear, and nodded, firmer this time.

“Me too.”

An entirely new feeling coiled like a spring low in Jughead’s stomach as she led him up the stairs, walking him into her room with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, half hiding her pretty smile. He cupped her face, coaxing the plump flesh back out so he could capture it with his own in a series of light, tender kisses. Betty left out a soft moan as his hands travelled down the slope of her neck, tilting her head to give him more access as his mouth followed, planting butterfly kisses along the almost translucent skin, breathing in deeply as he became drunk on the warm scent of strawberries that rose from her being. Her fingers clutched at his hips, spurring him to seal his mouth over her pulse point and suck gently. He smiled against her neck as he felt her pulse flutter, breath leaving her lips in a shaky gasp.

Betty walked them backwards, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall discarded in a heap to the floor, until her legs hit the edge of the mattress. She broke away from him to crawl to the centre of her bed, sitting back on her knees and beckoning him towards her with soft eyes. He slipped off his boots and slid next to her, not sure of his next move, whether he wanted to do everything or nothing at all. His fingers flexed around empty air, catching her eye as she moved to a stroke a soothing hand through his hair once more. They were both damaged, both fractured, building up so many layers of protection around their hearts that is seemed impossible to break through. But here, in this moment, Jughead could feel the constant glow that poured from ever fibre of Betty’s being melt away the cold, hard wax of his facade. She pushed him back with steady hands until his head was resting against her pillow, her sheets wrapping him in the comforting scent he had grown to love. She draped herself along his side, following his descent until she could rest her lips over his, drawing out long, languid kisses as a more confident hand came up to push her hips harder against his own. A low growl that surprised even himself left his lips as her thigh brushed intoxicatingly against the slowly forming bulge in his pants.

Betty sat back, now straddling one of his thighs, chest heaving deliciously in front of Jughead’s face for just a moment as his tongue came out to wet his lips subconsciously. She ran the pads of her fingers down his clothed chest, eliciting a shiver that ran straight down his slightly bowed spine. She regarded the layers covering the boy below her. She knew how heavily he relied on swathing himself in a thick fabric of armour, never letting anyone get close to his surface without pulling away, shutting down. She needed him to know that it was okay to bare themselves completely before one another, happy to take the first step if it would tip them over the threshold. Steeling her nerves, teetering on the edge of excitement, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it and the sweater off in one fluid movement. His firm gaze on her every movement incited a confidence in her, flinging the bundle of fabric in her hands onto the floor to join his jacket. High on exhilaration her hands went to the clasp at the middle of her back.

Jughead leaned up, hands gripping her wrists as he halted her actions. Her chest deflated, eyes looking everywhere but into his as she crossed her arms protectively over her front. His eyes widened at her distress, peppering kisses over her cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere his mouth could reach as he tried to reassure her.

“I just wanted to say, before anything else happens, I need you to know that what you said earlier… I do too. I lo-” She cut him off with a hard kiss.

“I don’t need you to say it right now, Jug. If you feel like you have to because…” she trailed off, gesturing between them. His expression remained determined as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“I love you, Betty Cooper. Every inch, every flaw. Whether we’re in a booth at Pop’s or… in your bed,” he laughed, innocent embarrassment colouring his cheeks as she giggled prettily from her place in his lap, utterly dishevelled and the picture of everything but innocence. “I know, for sure, that I love you,” he finished as happy tears trembled along her waterline, fingers caressing his cheeks. He turned his head, picking up her wrist and placing a feather-light kiss against the veins near the surface. He continued his actions, pressing further kisses to each and every one of the scars that had found home on her palms, promising her, and himself, through his lips that he would do everything in his power to get her through this. His hands slipped down her arms, coming to rest at the opening of her bra. His eyes met hers, shy but sure. She nodded, taking a breath as she felt his fingers fumbling with the foreign object a few times until eventually the elastic slackened, straps falling down her arms and bringing the lace cups tumbling to their laps.

Jughead held her gaze for a while longer as new parts of Betty’s body were revealed in his peripheries. Dropping his eyes he finally took in her bare chest, at a loss for a moment as to what to do with the perfection that was presented before him. He’d never understood the fascination his male classmates seemed to have with female breasts, but watching Betty’s shift slightly with each anticipatory breath she took, bare from the waist up, sitting in his lap… he wished he could capture the image forever. His hand moved up, skimming the smooth skin of her waist with backs of his fingers, to pull the band out of her hair, letting it fall in loose waves over her shoulders. It framed her face, shining silver in the dim moonlight that crept through her curtains, transforming her into the picture of ethereal. Jughead smoothed down some of the silken strands, smiling as she leaned her head into his touch slightly. This was his Betty, without the intruding barrier of perfection, free from the cloying restraint of expectation. She was simply here, looking like something altogether new, yet intensely familiar. She was home. His hand drifted lower, cupping the firm mound of her breast, delighting in the sounds of her pleasurable moans that filled his ears while he squeezed softly, testing the new waters. He did it again, wanting nothing more than to keep those sounds a permanent fixture in his head, hips jerking upwards as a well-positioned swipe of his thumb across her hardened nipple had her body circling against his lap.

Jughead took a steadying breath, trying to calm the overstimulating sensitivity of his skin at her every movement, knowing that he wanted this experience to last for as long as he was capable. He leaned towards her, focusing all of his attention on Betty in an attempt to steady himself, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her sternum as she cupped the back of her head, forcing him closer towards her until he was gasping for air. He wanted to reach more, to uncovered everything. With a firm hand on her back he twisted them, both giggling at the uncoordinated fumblings of inexperience while limbs tangled ungracefully, until she was laid out before him, golden halo splayed around her on the white sheets. Trembling fingers trailed down her stomach, muscles clenching as he made his way closer to the waistband of her jeans. Betty licked her lips, glossing them with moisture, highlighting their already swollen appearance, as she raised her hips in silent permission. Every motion was slow, popping the button, pulling down the zipper, the first glance of the periwinkle blue of her underwear… Jughead shook his head, trying not to get lost in the thoughts of what hid beneath. Sensing his hesitation Betty took control, pulling the denim over her hips, shimming them down her legs until she could kick them off her ankles. The room felt overwhelmingly hot as Jughead took in the sight before him, a sight that only he was allowed to see. Miles of smooth, tanned skin. Sheer panties settled neatly against her hips. Her legs fell open slightly under his gaze, inviting him to move closer.

He couldn’t bring himself to cover up the view with his own body to kiss her lips, choosing instead to drop sweet kisses over her neck, her breasts, her stomach. The bottom edge of his lower lip caught on the waistband of her panties as he dipped even lower, pressing one last kiss above her heated flesh. Her thighs rubbed together beneath him, fingers grasping at the sheets as she waited for his next move. He was aware that she was almost fully naked beneath his clothed body, needing to make this moment about her more than himself, needing to feel her come undone. Betty knew, out of the two of them, he was feeling more vulnerable in this position than her, in this moment. He sat back, hands resting either side of her waist. She picked one up, fingers cool against his feverish skin, bringing it to rest against her core tentatively. His fingers twitched as they met damp fabric, Betty’s thighs widening slightly at the sensation, breathy whine leaving her throat. Jughead’s head snapped up at the noise, focusing intently on the way her eyelids fluttered closed and she repeated the sinful sound once more as he pressed his fingers more firmly against her centre. Her entire frame shook as he circled his fingers over the bundle of nerves at her core, another rush of wetness against his hand sending sparks throughout his body, making him even more aware of the desperately growing pressure straining against his zipper. Something snapped inside of him, surging up to press his lips against hers, deep groan rising from his chest as he sent every emotion inside of him into her, tongue delving into her mouth as his fingertips left bruising impressions in her skin, clinging to her body for dear life.

The dam was broken, there was no turning back. His hips thrust into hers wildly, gasping into her mouth, stealing air from her lungs to breath, as he tried to ground himself on this crashing tide. He tugged at his shirt, getting it stuck over his head as they struggled to get the offending item off between their closely connected bodies. His jeans followed, moving back from her embrace for what felt like too long to kick the garment away before falling back into her welcoming arms, now just the thin fabric of her panties and his boxers separating them. Jughead stilled, hot breath fanning over her chest as he brought himself back from the edge. Her hands were against his back, drawing small circles over the flushed skin as she waited for him to come back to her, patient and understanding. She’d made him completely forget himself, made him throw his vulnerabilities to the wind as the only thought he could discern was the need to be connected to her, as close as he could get, before his heart gave out. It was primal, an instinct he’d never known before, to protect her and be protected in return. There was nothing that had ever come close to this feeling - he didn’t think it ever would. He could feel her heat against the front of his underwear, drawing him closer.

“Are you alright, love?” she whispered against the shell of his ear, voice soothing and controlled. His huffed out a laugh, brushing his nose against the dip in her collarbone, following it with a lingering kiss. It was incredible, she was incredible. She could make him forget and find himself all in one moment, emerging a new, better version of himself, deep blue cracks filling up with her golden glow. He moved to rest his forehead against hers.

“Yeah… yes,” he whispered, dropping his lips over hers once more. She fiddled with the elastic at his hips, leg hitching higher to wrap around his thigh, eliciting a shaky exhale from the boy above her. “I love you,” he told her again, just because he could, because the world needed to hear it. She grinned, bright smile illuminating the darkened room for him.

“Good,” she replied, cheeky smirk slipping onto her face as he laughed at her antics. She would always know what he needed. Her eyes lost their teasing as he hooked his fingers around her panties, dragging them slowly down her body. He could finally take her all in now, spread out before him, sneaking a glance at her most sensitive areas before his mind could short-circuit at the overwhelming vision that was Betty Cooper’s naked body. His hands moved to his own underwear, removing them while still high on the view she presented. They were equals now, he felt it. All barriers torn down, all secrets uttered. He finally felt at one with another person, ready to meet her at every step of the way. Her eyes crept over his exposed body - that’s what he was now, fully exposed, and he wasn’t afraid. Her hand rest on his hip, fingers drifting over the clenching muscles of his abdomen as they moved to trail down the dark hair below his navel. He captured both her hands in his, unsure if he could stand any more of her delicate touches, bringing them to his lips to place an all too familiar kiss against her knuckles before locking their fingers together above her head. Their bodies aligned perfectly, each curve fitting like pieces of a long lost puzzle. Jughead suddenly started, cheeks darkening.

“I, uh… I don’t have protection,” he stuttered out, still an inexperienced teenage boy despite his newfound freedom. She hushed his worries, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“It’s okay. Mom put me on birth control the second she found out about us, after Polly…” she trailed off, squirming as she remembered the conversation. Jughead’s blush travelled to the tips of his ears as he thought about Alice Cooper discussing their, until now non-existent, sex life. He went to protest further but she cut him off with a roll of her hips. “And I’ll go to the pharmacy in the morning, don’t worry. I don’t want this to stop,” she added, pupils blown wide with desire, conscious of every sensation that was coursing through her body. Jughead searched the sincerity in her eyes, blinking up at him with nothing but trust, and he nodded.

“Okay,” he whispered, lining himself up against her entrance, biting his lip at the feeling of her wetness nudging up against his tip. He took a deep breath, calming himself down before tilting his hips forwards just an inch. Her body tensed beneath him and he stilled, eyes glued to her features, taking in her pinched brow and pursed lips. “Do you need me to stop?” he managed to get out, every muscle in his body tight. She shook her head instantly, angling her hips up to find a more comfortable position.

“No, just go slow,” she reassured, pulling him in to kiss her in distraction as her walls stretched around him. His hips finally pressed flush with hers, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing surrounding them as he waited for her direction. “You can move now,” she murmured a while later, shifting her hips experimentally.

He knew nothing would compare to the feeling of being inside her as he pulled his hips back before pushing in again, starting off slowly before he couldn’t take it any longer, skin slapping against skin in a newfound frenzy. She was gasping and trembling beneath him, fingernails digging into his biceps as he picked up his pace, still messy and uneven. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, trying with everything he could muster to stave off the inevitable as she clenched deliciously around him. A fine sheen of sweat was coating the both of them and Jughead dipped his head to lick a few rogue drops from between the valley of her breasts, eliciting even more despicable sounds from the beauty that had taken him into her body, her heart.

He didn’t want to reach the end without her, slowing his thrusts as best he could so he could bring her to the edge, trailing a hand between them to rub small quick circles over her clit with his thumb. It was slippery and he was uncoordinated, hands shaking with the effort to hold himself back, but he needed to give her everything she deserved. He found a rhythm eventually, pride blossoming in his chest as he felt her respond to his every touch, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, head thrown back, thighs quivering, soft whimpers drifting through the thick air.

His hand was cramping, his forearms weak, but he was determined to get her there before he finished. Her bruised lips dropped open and her back bowed in a perfect arch, breath stopping altogether as her pleasure crested, reaching the peak before exploding behind her closed eyelids in waves that consumed her. He couldn’t hold off any longer, planting both hands by her head as he fell over the precipice with her, keeping his eyes open, afraid to miss a single second of the expressions dancing across her features.

He collapsed on top of her, too tired to hold himself up anymore after the nights events. How far they’d come, he thought with an internal laugh, enjoying the feeling of her arms encircling his body, her heart thumping against his ear. He didn’t realise he was crying until small fingers were wiping beneath his eyes.

“Shh, it’s alright, Juggie. I’ve got you,” she soothed, pressing tiny kisses to the top of his head as he tried to catch his breath. She tucked him close once he finally found the energy to lift himself off her, resting her chin on top of his head as their legs tangled together beneath the sweat-dampened sheets.

Nothing was perfect, it was never going to be. But as she held him tightly against her warm body, humming soft melodies into his ear as they drifted into slumber, he couldn’t help but think this was pretty damn close.

// I ONLY ADDED JUMIN AND SAERAN AKDHISHD

this is pretty long though but I’m just feelin my boys here anon forgive me

{ Valentine’s day special }


Jumin:

- Valentine’s day was just another day for him; Work everyday, have a meeting, go to dinners, but coming home to his lovely Elizabeth the 3rd was always exciting. However recently, he’s found himself.. Less enthusiastic about his daily life. He still loves his cat but; part of him just feels empty coming home now. It was lonely. He was lonely. He did notice how much he looked forward to her phone calls. Her jokes in the chatroom. Her herself. It frightened him; reminding him of the emotions he felt with Rika. MC was very different from her though, he never wanted to compare the two. However this was the exact same situation, different but same concept and feelings. And he didn’t like it. MC is Jihyun’s… Not yours.. He had to painfully remind himself. Driver Kim thankfully pulled him away from his thoughts.

“ Any plans for Valentine’s day, Mr Han? ”
The older man glanced into the rear view mirror with a smile– Which Jumin returned alongside a curt shake of his head.

“ No.. Its just another day for me. I’ll spend it with my love Elizabeth the 3rd. ”

Driver Kim laughed softly, muttering a small ” Thats what I thought you’d say. ” before returning his attention back onto the road ahead.

Jumin glanced down at his phone, it was on vibrate; and he noticed her picture illuminating the screen. Instantly his heart sped up, having to clear his throat before answering.
He was greeted with her energetic,
“ Good evening Jumin! ”
To which he replied
“ To you as well, MC. I hope you’re having a good night so far. ”
He envisioned her smile which caused one of his own to appear on his lips, she hummed in approval before continuing.
“ Yes! I am. Jihyun fell asleep though, He was very tired.. Long day I suppose. ”
His smile was replaced with a scowl as he furrowed his brows; It was just like Jihyun to do something stupid like that. He never was a night owl; Leaving MC so lonely, what a shame.

“ Ah. So you called me for company? ”

“ Yeah.. I wasn’t sure if you were doing anything. I’m sorry if I interrupted. ”

His eyes scanned the lights of the cities as they passed by. He wished he was doing something– Something with her. He knows what restaurant she loves; Taking her there would make her happy. Or bringing her to his home, letting her play with his precious Elizabeth the 3rd. He knows how well they get along together.

“ No– Don’t apologize. I’m spending my evening with Elizabeth the 3rd and a bottle of wine. Nothing extraordinary. ”

He stated– Tugging on the cuffs of his suit to keep him occupied. He always felt odd talking to her without V being around. He wanted to say things that he wouldn’t normally say. Wanted to tell her things he would never tell anyone else. It made him uncomfortable. Not because of her– the emotions. He hated it.

“ Ooh. Sounds pretty extraordinary to me. A beauty on your lap and some chateau montrose at your side. How lovely. ”

He chuckled lowly at the fact she remembered his favorite wine, nodding his head before realizing she couldn’t see the action

“ Ha.. I suppose. I only wish you could join me instead.. ”

His voice trailed off as he noticed the penthouse coming closer and closer into view– straightening his posture and clearing his throat before continuing.

“ Ah. I’m nearly home. I’m afraid i’ll have to end this conversation here, MC. ”

He didn’t want to, but he knew if he stayed on the phone while he was comfortable at home the conversation could last for hours. That wasn’t fair to either of them, nor V.

“ Alright.. Thanks for talking with me Jumin, goodnight. Happy Valentine’s day.. ”

The click broke him of his frozen state, the car had already stopped and Driver Kim sat with a knowing look on his face and a sad smile. Jumin was quick to see him off, wishing him a goodnight before making his way to the penthouse.

Elizabeth the 3rd was there to greet him at the door as always. Her soft purrs caused him to smile bittersweetly.
“ My dear Elizabeth the 3rd, please explain Jihyun gets everything I want.. I want to be happy too.. ”
He sighed heavily as she replied with a meow– one he wasn’t able to decipher.
“ Sometimes I feel as if it isn’t fair. But I suppose this is the way it has to be. At least I’ll always have you..”
He smiled down at the kitty– rubbing gently under her chin as she closed her eyes in contentment.

Saeran:

- He woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing uneven and fragile. His fist clenching the cushions as panic rings through his mind, White patches blurring his vision. The feeling of being so trapped and helpless burned in his chest, He wanted to scream the pain felt so unbearable. Suddenly, a warm hand is placed on his shoulder. Initially causing him to flinch, but he could recognize that warmth anywhere. Instantly his body relaxes into the touch, his mind begins to clear as his eyes quickly turn back meet her soft ones. She gave him a concerned smile before pushing the stray hairs away from his face.

“ Did you have a nightmare, Saeran? ”
She asks, his head lowers before nodding in acknowledgment like a child would. For some reason, he always felt so comfortable talking with her after something like this. It was odd but natural. She comforted him so well. She brought him into an embrace– His head buried into her shoulder as he looses himself in her presence– Inhaling deeply. She smelt sweet, like cherry blossoms.

“ Saeyoung will be back soon.. He’s getting ice-cream; Your favorite kind too.”
He smiles softly, but in the same breath he didn’t want Saeyoung to come home. Not now. It was selfish, but he wanted her to himself. Saeyoung would take her away from him as soon as he got back.. They had dinner plans tonight– It was a “ special ” day today apparently. And he would be left all by himself once more.

“ Don’t go.. ”

He mumbled into the shoulder of her red dress, he had only caught a glimpse before she brought him into her arms. She looked beautiful, but not for him.. She did it for Saeyoung– He had to remind himself through clenched teeth.

“ Saeran– You’ll be fine here, I can call Yoosung to come over if you’d like.. ”

“ No. I want you to stay with me.. Don’t go.. ”

His grip tightens on her, she shifts to sit beside him on the red couch that matched her dress. He broke the embrace to look at her, she looked nice as always. She gave him a reassuring smile– running a palm up and down his arm in comfort. His ears were still ringing, and he was tired. Maybe that’s why he felt so needy today.

“ Hey– You’ll be fine Saeran. Trust me. But you know I have to go with– Oh, Saeyoung! ”
Who had just loudly entered the home interrupting her sentence, making him groan in aggravation as he moved away from her touch.

“ Woah babe.. You look beautiful! ”
His brother wolf whistled before dropping the bags on the kitchen counter– seemingly ignoring Saeran as he made his way to MC behind the couch. Leaning over and placing a kiss on her cheek, causing Saeran to tense.

“ Are you ready to head out? ”
She nodded before turning her attention back to himself; causing his heart to skip a beat. She rubbed his arm one last time before shuffling to get up, grabbing her bag as Seven dangled the car keys on his fingertips.

“ We’ll bring you back food Saeran– Don’t worry! ”
Saeyoung said through a smile, causing Saeran to scoff and sink deeper into the couch. She came over to him one last time- He tried to ignore her but his eyes couldn’t help but make their way up to meet hers. They were soft and gentle.

“ You’ll be okay Saeran. ”
She nodded towards him before making her way over to his brother; who wrapped an arm around her waist before making their way towards the door, shutting it behind them.
He got up with a huff, digging through the bags to find the ice cream that awaited him. Not even bothering to get a bowl– He laid back down on the couch and mindlessly ate away with a slight scowl playing on his lips.

’ Youll be okay.. ’ Pft. Yeah right. At least he had something sweet to keep him company tonight. Even though the cookies and cream was quickly dwindling away the more aggravated he got. He hated the fact she was with his brother. She was such a joy. Sometimes he wished things could be different. Okay– Most of the time he wished things could be different. But he’s Saeran Choi. He never gets what he wants, even if he’s good. It seems like the universe had it out for him. He just had to learn to accept it.

Alec Lightwood Imagine: Lifeline

Requested 

Prompts: 19.-“Stop it! It tickles!”, 
26.- “Come over here and make me.”,
62- "You got a cute butt.”

Summary: Reader finds Alec training in the middle of the night andapologize s for the harsh words from earlier. Then they train together which ends up with Alec getting tickled.

Word Count: 1003


Originally posted by alectightwood

“Dammit Alec, can you just stop ignoring me?” I threw my hands into the air getting impatient by his behavior.

It was 3 AM and instead of sleeping he was in the training room fighting the punching bag. It was a result of us having a fight before.

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You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

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Other Pack

Requests: “Can you do #102 with Scott and its his sister who gets hurt” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Scott couldn’t believe the lump on the ground that was his sister. The same girl he grew up playing tag with. Drawing pictures, becoming the stubborn big brother who didn’t want to play anymore. Annoying her with Stiles. Having girls over and making a lot of noise in the other room to freak her out.

That same girl, one of the first girls he loved was now bleeding out. He didn’t want this life for her. The other pack knew they were overstepping boundaries. As they waited for the ambulance it felt like years. Scott held her close, whispering how she was going to be okay. But there was nothing to do for her. He couldn’t help but cry. She’d either turn into a werewolf like him or die. And he hated to think about both options.

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the-princess-and-the-king  asked:

You're my neighbor and you're really cute but you almost burnt our apartment building down with your failed attempts at cooking, please don't do that again + Bellarke :)

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Bellamy chuckles even though the high pitched sound of his neighbor’s smoke alarm is screaming through their shared kitchen wall.

Somehow he’s still able to hear her voice over the continuous beeping.

“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!”

He laughs when he hears the stove open and slam shut again followed by a clanging sound, like a pan hitting countertop. A few more curse words (although there is something strangely sexy about a woman with that kind of lexicon) and then the distinct smell of smoke.

“Damn these thin walls,” he mumbles to himself as he opens a window to air out his apartment.

***

It happens again three days later.

A slew of swear words and the smoke alarm beeping followed by clanging noises and then smoke.

He briefly considers buying his neighbor a cookbook, actually starts to search for one online that he could just anonymously send to her, before thinking better of it. Instead he just grumbles as he’s shutting down his laptop and opening up the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony for some fresh air.

***
The third time it happens he knocks on her door.

An entire monologue is written in his mind.

Do you know what you’re doing every time you start a mini fire in your kitchen? Do you know how dangerous it is? Are you okay with putting the entire building at risk every time you try to make ramen?!

But then she opens the door and every word he was going to say is gone from the tip of his tongue.

His neighbor is a tiny blonde, whose hair is currently up in the messiest bun he’s ever seen. Golden tendrils are falling out over a gorgeous face covered in exasperation and flour. Lots and lots of flour.

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Not In That Way (Sirius Black x Reader)

Based on two requests by @a-smol-snake and @mp938368

“Come to the party tonight, Y/N/N,” Remus begged as you walked through the corridors with him. He always made sure to spend time with you, his younger sister, despite being in different houses.

“Are you sure that your friends want a Slytherin around?” You quipped as you looked up at him. He rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I never see you anymore,” he said sadly. “You know that the lads love you, besides, James and Sirius will be a little… preoccupied.”

“Is that so?” You asked, a tight smile forming on your face. You knew what Remus meant; his friends would be chatting up girls. Sirius would be paying you no mind if you were to attend the party.

“Completely,” Remus promised as he looked down at you with pleading eyes. “Now promise me that I’ll see you there tonight, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you gave in after a moment of deliberation. “But only because you’re family.”

You sat in the common room, absentmindedly looking around the room as you watched Sirius Black. You hadn’t meant for your eyes to land on his body that was leaning against the wall as he talked with a Ravenclaw girl. You could feel the jealousy in your body blooming into a grand but deadly flower; you tore your eyes away from him as he reached foward to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

With a deflated sigh, you began to get up from the couch in the middle of the room. You walked over to your older brother, who was laughing with Peter about something, before quickly placing your arms around him in a soft hug.

“Hey, are you alright?” Remus murmured into your ear as he hugged you back. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied shakily. “I’m just going to be on my way, I have to read a book for my Astronomy class.”

“Okay,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head before you pulled yourself out of his arms. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

“Love you, Remus,” you told him as you walked away. As you trudged away, you realized you had to walk by the one person you were trying to avoid.

“Leaving so soon, Y/N?” His deep voice rang out through the room. You cringed, looking at him with guarded eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest to appear stronger than you felt.

“This party is a little bit boring for me,” you said, making eye contact with the girl he had been chatting up. She looked like she didn’t appreciate Sirius’ attention being taken away from her.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Sirius taunted you, pointing a finger. “Have some fun for once in your life.”

“How can I have fun if you’re here?” You snapped, face beginning to turn red. A small group of people began to move closer to hear your conversation, but you didn’t care. It was his idea to keep things a secret, not yours. You wanted everyone to know about your relationship.

“Just because I’ll never love you like you love me doesn’t mean you have to be such a-“

A loud slap echoed throughout the room as your palm connected with his cheek. There was gasping all around before someone wrapped an arm around your waist and began to pull you out of the room. You looked up at the person and saw your brother, his eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion as you walked through the corridors of the school.

“Remus, I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking at the floor as your eyes filled with tears. He stopped walking, pulling you over to a bench so the two of you could sit. Once you were beside him, he put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

“You have no reason to be sorry,” he murmured. His thumb rubbed soft circles against your shoulder as you began to cry. “Why did you slap him, though? You’re usually one to fight with words.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you cried into his sweater.

“I could never hate you, love,” he promised. “You’re family.”

“I wanted to tell you, Remus,” you began as you pulled away from him so you could look him in the eye. “Sirius and I have… we’ve been seeing each other for quite a bit now. He didn’t want anyone to know yet, said it would cause a lot of problems with you guys.”

“I’m going to murder him,” Remus grumbled, leaning back on the bench with a furious look. “He’s been treating you like shit in front of everyone!”

“I’ve been doing the same thing to him!” You argued, wiping at your nose.

“He’s been so mean to you Y/N.”

“We’ve been sarcastic so no one would find out.”

“There are some things you should tell people,” he scolded. You nodded sadly and leaned back in silence, closing your eyes to calm down.

“Y/N, are you out here?” A familiar voice called out. Your eyes shot open and you sat up, Remus doing the same. There was the sound of footsteps before he appeared in the corridor, racing over to where you were sitting.

“Mate, step back,” Remus demanded lowly as Sirius attempted to stand in front of you.

“Did you tell him?” Sirius asked you nervously. You nodded and watched as he let out a sigh.

“Of course she told me!” Remus exclaimed angrily. “After everything you’ve put her through, she deserves someone who listens to her!”

“Why do you think I didn’t want her to tell you?” Sirius snapped, hands curling into fists at his side. “You know I’m not good enough for her, you would have talked her out of this!”

“That’s not true!”

“We both know it is!”

“Can the pair of you knock it off!” You shouted, standing up as you moved to stand in between them. “There’s no going back and changing things now! We just have to talk about it; Remus, I haveto talk to Sirius alone. Can I see you in the morning?”

“I’ll wait for you outside of the Great Hall,” he told you softly. You nodded and watched as he gave Sirius a harsh glare before walking away.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Sirius began to apologize as soon as Remus was out of sight.

“Do you want this with me?” You questioned. You looked into his dark eyes that were clouded with guilt.

“Of course I do,” he reassured you quickly l, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, you’re all I want.”

“I want us to do this right, then,” you stated seriously. “We’re either being open about our relationship or it’s not happening at all.”

“Are you sure you want to be with me in front of everyone?”

“I love you, Sirius,” you whispered, taking his hands in yours as you moved closer to him. “I want everyone to know that you’re the one for me.”

“You love me?” He asked cheekily with a smirk. You laughed and gave him a soft shove.

“I’m not so sure about it anymore,” you joked before he wrapped you up in his arms and buried his face in your neck.

“I really am sorry, love,” he murmured into your ear. “For the way I treated you back there, the way I have been treating you. I promise that I’ve been with only you this whole time, though.”

“I believe you,” you whispered back, smiling as he pulled away to look into your eyes. His lips pressed against yours after a moment and you let yourself pour all of your emotions into the kiss. You wanted him to know that he deserved to be loved.

Sirius Black regretted many things in his life, but he knew that showing everyone how much he loved you was something he would never regret. He would finally be able to treat you the way you deserved, and he knew life was finally going to go his way.

Got7 reaction to trying to kiss their s/o but get caught

JB
JB leaned forward to kiss you, just as Mark walks is. He would freeze and turn his head over to make eye contact with Mark before slowly backing up from you. Normally, he wouldn’t mind kissing you even in front of his members, but he had just made it even more awkward and he was very aware of that.

“Oh hey … Mark. We- uhm-” *slowly backs away from you* “Nevermind.”

Mark
Since Mark is the oldest, he should not feel awkward kissing you, but he still does find it a bit strange. So when Bambam all of a sudden opens the door when he is about to kiss you, Mark would awkwardly laugh and smile at Bam before looking at back at you and give you a sweet peck.

“Yo… Bam, can you … maybe- move along buddy.”

Jackson
Jackson already had his hand on your neck and was pulling you in when Youngjae walks in with Coco. He opens his eyes and slowly looks at Youngjae and then at you. You both start laughing when you see an awkward Youngjae quickly turn away and get out of the room.

“I’m gonna kiss my girlfriend, no matter who is watching.” *gives you a sweet kiss*

Jinyoung
Since Jinyoung isn’t a big fan of public skinship, he would be very uncomfortable when a member would walk in on him. He would be very calm about it though and maybe try to make it look like a hug instead.

“Come here you” *member walks in* “… so that I can hug you……… :3″

Youngjae
Youngjae gets really giggly when embarrassed, so I can see him give you a uneasy look with big eyes when the member walks in and then start giggling really hard, pulling away from you slowly.

“W-Whahaha- Sorry hyung.” *holds your hands*

BamBam
I am pretty sure Bambam would normally not care who was watching to kiss you, but it would surprise him when he sees JB in the corner of his vision, staring at him. He would give JB a look and then just continue, paying full attention to you again.

“You shouldn’t mind him, he is just jealous of our cute relationship.”

Yugyeom
This pure angel would notice the member, but not realize how awkward it was until after he had kissed you. You would be the one to pull away and start giggling as you see Jackson make a face, when Yugyeom would turn around and see the member, finally realizing. He would just try to laugh it off, but would probably fail.

*You are laughing at Jackson* “Hi hyung … ooh.”

Cruel Summer (Part 2) (Loki x reader)

Request: Hi. I’m just making a request now so I don’t miss out on the opened time. You can put this on hold as long as you like cause if it’s earliness. I fell in love with your Loki fic “cruel summer” and was wondering about a part 2, maybe Loki storms off muttering to himself about getting revenge for the pool fiasco and goes to his room. There’s a knock and he thinks it’s Thor demanding he watches his behaviour instead it’s the reader with a peace offering cause she felt bad after? 

I had to read this one to remember how it went!  It’s kind of an oldie!

Part 1

It didn’t take more than a few seconds to realize that you had maybe gone too far; Loki had hurried to his room so fast that you almost missed it, pulling yourself out of the pool and turning to see the last sight of him just before reaching the entry to the building.  You immediately felt a wave of guilt, despite having been told by Thor that his brother enjoyed tricks and it would have gone much better than this.  In fact, Thor stood only a few feet away now, laughing along with Tony until he caught your angry expression staring back at him; when he silenced, Stark followed suit, quickly creating a hush over the entire pool area.

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2

Name: She is my sister, Bones!
Pairing: Bones x reader!Kirk’s sister
Summary: the reader is Kirk’s twin sister who he has always taken care of, then one day he comes in Bones’ room, looking for him, and runs in the reader and Leonard cuddling.
Author’s note: yes, I have a lot of requests. I am working on them. But right now I need this type of writing.

“You are warm,” you murmur, pressing your cold hands against Leonard’s neck, and he gasps, leaning back and then returning to you momentarily.

“You are freaking cold!” he grabs your hands and smiles at you. “Why wouldn’t you just wear gloves before going down with Chekov?”

“We were playing snowballs! I had gloves, but they were uncomfortable,” McCoy sighs and rolls his eyes, raising one hand and gently stroking your cheek.

“Such a child,” he wraps his hands around you, pulling you closer and murmuring something about you being a complete idiot. You grin and try not to laugh, feeling absolutely safe and perfect in his arms, sitting on a couch with a huge blanket wrapped around you.

“Leonard?”

“What?” he asks, pretending to be grumpy, but you feel how he carefully strokes your back, trying to pull you as close as possible, to make sure that you are getting warmer.

“Nothing,” you smile. “I am glad you are not mad at me.”

“Of course I am mad! What do you think you are doing, ricking your health? Your brother will take my head off,” he thinks then adds quickly. “Twice.”

“Jim wouldn’t!” you laugh, and McCoy joins you, as you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, pressing your nose against his neck.

“Yeah, he would,” Leonard leans back, still holding you with both hands, and plants a soft kiss on your palm, feeling how you almost curl in a ball in his hands, totally melting in the warmth of his body. “My little stupid Kirk.”

“There are two of us,” you grin. “One is the captain, I bet you wouldn’t call him ‘little’ and ‘stupid’… Would you?”

“You bet I would,” you nod, knowing that he actually would.

“Bones, I’ve been looking for… Oh,” Jim walks in the room and stops, not seeing your face, but clearly understanding that McCoy is having his personal time with a crewman. “Sorry… Doctor McCoy, you are needed in the Sickbay.”

“I am on my rightful break, Jim,” Bones answers, hiding a huge grin by keeping his face behind your head.

“I am sorry, doctor, but I cannot find my sister. I am afraid she may be in trouble,” you honestly are trying not to giggle.

“Jim, I am sure she is fine and having fun. She is a grown person, let her go,” Leonard advises him and presses his lips against your temple.

“She is my sister, I am supposed to take care of her. Will you help me find her?” you roll your eyes - even though Jim in only minutes older than you, he took you as his responsibility.

“Jim, chill!” you turn to him, not pulling away from Leonard even for a second. “I am seriously fine and having more fun than you are.”

“Y/N?” you grin and nod. “Bones?” Bones nods, not trying to pretend that he is ashamed of his hands holding you so possessively. “You two are…”

“Mm-hm.”

“Why?”

“Because your best friend is awesome,” you answer simply, as Leonard tries not to laugh at Jim’s terrified face. “You’d feel worse if I were with Spock, so chill.”

“But… Uhm… I am the captain…”

“And I am your lieutenant. Spending my free time with your doctor. We checked, it’s not forbidden by the law of Mister Spock,” Bones giggles, as you pull away and look at your brother. “Jim, nothing is wrong here.”

“It certainly looks wrong. I… will head back to the Bridge and pretend that I never saw anything,” he storms out of cabin, and you turn to McCoy, both of you trying not to laugh at the thought of his surprised, almost terrified face.

“He reacted well.”

“Better than we expected,” you smile, leaning forward and gently kissing him. Bones quickly kisses you back, then frowns. ‘What’s wrong?”

“Your brother, Y/N… It’s always your brother.”

“What about my tiny ball of brotherly love?” Leonard rolls his eyes, annoyed by your endless love for your brother which will stop you from understanding that Bones is in huge risk of being murdered.

“He may kill me now.”

“I don’t think he will. He is nice and just very caring…”

“So caring, I just felt his glance skin me,” you realize that Kirk did look like he wanted to kill the doctor.

“Oh, don’t overreact, he wouldn’t…” the communicator turns on, and you hear Jim’s voice.

“Doctor McCoy, report to Sickbay. Lieutenant Kirk, report to the Bridge… Now, we have an immediate issue.”

“Of my brother being over-possessive of me,” you whisper, then turn the communicator on. “Yes, captain.”

“Yes, he would, sunshine. Come on, we have to head back to the job,” McCoy helps you up and pulls you close, holding your face with both hands. You have noticed long time ago that after McCoy divorced, his opinion on relationships was rather sceptic, but your relationship really changed him, even though he still was very paranoid about ever letting you go.

“I will see you tonight,” you promise quietly, pressing your lips against his.

“Don’t let your brother do weird stuff, ok?” Leonard asks at the end, smiling at your eyes, locked on his face.

“Promise.”