TW: SMUT, really smutty, like use of the word boobs and condom
Requested: Nope lol
Disclaimer: this is my very first smut… ever. if i am absoloutley garbage - please tell me. seriously. i will stop lol. anyways, this is a super fumbly/nervous smut thing bc lets be real… evan would not be the most confident in this region.
Yours and Evan’s
relationship seemed to fall into a format that could be related to English
literature: repeated and rhythmically patterned. The moment you two start doing
something, you couldn’t stop. After your first kiss, Evan would not stop
pecking you on the lips. After your first time holding hands, Evan couldn’t
bare not capturing your fingers and intertwining them with his. Just last
month, you and Evan had your first make out session.
It was strange at first. It took a while to getting used to. It
would start off with a kiss, standing up. Then Evan would have to break away to
control his breathing from excitement. It took a while to find a sitting
position where you were both comfortable to lock lips. A few fumbles and bumped
heads later, it was decided that the best spot was if you straddled Evan’s lap
whilst he sat on his bed - leaning against the wall.
The make out session would
include straddling and hair pulling at the bare minimum. It was so new to both
you and Evan that you had to make a code word. Every time one of you got a
little too excited, you would murmur the word walnut. That would give you or Evan time to calm down before
continuing in kissing. At the beginning of the month, it was quite rare that
the word would need to be used. 2-3 weeks into the make out month, Evan had
used it 6 times and you twice. Now, at the end of the month, Evan needed a
break every 10 minutes.
Today was like every
other day of the month. Evan greeted you after last period with a kiss. You two
would walk to his house, holding hands. Stepping through the door, he led you
upstairs. The two of you giggled like children. Evan’s mom was rarely home.
Which could give you the range of make out spot possibilities, but Evan didn’t
like change. Evan liked security and being able to know what goes on around
him. Because of that, each afternoon snog would be in his room, with the door
You reached up onto
your tip toes and grabbed Evan’s face in your hands. Smiling widely, you
connected your lips together. Evan immediately placed his hands on your hips,
pulling you into his lanky frame. Smiling against his warmth, you slowly led
him to the edge of his bed so he could scurry against the wall; for you to get
into your regular seating position. The moment you swung your legs around his
hips and sat on him, his eyes grew wide.
he whispered, as if the world could hear him.
“Already?” you question
He nodded quickly,
swallowing hard. You nodded with a small smile, obviously respecting his wishes
to take a quick breather. After a few moments passed, he gave you the nod to
keep going. You pressed your lips back to his, moving your mouth in sync. Your
hands brushed up his blue polo and into his sandy locks. He let out the
smallest of whimpers. It left butterflies in your stomach. Evan’s hands ran up
and down your sides. Pulling away from his lips, you looked into his sunken
“We are going to try
something a little different, okay?” you searched his eye for approval. He
gulped and nodded slowly.
You continued to kiss
him, then slowly trailed them down his neck. About two inches away from his
ear, he seemed to become weak. You applied the smallest amount of pressure, and
you felt his body stiffen.
You kept going. Taking
his hands in yours, you slowly guided them north – up to your breasts.
his eyes flew open and watched intensely as to where you set his hands. You
held his hands there, making them apply pressure to the new destination.
he pracitcally hollered.
You pulled away
quickly, looking at your loving boyfriend. His hair was sticking up, his lips
were swollen, eyes were wide, and a small tent forming in his khakis.
“I-It was a
really close call this time,” he breathed out, blushing like a mad man.
should really talk about this,” you looked at him with wide eyes.
you think I’m so weird, don’t you? I-I can try my best, next time? I will try
and last as long as I can without saying it-”
Evan. It’s not that,” you chuckled. You could hear him sigh with
relief. “I’ve been thinking about this whole thing. You have been saying
the code word so often, that it’s just- I don’t know-”
“W-What is it?” he
scrambled to hold your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.
“You’ll find it silly,”
you laughed sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Me? F-Find it silly?
No way…José,” he gave you an awkward, toothy grin.
“Okay, okay, I was just
thinking – God, I don’t know, - that it’s silly how we go so far and you get so
worked up and then we never… I don’t know… finish?”
“Y-You mean, you want
“Only if you want to-“
“W-Well maybe we
“Oh my gosh, Evan,
“No,” he took both of
your hands in his, looking up into your eyes. “I want to. I-I really want to.”
Evan’s mom was coming
home in an hour. So you and Evan decided that tomorrow evening would be the
It was the next morning; you had just gone to the guidance
counselor to ask for a condom. You asked Evan to pick up a package of them at
the corner store, but he was afraid that somehow – they would end up telling
the whole town.
The entire day was filled with excitement. Yours and Evan’s face
stayed a shade of firetruck red all afternoon. During lunch, Evan rested his
hand on your thigh, which only made your blushing worse. Of course, Jared
picked up on it and made an obnoxious comment. Something the along the lines of
being “fucking gay”, and calling Evan a “weird sex freak”.
The final bell had rang and you practically ran into Evan. You
giggled at each other, knowing that he had rushed to meet you too.
Evan closed his bedroom door and suddenly got nervous. You
frowned when you saw him fumbling with the material of his shirt.
“What’s wrong, Evan?” you asked softly. You sat him down on his
bed, sitting next to him. Running your hand up his arm, you tried your best to
comfort him. He shrugged in response. “We don’t have to do this,” you reminded
him. “I’m more than happy to wait. This is a consensual thing. I love you, you
know that, right?” you cracked a smile, and saw him crack one too.
“I-I want to do this.
I-I’m just scared. What if I mess up? What if I…” he began to trail off. He
looked up at you and whispered, “what if I cum too early?”
Your face turned red to
match his. “It’s okay if all of that happens. This is a learning experience for
the both of us. We can go slow,” you kissed him gently on the cheek. You waited
for him to respond. Obviously, you would never pressure him to do something
Evan turned to you,
“can we still use walnut?”
Giggling, you nodded,
Evan scooted to rest
his back on the wall, pulling you up onto his lap. “I-I’m ready,” he whispered
against your lips.
You two started out as
per usual. Evan didn’t use the code word once. You were kissing his neck, until
he pulled away, gesturing to his shirt.
“Should I take this
off?” he asked very calmly.
You nodded, helping him
remove his polo. You were breathless at the sight. His pale form was structured
like a sculpture. Every muscle, vein, and freckle was beautifully scattered on
his flesh. Birth marks, moles, and little chest hairs dusted his torso. You ran
your fingertips along the stretch marks that had been placed there from his
middle school growth spurts.
“You, Evan Hansen, are
beautiful,” you reminded him. Evan turned an even deeper shade of red.
Taking his hands, you
guided him to the hem of your sweater. You allowed him to pull it off of you,
revealing your bare skin and plain push-up bra.
“Wow…” he breathed out,
absoloutley mesmerized. You began to feel the familiar tent beneath your lap.
“You can-um, you can
touch me,” you reminded him nervously, with a small giggle.
He reached up shakily,
cupping your bra in his hands. He felt you cautiously, as if he could easily
break you. He was speechless. It was the first real pair of boobs he had ever
You giggled at his
expression, reaching behind you unclasping your bra. As Evan kneaded your skin,
he gasped as the material fell off of your breasts. His tent grew tighter and
his eyes became wider. You guided his hands to your nipples, letting him touch
the sensitive nubs. You threw your head back with a whimper. Evan was
ohmygod, shit, walnut,” he whispered between his teeth.
You nodded, watching as his eyes shut tight and his hands froze
in place. You could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing. You were
surprised at his sudden colourful language. A few moments passed, and your
boyfriend slowly opened his eyes.
“N-No, I’m still- um- full,” he mumbled back quickly.
You giggled at his word choice and placed his hands on your
hips. You pressed your lips to his, trying to give him a feeling of
familiarity. Evan soon became comfortable, taking the slightest bit of control.
His fingers traced down to the hemline of your jeans. He popped open the
button. Climbing off of him, you laid down beneath him, watching him hover over
your body. He slid your jeans down your legs, placing the material to the side.
His eyes gazed over your body, drinking the sight before him.
You sighed, leaning your head back on the pillow as his eyes
shut tight again.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just that- You’re laying there-
fuck- you just look so good. And holy hell I don’t know if I can-”
Giggling, you stopped his rambling. “Ev, it’s okay. I will
wait as long as you want me to.”
After the second walnut calling, everything went smoothly. You
were finally fully bare, and Evan was left in his boxers.
“A-Are you okay for me to take these off?” you asked him,
placing your hand on the band of his underwear. He nodded quickly, watching
your every move.
Carefully, you pulled the white cotton off of his pelvis. His
length sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach. You looked at his newly
exposed flesh, then back at his face. “You’re doing great, Ev. You really
are,” you whispered to him. Slowly, you reached out your hand and stroked him
“S-Stop, or I’ll-” he whimpered out.
“Okay, okay,” you nodded, reaching over to grab the condom
before he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow to give him a questioning look.
“I-I want you to cum, too. And I… I won’t last that long,” he
mumbled sheepishly. You smiled at his concern, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He was doing so well, and you really admired that he thought of you and your
“Is there any way to get you, um, closer before I… ya know…”
he asked quietly.
Nodding slowly, you guided his hand to your heat. You let him
rub you in a repeatitive motion. Soon, Evan got the hang of things, letting you
put your hand on his shoulder - rather than guiding him. His thumb found your
most sensitive nub.
“What does this do?” he asked in a whisper, lightly tapping it.
You inhaled sharply. “That felt really good,” you admitted
with an even bigger blush.
His continuous tapping
brought you closer and closer to a high. You stopped him when you were almost
at your breaking point.
“O-Okay, I’m ready,”
you whispered up at him.
Evan opened up the
condom, rolling it on to himself. He looked at you once more for permission.
You gave him a nod, smiling. Before he entered you, he whispered against your
“I love you.”
He slid into you,
neither of you lasting more than 15 seconds. Evan hit his orgasm first, absolutely
melting in your hands. His whole body shook. Then it was your turn, grappling
your finger nails into the flesh on his spine.
Hedi came home around
10pm that night. You and Evan were cuddled on the couch, bones aching and hearts
swelling. She opened the door with bags full of groceries.
“Aw, my two little
lovebirds,” she mumbled. Putting down the grocery bags, she pulled out a
plastic container. “Do you guys want some candied walnuts?”
Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if it would be possible for you to maybe do a Cas x reader smut where the reader is Sam and Deans younger sister and Cas has had feelings for the reader for a long time. But he has held back because of Sam and Dean but more and more she starts to tease him around the bunker, eventually he snaps leading to unprotected smut? AND
I was wondering if you could do a soulmate image where the reader is the soulmate of cas but is the Winchesters young sister like in 7&8 and at the moment he feels like protective and brother like but it shows as time goes on his feelings change.
Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Swearing, Fluff
A/N: Thank you so much, @notnaturalanahi for helping me organize my thoughts with this one. It would not be written if it wasn’t for you! This soulmate story is a little different, because it’s more of a choice situation. I feel awful for this story taking so long to write, I just had so little inspiration to write it. I LOVE Cas, but really struggle writing him.
“This is Castiel. Cas
“Angel,” you finished, a breathy edge to your voice. Your brother squinted at you, questioning the
look of wonder on your face.
“Yeah, how did you-?”
You couldn’t hear if he finished the sentence or not, but you were lost
in Castiel’s crystal blue eyes.
“You can see my wings,” Cas said, as if you were the only
person in the world, as if he was speaking to your soul.
“Yes,” you replied, taking in the silky, black feathers.
richie and eddie were best pals, everyone knew this. despite the constant arguing and name calling, the two could never abandon one another. that’s why 5 nights a week, eddie would wake up on richie’s brown stained, clothing ridden floor to the sounds of his animal-like snores. he was still bitter that richie denied him the privilege of INNOCENTLY sleeping in the bed with him, richie’s excuse being “i don’t wanna catch aids from your drool,” but deep down he was just nervous about being that intimate with eddie. was it gay to share a bed with your best friend who you want to hold hands with and kiss on the cheek all the time? richie struggled with that question a lot.
eddie woke up this morning the same way he normally did, squeezing the sides of the worn pillow richie lent him to his ears to block out the sound. the moment his eyes fluttered gently and he finally began to fall back to sleep, his stomach let out a GIANT growl. eddie was never one to ignore his bodily cues, fearing if they’d gone untreated he would explode or something along the lines of that.a pout on his face, he rolled himself up and and came to his tube-sock clad feet, turning his back slightly to glance at richie. the boy was sprawled as far out as he could on his unmade twin mattress, his glasses still on his face and pressing a mark into his cheek. eddie was unaware of the smile that danced it’s way onto his own lips as he waddled out of richie’s room, through the hallway, and into the petite kitchen.
richie’s parents weren’t home, nor were they ever, but eddie knew his way around the tozier household better than his own. the only thing that he didn’t know about the house was that in the top shelf in the cupboard above the bathroom sink was an extra inhaler that richie kept for emergencies. another growl pronounced itself and eddie pushed himself up onto his toes to grab the box of lucky charms in the cabinet above the greasy gas stove. a clean bowl was already laid out for eddie, blind to the fact that richie cleaned one for him last night because he knew he wouldn’t eat breakfast out of one of the nasty bowls piled in the sink.
as eddie pulled open the refrigerator and reached his hand in to grab the milk, he was hit with a realization; there was no milk.
“shit..” he muttered to himself, a slight panic kicking in. he figured he could just pour the cereal back into the bag as he shut the fridge, opening up a different cupboard, only to find it was empty. he sighed, moving on to the next; empty. then the next; empty as well. and finally, the last food cupboard in the house; nada. at this point his abdomen was cramping, unable to go much longer without food. this final moment would lead him to a decision he didn’t want to make. he opened the refrigerator door a second time, his eyes scrunched closed at first in fear of seeing what it beheld. after the door had screeched open, he slowly opened his eyes and to his horror, he saw that all the fridge contained was a half empty can of mountain dew.
eddie gulped, readying himself for what he had to do. his shaky hand reached in to grab the soda can, pulling it out and setting it down next to the bowl of sugary cereal. he made a quick mental prayer, silently apologizing to his blood sugar levels for what he was about to eat. taking the can in his hand once more, he tipped it over the cereal bowl and quickly let out a shrill scream. ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ, okay well, a spider smaller than a penny that eddie believed to be
ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ
, hopped out onto one of the rainbow marshmallows in the cereal bowl. several more screeches followed afterwards as eddie sped back down the hall, hopping directly onto richie’s back, tears streaming down his face.
richie jolt awake, grumpy but also concerned as to why eddie was riding his back. “what the fuck is your problem?”
“THERE’S A FUCKING GIANT SPIDER IN MY CEREAL I SWEAR TO GOD IT’S OUT TO KILL ME THAT ASSHOLE HAD FANGS THE SIZE OF MARS JESUS FUCK,” eddie was out of breath at this point, heaving and having trouble catching his breath.
richie blinked his eyes a few times, quick to react to eddie’s breathing struggle and running into the bathroom to grab the inhaler on the top shelf. he returned to his room where eddie crouched in the top corner of his bed, and scrambled over to him only to shove the wrong end of the inhaler into his mouth with his other hand gently rubbing eddie’s back.
eddie reached to adjust the inhaler the proper way, quickly realizing that this wasn’t any of the 3 he had in his fanny pack he brought over. it took him a moment to understand that this was one richie had given him, leading him to find out richie kept one for him. his breathing evened out in this moment, making eye contact with the bug-eyed-boy in front of him. eddie had no words.
a few seconds later, richie had noticed that eddie was fine now. he nervously sniffed, stepping back off the bed. “so, where is this son of a bitch spider you’re telling me about?”
“it’s in the kitchen, it came jumping out of the mountain dew can. i swear if you don’t go down and ki-”
“why were you pouring mountain dew? i thought you were allergic to that shit?”
“there was no milk, so i poured soda in my cereal.”
SO THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT… AND MY FIRST REDDIE ONE, AT THAT okay sorry i’ll stop typing in caps but this took me a good 3 days maybe! i think it’s kinda cute! thank you @the-space-cows-keep-mooing for sending in this prompt starter! i had a different idea at first but i think this turned out pretty decent.
please feel free to send me your feedback, any suggestions, constructive or destructive criticism, what you liked, etc will be highly appreciated!! also feel free to suggest me more oneshots or prompts or just send me any sort of message (:
Harry pulled open the door to the small studio in the gym.
He knew he would find her there, it’s where she always was. Harry had watched
her dance multiple times in the studio, too many times to count. He watched her
bruise her knees, twist her ankles, hurt herself, too many times in this
studio. But she loved it. She loved how small it was, she loved the smell, she
loved the feeling of being in there.
Years later and Harry used the weight room next door, most
of the time he would stop, peek in the window and watch her. He would watch as
she would move with the music, letting out her anger, her sadness, her energy.
He loved watching her dance, it was where she belonged, where she wanted to be,
and he knew it.
He was right, she was there, moving her hand on her back,
right about her bum, the other to her head as she turned and looked over
shoulder, she dropped the move, jumping to the right where he stood, her hands
in the air. She stopped, the music still blasting.
“Can we help you?” she asked, walking to her speaker and
shutting it off, it was then Harry noticed she wasn’t alone.
You head to your bedroom only to realize that Hanzo is taking a nap
Instantly you feel bad for stepping in because its extremely difficult to convince him to take a nap when he’s tired. Usually he’d rather suffer through the day
Slowly you tip toe to your desk, grabbing your computer and charger, needing to work but afraid the sound of your fingers skimming across the keys might wake him
Hell, you were scared just breathing would wake him, and you realized that only when you realized you were holding your breath.
Then you realize that you forgot your reading glasses on the bedside table beside Hanzo
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, finally you decide you really need them and tip toe over to the side of the bed
Your really hoping that you wouldn’t wake him as you reached for the-
Your wrist was snagged by warm fingers that had shot from the blankets like an arrow.
Freezing, you stared as the mass of blankets moved and hanzo rolled to slowly blink at you, sleep heavy in his eyes
“I-I’m sorry, i just w-wanted my-” you started to stutter, till he jerked on your wrist
Practically falling on his chest, you found your mouth covered by his in a soft but firm kiss, and you heard the sleepy sigh of happiness that left him
Face going pink, you looked enjoyably embarrassed
“Mmm work on your paper in bed, y/n” Hanzo yawned. “You will not disturb me. Your presence bring me more peace then i can describe.”
With a shaky yes, you hesitantly brought your laptop to bed and sat beside him, casting him sideways glances.
Hanzo snuggled the blankets over himself once more before hugging your waist and leaning his cheek on your thigh. With a contented sigh, he fell right back asleep
You hadn’t meant to disturb him
Not that it was on purpose anyway. Reaper rarely seemed to sleep, and if he did it was usually in his own bed
And yet, this morning when you woke up, to your shock you felt the heavy weight of his arm around your waist and the hard feeling of him pressed to our back.
Slowly you managed to turn in his arms, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you became painstakingly aware of how close he was.
This was the first time you’d ever seen him asleep
Better yet, this was the first time you’d been given a good opportunity to study him without him glaring back at you
The scars across his face and the paleness of his skin didn’t change your feelings whatsoever. Reaching up, your fingers tenderly brushed across some of the scars. They were so old, you thought, and yet they still looked so recent.
Then again, it was difficult for a dead man to heal, was it not?
Leaning close, studied one of the scars a bit more closely
Then, to your shock, you were pulled much close and you found your lips in a sleepy but heated kiss. Despite the fact that he had just barely woken up, he still was able to dominate and steal your breath away
When the two of you parted, you found yourself trying to remember to breath, your cheeks heating as his eyes open to glare at you. You swore you saw the barest affection in those eyes
“Would you damn well let me sleep, woman?” he growled, and you almost wanted to laugh. Cranky as ever, it appeared.
“Fine,” you say softly, “But only in turn for one more kiss.”
It was you who stole a kiss this time, though it was gentle and sweet. Then you carefully nestled into his arms, letting him go back to sleep and letting yourself drift in the warm, happy feelings that enveloped you too
You sat at his beside, holding his hand through what felt like eons
76 had been wounded in battle and Mercy had immediately rushed him home in fear of everyone possibly losing him a second time.
You were notified right away, and immediately you joined him in the infirmary, worried to see he was unconscious in the bed.
It had only been hours since he’d been rushed back, two bullet wounds in his stomach
You knew that he would say he’d been through worse when he woke up, but you didn’t care. You were worried now. Any moment he could be gone and it broke your heart to think of
Letting out a long breath, after a moment you look up and it looks like one of the IVS is twisted a bit. Standing, you lean over Jack and start untwisting the tube
Suddenly, you feel his chest suck in a deep breath
Standing back, he lets out a cough before you see him slowly open his eyes, looking exhausted
“What…” he mutters.
Relief poured through you as you hugged him immediately, ignoring his hiss of pain. “My god Jack, i was so scared for you!” you gasped.
“I’ve been through worse,” he croaked, managing a throaty chuckle.
Starting to straighten up, you were prepared to lecture. “God, would you give that a r-” you found your words were cut off by the feeling of his lips pressed lazily to yours. It was so shocking, you kind of forgot what you were going to say in the first place.
Yawning, Jack looked at you tiredly. “Not really up for a lecture, pumpkin. So why don’t you just hop into the bed and we can take a nap,” he says with a grunt, managing to move over.
Blinking, you frown. “But Jack-”
“Get in the bed,” he growls, and after a frosty glare you climb in, only to have him spoon against your back.
“You’re going to get it later,” you mutter under your breath, though a smile touches your lips as he cradles you close.
The mountain of boxes did not move no matter how hard she glared at it. It stood looming over her stationary. Inert. Stagnant, she thought.
She kicked the pile. It didn’t budge. It seemed to mock her with its gargantuan size that dwarfed her small figure. She crossed her arms and huffed, tapping a foot as she tried to come up with a plan of attack.
She glanced up at the monstrous pile again. Yup. Still there. She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she silently cursed herself for sending her parents home, dismissing their offers to help her unpack. Stupid, she thought.
She’d been in her (very own!!) dorm room for only an hour before she’d said goodbye to her mom and dad, assuring them that she wouldn’t need any help setting up. Why did she say that? To prove to them that she was independent now? That she was an adult that didn’t need any parental guidance anymore? Screw that, the little voice in the back of her mind spoke bitterly. She had no idea how she was going to approach the insurmountable task on her own.
No matter how elated she had been to have scored a single room- no roommate to keep her up all night sounded like a no-brainer to her!- she was starting to rethink her decision. Why did she not realize just how alone she’d be three hours away from home with no family and no friends?
Students bustled past her open door bearing boxes and suitcases just like hers, yelling and laughing, completely oblivious to the panicky turmoil occurring within her small room.
She heaved a big sigh and dropped her tense shoulders, resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t start now, she never would. She once again approached the cluster of brown cardboard, each box labelled carefully in black sharpie.
Standing on her toes, she reached to grab the box at the very top, stumbling slightly once she had it in her arms. Jesus, why did she pack so much? Surely she wouldn’t even use half of the things she brought. She exhaled deeply, setting the box on the ground so she could slice the tape open with her keys.
The box contained her bedding and she sighed in relief, glad her parents didn’t leave before her dad could help her set up her bed. She pulled the sheets out one by one and started to make her bed. A loud burst of laughter outside her door distracted her for a second, forcing her to turn and search for the source of the noise.
Two boys and a girl stood laughing in the room across hers, the door thrown wide open. One of the boys was doubled over and shaking as the others continued to giggle at his collapsed state. She found herself smiling wistfully, suddenly missing her best friend in Long Island.
One of the boys, the one standing, looked up and caught her eye from across the hallway. He raised his hand in a small wave, smiling brightly. She grinned in return then turned back to the matter at hand. After finishing with her bed, she started on another box, this one holding the contents of her desk.
She set the box on her rolling desk chair, unpacking its contents one by one as she slowly but surely found places for everything on her desk. A knock on the doorframe startled her from her deep concentration. She turned to find the boy from across the hall standing in the doorway, the same bright smile on his face.
“Hey there, neighbor,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Y/N,” she responded with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stopped removing her school supplies from the box and wiped her hands on the fabric of her jeans, crossing the room to shake his hand.
“Sorry for the mess. I’m trying to get my room organized on my own and it’s going very slowly, as you can see,” she chuckled nervously.
“You’re unpacking everything by yourself?” he asked, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.
“Uh, yeah? I kind of… sent my parents home because I thought I could do it alone? Turns out I really overestimated myself because now I’m stuck unloading all of these boxes by myself, and I have no idea how I’m ever gonna finish,” she explained, a deep red flush climbing up her neck in embarrassment.
“Oh, well that just won’t do, will it? Here, I’ve got my friends waiting back in my room, but I’m gonna go grab them so we can give you a hand,” Peter announced.
“Oh, I wasn’t complaining or anything! I don’t want you to think that you have to help me just because I was stupid enough to take on this task on my own. It’s my own fault anyway-”
“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N! We’d be happy to help.” He smiles that same bright smile and turns to shout through the open doorway. “Ned! MJ! Get over here!”
The sound of his door flinging open punctuates his sentence. The two other people she’d seen earlier appeared in the doorway, traces of smiles still on their faces.
“What’s up, Peter?” the guy, Ned, you guessed, asked, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder.
“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ned and that grumpy mug over there is Michelle. We’re all juniors here,” Peter introduced his friends, chest inflating with pride.
“Call me MJ,” Michelle said, holding a hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, then shook Ned’s for good measure.
“Nice to meet all of you. I’m a freshman and, as you can probably tell by the state of my room, things are not going well for me so far,” she joked, motioning towards the still stationary mound of boxes.
“Y/N here needs some help unpacking. Luckily, I let her know that I had two very willing best friends across the hall that could help her out,” Peter smiled wryly, eyes silently begging his friends to agree.
“Riiiight… Sure thing, Y/N! Just tell us what to do and we’re on it!” Ned exclaimed.
“Oh! Uh… thanks, you guys. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to me. Um, I guess just grab a box and I’ll let you know where everything goes?” she asked, gauging their reactions. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when everybody nodded in agreement, moving to grab a box each.
With the help of three extra pairs of hands, she had everything unpacked and set up within the hour, stopping only to order some pizza for later.
It was six o’clock and they were all scattered around her room, Y/N on the bed, MJ on the slightly-deflated purple bean bag, and Ned and Peter sharing the small sofa as they finished up the last box of pizza.
“You guys are so nice. Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, licking tomato sauce off of her thumb as she leaned back to rest her head against the wall.
“It’s no problem, Y/N. We were all freshmen once, so we all definitely remember what it’s like to start over somewhere new,” Peter replied through a mouthful of pizza.
“Yeah, like on Parker’s first day, he cried all night because he missed his aunt so much. Her apartment is, like, twenty minutes away,” MJ chimed in, all too happy to poke fun at her friend.
“I did not cry all night! I shed a few tears when May left, but that’s it!” he defended. “Back me up, Ned!”
“I was your roommate, dude. I could hear your whimpering through my headphones,” Ned laughed. She giggled with them, thankful that they were trying to make her feel better rather than making fun of her, especially after they’d been nice enough to help her set up her room without complaint.
Peter pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sliding down into the seat. “Not cool, guys.”
“Relax, brainiac. You know we love you,” MJ proclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Anyway, Ned and I have to go take a group of freshmen to the Rec Center in fifteen minutes, so we’ve gotta go.”
“Shoot!” Ned exclaimed. “I forgot all about that! Sorry, guys. Peter, I’ll see you tonight. And Y/N, I hope to see you soon!” he smiled as MJ pulled him out the door with one last wave over her shoulder.
“Your friends are nice,” she said lightly, grinning shyly at Peter from her spot across the room.
“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Peter agreed with a nod. “I’ve known Ned since I was a kid, and we met MJ in high school, so we’ve been pretty tight since then.”
She hummed in response. “I never really had a close friend group in high school. My friends mostly ended up staying in Long Island for college. It kind of sucks being so far away with everyone, but I’m definitely already loving not sharing a room with anybody.”
“Yeah, I did the whole roommate thing for my first two years, so I’m glad to be on my own for a change. Not that I won’t miss living with Ned, but trust me when I say that he is probably the messiest person I’ve ever met,” Peter chuckled, standing up from the sofa.
“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked, face falling. She’d enjoyed spending the last couple of hours with Peter. He was sweet and understanding, and he made her laugh.
“Nope, just stretching,” he smiled as he lifted his arms up above his head allowing a pale little sliver of skin to expose itself from beneath his blue sweater.
“Well come on up here and sit with me, then,” she offered, patting the open space next to her as she pointedly ignored the stirring in her chest
brought on by the milky white patch of skin still peeking out until Peter tugged his sweater back down. Peter obliged and climbed onto the bed, settling himself by her side, his sock-clad feet dangling off the edge.
“So… what’re you majoring in? You’ve gotta be super smart to have gotten into Empire State,” Peter wondered.
“Biomedical engineering. My sister lost her left leg when she was seven and uses a prosthetic so I’d like to be able to design something that’s both effective and accessible to those who need it,” she explained with a smile. She loved her younger sister more than anybody, so leaving her behind was not a simple task.
“Man, that’s amazing. Are you close with your sister?” Peter asked, tilting his head to look at her through thick eyelashes.
“She’s my best friend. I hated leaving her, but I promised that she could stay with me whenever she wanted and I’d show her the city,” she smiled longingly, feeling the familiar pang of homesickness that had started about an hour ago.
“That sounds awesome. You’re not from here, though, are you?”
“No, we’re from Long Island. We used to make the drive to the city at least once a year when we were younger, but then my sister had her accident and we kind of stopped,” she explained, picking on the corner of her duvet.
“Do you mind me asking what happened?” Peter asked carefully.
“She was in a car accident that ended with her leg pinned beneath a chunk of concrete. By the time they got her out, all of the nerves were already dead so they just decided to amputate. It doesn’t really bother her or stop her from doing anything anymore. It’s just something she has to live with, whether she likes it or not.”
Peter sighed heavily, a sympathetic look gracing his delicate features. “I’m sorry,” he stated softly. “I know that probably means nothing to you, but I also know it’s not easy seeing somebody you love suffer. My parents passed away when I was six, and my Uncle Ben who I’d been staying with died five years ago. Since then, my Aunt May’s been all I’ve got. I’ve had time to come to terms with it, but that doesn’t make anything any easier.”
She frowned, feeling grateful that Peter was able to trust her with such heavy parts of his life, but also feeling inexplicably sad for the young man who probably had to grow up too soon.
“Life just sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“It sure does,” he sighed in response. “Anyway, just because you’ve been to the city as a child, doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook without an official Peter Parker tour. Growing up here does have its advantages, you know.”
You smiled, eyes wide. “Oh, I am so in!”
“Great!” Peter beamed, sliding back off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go meet Ned back at the Rec Center, but I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to show you everything!”
“Sounds good,” you agreed, following him to the door. “It was nice meeting you. And thank you, again, for helping me out. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans for the night.”
“I wouldn’t consider a night spent with a pretty girl ruined, would you?” he commented, watching as she tried to hide her blush behind a curtain of hair. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, smarty pants.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her giddy with something that felt a little bit like hope.
a quick shitty 13rw imagine for you on this fine Sunday. idk I had this idea and wanted to write a quick lil thing also I might have a either a reggie or Cheryl imagine up tomorrow?
warnings: cursing and shit
word count:590 ish
The day that Justin shared the photo with everyone at school and said that we had had sex, was the day he ruined his relationship for himself. I didn’t know that he was dating anyone, I wouldn’t have kissed him otherwise, but Y/n was nice to me about it. I thought she would have slapped me or something, but she didn’t and she knew she was worth more than Justin.
During class everyone’s phones kept alerting them of messages, and as they checked them, they turned to look towards Hannah. Hannah started getting teary eyed and couldn’t wait to leave her class , and was relieved to hear the bell ring.
So I think I might just do these little unconnected pieces of the love square in this AU. Up next I’m thinking Ladrien.
Got anything you want to see in upcoming Reverse Crush Drabbles?- send me an ask :)
There was another akuma caused by Chloe of course! Marinette was searching for a place to hide so that she could transform with minimal luck. People were running around the school like chickens with their head cut off. People were scrambling for fear of getting hit with one of the girl’s arrows. The akuma was like dark cupid only instead of spreading hate the akuma’s powers caused you to fall in love with the first person you laid eyes on. It was utter chaos. Some of those hit were running after those who hadn’t or were smitten with another. All around those affected and unaffected were scrambling around in a giant mess and Marinette unfortunately couldn’t seem to find a place to transform. Marinette rounded the corner only to run directly into someone. Marinette nearly fell backward from the impact but an arm snaked around her catching her in time. When Marinette looked up she saw Chat Noir’s green eyes staring back at her. Her cheeks couldn’t have turned a darker shade of red.
“Ch-chat Noir!” She stuttered. Her heart rammed against her chest. His ears twitched and Marinette worried he could hear it.
“Princess are you alright?” Chat could feel his cheeks grow warm but he was determined to keep his cool.
“Uh yeah. Akuma, I mean the akuma it just um it’s-“ Marinette had trouble getting her words out with him so close to her.
“Am I flustering you Purrincess?” Chat purred spurred on by the confidence the mask gave him. Marinette turned a dark shade of red her mouth hanging open.
It had been almost twenty fours hours since you had last heard from him, and you were starting to get worried. There had never been something like this before where you had to wait this long for a response from Jimin. You had tried calling him, tried texting him and texting the others but not a single person was calling you back. You were about ready to rip your hair out of your head as you paced around the penthouse apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his friends.
When you had first originally started dating Jimin and he told you that he was apart of one of the biggest gangs in Korea, you were entirely against it. You had told Jimin to stop contacting you as you didn’t want to be involved in that life. There was not a single part of you that even wanted to be associated with him after that. But somehow over time Jimin had managed to win you over.
It brought you to where you were now, waiting for him to come home after a deal he had been worrying about like crazy these last few days. Seeing him pace and worry about something like this was new to you as you hadn’t seen Jimin act like this since you had first started dating. You took a deep breath and ran another hand through your hair, trying to ignore the fear that was still trying to creep into the edges of your nerves.
I realized that although I put the link on here for the A03 fic, I never actually posted the fic on here, so, without further adieu, a Bughead Sleepover.
“Hey!” Betty crossed the short distance to where Jughead was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”
Jughead had seen Betty coming through the door and hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then set it back in it’s place. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I have a surprise for you.” Betty smiled. She got back up and stood at the counter. “Hey, Pop? Could we get an order of french fries please?”
Pop Tate smiled and nodded at her, and Betty turned to sit down with Jughead.
Jughead stared at her for just a moment before laughing. “Well? Are you going to give me a hint?”
Betty returned his smile. “No, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
5/6 for andreil pls!! You can combine or do them separately whatever floats ur boat <3
5: “Please don’t do this” (I’m doing them separately im weak, #6 should be out tmrw! also… a phrase with ‘please’ in it.. I’m using up all my dreaming/drunk/dying scenarios)
It’s common knowledge among foxes that waking Andrew is Neil’s job, unless you want to get a fist to the solar plexus. But it’s also true that Andrew is the only one who can extract Neil from his nightmares without scaring him back into the trunk of a car or an evermore bed.
It’s one of the “fun facts” for fox survival that Nicky recites to newcomers: don’t touch Neil when he’s sleeping unless you want to feel like you’ve just kicked a puppy. Don’t touch Andrew under any circumstances if you like your fingers attached to your hands. When in doubt, get whichever one is awake and let them do their voodoo. If they’re both asleep at the same time, you’re fucked. Take pictures.
Andrew never bothers to correct him. There’s nothing to correct, if Andrew’s being honest (and he always is).
Quietly learning to wake each other is the result of bruising trial and error, a hard-won trust that grew like moss over ruins.
It’s still almost impossible, sometimes. Most of the time. Approaching Neil when he’s whimpering and protecting his face with his hands makes Andrew feel even more like a monster than usual.
Neil whispered to him on the bus once that the split second of disorientation in Andrew’s eyes when he wakes makes Neil scared for him.
Andrew starts to recognize the sheepish look of foxes who need to ask their vice-captain something while his head is lolling around Andrew’s shoulder. He almost always wakes him, it’s a clear subclause in his ‘keep Neil out of harms way’ contract, and Andrew’s dutiful when it comes to deals.
There’s a knock on the door at half past three on a Monday morning, and Andrew startles awake in an empty room. He stews in slow annoyance as the front door opens and closes, muffled voices tripping into the bedroom. He gropes for the light switch in the dark, and Kevin flips it on for him, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, eyebrows shaking hands across the stretch of his forehead.
They have a brief staring contest and then Matt clears his throat from behind them, knocking awkwardly on the door frame.
Andrew looks at him blearily. He’s conscious of Matt’s eyes tracking his hair sticking out sideways, one of Neil’s soft nondescript shirts slouching on his chest.
“We need your expertise,” Matt says, grimacing. Andrew turns to retreat to his bed, unimpressed, but Matt huffs. “Neil’s having a nightmare. He fell asleep in our room.”
“He’s freaking out,” Matt continues, soft. He makes eye contact with a wild edge that says he’s refusing to let the blankness in Andrew’s gaze phase him.
Andrew pushes past Matt like he’s rolling his sleeves up, breaking out into the strangeness of the dorm at night.
The door to the neighbouring room is open and Aaron’s standing just inside, arms crossed.
“He woke me up,” he says cooly as Andrew passes.
“Jesus weeps,” Matt snarks, hot on Andrew’s heels. He’s looking beyond the twins to where Neil is curled on the floor, trembling. Matt’s face pinches with concern. Dan’s sitting on the couch by Neil’s head in a jersey and bare legs, looking like she’s trying to help just by being nearby. The room has the suddenly bright feeling of a fire alarm going off at night, minds alert inside sleep dulled bodies.
When he showed up on your doorstep he was caked in blood and dirt. His once white clothes were tattered and dirtied. Quite frankly he looked like a mess but now he sits in your living room.
He sat on the couch furthest from you, watching you with careful eyes. The silence was deafing. You looked at him. His nail had black cresents under them. His hair looked greasy and matted. He clutched himself and shivered.
“Are you cold?” He glanced up at you for only a moment before looking down at his feet. You remembered the last time you saw him. You couldn’t even compare him to his old self. His clothes were lose but you could tell his shoulders where wider, he was taller, he was just over all bigger.
You could tell that he teeth were chattering and you had had enough of it. You pushed yourself off the couch and walked to your linen closet. On your tippy toes, you grabbed the fluffest blanket you could find.
You slowly walked but to living room but were stopped in your tracks at the sight before you. Their he stood on your living room his wings outstretched. There beautiful bold black feathers touched the tips of your ceiling. You walked towards him in a trance. His eyes watching you cautiously. You reached your fingers in his directon just before you reached the black mass of his wings. He jumped away from you, craddling his wings around himself like a shell.
“Stay away please."He spoke as with he pained him. His voice was soft and deep.