➝ Genre: PURE UNADULTERATED SMUT HERE PEOPLE ➝ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader ➝ Word Count: 5,005 ➝ Summary: Yoongi’s been ignoring you and your pursuits all week and you’ve had it. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, but how long can you keep quiet with him kissing your neck like that.
➝ Enjoy my dirty babies ;)
“Baby…” You mewl into your boyfriends ear. He ignores the nibbling at the base of his neck and continues to adjust sound beats and type away feverishly at the keyboard of the studio desktop. “Daddy…” You hate to pull this card but he hasn’t paid you any attention all week and it’s starting to eat away at you. He winces at the nickname and finally turns around to face you.
“You know I’m busy here….” He trails off as you crawl onto his lap, straddling him.
“I think you forgot about something.” You push more weight on him and run your hands up his arms.
“I have work babe. I’ll see you at home.” He pushes you off his lap, shaking his head and swiveling the chair back around to face the sound bar.
“Maybe.” You mumble, grabbing you stuff and slamming the door on your way out.
“Hey.” A familiar voice echoes from down the hall. You look up to find Jin, followed by Namjoon, Hoseok, and the other boys. They all immediately notice the mix of frustration and sadness in your eyes.
“What’d he do this time?” Namjoon rushes towards you pulling you into the lounge room they emerged from.
Adam shivers next to him but he hasn’t complained about the cold yet. He lets Ronan lead him through the damp fields, holding tightly to his hand. The moon is full and hanging low in the sky, its orbit bringing it close to the earth. Adam told him it was called a super moon. He was full of information, calling it the Full Cold Moon. Ronan likes that name. He likes this—the bone deep chill, their breaths puffing out in clouds, the wet grass that will frost during the night and sparkle like diamonds at dawn.
Classes were winding down for Adam and soon he and the rest of Aglionby would be out for winter break. Without the quest for Glendower and its attending drama Adam had time to do stuff like this, visiting Ronan at the Barns and walking through the midnight fields. Ronan had gone to mass that morning and picked up Adam after, taking him back to the Barns for a lazy day of reading, taking naps in front of the fireplace, exploring with Opal and Chainsaw, and eating an early dinner while watching an old black and white movie that Adam had never seen, “The Thin Man.” Having Adam at the Barns meant spoiling him, because here and only here was Adam able to surrender his pride and let someone take care of him. It made Ronan feel good, doing small, thoughtful things for Adam. The dreamt lotion had been a small opening gesture, a move on the chessboard of their complicated relationship. But now Ronan is heaping on as many kindnesses as he could.
For example, right now Adam is bundled up in one of Ronan’s sweaters, wrapped in a scarf Aurora had knitted, wearing one of Niall’s dreamt hats that kept your head and ears perfectly warm, and his perfect, lovely – not chapped – hands are encased in mittens that Ronan had dreamed for him, cute mittens with mice on them. Adam had put up with Ronan dressing him with good grace, even tipping up on his toes to kiss Ronan’s forehead as he pulled a hat over Ronan’s head.
They reach the tall barn, the one Ronan had climbed after kissing Adam for the first time, and Ronan shows Adam how to scale it. The roof is a little precarious, slick from moisture and slightly icy. Ronan holds Adam’s hand as they settle down. He’s brought a heavy wool blanket and they wrap it around themselves before sitting. Adam presses close beneath Ronan’s arm, his teeth chattering. Ronan rubs Adam’s arm, trying to share as much warmth as he can.
Adam sticks his nose into the crook of Ronan’s neck; cold skin meeting warm skin and Ronan jolts at the contact.
“Jesus, Parrish,” he complains. Adam laughs, his hot breath traveling up Ronan’s exposed throat.
“But my nose is cold,” Adam says plaintively. “And my toes are cold.”
“You’ve been watching “One Hundred and One Dalmatians” with Opal too often.”
Adam shrugs and wraps both arms around Ronan’s waist. The blanket’s doing its work and keeping their body heat contained. That must be why Ronan suddenly feels so hot.
“Wow,” Adam’s voice is hushed. He tips his head back on Ronan’s shoulder and stares up at the sky. “Look at how clear it is.”
Ronan studies Adam’s face, admiring the way the moonlight casts him in silver and shadows. He hopes that he’ll dream about this later, the two of them cuddled together beneath the stars. Maybe he’ll dream a constellation for Adam.
“Yeah,” Ronan answers, his voice rough. He turns his eyes to the heavens and the moon, huge and full, looms overhead. It’s really not a stretch to believe in gods or God, looking at it and the host of stars. The far away sound of a train whistle drifts through the night, aching and haunting. Whenever he hears it Ronan thinks of traveling, imagines distant destinations, the great unknowns of the world. He thinks of his father, always gone and now gone forever.
“Tell me a story,” he says to Adam. He misses the stories his father told, he misses Gansey’s constant stream of anecdotes, even if they were mostly about Glendower. He reads books to Opal now, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,The Hobbit, but it’s not the same.
I feel as if he’d confess first; don’t even try to fantasise that he’ll be cocky or something, that boy is the literal epitome of shyness.
I’m guessing everyone can imagine how the confession went; baby would be all stutters and fidgeting because shY and cutE, like, my heart is melting and turning into gooey mush.
In addition, he’d be insecure and SO unsure, like, baby no you’re perfect.
Jungshook when his S/O would say that they like him back.
Jung shook when he’d have the cutest kiss on his nose (bonus; S/O tiptoeing to reach because JungGigantor- a concept that I’d pay to see over and ovER.)
And the Chronicles of Boyfriend!JK begins.
He’d be veRY shy about PDA; S/O would be playfully annoyed that their hand wasn’t being held and so they’d introduce the idea of holding pinkies.
because Baby JK.
It becomes a habit for years to come.
Pinkie holding when watching TV; JK’s pinkie close to breaking if he and his S/O watch a horror movie together.
Pinkie holding begins when the two start to cuddle- something that happens like so many months into their relationship because JK is an idol and S/O tries hard to not cry themselves to sleep as they hold one of JK’s hoodies (JK also wants to give S/O space and doesn’t want to seem clingy.)
JK comes back and S/O is happy.
They celebrate with a competition of who can eat the most cup noodles.
JK gifts S/O snacks from different countries.
The sounds of crunching literally resonate throughout the room.
That’s all you’ll hear for, like, half an hour.
JK acts gooey and feeds S/O with red cheeks and the cutest bunny smile OH MY LORD THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME ON A SUNDAY MORNING.
JK deciding to introduce S/O to his hyungs (bad idea.)
Seokjin advises the two to use protection (JK dies and so does his S/O), Yoongi gives JK a pat on the back, Hobi’s so happy for JK and JK just sheepishly smiles, Joon can’t believe that JK’s growing up, Tae and Jimin just bombard the S/O with memes and silly faced pics of JK (”what’s your number? i’ll send them to you when he’s asleep” Tae whispers as JK wrestles with Jimin to delete those godforsaken pictures)
S/O gives Tae their number.
They’re put into a gc with 6/7 of BTS (excluding JK.)
S/O is constantly sent pictures of JK smiling at his phone.
Jimin exposes JK saying that his home screen is S/O.
JK finds out about the gc.
JK tries to be angry because there’s pictures of him coming out like a waterfall.
He can’t help but smile because S/O doesn’t say anything bad about him and he realises that they are so purely in love with him it’s unreal (’DON’T TEASE HIM LIKE THAT’, ‘JIMIN HE’S BEAUTIFUL FIGHT ME’, ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT A GREEK GOD IS MY BOYFRIEND’)
He sees S/O in a different way after that.
Appreciates them a lot more (as if he didn’t before.)
They play video games together.
Stay awake together because Energetic Bunny.
if S/O is smol. he will use them as a weight on his back as he does press ups.
if S/O is tol, will still use them as some type of gym equipment.
competition as to who can do the most press ups.
nobody can lose against him WHAT IS HE FED?!
When S/O eats, it’s instinctive for them to feed JK because they’re tired of JK stealing their food.
S/O always wishes JK a goodnight with a paragraph of how much they love him.
JK always sleeps with a smile on his face.
The world is a better place after that.
because JK is happy.
ooh, i forgot.
JK having their hair touched if he puts his head in S/O’s lap.
JK attempting to slow dance with S/O on the tips of their toes- foreheads touching, not a care in the world PROTECT THESE TWO AT ALL DAMN COSTS I’M BEGGING YOU.
the two are precious human beings and if they fall asleep on a couch together, expect pictures from BTS because their maknae’s a baby in love and it’s adorable and DESERVES TO BE CHERISHED.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Deadpool, Falcon, Daredevil
Warnings: language, violence, NSFW, a little smut - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG.
A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics.
Summary:You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America, Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.
ikkaku receiving a confession by a long time friend or someone he knows by association (like they hang w yumichika or renji or st), whatever works best but...i wanna marry him 😤
Aaaah, yes! Please enjoy!
“I don’t remember you being such a quitter!” Ikkaku yelled as his Zanpakuto clashed with Renji’s. “You’re telling me you’re tired already?”
“Yeah, right!” Renji quipped. Another strike of his blade. “’Just that seeing this fight go nowhere is starting to get boring.”
“I agree,” you and Yumichika said at the same time, watching on with bored expressions. You were sitting cross-legged under a tree, your head propped up on your hand as it rested on your knee. They both ignored you, and you and Yumichika exchanged exasperated looks.
They’d been at it for hours, and they never seemed to tire. The trash talking started while on the way to the training grounds, and hadn’t stopped since. It had all been quite entertaining in the beginning, but watching those two losers bicker while they both tired was getting to be tedious. The only upside to this was that Ikkaku looked damn fine, covered in tiny bleeding cuts, sweat, and dirt, that smirk on his face that showed he was having a grand time sparring with his friend. Still, though, you were getting antsy just sitting there.
“I wanna drink,” you called out, getting to your feet in one fluid motion and clapping the dirt off your hands. It was getting late, the sun just starting to set behind the mountains, and if you didn’t hurry, your usual place was bound to be filled up. Yumichika sighed in relief, moving to join you from where he leaned against the tree with his arms crossed. “You can both join us whenever you’ve finished flirting.”
“Hah?” came the chorused question from both the blood-covered idiots. Before Ikkaku could make his inevitable retort at the thought of flirting with the redheaded lieutenant, Renji sheathed his Zanpakuto.
“I’m in,” he said, picking his way over to you with a quick look over his shoulder at his bald sparring partner. “You in, or not?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Grumbling, Ikkaku, too, put away his sword, and rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders. “I got it, let’s go.”
Picking up a familiar pace, Ikkaku by your left side as he always was when you walked together, the four of you made your way to your regular bar. Immediately upon entry, you were greeted by the staff by name, and shown to your usual table, your drinks already waiting. Nights at the bar with this particular crowd happened at least twice a week like clockwork, and you couldn’t wait to be seated next to Ikkaku to enjoy the conversation, and the best sake in the Seireitei.
You didn’t know when these feelings of yours started to develop, but there they were one day, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were suddenly very aware of his presence, and of everything little unconscious gesture he made. Th grin he made while he was listening to friends tell their stories, the sly little lick of his lips when he was finished taking a sip of sake, the cool way he lounged at the table, with one leg pulled up as he rested his arm on it, sake cup in hand. Dammit, the man wasn’t even trying and your heart gave a little flutter. All of this didn’t escape Yumichika’s insightful gaze, and he’d been increasingly difficult to ward off. You remembered distinctly the time he cornered you, blatantly accusing you of being infatuated with Ikkaku, all sharp, but encouraging smiles. It still gave you chills to think about how astute he could be.
As the night wore on, the conversations flowed seamlessly, easily transitioning from one topic to the next until you four had been there for several hours. Throughout the night, Yumichika had been edging farther into your space, causing you to scoot away from him…and closer to Ikkaku. Currently, you were practically pressed up against him, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his toned, muscular body. If you didn’t know any better, you would have blamed the blush on your cheeks on the alcohol. No one else seemed to notice, however, and if they did, that’s certainly what they would have blamed it on.
“Well, aren’t you three cozy,” Renji laughed, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed.
“W-What?” you stuttered out. “W-Well, that’s–”
“I was admiring how soft her hair was, and was asking about what kind of hair products she uses,” Yumichika said flawlessly. The twinkle in his eye made you squint, but he played ignorant. “How am I supposed to touch her hair without getting close to her?”
“Hair?” Ikkaku slurred, whipping around to face you. He was right in your face, mere inches from it, in fact, eyes scrutinizing you and your hair. Without warning, his hand was on top of your head, scrunching up your locks with a look of concentration. His slid his hand down the side of your head, trying to get a better feel, but it felt more like he was caressing you.
“It is pretty damn soft.”
“Er… Thank you…” You looked down at your lap for just a second, before turning away from him, downing your little bit of sake in the most casual way possible.
“Wait, let me feel!” Renji’s rough hand was suddenly petting your hair, and you couldn’t do anything but sit there, blinking in confusion. He muttered his thoughts on your hair, making the other two men laugh. If nothing else, you were grateful he had diffused that awkward feeling between you and Ikkaku…
The evening continued much the same for another hour before Renji and Yumichika called it quits. Renji had early morning lieutenant duties that Captain Kuchiki would skin him alive if he didn’t show up on time for, and Yumichika’s reasons were less important, but very like him. Apparently, staying out too late too often was bad for the skin, and he would be thoroughly irritated if he woke up the next morning with dark circles, or worse. The knowing wink he gave you when they departed outside the bar told you otherwise, though, and you were left with a drunk Ikkaku to walk around with.
“What a bunch of wimps,” he grumbled, crossing his arms indignantly. You laughed jovially. You were hardly sober, but you had a fairly good grasp on yourself. After the strange hair-petting scene, you’d downed a few more cups of booze, and were now happily buzzed and giggly. “The night’s still young! You’ll stay, right, ___? You always do.”
He was right, too. Whenever this same thing happened in the past, you were always the one to stick around and close out the bars with him. At first, it was just because he was fun to hang out with, and you were still in the mood to drink and have fun. As your feelings grew, however, it was more that you weren’t quite ready to separate, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him, combined with the other two reasons.
“I love that about you,” he continued after a pause. “You’re fun as hell to be around, and you ain’t half bad in a fight. Not to mention you can hold your liquor, and you’re good at conversation.”
Ah, hell. If went on complimenting you that way, you were going to pass out. Already your heart was racing, and you couldn’t even pretend the pretty flush of your cheeks was because of the booze. Ikkaku showed no visible signs that he was anything but cool as a cucumber, evening going so far as to walk with his hands clasped behind his head while he whistled. He turned to you with a boyish grin.
“Most other chicks would be a pain to hang around, but you’re different. You’re special.”
You stopped in your tracks, gaping at his back as he continued walking. Had he really said that? Was he even aware of what those kind of words did to you? No of course he wasn’t, because while Ikkaku was many things, he was not a mind reader. Having noticed your absence, he turned around with a confused expression.
“Oi, ___, what the hell are you doing all the way back–”
“I like you!” you blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer.
Whatever Ikkaku was saying died on his lips, and he stared at you. He didn’t look unhappy, or uncomfortable, just completely taken aback and unsure of what to say. You felt like you were going to throw up, and immediately regretted your decision. But what the hell were you supposed to do when he was singing your praises like that!? It wasn’t fair that he could make you feel the way you did…
Finally, “Er, really? Since when?” he asked. He still looked for the world like he couldn’t quite comprehend what you said.
“Uh, well, a while…I suppose…” You kicked at the dirt with your toe, staring at his forehead because you couldn’t look him in the eye. “How the hell was I supposed to tell you, though…? I– You’re like–” You cut yourself off before you could stumble over your words any further, still toeing at the ground.
The silence that followed was deafening, and god, did you want to just disappear. It was so incredibly awkward, especially because he wasn’t saying anything. What were you going to do if he shrugged you off? Could you go back to the way it was before? How awkward was it going to be until it was normal between you again? Steeling yourself for disappointment, you looked up, and your eyebrows shot up into your hair.
Ikkaku was still staring at you, but the blush on his face was so severe that not only did it reach the tips of his ears, but damn near covered his whole head. You could see his jaw working, clenching and unclenching as he processed your words, but you were so absorbed by his red face.
“W-Why are you blushing?” you asked incredulously, feeling embarrassed by association.
“Shut it!” he squawked. “Who wouldn’t after a confession like that!?”
“Well, excuse me!” Now you were just annoyed. “If you don’t like it, you can just forget it ever happened!” Ikkaku made a face.
“No way! You said it, you can’t just take it back!”
“Well, then, what?” You placed your hands on your hips, all shyness and embarrassment gone. The alcohol was finally doing it’s job as liquid courage. This was usually how you two interacted, so it was a bit of a relief. “Are you gonna date me?”
“Damn straight!” Ikkaku confirmed, taking a few steps closer to tower over your much smaller frame.
“…Wait, what?” You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly.
“I like you, too,” he said. He took you by the arm, and pulled you against his body roughly. “Confessions aren’t really my thing, so I wasn’t sure how to say it… I was probably just gonna kiss you one of these days.” He looked away from you awkwardly, but placed his hands on your waist as he gathered his thoughts.
“Well, why didn’t you?” you demanded, hitting his chest with your fist.
“Huh? Why didn’t I what?”
“If you liked me, then you should have just said something!” You couldn’t stop your mouth now, not when all the pent up frustrations of your crush were being released all at the same time. “Or kissed me like you said you wanted to! Instead, I’ve been drowning in these feelings for forever now, wondering if I’d ruin our friendship if I said anything, and you–”
With a sigh, Ikkaku snaked one arm around your waist, using the other one to cradle the back of your head, and smothered you in a hot, toe-curling kiss. You squeaked in surprise, making him chuckle, and he eased his tongue into your parted lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you grabbed the front of his shihakusho tightly in your tiny little hands, hanging on for dear life. A little moan escaped into his mouth, and he growled in response, kissing you harder and messier in the middle of the road. His hands in your hair made you shiver, and it was everything you’d hoped kissing him would be, and then some.
When he finally pulled back, you were sure your face was on fire. If anything, the shit-eating grin on his face confirmed this as he placed his hands back on your hips, keeping you close.
“What’s that face for?” he inquired teasingly.
“Shut up…” you muttered, looking off to the side. He laughed, then released you, but still kept one of your hands wrapped in his.
“Didn’t I say earlier? The night’s still young! And now I’ve got my girl to spend it with.”
You rolled your eyes. “I was already coming with you, stupid.”
“Yeah, but now you’re my girl.”
Cheater. There was absolutely nothing you could say to that, so you followed him without complaint, hand in hand, pouting. You got a few stunned looks from some of the Squad Eleven members still out drinking, but you weren’t even worried about it. Ikkaku was all yours now.
“You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this right now,” Harry doubled over in laughter.
Draco’s back stiffened at the sound of Harry’s voice. He swiftly turned around to find a grinning boy leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“How long have you been standing there?” he snapped.
“Not nearly long enough, sadly,” he chuckled. “Well, go on then,” he pushed against the wall with enough force to hoist himself upright. “Proceed with your little show. You’re quite good, did you know?”
“Piss off, Scarface,” Draco was crimson. The back of his ears heated up profusely.
Another laugh escaped Harry’s lips as he walked toward Draco. “And miss the second half of your performance? Like hell I would.”
Harry stopped to turn the the stereo up then swiftly reached for Draco who was trying to walk away.
He grabbed his arm and let his hand slide down the length of it until he found his hand. He clasped them together and gently pulled at Draco to give him a little twirl. Shut Up and Dance was playing.
Draco landed in Harry’s arms, his back to his chest. “Very nice song choice,” Harry whispered in his ear.
Draco pulls away in annoyance but Harry doesn’t let go of his hand. “And my, my. What an even nicer ensemble,” Harry smirked. Draco was flaming in a mix of aggravation and embarrassment.
Draco consciously tugged at the hem of his dress shirt, as if it were to go any lower than his bum. He was wearing briefs.
“Potter, my eyes are up here,” he placed a hand under Harry’s chin and tilted up his face to meet his eyes.
“And they’re rather lovely,” Harry smiled.
Draco relaxed. His embarrassment from only moments ago slowly dissipated and was replaced by a sense of warmth as Harry kissed him gently on the lips.
They broke apart and he frowned, “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Harry laughed. “It’s not every day I get to see you shimmy your ass to the beat of ‘All Star’ as you sing along to Smashmouth with your own version of the lyrics.”
“I will, however, reduce your embarrassment by teaching you how to do a proper shimmy,” Harry had a stern look on his face and Draco scoffed.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“It’s okay. I was more horrible at our wedding. You had to spend hours teaching me proper footing and I still stepped on your toes,” Draco smiled fondly at the memory.
“Allow me to return the favor,” Harry stood on his toes and kissed his forehead.
Draco looked at him with complete admiration and Harry’s entire body rang with warmth and pure bliss.
“I love you,” Draco whispered, pecking his lips.
Harry pecked him back, allowing his lips to linger, “I love you.”
The beat returned to the chorus and Harry smacked Draco’s arse. “Now, shut up and dance with me!” Harry sang to the lyrics.
Draco sent him a glare but obliged anyway, taking on Harry’s challenge. There, they spent the entire afternoon trying to outdance the other, grinning like idiots.
Happy idiots, in love.
Prompt: I want to read about Arthur coming knock on his girls door after one of his rage fits cause even in his altered state he knows she’s the one to calm him back down
Your day had been going well—better than usual, in fact. You’d been interviewed for a position as a secretary, the butcher gave you a discount on the meat you purchased, and it hadn’t rained all day. All that changed when the phone rang that evening.
Summary : Imagine being a servant and Legolas is in love with you, but Thranduil doesn’t approve.
Key :Italics - Speaking Elvish
You smiled softly as you looked over at Legolas as he woke up. He brought you into his arms and kissed your forehead. You pressed a kiss to his jaw while you placed your hands on his shoulders, resting your head on your left hand. Legolas smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair. He knew he would have to let you go soon so you could run after his family, but he relished in this moment of having you in his arms.
Number 22 from that new feb prompt list of yours with one and only Jon Snow :) I miss seeing him in new episodes, maybe this is replacement for both of us ♥
Jon Snow - “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
Even though Winterfell itself hadn’t changed much during the time Ramsay Bolton had been in control over it, there was something about the atmosphere roaming inside the walls that still felt a slight bit of. It was as if Winterfell had lost some of it’s innocence now it had witnessed things that couldn’t bare the light of day.
“Is everything alright?” Jon cocked his head while he noticed the frown on your forehead that had almost gotten as deep as his.
“Does Winterfell still feel like home to you?” You looked up at the man who had stolen your heart without even trying and a sad smile spread across his handsome face.
“It doesn’t feel like it used to feel, no.” He bent his head and for a moment there was nothing but silence between the two of you. These walls had probably witnessed most of his most important memories. They had witnessed his first steps, his first words, but they had now also witnessed horrible crimes against both his sister and Theon.
“Do you think it will ever feel like home again?” You walked towards him and you pressed the palm of your hand to his scruffed cheek. Even though the fight with Ramsay had been months ago, you could still feel the scars beneath your delicate fingers.
“I will do everything within my power to make it feel so, yes.” Jon curled his strong fingers around your wrist and he licked his lips while he closed his eyes for a moment. “That’s what father would have wanted. He wouldn’t give up on this place, just because some heartless monster corrupted it for the worst.”
A smile spread across your face while he spoke the words.
Even though Jon didn’t carry the name Stark he had inherited more of his father’s characteristics than he would ever dare to realize himself.
“I’m sure your father would be proud of you.” You leaned on the tips of your toes and you pressed your forehead to his so you could lock your glances. “And if your mother would have known who you have become, I am certain she would have been proud of you too.”
Jon took a deep breath, but he pressed you tighter to his chest while his lips kissed yours. “If only we had never left Winterfell in the first place…” He clearly thought about Robb, about Rickon, about his sister Arya who hadn’t been seen or heard from for years. He clearly thought about his father and the dramatic turn his life had taken. He maybe even thought about Catelyn and how the life she had build had crashed down at her lifeless feet.
“I can’t imagine how many weight is resting on your shoulders right now, but I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to help you carrying it.” You spoke softly and you made sure to keep him as close to you as humanly possible.
“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” Jon kissed you once more before another sigh left his lips. “But I don’t know if I even would have gotten this far without you by my side.”
Your heart skipped a few beats in your chest and you felt a certain kind of warmth surrounding you.
Probably this had been the closest Jon had ever come to saying I love you. And with that he had added another wonderful moment to the memories the walls behold. Another wonderful moment that began the collection of memories that in time would probably outweigh all the bad ones Ramsay had added.
Prompt: “I have a request for ya mate 😎 Berutoruto confessing to his fem! crush and he’s a blushing mess and yeah ^_^ cute af” Word count: 252
“Go get her tiger!” Reiner said before pushing his tall buddy into the direction of his crush.
“Reiner-!” Bertholdt cut his sentence short when he saw that you had turned around looking up at him with big curious eyes. All the poor boy could do was sweat and stand in front of you nervously.
“H-Hi, (Name)..” Bertholdt greeted you as he rubbed the back of his neck looking at the ground. “Hey.” You said with a welcoming smile. Bertholdt didn’t dare to look up at you and make eye contact as he would probably pass out right there. “I uh-” “Are you feeling okay, Bertholdt?” You stood on your tippy toes and felt his forehead causing him to freeze at your touch. “You look really nervous..” You finished trying to search for any eye contact. The boy was bright red in the cheeks.
“I um- I really- Do you-” Bertholdt stuttered nervously trying to form a sentence that was as the tip of his tongue. “Hey,” Your hand found its way in the side of his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing his skin. “Relax.”
Bertholdt calmed down immensely at your touch and calm voice.
“(Name), I really like you. Do you think we could go out sometime? I mean! If its okay with you!” Bertholdt said and you smiled softly.
so I accidentally deleted this! literally kill me I was just trying to fix something but no my fat fingers hit delete instead of edit
“Babe you will do fine” I whispered for the
“I don’t want it to be fine, I want it to
be great” he gripped my hand a little tighter.
“then do it how you want to it, not how
management wants” I said getting on my tippy toes and kissing his forehead.
“what if they don’t like it” he said
holding onto my hands that were on either side of his face.
“they will, you know how I know?” I smiled
brightly at him.
“how?” he breathed back.
“because I love it” I stared into his eyes.
“you love everything I do” he mumbled. “you
have to, you’re my girl” he let one hand drop from his face.
“okay well they will love it because you made it. Because you once again
poured your heart into a new song and a new concert” I ran my spare hand
through his hair ruffling it up a bit he ducked from my touch.
“I’m so glad you’re here” his smile grew a
Note: Y’all asked for it so here it is! Can’t believe it’s been a month since I last updated this lmfao.
Also, because I am disorganized AF I would like to apologize for not separating my tag list for certain fics. So if you’re not interested in this and would like to receive notifs for DDHTK, etc. instead, I’m sorry please just ignore this lol.
Chapter 9 - You Did This
The sun had just risen up when
you were getting ready to leave the Sanctuary. You weren’t going to deny the
fact that you were anxious— yes, you were one of Negan’s top Saviors but that
didn’t mean that tasks didn’t make you nervous anymore. Besides, this was one
dangerous duty that Negan gave you and even if you wanted to say no, you
weren’t in the position to do so.
Once everything you needed was
inside the large moving truck, you let out a deep breath. It was time to go. As
you pulled down the truck door, you heard someone call for your name. Turning
around you immediately saw Dwight jogging towards you.
“You sure you don’t need a hand?”
You shrugged, “Even if I wanted
to I can’t. You should know that.” You told him as you hopped off from the back
of the truck.
Dwight nodded in understanding,
“Careful out there.” He called out as he watched you walk around the truck,
towards the driver’s seat.
You stopped and turned around
again, “Hey Dwight…” you called out. “Can I ask you a favor?”
I was just studying literature. At the moment, it was The Aenid. I had my pencil, my ruler and my book on my bed as I underlined a few words and annotated on the margins of the pages. The book I had was a family heirloom. It had a collection of different handwriting and inks on the margins. It was my grandad’s, then my father’s, then now, mine.
My father died when I was younger. He worked as a profiler with the FBI. He was working a case, but while he was doing a negotiation, he was killed.
I remember the way he looked at me before he’d go to work. He’d look at me each time like it was the last time he would ever see me, and he’d talk to me like all of his words could be his last. Of course, when he’d do it, he’d always come home safely except for the one time he didn’t.
He was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee. I was late for rehearsals, so I grabbed my lunch box and kissed his cheek with a simple, “See you later, dad,” to which he replied with, “See you later, darling.”
I remember that that night I was a bit bitter and angry at him because he didn’t watch my show. I didn’t know that he was on a case, let alone dead. I didn’t realise until I had gone home and saw that we had voicemail.
My mother wasn’t around at the time, so I listened to it, completely oblivious to what was on the answering machine.
And there were his last words.
There was a tapping on my window, breaking me from my thoughts and tearing my gaze from the book. I had expected to see Peter in his suit, but instead, I saw Tony Stark in his Iron Man suit. Confused, I got up, putting up a coat. I opened the window.
“Y/N,” Tony began, his voice filled with urgency and panicked.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“It’s Peter, I… we need your help. He’s in danger,” he told me. My face paled and my eyes widened slightly at his announcement. “The… His captor… he won’t let him go. Says he wants to talk to F/N’s daughter. Payback, he said.”
“I don’t understand. My father was a profiler. He was a hero, sure, but he wasn’t any superhero like you guys. How could he possibly know my father?”
“I don’t know, but he won’t let Peter go until he talks to you,” Tony answered truthfully. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked away. “It won’t be safe. At all. Peter wouldn’t want you to do this, and I don’t think your father would either.” I looked at my book.
“I’ll… I’ll come with you.”
“Are you sure?” Tony eyed me. I inhaled shakily and nodded. I rand my hand through my hair.
“Yes. I’ll just… I need to do something.” Tony nodded.
I walked out of my room and walked to my mother’s room. Beer bottles were scattered everywhere, on the floor, on her table… I bit my lip. She didn’t take my father’s death very well. After he died, she turned to drinking. She was unconscious, sprawled out on the bed. I walked to her and kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered before leaving. I met with Tony on my fire escape and he lifted me up, beginning to fly me to where Peter was.
Peter, I decided, had saved enough people. Everybody needed saving now and then, and I would gladly save him, even if it meant my own death, I would save him. It was the person I had been taught to be—to save people. No matter who it was, I was taught to be kind and to help. I had been taught to be good.
Tony had put me down in a meadow. We weren’t in the city of New York, well, we were, but more on the outskirts—the generally empty area of New York. The place nobody went to.
I recognised the place I was in—it was the same place I went on my first date with Peter. It was an impromptu sort of thing, or so I thought. I had had a bad day at school and Peter insisted on taking me out. When we arrived, I saw the a checkered red blanket on the grass with a picnic basket on it.
I was laughing because he had put his hands in front of my eyes, and I had tripped over my own feet and he caught me before I could even hit the ground, which put us in a rather… compromising position, so to speak. He pulled me back up and he turned me toward the picnic space. I gasped and I kissed his cheek, making his cheeks turn into the colour of rubies.
The sight I was looking at now wasn’t nearly as nice.
In the same place a blanket was, a man in a red suit stood, similar to Tony’s but much more slender. He held onto Peter by his shoulder, who was in his suit, but his mask was in his hands and I could see a gash on his cheek and a black eye. Peter, who looked up at me and widened his eyes, gasped ever so softly, and I’m sure I did too when I saw his injuries.
“Y/N… What… what are you doing here?” Peter asked me.
I glanced at Tony, who stood behind me, before looking back at the brown-eyed boy. I ignored his questions and looked at the face of the man behind him. The man had a smug smirk on his face, and he looked familiar, but I didn’t know where I had previously seen him. “You called?” I rose an eyebrow at him.
“Do you not remember me?” He asked, stepping forward along with Peter, who stumbled at the movement. Finally, as he stepped into the light, I could see his face more clearly.
“Mr. Raoul?” I furrowed my eyebrows. I recognised him, finally. He was my old director. He was practically my second father at the time. He helped me grieve over my father’s death when I returned to school.
“That’s right, Y/N. You know, I always liked you. So clever,” he smirked. “Now, the deal’s simple: you come to me, and I’ll let go of lover boy here.”
“Y/N, don’t,” Peter told me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked the director, who shrugged.
“I thought I’d finish the job,” said Raoul, who took a phone out of his suit’s compartment. He threw it at the ground in front of me. I bent down, eyeing Raoul suspiciously as I took the phone. I pressed its power button and I saw a photo of me as a kid.
It was one of my first Halloweens. I was dressed as Belle, the Disney Princess. “I… I don’t understand,” I murmured, voicing my thoughts. Raoul wouldn’t have this photo. It wasn’t online or anything. It wasn’t even in our family photo albums… the only person who had this photo was my father. I unlocked the phone with ease, seeing as there was no passcode.
“Check it’s calls,” Raoul advised. I looked up at the villain, tears welling up in my eyes, but I glared nonetheless.
“Y/N, what is it?” Peter asked me. My grasp on the phone tightened and my jaw locked the longer I looked on the villain. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I broke my gaze away from Raoul and turned my head ever so slightly.
“What’s on it?” Tony whispered. I looked at Raoul again, who kept his smirk, before handing Tony the phone. “Oh my god,” he muttered when he saw the lock screen.
Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now, I remembered the lyric from The Phantom of the Opera. My dad sang it all the time.
“Do you remember being Christine?” Raoul asked me. “You were a fantastic Christine for a fourteen year old.” I glared at him. “Could you see how similar your predicaments are?” He asked, “You can’t refuse; you have no choice.”
He was right, but like hell was I going to say that.
“Why?” I asked him, “Why my father?”
“He was onto me. He knew about the murders around town and my connection to them and well, your Angel of Music couldn’t just disappear, could he?” He asked. I fought every fibre in my body to stop myself from slapping him.
“You’re no angel,” I growled.
“But I was,” Raoul’s gaze turned into one of insanity and evil. “You see, I was your angel, Y/N. You’d be nothing if not for me!” I bit my lip, stopping myself from fighting and yelling.
“Let Parker go,” I told him.
“Come with me and I will.”
“Y/N,” Peter’s voice called softly. I looked at the wounded hero. “Don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, Peter,” I apologised, my voice softening for the first time since I had arrived. I began to walk closer to the villain, who pushed Peter forward, making him stumble. Peter met me halfway, his hands tied in front of him. I untied him and freed him and I pulled him into a hug, burying my face in his shoulder. I allowed tears to spill from my eyes, but I wouldn’t make a sound. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so much, don’t forget.” He held me tightly and I could feel him shake. I leaned back slightly and put my cupped his cheeks with my hands. “Don’t think that I don’t care, but the people need you, Peter.”
“But I need you,” he whispered, meeting my eyes. Tears began to spill from his eyes, and I’m sure tears were flowing out of mine. I closed my eyes and got on my toes and I kissed his forehead. I let my lips linger there for a moment before pulling away again.
“You have me, Peter. You always will,” I assured him, “And you’ll move on,” he shook his head while I nodded, “Yes, you will. You will.”
“No, I won’t. Y/N, I need you, please…”
“Everyone needs to be saved sometimes, Peter. Even the heroes. Especially the heroes,” I assured him. “Every waking moment of every day, I will love you and I will always be with you. I promise you that. Let me be your freedom, Peter,” I whispered, hugging him again. “I need to do this.”
“Please,” he choked out.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, pulling away from him in a swift motion. I walked to Raoul, who smiled at me. When I arrived to him, I turned to face Tony and Peter.
“We’ll come for you, Y/N. I promise,” Peter told me. I smiled softly at him before Raoul stated;
“I wouldn’t be sure of that if I were you.” With that, he threw down a smoke bomb and took me away. I closed my eyes, not wanting to open them because I knew I’d only start to cry even more.