Stiles can’t shower at his house anymore, not since the sacrifices. Just seeing the tub gives me flash backs to going under the water at Deaton’s, the thought of actually getting into one is enough to send him over the edge into a full on panic attack.
He showers in the locker room now, in the open space where he knows he can’t go under. He knows that it’s not a permanent solution, but for now it works.
After everything with the Nogitsune Stiles stands in the locker room showers for at least an hour. He can’t get the feel of blood off of his hands. He scrubs himself until he’s red, until his skin is tender to the touch, and then he scrubs more.
There were too many places with bad memories attached now, but Stiles gets through them, he has to. He still can’t look at a bathtub without feeling sick to his stomach. That’s where it started for him, that’s how the Nogitsune got in.
So he still showers at school, he avoids talking about his feelings and his struggles because it’s his fault that Allison is dead, that Isaac is gone, that Scott’s a werewolf. It’s all his fault and he knows that, so he stays strong and steady on the outside, if not a bit defiant.
It all works out fine until the school is locked for summer and Derek is missing and Lydia is grieving the death of her best friend so he can’t talk to her, and Scott is off trying to better himself so he can’t bother him.
After a week of sink showers Stiles finally gets an idea and breaks into the loft. Well breaks into is a very loose term, he has a key and he doesn’t think Derek would mind him using his shower.
That plan works well until Derek is back. By then the school is open again, but he knows that Derek can tell he’s been there. There’s no way he doesn’t smell Stiles in the bathroom, on the couch, in the bed.
But Derek doesn’t call him out on it, instead he squeezes Stiles neck and reminds him that his door is always open if he needs to get away. Stiles knows that if anyone would understand how he’s feeling, it would be Derek. He knows that, but he can’t bring himself to tell him anything.
He does go to the loft sometimes, mostly to use Derek’s shower and always when he knows Derek is out. That plan works as well as he other plans, meaning it’s great until it isn’t.
It’s a Sunday and Stiles is stepping out of a hot shower at the loft, he had a bad night, dreams of dead brown eyes and sticking swords into friends had kept him up. He had been alone when he got to the loft, but when he steps out of the bathroom Derek is sitting on the couch reading a book.
“None of this is your fault,” Derek tells him, not looking up from the book, “You didn’t ask to be possessed, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, none of this is on you.”
“Or is it all on me,” Stiles says, toweling his hair dry and looking at Derek, “If I hadn’t dragged Scott into the woods that first night none of this would have happened.”
“By that line of logic this is actually all my fault,” Derek says with a sigh, making Stiles think that Derek really believes that it’s his fault, “The fire never would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”
“We both know the fire would have happened without you,” Stiles says because it’s true.
“And if Scott hadn’t gotten bitten someone else would have,” Derek counters, “It’s not your fault.”
“Maybe,” Stiles says, sitting down next to Derek. It feels like the right time to tell someone why he can’t shower at home so he adds, “I can’t go near a bathtub after being sacrificed.”
“The smell of smoke still makes me sick,” Derek admits and Stiles bumps his shoulder against him. “We’ve all got our damage. You’re not letting yours keep you from living, that’s important.”
“You too,” Stiles tells him, “Maybe we can try to move forward from all of this shit together. It’s easier with someone else helping.”
“Yeah, it is,” Derek says quietly, looking at Stiles with a soft look that he’s only seen a few times before.
And maybe Stiles still can’t take a bath, but with Derek (and a therapists) help he starts taking showers in a bathtub. And maybe Derek can’t watch open flames, but he can smell smoke without throwing up because Stiles helps him open up (and takes him to therapy once a week).
They move forward together. And eventually they’re both well enough emotionally to admit that they love each other. Every day is a journey for them, but they’re on that journey together, that’s what matters.
Your SD has asked you to sleep over and to pack an over night bag. What do you bring? The last time I brought an overnight bag, I forgot a very simple item. A brush. lol So here’s some tips, tricks and items it’s always good to have in an overnight bag.
1. Know his patterns.
Hopefully by now that you’re sleeping over at his place you have an idea of his patters. Where he likes to go, how he likes to dress and the activities he likes to participate in. This is key to packing your wardrobe. For example, my SD is a socialite. He loves to go out to nice restaurants, preferably with live music so he can bring me to dance while everyone is watching. Aka, anywhere where he can find potential clients and be the limelight.
2. Know his timing.
Is your SD an early riser or does he like to lounge around with you in the morning? My SD is a get up and go kind of guy. So lingerie really isn’t an option. I do pack my makeup in a convenient that I can hang on a towel rack that was it’s easily accessible and everything is organized. Your SD wants to have fun, he’ll get frustrated if he has to sit and wait for you to dig through your bag to find things. Be clean and respectful.
3. Pack light but efficiently.
Just like my makeup bag. It’s clean, out of the way and on a towel rack. I pack my essentials. Get travel size containers to put shampoo and conditioner in or lotion. If you bring full bottles of thing your bag will be heavy and bulky. He’ll think you want to live with him, not just stay the night. lol
Makeup: Again, my essentials. -Foundation -Primer -Concealer -Small eyeshadow pallet (ONE) -Mascara -Highlight and Contour pallet -Eyelashes -EYE LASH GLUE (Super embarrassing if you forget this) -Nude lipstick (one) -Essential Brushes I keep to a minimum. -Chapstick -Perfume - my SD loves smells
-Tampons, even if you don’t need them, mother nature can be weird so just have them. -Baby wipes. It’s a really quick way to clean “down there” Without taking a shower. Not to mention they can take your makeup off easily too. -Hair Brush. Yes, please don’t forget this. -Hair tie. Also a super important thing to have. How can you wash your face when your hair is in the way? Using a towel to wrap your dry hair in is not fun. (Been there) -Toner -Face wash -Lotion -Toothbrush and toothpaste -Cotton pads -Your own small face towel. Don’t wipe your mascara on his towel. lol -Deodorant -Contacts -Contact solution -Contact case -Bobi pins
-A really nice dress - What if he doesn’t tell you where you’re going? I always have a dress and heels on hand. -Dark wash jeans. There’s something aesthetically pleasing about dark wash jeans. You can dress them up, dress them down. -Nude heels. I usually bring nude that way i can wear them with my dress, jeans whatever and match no matter what. -A casual outfit that looks nice. I always bring a dress then a casual outfit for the next day just incase we go to breakfast. -COMFORTABLE lingerie. Is that even a thing? If you don’t sleep naked but don’t want to wear your regular Mickey Mouse Pjs, then get soft comfortable lingerie that isn’t uncomfortable to sleep in. Not to mention, if you do sleep naked but are casually hanging around the house, it’s fun to walk around in. -Extra underwear. 2 pairs. -Nude bra or sports bra -Cute sandals That’s basically it! Hope it Helps. -Samantha N.B.
Warnings:THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.
The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.
“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.
“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.
“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.
“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.
“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.
“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”
“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”
I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it.
It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.
My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.
“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.”
I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.
Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.
I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.
“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.
“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”
Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.
“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.
“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.
Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.
“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.
“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.
“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.
“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.
“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off.
“Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”
“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.
Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.
Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.
“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.
“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.
“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.
“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.
“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.
“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.
I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.
“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.
“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”
“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.
“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me.
My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him.
I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.
Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach.
I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.
“Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.
“F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.
My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight.
Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.
Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.
“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.
“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.
“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.
“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.
“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.
“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.
“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.
Summary:Jongin was very young, when he learned to stay silent. When he learned his powers were alienating, his genius a burden. He learned early, knowing too much makes others fearful, since people (ironically enough) tend to fear the unknown. Until Jongin finds you. You, as it turns out, are something much more difficult to understand.
Getting up from your bed, you rubbed your eyes and sighed. Tugging on some sweatpants, you tabbed your phone and headed out the door of your apartment.
The boys’ dorms weren’t that far from you so it was a short walk. But of course, with your luck, it was pouring outside. Walking back up the stairs to get an umbrella, your stomach dropped when you realized you forgot your keys inside. Groaning in frustration, you walked back out into the rain. Making it to the dorms, panting and soaked, you knocked on the door.
The door opened and revealed Yoongi, with an impatient expression on his face. “Thank god! I thought I was gonna–Why are you wet?” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you in.
“Keys. Inside. Locked. Out. No. Umbrella. A lot. of. Running,” you managed to speak.
“Silly, Y/N. Let me get you a towel and some clothes,” and with that he left the room.
Coming back a few minutes later with a t-shirt and sweatpants, he handed you the towel.
“Thanks,” you murmured, grabbing the towel from him. Drying your hair with the towel, you held his clothes under your arm and made your way to the bathroom.
“My luck,” you muttered to yourself, stripping yourself of your wet and soggy clothes. Engulfed in the warm, husky smelling shirt, you sighed a breath of content. Maybe you should steal his clothes more often, you thought to yourself.
Exiting the room, you saw Yoongi plopped on the sofa in front of the tv. Taking notice of you, he sat upright and gave a small smile.
“So what am I cooking for you?” you asked, crossing your arms, with a playful eye roll.
Leaning back, he yawned, “You don’t actually have to cook, you know? I just needed an excuse for you to come see me.”
“Reaaallyyy?” you cooed, sitting on the sofa next to him to nudge him.
“Yeah,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and looked down in embarrassment.
“So do you want to talk about…”
“Don’t say it. Don’t say his name,” you rolled your eyes and looked away from Yoongi so he couldn’t see your vulnerable state.
“Y/N, you have to talk about him eventually. Or, to him, for that matter.”
“I don’t want to though,” were you being a baby? Your heart was broken by the guy you liked. Would you even get over it?
“Fine, we won’t then. Let’s just sit around and watch movies until the boys come back,” he spread his arms out around the back of the couch.
“Sounds good. But do you have food?”
Sighing, you stood up and extended your hand. “Let’s cook first then. You said it yourself you wanted me to cook.”
As if pondering the thought, he shrugged and stood up.
“Would'ya want to cook?”
You spent hours in and out of the kitchen, laughing at Yoongi who, obviously, had no idea how to make pasta.
“I’m doing it right, woman!” he yelled with a laugh, as you peered over his shoulder.
“I’m just making sure,” you teased,placing a hand on his shoulder and stood on your tippy toes to get a better look at the pot. “Wait,” you stopped him from stirring and he turned to you with a puzzled expression. “What?”
“You have a little–” you dipped your finger into the pot of sauce and proceeded to wipe it onto his cheek. “–something there,” before laughing. Grumbling to himself he wiped off the sauce, but you still noticed the smile threatening to appear on his face.
At around nine, the boys came back from dinner only to find you snoring softly, leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder. He dozed off not long after you did, his head rested on yours.
The boys cooed at the unlikely pair while Jimin shrugged and walked to his room without a thought.
“Of course Yoongi hyung would find a way to make her come! But when we’re not around!” Taehyung whined while Jungkook stared at the empty plates in front of you two on the coffee table.
“They cooked without us,” he pouted.
“Let them be. Y/N needed someone and maybe Yoongi is just what she needs,” Namjoon pondered aloud.
So I added writing to this?? Idk if you wanted this but here it is anyway! Also, thank you for being so enthusiastic about this series!! Let me know if you want more writing with my texts or not, too!
AN: *Loud squeaking noise” This is my first attempt at an Original reader insert, and quite possibly the start of another soulmark universe. Cause, I never do anything half way. Still I’m pretty excited, and happy that this is my first attempt at branching out. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to let me know what you think!
This is a soulmark AU, so be prepared. This is taking place at the middle of season 2, with a slightly delayed timeline.
“You know, eight months ago I would have freaked at coming home and finding two shelves in my refrigerator filled with blood.”
Rebekah grinned at you, “Yes, well, you’ve come a long way. I’m very proud.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the woman, before pulling out a bottle of water and closing the door. “Where’s Hope?”
“Fast asleep like the angel she is.”
This time you can’t resist the urge, you roll your eyes, “Says the woman who refuses to deal with the crying fits.”
You watch her pout, “I’m a vampire. Sensitive hearing and all that. Plus you’re very good with her.”
You stare her down, “You’re spoiled.”
She shrugs, “Guilty as charged.” You say nothing else, choosing to return to your room instead. You have lesson plans to complete, and little time for games. Especially supernatural games. Unfortunately, the supernatural seemed out to get you.
Eight months ago you had been oblivious to the secret world around you. You’d been able to move through the streets without looking for signs of vampires or witches. In fact, the only thing you had been looking for was a roommate. Enter Rebekah Mikaelson.
She had strolled up to your door like she already owned the place, a small infant in her arms. You had gone through the motions of showing her around the apartment, and were ready to show her out after the fourth snarky comment, when she had looked you in the eyes and simply said, I’m staying. That had been the first time you’d been compelled.
The second time came seconds later when she told you to offer your neck, and stay quiet. The fangs had hurt, enough that you had wanted to cry out, but you had found yourself unable to say anything. Her story had come out over the next several weeks. Original vampires. Witches. Evil parents. New Orleans. It had been a lot to absorb. You’d simply been grateful that she hadn’t sunk her teeth into you again.
Still, more often than not you found Rebekah to be more of a pain than a villain. She was lonely and unsure of herself. Conscious of the eyes on her. She reminded you of a middle schooler in that way. Still trying to find out who she was. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was her love for that baby.
The child rarely left her sight, and the only true times you dealt with the crying fits were when she was off feeding, or the supply in the fridge was running low. Other than that you had little interaction with Hope. And you were okay with that.
You spend two more hours completing lesson plans before deciding to call it a night. You retreat to the shower, moving quietly past Rebekah and Hope’s room, before stripping. The water is scalding hot, something you prefer in cooler months. You take your time enjoying the spray before ending the bliss.
You towel dry your hair, and like always, that catches your eye. It’s elegant. Refined. A type of handwriting you don’t see anymore. I’ve waited centuries to hear those words. You tug the towel up so that you can’t see it anymore. There were too many questions there. Too much unknown, and you had more than enough of that at the moment.
You don’t bother with the hair dryer. Instead, you pull on a hoodie and your favorite pajama pants. That’s when you hear it. Glass breaking, things being knocked over, people yelling.
You stumble into the living room to find Rebekah dripping in blood, bodies on the surrounding floor. The veins around her eyes are dark, and second later she’s in front of you. You watch her pupils expand, and the familiar weight of compulsion settles around you, “Take Hope and drive to New Orleans. Stop for nothing. You are to go to a restaurant called Russeus. Ask for Cami. Tell her I sent you.”
As her orders settle on you, more men come through the window. With a growl, she turns to face them, and you run to the baby. She’s awake. Quiet, but awake. You cradle her to you gently, before grabbing the diaper bag and making your way to the car. You run down three flights of stairs before making it to the car.
You strap the baby into her car seat, climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key. The engine comes to life, and you pull out of the garage moments later. It’s an eight hour drive, and by the time you enter New Orleans, you feel as though you’re dying.
By the time you park, you’re painfully aware that you’re dressed only in pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You’re simply grateful you’d had time to slip on a pair of flats before leaving the apartment. The walk to Rousseau’s is short and filled with people. The streets are packed, and the lights are lit, and one glance at Hope shows that that baby is mesmerized by it all.
The restaurant is filled with the smells of cajun food, and makes the fact that you haven’t eaten in nine hours more apparent. You settle the baby carrier onto the bar, and wait to be noticed. The bartender smiles at you, and then peers to look at the baby. Her name tag catches your eyes, and a wave of relief settles over you. Your voice is a bit hesitant, as you ask, “Are you Cami?”
The woman’s smile is easy, “That’s me, how can I help you?”
You take a shaky breath, “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Rebekah Mikaelson sent me. She said you could contact the necessary people to help Hope.”
Her eyes go wide, “You know Rebekah?”
“Roommate of eight months. You?”
“Her brother’s psychiatrist.”
You just feel tired, “A vamp with a shrink… that’s…”
She nods, “Trust me, I know. Compulsion?”
You nod, and she scowls before throwing a rag on the bar. “Wait here.” You watch her disappear into the back before re-appearing. She motions towards the door with her head and you follow her. You stick close as she weaves through the people on the streets.
When she goes through a large gate, you follow. She stops in the middle before yelling, “Klaus get out here, right now.”
It’s similar to a magic trick, the way he appears. Or maybe a predator looking for a snack. He stares at you with interest, and you hug the baby carrier closer. His eyes immediately go to it. The snarl of rage comes a moment later, and then you find yourself flying. You hit the far wall, and pain explodes over your body. “Klaus don’t.”
You look up to see him standing over you, the baby carrier safely in Cami’s arms. You whimper when he picks you up using your neck. His hand tightens, and your ears start to ring. From the corner of your eye you see Cami say something. Then, suddenly, his hand is gone, and you suck in as much air as possible.
You collapse against the floor, the palms of your hand scraping against the tile. You look at the newcomer. He’s dressed in a three piece suit that has to cost more than your car. You watch as he studies you for a moment, before crouching down to eye level.
“And why, dear brother have you stopped me from killing this intruder?” You glare at your attacker, before drawing whatever strength you have left, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here..”
You watch as they both stiffen, and the more brutish one takes a step forward, “What did she just say?” You don’t say anything, and he takes a step forward, and you shrink back. “What did you just say?”
You stutter the words out, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here.”
A second later, you feel a finger brush against your cheek, as the man crouching in front of you brushes hair away from your face. His voice is a whisper, as he says “I’ve waited centuries to hear those words.”
A/N: First of all, be safe kids, remember, abstinence. Anyways, let’s say Peter is in Senior year here. I made him a little older because, I didn’t want to make him a dad at 15 (: And, I didn’t really end it end it, but you guys could let me know if you want a Part two on how it ends, if not, it ends like this.
You paced back and forth.
How were you going to tell your boyfriend, Peter, that he, a 17 year old boy, is going to be a dad?
You two are currently in the middle of Senior year. Almost about to start the rest of your lives.
I guess it’s going to start sooner.
There’s already so many things going on in Peter’s life, you don’t want to add any more complications.
He’s living a double life as Peter Parker, a normal teen in high school, and Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood spider-man.
You thought Hannah Montana had it hard, but Peter’s Aunt May doesn’t even know his secret.
Oh my gosh, AuntMay.
What are you going to do about Aunt May?
She’ll kill Peter! Heck, she’ll kill you too!
So many thoughts ran through your mind, you felt– you felt like– you felt like you would–
Bam! You fell dramatically, almost in slow motion, but not quite, on the floor. Unconscious.
Your eyes fluttered open.
“What time is it?”
You looked around. It seems dark already, “I guess Peter’s not home yet.”
You get up, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You can see Aunt May from the living room. She’s reading a book, unaware that you’re in the kitchen.
You grab a glass and almost dropped it. You were still a bit dizzy.
“(Y/n)? Did you wake up from your little nap?”
“Huh?– Oh– I didn’t take a nap?”
“Really? I saw you asleep on the floor of Peter’s room?”
You shake your head ‘no’, she just shrugs it off and goes back to her book.
After drinking some water and eating some crackers, you go back to wait for Peter in his room.
You lay on the bed, hugging the pillow tight to your chest. The scent of Peter making you smile.
“I really have to tell him today,” you said to yourself. It’s been a few weeks since you found out and so far the only one that knows is your mom, who I should say, is very supportive and excited to have a grandchild. Your family was always chill with anything, so you weren’t afraid of them. You were afraid of what Peter might say, and what Aunt May would do. Aunt May is the sweetest but, when it comes to Peter’s safety, well, let’s just say her mom’s instinct kicks in.
You though for quite a while, it’s now or never.
You got up, throwing the pillow into his bunk. You were on your way to confess to Aunt May.
Aunt May has always loved you, ever since you and Peter got together at homecoming. You know, before he stormed off and left you. But before that, we were best friends. So of course, you knew it was for Spider-Man duties that he left you in a middle of a dance.
“Hey, Aunt May. Ca– Can I talk t– to you?”
She looks up at you and smile, putting her book down on the coffee table, she took her legs off of the couch patting it for you to sit down.
“What’s up honey bun?”
“Can– can you keep a secret? As of right now at least..”
“Sure thing. What is it?”
“Pr– omise not to get mad?”
She smiles, holding out her pinky.
You let out a sigh, hooking your pinky onto hers.
“Promise,” she says.
You clear your throat, taking your phone case off of your phone. There was three small pieces of the same sized paper inside.
You grab one of them and hand it to her.
“Here, I– I think you should have this.”
She lets out an airy laugh, “what is it?”
You tilt your head up, motioning for her to flip the white paper over.
She does it, speechless when she sees the image.
“Congratulations, o– on being a Grandma…”
She smiles, slowly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Muffling a sob.
Tears formed in her eyes as she looks at you.
“You’re not mad, right?”
She takes her hand off of her mouth, looking at you, laughing with joy.
“Oh my– (Y/n)! I– I– don’t know what to say!”
You can hear the joy in her voice. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing she’s happy for you and not mad whatsoever.
“Does Peter know?”
You were about to answer her question but is interrupted.
“Does Peter know what?”
You both turn to the door, Peter staring at you two crying messes confusedly.
“What’s going on?”
Aunt May, with tears down her face, walks up to Peter, grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
“I’m happy for you,” she turns to look at you, “for the both of you.”
Then, she was gone, off to her room.
Peter watch her leave, then looks at you confused.
“What the heck is going on?”
“H– how was the training?” You said the last part quietly, Aunt May thought he was at a study group with some classmates.
“It was alright, now what’s going on?”
“Let’s go to your room. Go change and stuff first. You stink.”
Peter lets out an amused laugh, hugging you, “here, now you’ll smell as stinky as me!”
After Peter got out of the shower, he walked up to you, wearing nothing but a towel, while drying his hair with another towel.
You lay sideways on the bed, “hurry up and put some clothes on, I’m gonna end up falling asleep before I even get to tell you what happened.”
By knowing how fast you can fall asleep, Peter puts his pajamas on in a snap.
You felt more confident in telling Peter after you told Aunt May, since she was extra super duper happy about it. You thought Peter would be happier than her, if it was even possible.
He jumps on the bed, on top of you. You grunt once his body hits you.
“Owwwww, get off! You’re too heavy,” you laugh.
He shifts to a more comfortable position next to you, hugging you close.
“Wait, I should take a video of this,” you say standing up, getting out of his hold. Peter lays there sad and confused.
“I didn’t get to take a video when I told Aunt May.” you ran around, getting your camera and tripod.
“Told her what?”
“Be patient, hold on,” you say, struggling to put your camera on the new tripod you bought.
You click the recording button once you got it to a good angle, jumping back on the bed, sitting in front of Peter.
“Wh– what’s going on? Why are you filming this?”
“You know,” you said, ignoring him and saying what’s currently on your mind, “if someone was to walk in, this would totally be embarrassing.”
He laughs, but you were serious.
Grabbing your phone again, doing the same thing you did before, you turn to Pete.
“This is what I showed Aunt May.”
He grabs the small sheet of paper.
At first he doesn’t know what it is but he soon gets it.
“Wait… are you?”
You nod, pointing to the small circle on the picture.
“See that little Pea? That smol little bean?”
“That’s our little baby.”
“You mean? You’re pregnant? Wi– with my child?”
You smack his shoulder, “Duh! Who else’s baby would it be!”
“I know I know, I’m just–.”
Before he could say anything else, the door burst open.
“Did you tell him!”
Aunt May stood at the door, jumping up and down.
“Yes May, I told him.”
“Are you as excited as I am?” Aunt May tells Peter.
“You’re okay with it?”
“Heck yeah! I’m gonna be a Grandma!”
“That is so weird for you to say,” Peter says, calmly.
You turn to him, with a sad voice you say, “are you not excited? Or happy? I thought you would be…”
Tears began to form in your eyes as Peter looks at you with a worried expression.
May’s enthusiasm disappeared as well, she crossed her arms over her chest as she look at Peter, waiting for him to say something.
“I– I’m just worried. That’s all.”
“About a baby. We’re on our last year of high school. We have more important things to do. I still have that Stark Internship after all.”
The grey sky filled with black rainclouds grumbled restlessly. The rain hammered down onto the roof of Tom’s trailer, sounding as if it was causing dints in the metal above as you were wringing out your wet clothes. You and Tom were the only actors needed on set today, so the trailer park was pretty quiet. Filming had been put on hold until the rain held off, and you were gathering your stuff ready to leave since that would probably be tomorrow. You hadn’t brought any spare clothes to replace your wet ones, so Tom offered you some of his. He threw you a towel to dry your dripping hair when the lights went out. You peaked outside the small window, noticing that the power had been cut.
“This storm is really bad, huh?” Tom though aloud, and right on cue, a flash of lightning ripped through the sky. It was still daylight, but the thick clouds made everything dark. Tom found a flashlight in one of his drawers, switching it on so he could find you some clothes. “Here you go,” he passed you some sweatpants and a hoodie.
You were about to thank him, but the knock at the door interrupted you. Tom opened the door, and the assistant stood under the large golf umbrella informed you that due to the power outage, the electric gates surrounding the area you were filming in had failed. They couldn’t be opened, so you were to stay in your trailers until further notice.
“Guess we’re stuck here then,” Tom shrugged, making himself comfortable on the sofa that leant against the trailer wall. You joined him, snuggling into the large hoodie he had given you to wear. “Do you wanna run some lines?” You agreed, and ran through a few scenes a couple of times together, including one where your characters were meant to kiss.
“Sit in my lap.” Tom instructed. “Okay I’m pretty sure that’s not in the script, Tom.” He gave you a cocky smile. “Oh it’s not? My mistake.” You felt slightly flustered, you’d never seen Tom as anything other than a friend before, yet here you were, your heart racing at a quicker pace than usual, an ache apparent between your thighs at the thought of sitting across his toned legs. “Shame.” Was he flirting? “Are we going to rehearse the kiss too?” “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Holland?” He put his hand to his chest, mocking a shocked look on his face, before that cocky smile returned. “You are flirting. Really? Right now? We’re meant to be working,” you teased. “Well technically, I think- I think, they dismissed us from set, so we’re not actually meant to be doing anything work related.” Tom sent you a suggestive look. You opened your mouth, about to say something, but the lights came back on, taking you by surprise. You heard the same assistant from before shouting outside saying everybody was free to go home since the gates were now open. “Guess I’ll be going then,” you stood up from the sofa. “Thanks for the clothes, I’ll get them back to you tomorrow.” “Wait you’re just going to leave?” Tom sounded shocked, he thought he had you in the palm of his hand. You shrugged, teasing him a little. “Yeah.” With that, you left his trailer, leaving him sat on his sofa. He laughed in disbelief to himself. Had you rejected him? Or were you just playing the long game? Tom couldn’t decide.
Request: Can you do one where Shawn and y/n are secretly dating and people find out by them being in a private beach or pool being all cute and cuddly and kissy
Authors note: Just though you should know I hate the word trunks- as in swimming trunks. It creeps me out.
“I bet that I can reach the
other end of the pool before you can.” I taunt Shawn, my towel chucked over my
shoulder as we walk through the hotel lobby to the pool. It was 10 at night and
Shawn had reserved the pool just for us so we could have some time away from
“You think you can beat me?” Shawn grins, shoving me with his
elbow and I glare at him, whacking him in the stomach with my hand.
“Of course I could. If you swim anything like the way you drive,
you’ll be eating my dust.” I laugh, watching his eyebrows pinch in an irritated
“Fine. You’re on woman. First one to the end of the pool wins.”
He opens the door to the pool with his key card and the overbearing scent of
chlorine hits me in the face.
I lead us over to the chairs to the side, the lap pool taking up
the middle of the room. Chucking our towels on the chairs, I shimmy out of my
T-shirt dress and turn around to see Shawn clad in a pair of black swimming
“Give a girl some warning won’t you?” I tease, nudging him with
my shoulder as I walk past him to the stairs of the pool.
“I could say the same to you.” Shawn murmurs, his hands reaching
out to rest on my waist, stopping me in my tracks. His front is pressed against
my back and I try my best to ignore the shivers shooting down my spine at his
“Are we going to swim or are we going to chat?” I look at him
over my shoulder and he pouts, his bottom lip puffing out and he looks so
adorable that I almost consider forgetting about swimming all together.
“We’re going to swim!” His face lights up and the cheeky glint
in his eyes should have been enough warning for what he was about to do. The
world tips and in a flash I’m over his shoulder.
“Shawn!” I shriek, my laughter echoing around the deserted
room. “Put me down.”
“And why would I do that? We’re just having a little pre-race
fun.” Then I’ve been thrown into the pool. The heated water surrounding me and I push off the
tiled floor, rising above the water, gasping for air.
“You ass!” I shout, wiping the water off my face.
“Sorry Hun,” He chuckles, sliding into the pool slowly.
“You won’t be saying sorry soon.” I huff, moving to the edge of
the pool where our race would begin. “Remember, it’s fair play here Shawn.
“Just see if you can keep up sweetie.” He grins maliciously and
I roll my eyes.
“Go.” I take a gulp of air before pushing off the wall to propel
myself further. I begin a freestyle stroke, kicking as fast as I could. When I
take another breath I look to my left to see Shawn a meter or so behind me.
I focus on swimming again, pushing myself to go faster. Suddenly
a hand wraps around my ankle pulling me back. I gasp, accidentally swallowing
some of the chlorine packed water.
Shawn’s in front of me now and I do the same thing to him, grabbing
his own ankle to pull him back. Somehow the race is now forgotten. Shawn is
standing up, trying to reach for me as I swim to the side, shrieking in mock fear.
“Come here,” He laughs, lunging for me again but I dodge.
“Come and get me, slowpoke.” I call, grabbing onto the edge of
the pool. He’s closer then I expected and it’s too late for me to escape, his
arms caging me in.
“Got you.” His nose brushes mine and all laughter from before
“Oh no,” I say in a deadpan voice.
He laughs, kissing me briefly. “What am I going to do with
“Hmm.. maybe this?” I move quickly, dunking his head under the
He resurfaces, wiping water out of his eyes, coughing. “I think
I just swallowed half the pool.”
Shawn I’m sorry-“ I start to say but I’m cut off by him splashing me in the
face with water.
you serious-“ Splash.
he finally stops I open my eyes to see his head tilted back as he laughs
should have seen you’re face!” He pauses just to continue laughing again.
going back to our room and you’re going to be sleeping on the floor.” I scowl,
swimming towards the steps out of the pool.
doesn’t say anything except for the chuckles of amusement.
walk over to the chairs wrapping a towel over my body, the cold causing goose
bumps to appear on my body.
I’m sorry,” Shawn says from the pool.
you’re not.” I say smiling at him, my anger from before dispersing at the happiness Shawn shows. We hadn’t decided to go public yet with our relationship so we
rarely got a chance to go out to public places together and enjoy ourselves.
right, I’m not sorry but I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Shawn begins to
climb out the pool and walk over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him.
not Shawn, it was fine, I had fun.” I grin at him and he looks at me, deciding
whether he believes me or not.
He says, returning the smile.
watch your back.” I smirk at him, and he tilts his head, biting his lip and
edging closer to me.
the worst you could do?” He asks sarcastically, pulling me into his body that’s
still covered in moisture.
you’re getting my towel wet.” I giggle, reaching behind me to grab his towel
off the chair. I press the cloth onto his chest, meeting his dark eyes. “Dry
“Do it for me?” He says lowly, and I feel my cheeks heat at the implied
meaning. Slowly I began to rub the towel over his chest, down his arms and
around to dry his back.
hope you’re not getting any ideas.” I murmur, moving the towel to dry his hair.
He bends his neck lower so I can reach.
don’t worry, I am.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, hanging the towel around
his neck and letting go to hold his face close to mine.
‘cos so am I.” I let go, turning away to grab the key card and leaving him
standing there stunned. I reach the door, realizing he wasn’t behind me.
coming?” I ask, calling back to him. He shakes his head, almost like he was
clearing a thought out of his head before he grabs his clothes and follows
awake the next morning by the sun shining through our half open hotel blinds. I
groan, reaching out for my phone on the night stand. 7:48. I turn, laying on my back, opening up twitter on my phone.
it load, looking to the side to see Shawn’s back facing me and I smile, focusing back at my phone again. I gasp.
Shawn Mendes spotted with a mystery woman
at the hotel’s pool.
Mendes found having some late night fun
with a new girl.
Is this Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend?
so many more. I frown, scrolling through the new headlines from the fan
accounts that I was following. All of them had posted something about Shawn and
roll onto my side, poking Shawn in the back softly. He groans, moving onto his
I whisper, hovering over him as I shove his shoulder enough to wake him up. He
opens one eye sleepily and slowly he opens the other.
he hums, a rasp to his voice.
look at this.” I hold my phone where he can see it and he squints at first before
he looks at me, shocked.
took pictures of us while we were at the pool?” He asks, anger lacing his tone
and he sits upright like I was.
but its okay Shawn. They had to know sooner or later.” I tell him, softly
pressing his shoulders back down as he moves to get out of bed.
sighs, grabbing my hand.
sorry it had to come out like this,” he kisses my knuckles softly.
really okay Shawn. As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter.” I smile at him
and he gives me a grateful look.
lifts his own phone from where it was plugged into charge and opens up twitter
himself. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as pictures and comments
about us load onto the screen.
kisses my forehead, flicking through his mentions.
You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.
Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.
So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.
You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.
So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?
Well, a little at first, but not now.
When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test.
Then you realized.
You have a crush on your best friend.
Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.
You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
“How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”
She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”
You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”
She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”
You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”
Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.
“Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.
You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”
He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”
“What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.
Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.
“I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”
You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.
That thought just makes your stomach burn.
School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-
“Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.
You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”
“You’re hiding something.”
“What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.
“You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”
You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.
“Peter, okay? He happened.”
Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”
You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”
Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”
You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.
Or take a shower.
Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.
You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.
“Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.
He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”
You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”
He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”
You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.
“Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”
He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”
You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”
He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.
“I need you to take your suit off.”
“T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.
Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”
He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.
You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.
He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”
You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.
Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.
“Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.
“Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”
You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.
He’s reading your notebook.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.
You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”
“Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”
You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”
“How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you. You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”
He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.
“Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“
He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”
You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”
He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.
You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”
A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“
You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.
“In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.
“Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.
“…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”
“Come on Y/N,” Tony trails after you as you continue your
way down the hallway. “they have hidden secrets.” Tony pleads with you, hoping
you’ll give in and use your gift to pick through the team’s minds.
“Tony, I can’t pick through someone’s thoughts. I can only
hear what they are thinking at the moment.” You remind him for the millionth
“But it could be something so good. Call it a birthday gift.” He grins at you.
Exo’s reaction to you refusing to wake up in the morning
If there was one thing Minseok knew not to push with you, it was forcing you to wake up before your alarm. Even on a Saturday like today he was stuck trying to subtly wake you up by planting soft kisses over your bare shoulders, squeezing your waist gently until you moodily wiggled away. Smirking mischievously to himself, Minseok scooted closer fingers poised over your stomach before giggling as he tickled you suddenly, straddling you so he could see the way you reluctantly starting laughing below him. He melted as you tried to glare at him before yawning and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, the faintest of touches as his warm eyes smiled down at you.
“well as much as I want to complain… that was a good way to wake up”
“I’ll keep that in mind for future use jagi”
Curling sleepily around you, Junmyeon would first take the time to linger in the morning with you before his schedule begins. Smiling softly down at you as he shuffled out of your bed, kneeling to press a kiss to your forehead only to be met with a disgruntled whine from your lips. “Why are you up so damn early… it’s unnatural Junmyeon” you murmur, earning a light laugh from him as he playfully ripped the duvet from you- washing the cold morning air over your body. The next five minutes were spent with you wrestling Junmyeon for the duvet, loud laughter filling the air before he insisted you eat breakfast together.
“Tell your manager to at least wait until 08:30…like a normal person…”
“Perks of the job jagiya, but you’re so cute sleepy like this”
After such a long time not waking up with you cuddled up against him, Yixing would immediately smile to himself and trace over your feature slowly to recommit them to memory, pressing his full lips to your cheek. After such a late night *wink wink* you were still fast asleep so Yixing would walk to the kitchen and prepare some hot green tea and some breakfast for you both to share, carrying it in and setting it onto the bedside table. Gently pushing your hair back and shaking your shoulder, you would quickly groan and pull the duvet over your head playfully before blearily peeking up at him and melting at his dimpled grin.
“You’re so lucky you’re adorable in the morning Yixing or I’d push you away”
“But Baobei, I’m not cute…especially not last night~”
*gets hit with pillow*
Grumpily huffing into your neck as you stole more of the duvet in effort of avoiding his insistent kisses and hugs for sleep, you would feel his pout against your skin. Wiggling stubbornly against you Baekhyun would whine “Jagi~~ It’s already daylight… why are you like this, let me eat” earning him a sigh as you turn over to look at him. Taking in his very cute pout and messy bed head you leant forward and whispered “You can’t make me leave this bed.” A sense of dread rose when you saw those puppy eyes glint mischievously and suddenly you felt yourself lifted, duvet and all, and carried into the living room. Baek flopping down beside you and handing you a controller, smirking.
“Byun Baekhyun. You have started something you’re going to regret.”
“I accepted your challenge, you’re so grumpy in the mornings”
Walking out of the the shower while towel drying his hair, Jongdae would see you still softly snoring away before he giggled at the now closed curtains he had opened before his shower. Spotting your barely concealed smile at his laugh he walked closer and sat beside you, shaking his wet hair over your face, laughing loudly and jumping over the bed when he saw you leap up after him. 10 minutes later had you both in hysterical giggles as you chased him around the kitchen island, Jongdae desperately clutching the towel to himself as you advanced. It ended when his towel did slip and you burst out laughing as Jongdae went red though triumphant he dragged you out of bed successfully.
“I cant breathe Jongdae, the towel… pUT SOEMTHING ON!”
“Look I didn’t plan on having you chase me!! towels are not durable!
Chanyeol would smile widely at your slight snores as he slipped out of bed to do some early morning composing. It was easier to think about music and emotions when the world was just a little more quiet and this morning he was filled with such adoration that he woke up beside you he knew he’d create a melody with ease. Picking up his guitar, chords softly filled the air in your cosy room and settled around him. Until Chanyeol ducked as a pillow came flying his way, looking up to see your grumpy pout. “You woke me up at 03:00 coming back from your studio, get your butt back in bed and cuddle me.” He looked at you in shock before breaking into his famous smile, walking over and shuffling his large frame against yours.
“You know y/n you’re kinda bossy…did you like my song?”
“Of course I am when you wake me this early…and it was beautiful.”
Kyungsoo would be just as reluctant to leave the warm bed as you would be, both of you snuggling together in an attempt to forget that the alarm would be going off in under five minutes. Lazy touches and soft caresses would fill this time as you felt his heart shaped lips follow your hairline softly as he slowly woke beside you. He would look down at you sleepily with soft brown eyes, voice breaking roughly as he said “I swear I am never leaving this bed when I’m on break” making you laugh into his shoulder softy as he pulled you up into sitting position. Pecking you on your forehead and laughing deeply when you try and playfully drag him back as he gets out of the bed, he’d promise himself he’d work hard to get that break for you.
“I’m holding you to that promise Do Kyungsoo. I’ll need you to sign your name~”
“you’re so ridiculous this early but I promise”
Needing to get up for an early dance session for the approaching comeback, Jongin would look at you almost in loving envy as you stretch over his side of the bed and bury yourself into the pillow. Smirking to himself as he dragged his soft hair back with a hand while he whistled, he sat beside you to shake you awake, receiving only a sleepy moan. Grinning harder as he heard the pitter patter of paws against the floor he opened the door to let all three of his dogs run and jump excitedly on the bed. You would yelp at the sudden chaos in your bed, looking over to see Jongin wheezing as he hurriedly ran out the room for his session. Cursing after him you quickly snuggle back down with the dogs, sending him a selfie smugly.
“JONGIN JUST YOU WAIT TILL YOU HAVE A MORNING OFF”
“YOU CAN’T RESIST MY WARM BED JAGIYA.”
Sehun would be starting an early morning Vlive for his Exo-Ls and trying to ignore your kicking feet as he spoke louder throughout the broadcast, interrupting your precious sleep. Sehun would be teasing fans about the upcoming teasers for the comeback when one last badly aimed kick knocked his hand to hit the camera reversal button, flashing his crossed legs and thankfully for him nothing else. Sehun’s quick embarrassed laugh would fill your ears and you’d have to stifle your laughter into your pillow when you realised your boyfriend had almost flashed thousands of fans his underwear. He’d quickly end the broadcast and burst into laughter with you, clutching you to his chest.
“i cant *heavy gasp* believe you just did that”
“Hey! you were the one who nudged my hand there!”
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i love all of your posts!! is there anyway you could write one about harry finding out that you are pregnant?? xx
When you’ve been dating someone for 3 years and having to be each other’s rocks since day 1, things were always comfortable among the both of you.
Besides comfortable, you were safe — at least you thought you were. This was it for Harry; he reached the climax. Everything was going the way he imagined it to and you couldn’t be happier.
Moments after yours and Harry’s eyes fluttered open, you sat tangled in the bed, you tracing squares on his chest while he ran his fingertips gently up and down your back.
“What are the plans for today?” You asked.
“Grocery shopping. We ran out of sprouts.” He replied, pulling you closer to him.
You scrunched your face in disgust. “No, you ran out of sprouts. I’m perfectly fine.”
He chuckled, “You really have to try what I cook. They taste really good.”
“You sauté them. That’s like eating them raw.” You grimaced.
“No, they a-”
In a second, you pushed yourself up and ran to the bathroom, emptying the little amount of what was still in your stomach.
Harry quickly rushed to your side, putting your hair in a messy bun with the hair tie of yours around his wrist before rubbing your back. You groaned, feeling your throat hurt from not even having anything to throw up because your food was already digested from that healthy meal Harry cooked the night before.
When you felt like you weren’t going to throw up anymore, Harry helped you up, opening the faucet for you and watching you with concern as you brushed your teeth and washed your face.
“Do,” He began, “Sprouts,” He whispered, scared you might throw up again at the mention of the vegetable, “Disgust you that much?”
“I think they do.” You chuckled, patting your face dry with a towel.
“Go to the kitchen and wait for me. I have to use the loo and brush my teeth and I’ll make you something to make you feel better, yeah?” He put his hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair.
You nodded before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Harry watched you before sighing. Guess he won’t be getting sprouts anytime soon.
That day, you threw up one more time in the afternoon and at night. Harry kept bugging you about taking you to the doctor but you were sure that maybe you had had something bad the night before and,
“Your sprouts did that that me.” You had joked.
What you didn’t expect was for you to get a notification from your period tracker application that your period 15 days late, 2 after you started throwing up as you sat on the bathroom floor after having just finished emptying your stomach as soon as you woke up.
Could you be…?
“Baby, you really need to see a doctor.” Harry said quietly as he tucked you in bed.
You only groaned. Harry smiled sympathetically before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
The next day, Harry had a meeting with Jeff which left you alone, thinking of all the possibilities. Before you even fathom what was happening, you were dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie with your hood on your head, getting a pregnancy test from the store. You were being extra careful with the paps, not wanting anyone to see Harry Styles’ girlfriend getting a pregnancy test. After paying and walking out to your car, you sat a few moments in the car, taking deep breaths with your eyes closed.
“Harry will still love me, right? Right, right.” You breathed out before driving off. The ride was anxiously agonizing. Different scenarios ran through your mind. What if you really were pregnant? Harry’s solo career was just starting and he had so many plans ahead. What will the fans think? What will the management think? Hell, what would your families think?
You parked the car and rushed inside the house, practically running to the bathroom before you ripped the package open and followed the instructions written on the paper inside. You peed on the stick and put it on the sink, just sitting there and waiting. Your nerves were all over the place, finally letting a few tears fall freely.
Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone’s timer, telling you that 11 minutes had passed. You shakily turned it off before reaching for the test, releasing a breath before looking down at it. Positive. You choked a sob, “Fuck!”
You don’t remember what else happened except for dragging yourself to the couch in the living room, turning on the TV as an attempt to quiet down your thoughts.
Harry entered, shouting a “Honey, I’m home!” before walking inside. He stopped confusingly when he spotted you curled on the couch, sleeping. He walked towards you, kneeling down. He frowned when he saw your red nose and tear stains, beginning to caress your face. “Y/N? Baby?”
You perked up quickly, seeing it was Harry before sighing and letting your head fall back on the armrest. “What’s wrong, baby? Why were you crying?” Harry cooed.
At this, you closed your eyes when you felt a new wave of tears before whimpers started leaving your lips. “Shhh, you got me, love. I’m here, I’m here.” He kissed your temple, looking at you softly. “Let’s take you upstairs, yeah?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he scooped you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest as you cried.
Harry put you in bed, tucking you in. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You sniffled, shaking your head. “Not now.”
Harry nodded, beginning to walk away when you held his wrist. “Stay, please.” Only you knew the double meanings of this. You wanted him to stay through all of this or at least stay now and hold you before you break the news.
“I’m just going to take a very quick shower then I’ll come and we’ll cuddle. I’ll be the big spoon.” Harry smiled at you, stroking your hair. You sniffled and nodded, curling into a ball.
Harry leaned down and pecked your forehead before walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He didn’t notice it lying on the sink counter first. But after he was done with his 15 minute shower and as he was wrapping his lower half in towel, his eyes glanced quickly at it before taking a double take. His eyes widened as he cautiously took the test in his hand, looking at the little screen. His hand instantly went up to his hair, tugging at it as he closed his eyes.
He looked at it again before a small smile was on his face. Yes, he was nervous. Yes, it was sudden. But he knew one thing; he was happy to have a child with you. And the ring in his suitcase proved it.
Harry walked outside the bathroom, smiling when he saw that you were asleep. He got dressed in nothing but boxers, towel drying his hair before he got in bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You stirred, eyes fluttering open as you looked up at him.
“I’m happy. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else.” He whispered, pecking your lips gently.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the pregnancy test.” He said quietly with a smile.
“Oh God, I was planning to tell you, I pro-”
“Hey, hey, don’t panic,” Harry pulled you closer. “I just happened to see it. And I’m so fucking happy. We’re going to be the best parents ever.” He grinned.
You let out a sigh of relief, burying your head in his chest. “I was so nervous you’d leave.”
Harry rolled his eyes, “You really thought I’d do that?”
You only shrugged. “Never. I promised you I’ll always be there and I’m keeping that promise till I’m old.”
“I love you.” You mumbled with a sleepy smile.
“I love you and our baby.” Harry replied excitedly, his hand going down to rest on your stomach, “My very own baby.”
5 minutes of silence and Harry blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, “Hey, does that mean I can get sprouts now?”
I’m so sorry that was shit. I’m going to write another one when I get my shit together :(❤️❤️x
You threw your drenched backpack, filled with the school books that have drowned a couple of time, in the corner of the apartment door. The small, homely apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. Both of you and Jungkook were college students and juggled with a part-time job to afford the rent together. Since you and him didn’t want to live among the crowded students in the University’s dorm.
The apartment was placed nearby the sea, making the rents much more expensive. However, the clear view over the Busan sea was unforgettable. Although they forbid pets especially dogs. There’s a big red sign right outside of the door with no dogs allowed. Of course, Jungkook being Jungkook got quite offended by that.
At the same time, no one can know what Jungkook really is. It’s best to keep it as a secret.
Some Elorcan smut please!!!! No angst no betrayal just fluff. (Sorry also curious but how old are you?) Thank you! (Lovvvvveee the Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes work BTW!!)
Clearly NSFW Elorcan smutfic, read at your own peril! smut under the cut~ CW: some misogynistic language
YO I DID THIS FOR U ANON, AND I’M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT?? sorry it took a little while! It’s my first smutfic, so go easy on me. I hope ur bodies are ok afterwards~ let me know what you think! ;3
Elide Lochan sighed through her nose. She was finally done with classes for the day and was now sitting on a nondescript, black couch in Lorcan’s dorm room at Adarlan University of Magic and Research (AU, for short). Lorcan had just gotten back from the gym so he was currently showering in the bathroom.
Elide rolled her neck around and huffed a sigh again. She was bored.
What to do while Lorcan showers… Not that it will take very long. Elide rolled her eyes, but mid-eye-roll she remembered that there was a magazine in her backpack, some silly Fae, female’s health magazine that Aelin had carelessly left lying around on Elide’s desk, and it had somehow found its way into her backpack. She mentally reminded herself to ask whether Aelin wanted the magazine back at dinner later.
She and Lorcan were scheduled to go out to dinner with Rowan and Aelin at 6PM, but right now, it was only 4:45PM. Propping her feet up on the couch, she idly began flipping through the magazine. Elide absentmindedly tugged on a strand of hair and loudly sighed again while glaring at the bathroom door. After flipping through a couple more pages, a few words caught her eye – an article mentioning the classic movie Titania, where a Fae male named Jack and a human woman named Rosalyn fell in love after meeting on a ship. Her arched brows raised – it had been a long time since she had watched that film. It was now considered a cliché movie, but it had been a huge hit at the time of its release.
Elide sat up and continued reading through the rather
sexually-explicit page. Seeing the movie title reminded her of last summer,
when Aelin had thrown a ridiculous end-of-the-school-year party on a cruise
ship, essentially forcing people
together for a day and a half in the middle of an ocean. It was such an Aelin thing to do, but Elide admitted
that Aelin had accomplished her goal for the party, which had been matchmaking for other people. Like Elide.
And even Manon, with Dorian nonetheless!
Elide was pretty sure she could point to any girl in their class and there was a 50-50 chance Dorian Havilliard had slept with her. And Manon pretty much hated men. Elide shook her head as she remembered.
The party had successfully forced Elide and Lorcan to finally confront each other after they barely spoke to each other during her first year at Adarlan U. But they had both often stared at each other when the other wasn’t looking, and they would make such intense eye contact often enough that their astute friends obviously noticed.
Aelin tried to talk to Elide about it, and Rowan cornered Lorcan, but both Elide and Lorcan denied that there was anything going on. And when Aelin and Rowan had both stared and pointed out that, that’s the point, NOTHING is going on, they had each hurriedly made an excuse and fled. Elide prayed Aelin would leave the subject alone after that.
However, Aelin decided to take things into her own hands with her summer party, and Elide couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lorcan and her on the cruise ship.
Aelin had all but shoved her towards the shadowy deck where Lorcan was standing alone, leaning against the rails and looking out into the endless ocean. Elide nearly tripped over the blood-red, floor-length, strapless dress Aelin had loaned her. The week before the cruise, Aelin had thrusted the heap of fabric into Elide’s arms, and ignored her when Elide tried to protest.
Elide had profusely thanked her friend, admitting that she did love the wispy chiffon layers of the dress and the delicate beading over the chest. She had felt more… confident wearing the dress, which gave her the courage that summer night to finally have a real conversation with Lorcan that didn’t involve discussing the weather or classes. And in that dress, she and Lorcan had shared their first kiss, underneath the stars with nothing but waves for miles around.
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, steam dissipating into the room as Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscled chest glistened with water as he shook water droplets from his dark, shoulder-length hair. Looking at the planes of his chiseled face still took Elide’s breath away.
Elide sat up and crossed her legs. She placed the magazine on the glass coffee table in front of her and tipped her chin up at him.
“I’m bored,” she whined, tossing her hair dramatically. Lorcan’s onyx eyes automatically snapped to the clock hanging on the wall and then back to her fine-boned face.
“I’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes,” he said calmly, while towel-drying his hair. “And we’re getting dinner in an hour, Elide.”
Elide watched him for a moment, before tugging off her pink, long-sleeve shirt and flinging it onto the floor. Her dark, waist-length hair fell over her pale breasts, which were cupped by a lacy, pink bra. One of her hands drifted in between her legs, and she drummed her fingers against her clothes.