um okay two things about this

Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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Thank you for 9,000 followers! Here’s a ficlet about Mari being protective of her little brother.


“Hopefully you can help me,” said the man on the phone with the funny accent. “My name is Victor Nikiforov, and I’m looking for Yuuri Katsuki. He said his family owns a hot springs resort, so I looked up the phone number on the internet. Can you tell me if I have the right place?”

Mari almost hung up immediately without offering a response. Ever since Yuuri had inadvertently become a viral video star after performing one of Victor Nikiforov’s routines, the onsen had gotten more than a few prank calls. One person had pretended to be a reporter but had instead turned out to be one of Victor’s crazy fans. Apparently this new caller wanted Mari to believe he was Victor Nikiforov himself.

Yeah, right.

“Yuuri’s my brother,” she said, a little heat in her tone.

“Oh, great!” the prankster said. “Could I speak with him please?”

Mari rolled her eyes. Was that supposed to be a real Russian accent? This guy’s impression of Victor was pathetic.

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as I’ve been gently descending into real hockey hell lately, I came across the anecdote that a certain famous rl candian hockey forward used to go to local pick up games, but he was so good that they made him play goalie so that the opposing team would have a chance.

when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…

Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.

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Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

Originally posted by koenigreus

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Imagine splitting up from your brothers.

A/N: This takes place S1E10, Asylum.

Before the Series Imagines

Series Imagines Season One

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

Dean x Sister!Reader     Sam x Sister!Reader

You kept your eyes peeled for the ghost that was trying to talk to Dean; waiting for her to reappear. Sam was going on about how she didn’t try to harm Dean, how it seemed that she just wanted to talk to him, but you tuned him out.

You’d been giving both brothers the silent treatment ever since leaving Kansas. Things had only gotten more awkward after finding out about your disappearance from their lives for almost three years when you were an infant. A secret they had kept from you for years; that, along with Mary’s spirit stirring up emotions, had led to you where you are now; ignoring both your brothers existence.

Sam continued talking but stopped when you all heard the same noise. Dean held his shotgun at the ready while Sam quickly moved an old hospital bed out of the way, revealing a scared blonde who looked like she was the same age, maybe a few years older then you.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Dean said, “We’re not gonna hurt you. What’s your name?”

“Katherine, Kat.” She replied, looking between the three of you, intimated by the two large men.

“I’m Dean and this is Sam and Y/N.” Dean told her. Sam sent her a small smile while you gave her a confused look, wondering why she was there.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked her, wondering the same thing as you.

“Um, my boyfriend, Gavin-” Kat began but Sam cut her off.

“Is he here?” He questioned, concerned about someone being alone in the asylum.

“Somewhere. He thought it would be fun to see some ghosts. I thought it was all, ya know…” She said while making a face.

“Make believe?” You asked her.

“Yeah. I’ve seen things, then I heard Gavin scream and-” Kat didn’t complete her sentence, she began to look around the building and you could tell she was scared.

“Alright, Kat come on. Y/N’s gonna get you out here and we’re gonna find your boyfriend.” Dean told her.

“No! I’m not leaving without Gavin! I’m coming with you!” Kat shouted at the three of you. You raised your brows and gave her a look, impressed that she was standing up for herself but annoyed with her stupidity.

“Look, Kat, it’s no joke around here okay? It’s dangerous.” Sam told her.

“That’s why I gotta find him.” She responded. The three of you shared a look, you shook your head no but your brothers ignored it. Letting out a loud sigh you ran your fingers through your hair, freaking unbelievable.

“Alright. I guess we’re gonna split up then. Y/N/N, Kat, you’re coming with me. Sam, you go find Gavin.” Dean stated.

“No.” You declared.

“I’m sorry, what?” Dean asked, shocked that you were going against his orders for the first time ever.

“I said no. You and Kat can go together, Sam can be on his own and so can I. We can cover more ground this way.” You told him as you flicked your flashlight back on. “Call me if you need me.” You said, not giving him a chance to reply before walking down the hallway.

Dean placed his hand on his forehead before rubbing his face in annoyance, “Being on the outs with her is a bitch.” Dean told Sam who simply let out a scoff.

“Yeah, welcome to my life.”


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Scott has been staring longingly at a girl across the bar for two hours and forty-nine minutes. Stiles knows. He’s been keeping track.

“This is ridiculous, man,” Stiles says, not for the first time. “You’re a catch. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. Just go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy if you do.”

Scott turns to him, wide-eyed. “But what if she’s not happy? What if I’m just another creep in a bar hitting on a pretty girl? I want her to know I respect her.”

“By completely ignoring her. Solid plan, Scott.”

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Sincerely Three x Reader with a High Sex Drive Head Cannons (Part One)

Part one 

 Requested by: Anon

 Im skipping around my queue rn, but I’ll get through them all guys

 Enjoy! 


Evan: 

 - My god was this boy nervous around you, you’re very open about sex. You make jokes and when Jared brings it up you challenge him. 

 - “Oh I’ve made some girls scream in bed" 

- "Jared do you even know what a clit is?" 

 - Evan was that kid who was so nervous that his mom would catch him that he never watched porn or jerked off until he was like 16. And due to his lack of friends and girlfriends he’s very anxious when sex is mentioned, he has this idea that it’s really taboo. 

 - You had liked Evan for a while, he was cute and very sweet, also you thought he could use a lesson or two on female anatomy. 

 - BUT YOU WOULD NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM!!!!

 - You asked him out, you could tell he liked you, and a little Jewish birdie (Jared) told you. You got pizza and saw a movie.

 - The movie had a very graphic sex scene in it, in your defense you didn’t know it would happen. You glanced over at Evan and he was having a nervous breakdown, you grabbed his hand and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. He calmed down and in the end you both were uncomfortably horny.

 - About a month into your relationship you started to get antsy, you two hadn’t even kissed yet, and the more you got to know him on a personal level, the more excited he made you. 

 - You were doing your homework on his bed one night when you decided to take initiative. You took his papers off his lap and replaced them with your body. He instantly started blushing and stuttering, "Evan can I kiss you?” He nodded and you started kissing him softly. Than things accelerated, his hands were tentatively resting on your hips, your hands were tangled in his sandy hair. You were in the zone, so to speak, and ground your hips against his. He gasped and squirmed out from under you.

 - “Ev, it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Shit Evan I’m really sorry!” You said as he tried to slow his breathing. 

 - “NONONO it’s not your fault, I just, I got nervous. I’ve never um I’ve never done anything like that. You’re my first kiss, and I didn’t want to, um get. Ya know,” he winced, looking away from you.

 - “You didn’t want to get hard?” You had to bite back a laugh, he was so gentle. He just nodded, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.

 - “Evan you do realize sex is normal, and think about and wanting to have sex is also completely normal?” You ask softly, your hand rubbing his arm.

 - “I. I know it’s just. I’ve never. I’m not vocal. I just. I don’t know what to do at all, I don’t even um watch yow know. Or look at it, I don’t even touch… myself. Very much,” he stuttered and stumbled, his face red and his hands shaking.

 - “Hey, that’s okay, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me these things. I can help you and teach you if you’d like,”

 - “That would b-be nice!" 

 - So that’s how you started to teach Evan about sex. 

 - It started with making out, and than grinding, these he ok with. But the moment you start taking off clothing he feels light headed, so you decide to be a bit sly about it. 

 - You two were going to hang out at his house and before you left you took of your bra. You started kissing him and he felt your nipples rub against his chest. He didn’t know what they were so his instinct was to push them off (like if you have hair tickling your cheek). 

 - his hands brushed your nipples and your breasts and you moaned, god you wanted more. He started to apologize but you laughed and told him he can touch them more if he’d like. He did like, he liked a lot, so he nervously started playing with your chest, he didn’t tell you this but your moans were the hottest thing (More on that later) 

 - So at this point in time Evan was okay with touching you everywhere above the waist, so now you decided to move into more Bare lands. You were making out and you took off his and your shirts, he was nervous but his excitement outmatched it. He actually unclipped your bra, but freaked out when it came off, he rapidly apologized but you were hella turned on by him doing that.

 - you were at Evans one night and you had been making out and touching each other all night, you were so fucking turned on. At 9 Evan went to take a shower and you thought you’d have enough time to rub one out before he came back. You seriously under estimated how long he spent in the shower. And Evan forgot to bring clothes in with him.

 - Let me set the scene, Evan wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, nervously walks into his room, and finds his (very sexy) girlfriend half naked moaning softly in his bed. 

- "Oh shit Evan I’m so sorry holy shit this is the most embarrassing and disgusting thing I’ve ever done I’m so sorry Ev-" 

- "Teach me," 

 - "You, want to learn how to?" 

- "Y-yes," 

 - That was pretty good night for both of you ;) 

 - The first time you two had sex was a pretty interesting way for things to start. You were going to Evan’s house later that day but you were bored so you left about an hour and a half early. You used the spare key and let yourself in, but them you got to his bedroom door you regretted it. Evan was moaning on the other side of the door, you instantly thought he was cheating on you. But than you heard "oh (y/n) oh god (Y/n) fuck me please ooh fuck,” you suddenly realized he was actually jerking off to think about you. So you entered, and subsequently scared the shit out of Evan. You walked seductively across his bedroom, disrobing yourself as you did. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination;) 

~Random Headcanon shit~ 

 - When ever you were turned on (frequently) you’d send Evan some scandalous photos. You in your underwear, your boobs, and videos of you touching yourself and moaning some less than appropriate things. 

 - He never tell you this but he saved the photos and videos and used them to get himself off when you weren’t around, god your moans were the sexiest thing to him. 

 - You two frequently have “No Pants Parties” which are exactly what they sound like and definitely lead to a lot of sexy times 

 - Not mine but I read something very similar to this in a fic. 

 You bought yourself a new pair of Lacy underwear and decided to wear them to Evan’s, you weren’t wearing pants. You bent over to grab something and Evan goes “nice ass” THAN IMMEDIATELY REALS BACK AND TRIES TO APOLOGIZE. It turned you on (cause anything he did turned you on) and you guys definitely banged. 

 - You definitely tease Evan in public, you’d palm him under tables, whisper dirty things in his ear, and run your foot up his leg. 

 - Evan loved it when you rode him during sex, just the feeling of you on him, also he wasn’t the strongest so it was kinda hard for him to hold himself up and also fuck you. 

 - As the two of you date for longer he slowly becomes more and more open about sex and being attracted to you. You were SHOOKITH When you were at your aunts wedding and he grabbed you ass when he knew no one would notice. 

 - This boy loves hickys. Getting them, giving them, seeing them later on. He absolutely loved it when he was about to go down on you and he saw the little bruises from the previous night. He also liked it when he’d go to take a shower and he looked in the mirror and saw the love bites all over his own body. 

 - He definitely uses sex toys on you, for foreplay and other wise ;) 

 - when you were turned on and he wasn’t, he would eat you out or finger you, but let’s be honest when wasn’t he turned on by you. 

 - He absolutely loved your high sex drive and was so happy that you were dominant because he usually wasn't 


Dom! Evan x Reader w/ high sex drive HCs

 - He gets really quiet but hella physical when you try to tease him in public. 

 - You two were out to dinner with friends and you all had a few drinks, you were palming him under the table, he slid his hand under your jeans and into your panties and started fingering you hard. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear and wouldn’t let you get out of your chair, and he definitely made you cum. 

 - He was more of a grope than a smack kind of guy. He’d rather grab your ass than smack it. 

 - definitely gets into polite dirty talk for example: 

- “Oh fuck, you u ride my cock so whi baby girl" 

- "You like that? Huh? I bet you like that just as much as I do," 

- "Oh god yes, just like that princess, oh yes fuck," 

- "Hmm shit your tight pussy feels so good?" 

 - Probably likes tying you down and also being tied down, very light BDSM. 

 - Both sub and dom Evan will cuddle you a ton after sex and there are many mornings when you wake up to him straddling your ass and massaging your back.

 - "You were so freaking amazing last night baby, I figured you might enjoy something relaxing. 

 - You liked Evan because he was cute and sweet, but you never expected him to be this sexy 


 Jared and Connor will be up soon!

hnnng

THAT FUCKING VIDEO IM CRYING MY CHILDREN HOW SOFT AND PURE.

notes:

• DAN IN A PASTEL SWEATER AND DUNGAREES END ME.
• HOW PHIL IS INFATUATED WITH DAN’S LITTLE CURL IM-
• “strap me up” ASDFGHJKL.
• CAN WE TALK ABOUT DAN AND HIS LOWKEY *cough* bottom ass *cough* HIP THRUSTY THING WHILE PUTTING ON THE DUNGAREES AHH.
• “i feel like i want to just do soft things” ;)
• UM WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE WAY DAN LOOKED AT PHIL WHEN HE PULLED HIS TROUSERS DOWN LIKE ??
• “aw dan you look so soft” BECAUSE HE IS YOU SPORKTULA
• “wow look at that meaty bicep, phil”
• THE NECK TATTOO AND HOW CAREFUL PHIL IS UGH STOP.
• “penis, penis tattoo”
• two words, people. chest. touching.
• “curly dan is here to stay”
• “i’ve embraced the wavy hair”

okay that’s all im done

LEE+SASUKE STEPBROTHERS AU:

sasuke has been pining after naruto for years because hes like that in every au but naruto has been adamantly straight for years bc hes like that in every au. until one day naruto meekly asks sasuke if he can talk about something personal and sasuke says hed rather not but if he insists (which is usually as good as it gets with the two of them) and it goes:

naruto: i think. i might like boys. but like. like like boys. ya know. like like*LIKE* boys.

sasuke: oh. wow. okay.

naruto: and i think. i like someone. and im worried itll change stuff between us. and i dont want that to be weird. with me and you.

sasuke: change things how?

naruto: aaaahhhhhh i dont wanna say. what if you get mad at me? for. um. liking this friend.

sasuke: [heart pounding] i wont. its okay.

naruto: i think i like lee.

sasuke: what the fuck

and its as bad as you expect. sasukes snappy for the rest of the conversation although he tries really hard not to be and naruto barely notices as he talks about how he didnt expect to like lee but every time he comes over to sasukes house he feels all warm inside and it has to be because of lee, right? either way naruto leaves after an hour after making sasuke promise not to tell his stepbrother and as soon as hes out of the door sasuke marches straight to lees room, kicks open his door, and tries to kick lee out of his chair while screaming

A Friendly Favour (M)

Originally posted by taehyyungs

Warning: Smut. Semi-not really-kind of infidelity.

“Absolutely not.” You said sternly, pulling the dishcloth that hung from the string of your apron and swiping the crumbs from the counter into your palm, tossing them mindlessly into the trash bin.

“Why not?” Taehyung whined, one cheek bulging with unchewed French toast.

You squinted at him, your elbows supporting you on the countertop when you leaned closer to him, “Because I don’t want to have sex with you, Taehyung.”

He swallowed the large bite of food with effort, “Do it for me,” he begged around the straw of his milk tea, “I am going on my third date with Yura this weekend and she’s been hinting at some stuff. I don’t wanna go in and make a fool of myself.”

“So, the only way to ensure that doesn’t happen is if I sleep with you, right?” You deadpanned.

“You’re one of my closest friends!”

“So?” You scoffed.

“So,” Taehyung continued, “You’re the only girl I’m close enough to that I would trust with something like this. And…” He started, but instantly clamped his mouth shut, looking away from you to focus on stirring his drink.

“And?” You pressed.

“And…” He trailed off, bringing the straw to his lips, but you reached out and snatched the glass from him, giving him an expectant glare.

“And Yoongi’s said some things…” He muttered in a rush.

“What things?” Your voice rose louder than you intended, earning you several glances from different patrons and a few of the waiting staff. You cleared your throat, ducking your head closer to Taehyung to try and hide the blush that no doubt coloured your cheeks.

Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, his fingers tapping the edge of the countertop, “Okay, don’t be mad.”

You just looked at him, and he nodded in understanding before continuing, “I was talking to him like a week ago, and I was asking him about what to do, you know, if things with Yura escalated. And he made references to when you two were together…”

“Oh my God.” You groaned, your hand coming up to cradle your face.

“It wasn’t anything bad!” He waved his arms frantically, as if to lessen the blow, “He just gave me some advice, and he said you were really, um, good?”

“Please stop talking.” You peeked at him through your fingers.

Taehyung nodded again, his lips pressing into a thin line and he watched his fingers. You admired him for a second, your smile hidden behind your hand because he looked positively dejected and completely adorable. You were almost contemplating agreeing with his proposal and you wanted to smack yourself to come back to your senses.

Seconds ticked by; Taehyung remaining silent as you just watched him. Your mind was teetering back and forth, arguing with yourself on whether this was a harmless request, or if it was just going too far. On the one hand, you didn’t want to create any awkwardness between the two of you, you valued your friendship with him too much. On the other hand, he was very obviously attractive, and he only made it sound like it was a one time thing. Another small part of you also may have been thinking about getting back at your ex-boyfriend for gossiping about something as personal as your sex life.

“Okay, I have some conditions,” You said finally, dropping your hand to the counter with a thud. Taehyung perked up instantly, his eyes wide with excitement. “This happens once, okay. That’s it. You don’t get to tell anyone about it. And lastly, after this happens, everything goes back to normal.”

“YesOkayWhatever!” Taehyung cheered in a rush, rising out of his seat so quickly that the stool skidded behind him. He threw his arms around you over the counter, peppering kisses to your cheek.

You struggled in his hold, trying to wedge your hands between your bodies to pry him off of you, but it was no use. Finally, with a particularly firm jab to his ribs with your two fingers, he released you with a grunt.

“So,” He started, his hand rubbing against his sore spot as he looked at any point in the restaurant that wasn’t your face, “When do we do this?”

You shrugged a shoulder, “When’s your date?”

“Tomorrow,” He blinked, eyes finally settling on you.

Your eyes narrowed before slipping closed, tipping your head back with a long sigh, “Then I guess it would have to be tonight.”

“Someone’s eager, hm?” He taunted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You balled the dishcloth in your hand and flung it at him, hitting him square in the face. Taehyung swatted the cloth away, throwing it to the ground and almost knocking over his drink in the process. “Rude.” He grumbled.

You flashed a quick smile that didn’t meet your eyes, “I’ll be by your place at seven. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

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Directions || Jughead Jones

Request from anon: Hey! I hope you’re having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a male reader x jughead where the reader is new to the school and gets lost so jughead offers to help him? Thank you!

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Room 402. Room 402. Where was room 402? 406, 404, 400. Wait, what?!

You looked between rooms 400 and 404, letting out a scoff of disbelief when you realized room 402 was nowhere to be found.

What the hell?

The bell rang and the crowd of people in the hallway dispersed, leaving you alone.

You sighed.

Great. How were you supposed to get to class now?

“Need help?” a voice asked from behind you, making you jump and turn around.

A beanie-clad boy with bright blue eyes chuckled at your reaction and made his way over to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you said and cleared your throat. “That’d be great. Thanks.”

The teen took your schedule and looked at it.

“Ah yes, the dreaded room 402,” he chuckled. “When they built this godforsaken school, they messed up the numbers and put room 402 in the east wing instead. So just take a left here, go straight, and then the third right you see, take it and the classroom should be on your left.”

You looked at him wide-eyed.

The raven-haired teen laughed.

“How about this? I show you where it is.”

You nodded.

“That would be helpful.”

The teen laughed again.

“Alright,” he said as the two of you began to walk. “By the way, I didn’t ask you what your name was.”

“Oh, I’m Y/N.” you said as you held your hand out.

The beanie-clad boy took it and smiled as the two of you shook hands.

“I’m Jughead.”

The two of you were silent for a minute, unsure of what to say.

“So what brings you to the fine town of Riverdale?” Jughead asked.

“Well… Um…” you began. “My parents divorced. My dad got remarried and my mom wanted to move back to her childhood town. So here I am.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.” Jughead said.

You shrugged.

“It’s okay,” you said. “It was a long time coming.”

Jughead nodded and the two of you were silent again.

“My parents separated a while back. My mom took my sister and moved in with my grandparents. My dad and I stayed here.” Jughead revealed.

“Ah, I see.” you said. “Good to know that there’s someone here who knows what it feels like. Divorce, separation. That kind of thing.”

Jughead nodded again.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“I’m from Toledo.”

The Jones boy perked up at the name of the city.

“Toledo, huh?” he asked. “My mom and sister live there.”

“Oh really? Cool.”

Jughead smiled at you before he stopped, looking at the door behind you.

“This is it. Room 402.” he said.

You looked at the number on the door before turning back to Jughead.

“Well, um, thanks for walking me.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Anytime,” he said. “Want me to meet you here after the period’s over? I could walk you to your next class. You know… just so you can get your bearings of the school.”

You smiled, feeling a fluttering in your stomach.

“I’d like that.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!

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Memorable Night

Castiel x Reader

Summary: You have to explain to Castiel that his gift is a little more special than planned.

Warnings: fluff, language, implied smut

Word count: 1102

Originally posted by flydestiel

Linking arms with the angel beside you, you leaned into him and enjoyed the warmth radiating off him. It wasn’t a particularly cold night out, but you always enjoyed feeling his body warmth. “What’s the occasion for all of this anyways?” You asked, walking in sync with Castiel.

His head lowered to look at you, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “You…don’t remember?” He sounded hurt.

Of course you remembered. How could you forget that it was your fourth anniversary with him? “No, no. I remember. It’s just…previous years we usually just spent the night in our bedroom.”

A small smile spread across his lips as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you impossibly closer. “That’ll come later.” He said, taking a turn down the streets and pulling you towards the small town square. The town you were staying at was gorgeous, of course you’d never admit that to Sam. You originally just wanted to go back to the bunker after you finished hunting but Sam had persuaded you into staying for the night. You had put up a fight, but you knew you weren’t going to win anyways.

“Seriously though…it’s getting late, Cas.” You whined, standing in the middle of the gazebo where he had pulled you to. “Why are we here?”

His smile only seemed to grow as he pulled out a blue box from his trench coat pocket. “I know you said we weren’t going to buy each other any gifts…” He murmured, glancing from the box back to you. “But I saw how much you liked it earlier and I knew it would be perfect.”

“Cas-” You tried to speak up, but he obviously hadn’t finished his little speech. Did he even know?

“I love you, Y/n.” Castiel said, his bright blue eyes looking straight into yours. His pupils dilated with love and he grabbed hold of your hand. “This gift is only a small fragment of how much I love you. No gift can begin to describe how in love I am with you.”

You wanted to open your mouth and explain the mishap but your throat ran dry, all you could do was listen to him and nervously wait for him to open the box. “Happy anniversary, Y/n.” He smiled and leaned in to peck you on the lips before opening the box, revealing what you were looking at less than twelve hours ago just across the street.

The gold ring sat perfectly in the box, the small but beautiful diamond sparkling in the gazebos fairy lights. Goosebumps rose to your skin and suddenly you felt much colder than it was, your hands began to shake and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the ring. “Cas,” You finally breathed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I-It’s beautiful. I l-love it.”

“Try it on. It should fit.” He said, obviously not catching on to your nervous reaction. He didn’t know, did he?

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Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanfiction Chapter 8)

Hey y’all! Sorry for the wait! Chapter 9 is on the way! Thanks again for all the support! Also I have decided that this story will be 10 chapters! So expect chapter 9 soon and then it’s on to the final chapter! 

Want to read from the beginning? Here you go!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156859812181/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

Lance has admitted all of his secrets and he’s feeling better by the day. But the things he said begins to bother certain members of the team.

Chapter 8: Well, Fuck Yeah.

The team held onto Lance while he cried for a long time and when he finally got a hold of himself he was rather sad that they let go. Shiro had a hand on Lance’s back, gentle and firm and Lance was grateful.

“Hey buddy, how are you feeling?” Shiro asked, sounding a little concerned.

Lance knew his eyes were red, he could feel them getting hot and puffy. He rubbed away his tears with the back of his hand before nodding.

“Yeah I’m feeling better.” Lance said, “We should probably head back.” He said, taking a last look at the colorful scenery. Everyone followed suit taking a long look too, beginning to understand why Lance would come here to think, it was calm and peaceful.

Lance got up, legs a little shaky and the rest of the team followed. Lance climbed into the Blue lion while the rest climbed into the Black lion, giving Lance the time to process everything that had just happened. He just admitted to a lot of stuff and he felt bad about it. They had enough problems as it is and here is Lance, freaking out, running away and admitting every dark secret. He shook his head, he needed to stop thinking like this. They were a team and he was a part of that team and what affects one affects all. He shouldn’t feel bad for having an emotional break down, even if it was embarrassing to admit. It wasn’t his fault.

Lance sat in front of the control panel, letting it all sink in a little bit before closing his eyes and leaning back, allowing Blue to enter his mind. He saw through her eyes again, watching as the rest of the team climbed into the Black lion. His team. Their team. He knew that now.

He still couldn’t believe that they had apologized to him. But to be honest he couldn’t believe a lot of things right now. It would take some getting used to. Blue ascended into the light yellow sky, glancing back at the green ocean before floating among the stars. The Black lion following right behind. This time as Lance floated he looked at the dark beauty around him and space finally began to feel like home.


When the lions landed in their hangars, Blue had to enter with Black in Black’s hangar because well, they broke theirs a little while ago. So when Blue landed in the hangar, Lance took a little time to come back to himself and just sit and breathe. When he did finally emerge from Blue, climbing down the ramp, Allura and Coran were waiting for him with the rest of the team behind them.

As soon as Lance’s feet hit the hangar floor, Allura barreled into him her arms flinging around his neck in one of the tightest hugs he’s ever had (and he was best friends with Hunk). Lance hesitated, was he even allowed to hug her back? She’s like a space princess. But eventually he did, gently placing his arms around her back.

“Lance, I’m so sorry I’ve been so hard on you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was happening sooner. I failed you as your leader, however I’m going to do my best to be better.” She paused, “You are a part of this team. We would not be the same without you and I mean that.” She said.

Lance took a moment to bury his face in her beautiful hair, it reminded him of his oldest sister, before letting her go only to be attacked by Coran who gave him an equally crushing hug. What was up with these Alteans and their death hugs? Lance squeezed back, hard.

“You silly boy, I’m so sorry. I’m supposed to keep you healthy and make sure everything is going fine. But I failed to notice anything amiss. Remember you are the blue paladin of Voltron, someone who helped defeat Zarkon and has saved the universe more times than we can count. You are so so important my boy, please remember that.” Coran said, backing up but still holding onto Lance’s shoulders, squeezing them before letting go.

Lance could only nod, not sure if he could open his mouth and not burst into tears again. Coran clapped him on the back and they all began to exit the hangar. But Lance was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder that belonged to Shiro. The rest of the team gave a curious look before continuing out of the hangar leaving Lance and Shiro alone with their lions.

Lance looked at Shiro with curiosity and slight nervousness. But Shiro looked kind of nervous himself so it made Lance feel better.

“Hey Lance, I just wanted to say that um… about what you said… you can always come talk to me. If you want to. I don’t usually sleep much either so if you ever need company…” Shiro trailed off scratching his neck, “I hope you know that you can come to me, anytime. Really. My door is always open.” Shiro said.

Lance blinked, a little surprised but he nodded.

“Yeah… uh thanks Shiro.” Lance said.

“Also, one more thing.” Shiro said before taking a deep breath and straightening his shoulders, “I wanted to apologize. I know I haven’t been the best leader to you or even a good friend and I should have. Pidge and Hunk made me realize that.” Said Shiro.

What? No, Shiro you’re-“ Lance began.

“Let me finish.” Shiro said, raising a hand to stop Lance from talking.

Lance shut his mouth.

“I know that I have been kind of ignoring everyone on the team, except for Keith. I’ve been paying a lot of extra attention to him and I realize that now. It might be because I’ve known him for so long, however that’s not an excuse.” Shiro took a breath, “I realized that when you were gone, I didn’t know much about you or Hunk for that matter. So when you were sleeping the day after you got out of the healing pod, I asked Hunk about you… and I realized I hadn’t even tried to get to know you this entire time despite everything we’ve been through and how long we’ve been together as a team.”

Shiro set his shoulders, looking determined.

“But I’m going to do better, I’m going to be better so that you and everyone on the team can trust me and tell when things are going on. I’m going to try really hard.” Shiro took a breath, “But I need this to be a two way street, and when you’re ready I hope you’ll come talk to me, instead of hiding things like before. Can we do that Lance?” Shiro asked sincerely.

Lance took a minute to process everything Shiro had just said. But he nodded.

Shiro smiled, “Good.” And he was about to turn to leave when Lance started to talk.

“Shiro wait, now it’s time you listen to me for a minute. Shiro, you’re a great leader. I know that. And um… don’t ever think otherwise okay? I really look up to you and I know you’re doing your best. Can you sometimes be a little narrow sighted? Yeah, sure but hey we’re all human here right?” Lance said with a smile, “That includes Keith, by the way.” Lance said cracking his first Galra joke before moving on, “So don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re honestly not much older than me and look at what you’re trying to do. Protect the universe, that’s like crazy stressful. So just cut yourself some slack okay?” Lance said, smiling at Shiro.

Shiro let the words wash over him. How was Lance so good at this? Every time something happened to him he just seemed to bounce right back and make the other party feel better. He understood everyone and what they were saying. He was just… so good with people. Understanding them, listening to them and giving advice, reminding Shiro that he too was just a person. It was funny how much Lance understood others yet had no idea when it came to himself. Shiro smiled.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks Lance.” Shiro said.

The two paladins smiled at each other before walking out of the hangar together. Lance feeling better by the second.


Everything returned to the way it was, except this time everyone paid more attention to Lance. Or Lance felt that way. But really they were just acknowledging him more than they had previously. It was something that Lance was slowly getting used to. He cracked more jokes because he’d actually get a laugh or two before they moved on to serious subject matter. Lance spent more time with everyone and when he saw his hallucinations he didn’t bother to hide it, not that he fully acknowledged it either. Lance was sure if he just started to talk to empty space that would kind of freak everyone out even if they knew what was up now.

Lance rejoined missions and he loved it. At first he was a bit nervous not having flown Blue in battle in a while or the fact that he hadn’t formed Voltron in a while either. But when he and Blue flew together his worries disappeared and they fought the Galra and anyone else just as they had before. And Voltron was even easier to form when they were together, if a little overwhelming. Not only were Lance and Blue together but they were also together with everyone else. Lance could feel how powerful the lion bonds were and it was kind of crazy. Another thing Lance was going to have to get used to.

After a couple of days Allura came with a suggestion.

“I think we’re going to visiting the planet Kann with the Noo and Goo.” Allura said to the team who were gathered around the dining room table for dinner.

“They requested that Lance make an appearance there once he was recovered, since we are near the planet and have yet to find a distress beacons I think now is a good time.” Allura said.

“Really?” Lance asked, eyes lit with excitement.

Allura smiled, “Really.” She said.

Lance laughed and gave a shout of excitement.

Keith spoke up, “When we went to go ask for allies to come and get you they agreed right away when they knew you were in trouble. They said you helped them make negotiations smoother.” Keith stated, “I was wondering when exactly you did that… I can’t remember you sneaking off to talk to them last time we were there.” Keith admitted.

Lance blinked, a little embarrassed.

“Oh yeah… I did it when everyone was sleeping.” Lance admitted.

“The Noo and Goo don’t need to sleep as much because their days are longer and the nights are pretty short. So when I figured that out, I don’t know, I just had this crazy idea that I could help somehow.” Lance scratched his neck thinking back, “I guess when we were down on the planet and Allura was trying to negotiate with them to join together and join the Voltron alliance she kept making it about the bigger picture. Which is great and works for a lot of people but I thought that maybe they were more concerned about how it could benefit them right now. So I went down to the planet while you guys were sleeping and asked each party what they were most concerned about at the moment, like what needed fixing right now.” Lance smiled.

“It turns out they were pretty concerned about the same thing. It’s just that they had different ways of going about it. So the next night I went down again and I told each party about the other. They were pretty stubborn but by the end of it they were willing to meet. So they did, we didn’t get very far but I think it was enough to show them that they weren’t so different from each other after all. Then the next day they sign the negotiation agreement!” Lance said beaming.

“I didn’t tell you guys because, most of the time my ideas get shot down because they’re not the greatest or most thought out. And I thought that I should just do it myself, that way if it went wrong you guys could just blame it on me. But I just had to try and so I did.” Lance finished.

Allura blinked, “Lance you are so observant.” She stated like it was a fact.

What? No-“ Lance began.

“No really, you are. I think I need you to help me negotiate more often. I hadn’t even realized that that strategy might work. Usually I just try the same thing every time maybe with a little variation but of course, you’re right. Every planet and people we come across is different! And so they need different treatment and approaches! Honestly you’re brilliant Lance!” Allura said with absolute sincerity.

Lance was a little floored, the Princess never complimented him that way before. So he just sheepishly smiled.

“Thanks Princess.” He said quietly, a light blush on his cheeks.

And so it was decided they were going to Kann within the next two days and Lance was so excited to see them again. Although they had been hard to talk to at first, he actually became quite good friends with the Noo and Goo on the planet. The sleep deprivation was totally worth it.


They did land on Kann two days later and the size and intensity of the crowd was almost too much for Keith to handle, but luckily he didn’t have to deal with them. They were here for Lance, not anyone else on the team. So Keith watched as the crowd grew bigger as they descended toward the planet’s jungle surface. Bright feathered faces and shiny bright scales made a cascade of every color of the rainbow as fish and bird humanoid aliens waited for Lance to climb out of the blue lion.

The rest of the team descended from their lions with Lance emerging a bit afterwards, whether it be because he needed a little time to himself before being attacked or for dramatic flair, Keith wasn’t able to tell. However Lance did eventually descend the ramp from his lion and the sound was so loud that Keith was convinced that he blew an ear drum. The aliens shrieked and yelled as their beloved paladin came to them, some not waiting until he made it to the ground to greet him. Instead they climbed up the ramp, grabbing him by the hand before Lance was completely swallowed by the crowd still shouting from glee. Keith smiled to himself, Shiro stepping up behind him to watch, the rest of the team following suit.

“They really do love him.” Shiro stated with satisfaction and wonder.

“Yeah.” Keith agreed.

Keith felt a slight pain in his heart as he watched though. What was it? Jealously? Maybe. He wondered how Lance became friends, or more like a hero to an entire planet in the three days he was here. He was amazed by his ability to befriend people and wondered why Lance had ever let him step foot in the Black lion when Lance was clearly… better. He was just better and he didn’t even know it.

Keith still thought about what Lance had said to them on the beach.

So I worked hard really hard. Really hard. I got to the top of the cargo pilot class and when I was upgraded to fighter class I thought my hard work had paid off. But I only got in because Keith dropped.

And believe me they really liked to remind me of that. Every time I fucked up they would remind me that I was just a replacement for the best pilot of our generation.

In the Garrison I was already competing against you Keith, even if you weren’t there… I honestly hated you. I don’t anymore but I was jealous and mad and I didn’t even know you. I’m sorry about that.

Keith knew that Lance wasn’t blaming him now, but the thought that he had really bothered him. Lance honestly didn’t like him, at least in the beginning. Although Keith always thought he was just a big goofy flirt that annoyed him, but he never hated Lance. But Lance admitted that at some point he had hated him but that he had changed his mind. But why? Keith never made any attempt to fix the problem so why did Lance consider him his friend, if that’s what they even are now. Keith thought they were but he wasn’t so sure. If he could actually get Lance out of that crowd anytime soon, he’d ask.


Keith got his opportunity during the banquet that the Noo and Goo held for their blue paladin to celebrate his full recovery and to thank him for his hard work. The start of the party was spectacular with drinks and food lining every flat surface. Lance was surrounded for what seemed like forever but towards the end of the festivities Keith noticed Lance was nowhere in sight. Keith went looking around. The party was taking place in a castle made from the vegetation of the jungle around them as well a glowing crystal which was like a clear version of the Balamerian crystals they’ve seen. It was really beautiful. The Goo claimed that their underwater castle was better, however they agreed that a party on land was more suited for the human paladins.

Keith exited the main hall, looking for someplace that Lance would go. It took Keith a minute to think about it but eventually he concluded that Lance probably wanted some fresh air, and he was right.

Keith found Lance on a balcony overlooking the water, quite a way from the rest of the party. Lance was bent over the railing, head resting on his hands, staring out at the scenery. Even Keith admitted that it looked pretty peaceful.

“Couldn’t handle the attention?” Keith asked with a smirk.

Lance didn’t even flinch.

“Yeah, something like that.” Lance said straightening but still looking at the scenery.

Keith joined him in the staring, letting the breeze go through his hair.

“Are you… okay?” Keith asked.

Lance turned to look at him slightly before looking at the landscape.

“Yeah I just needed a minute. They mean well but everyone is kind of a handful, reminds me of my own house back home.” Lance said, laughing.

Keith nodded liked he understood, he didn’t really although since living with everyone on the Voltron team he was getting better.

They stared in silence for a while before Lance began to turn away, Keith knew it was now or never so he gently grabbed Lance’s arm, surprising him.

“Hey, wait. Can I ask you something?” Keith asked, suddenly nervous.

Lance blinked but nodded.

“Yeah, sure.” Lance said. Keith dropped his arm and Lance rejoined Keith, watching him.

“I um… I was thinking about everything you’ve said and um….” Keith scratched his neck, this was very hard, “I was wondering… are we friends?” Keith asked sincerely, he was slightly embarrassed by the question. He didn’t think you normally asked this sort of thing but he had to know.

Lance looked a little shocked by the question too but he nodded.

“Yeah, I think we are!” Lance said with certainty.

Keith relaxed, well that was good to know.

“Why do you ask?” Lance asked him, looking concerned.

“Well, all the stuff you said at the beach I felt like you were blaming me. Which I think part of the stuff is my fault but then I know you’re not but… I felt like you were. Then I realized I didn’t do anything to try and change your mind. So I thought we were friends before, but friends don’t just fight with their friends and I realized that’s all I did with you. Fight. Shiro’s my friend and I don’t fight with him so I guess I was wondering because… when did you decide to be friends with me?” Keith asked, he knew he was babbling that the words were falling out and probably didn’t make a lot of sense but he couldn’t stop himself.

Lance blinked and then looked at the scenery again, thinking hard before turning back to Keith.

“First of all, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You shouldn’t feel bad because of what I thought of you when we first met. Yes at first I hated you, but I admired you too. I wanted to be you, cool, talent but you know, without the mullet.” Lance smiled, receiving a punch from Keith, “God, be gentle with me!” Lance laughed.

He continued.

“In terms of when I stopped I think it honestly was the goo fight when the Princess locked us in handcuffs, and I realized I didn’t hate you. I didn’t necessarily like you, but I didn’t hate you. Since then I think it’s gotten better. But I think I became your friend while Shiro was missing.” Lance admitted.

They were silent for a little bit. For Keith spoke.

“When he went missing, I thought for sure you would try to convince me not to pilot the black lion. Given the recent times you accused me of being reckless, which is true. But why did you turn so suddenly? You were the first one to tell me to lead Voltron.” Keith said.

“Well before Shiro went missing I knew he would want you to pilot the black lion when he was gone.” Lance said.

Keith looked shocked.

“What? It’s not like you two are actually good at keeping secrets.” Lance stated with a laugh, “Anyway when he really did go missing I just pushed everything aside because it was go time. I figured if you did try to run off and do something stupid I’d be able to keep you in line. I knew you were best suited for the job. Sure you’re a bit of a hot head but you’re the best pilot and I sure you’ll be a good leader with some practice. You’ve already become better with people and evaluating situations so you’re improving no worries.” Lance said with a smile.

“But I’m not the best! You are!” Keith practically shouted, Lance looking at him surprised.

“You’re selfless, able to make friends with an entire planet in three days, you can adapt to situations quickly, you understand everyone around you and their motivations, and you can fly you’re lion through your bond! You’re… amazing Lance. You just can’t see it.” Keith said.

There was a stunned silence between the two of them. Then Lance spoke.

“But I can’t make the tough decisions. You can.” Lance said taking a breath, “No matter what you say, I don’t have the guts to be a good leader. Maybe all those things you said are true, but in the end I can’t make the call. What’s a good leader if he’s only willing to sacrifice himself?” Lance asked.

Keith’s memories flashed across his mind. Lance’s face as he pushed Keith and Pidge over the console board, eyes hard and smile sad.

“That’s why you’re second-in-command and not me. You’re willing to make those calls, I’m not. I’m too attached to everyone and everything. I can’t do it. But that’s okay with me. That’s why you and Shiro are the leaders. Not me.” Lance finished.

Keith nodded, understanding.

“I haven’t thanked you.” Keith said.

Lance blinked, “For what?” he asked.

“You were the first one to not make a big deal of me being Galra. You kept me in line when Shiro was missing and you’ve saved my ass as many if not more times that I’ve save yours. Thanks, Lance.” Keith said with a genuine smile.

There was a pause before Lance’s smile broke across his face.

“Yeah no problem, man.” Lance said.

They looked at the scenery one more time before rejoining the party.

Clip - “The Secret” - at 13:55, 18.04

Noora: Don’t you think it was nice this weekend?

Sana: At the party?

Noora: Yes? I thought it was really nice.

Sana: Yeah, sure.

Noora: So many new, nice people.

Sana: So you liked them?

Noora: Yes! Like, for example, that guy Yousef, do you know him well?

Sana: Yousef?

Noora: Yeah, your brother’s buddy.

Sana: Hmm, no, not so well.

Noora: Well, he was quite charming.

Sana: If you find immaturity charming…

Noora: Sana, he did seem quite mature.

Sana: Believe me, you don’t want a muslim boy.

Noora: Why not?

Sana: Because just..believe me, they’re together with Norwegian girls just to use them. And as soon as they become serious, when they actually want to have a proper woman in their life, they marry a muslim girl, and they’ll ditch you.

Noora
: Don’t you think that’s a bit of a generalising thing to say, or..?

Sana: It isn’t generalising. Muslims can only marry muslims. It says so in the Quran. And why are we really talking about Yousef? Aren’t you together with William?

(Noora turns away quietly)

Sana: Or what…what’s going on between the two of you?

Noora: Um..Well, you know about why I didn’t come…why I came back from London?

Sana: Because he was working all the time. Wasn’t that it?

Noora: But..or.. that’s kind of not the whole truth.

Sana: Okay..?

Mari (off screen): Hey!

Mari: I was just wondering, aren’t you on a bus?

Noora: Yes, yeah. It’s…a russ bus.

Mari: We’re looking for someone to buy ours when we’re done with it, so I thought of asking you.

Sana: How much do you want for it?

(The girl looks at Sana)

Noora: Oh! Sana’s also on the bus.

Mari: Yes. Uh, 300.000.*

Vilde: What?

Mari: We’re selling our bus.

Vilde: Really? We’re very, very interested!

Noora: Yeah? 300.000..*cough*

Vilde: That’s the price of a bus.. When could we come see it, then?

Mari: During the week? I’ll text you.

Vilde: Sure! Bye!

Noora: Hello! We can’t start buying buses for 300.000 kroner! We’re five people..!

Vilde: That’s the price of a bus.. Look, all the buses are being sold now, so if we’re gonna buy one in May 2018 it’s not gonna work. We need to buy one now, or there’ll be no bus.

Magnus: I can join you. On the bus. If you need people.

Sana: I agree with Vilde.

Noora: We don’t have 300.000 kroner!!

Sana: It’s not like they need the money tomorrow. We’ll fix it.

Noora: How’re we supposed to just fix it?

Vilde: You know what, Noora? You have to read this book that I’m reading now, it’s called The Secret, and it’s about that if you let the universe do it, everything will manifest itself in your life. You just have to be receptive.

Magnus: You..know so much about the universe! How?

Vilde: I’m very interested in the universe. Like planets and stuff. And stars. The stars are shining-**

Magnus: You’re a star you know.

Vilde: That I’m yours?

Magnus: Mhm.

Vilde: You’re mine! You’re my sun! The sun is a star.

(Screen goes black)

Magnus: Wow.


*NOK 300.000 is about the same as €32900/$35175/£27655

**Vilde is saying, for some reason, “The stars are shining!” in Swedish. :)

Does anybody know/remember the name of the girl?  Thanks @nooradeservedbetter !

Also, I know it might sound lame that I translate that they’re “on a bus”, but that’s literally what we’re saying in Norway when talking about russ buses. Å være på buss/To be on a bus = It means who we’re planning to share the russ bus with. 

anonymous asked:

ohhh oh could we see chiaki, ouma, amami, nagito, and kiibo winning a prize for their s/o at like a claw machine or carnival? ^u^

Oh my Gosh! I actually did that, I won a plushie! Of course you can Anon :D

Request: Chiaki, Ouma, Amami, Nagito and Kiibo winning a prize from a claw machine for their S/O

Chiaki Nanami:

- She’s a gamer, so of course she’s drawn to these

- “Can I try? Can I, can I, can I???”

- You let out a little laugh before just nodding

- She’s instantly going for the biggest prize available

- “S/O - san/kun, stand here and tell me where the claw is.”

- You roll your eyes but do as she asks anyway

- Sure enough, she wins the prize no problem

- “Yes!”

- She’s jumping up and down with excitement, you literally have to push down on her shoulders to make her stay on the ground

- “Here”

- She holds the prize out to you and you happily take it

- “Next time, I’ll get you one Nanami - san”

- She just clings to your arm and tilts her head in a different direction

- “There’s some by the entrance” 

Kokichi Ouma:

- Nishishi, why would you want a prize from a machine when he can easily get it from the gift shop?

- “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way Ouma - kun?”

- “Well, I guess you could see how awesome I am at it!”

- Yeah, you forgot that he lies about pretty much everything

- You found that out after 10 failed attempts

- “Uh… Is that gift shop offer still available Ouma - kun?”

- “S/O - chan, I’m winning you the prize no matter what! I was just practising!”

- Uh huh

- About 10 more tries later he finally wins something

- “Aha! I told you I’d win something! Would I ever lie to you?”

- He then grins as he hands you the prize

- You roll your eyes before taking it and then kissing his cheek

- “I never doubted you for a second Ouma - kun”

Rantaro Amami:

- He literally turned around for a minute just to buy tickets

- But you were gone

- He panics for a bit before getting out his phone and calling you

- “Come on.. Pick up”

- One ring… Two rings… Wait a second, why can he hear your ringtone?

- He heads in the direction of it until he eventually finds you with your hands on the glass of a claw machine

- “Uh…”

- “I want the Batman Plush Amami - kun”

- He can tell you’re being 100% serious

- “If you want, I can try and get it for you”

- “Really?! Thank you!”

- You move aside for him and watch as he carefully moves the claw

- Eventually the claw manages to grab your desired plushie and drops it into the hole

- “Aha… Here you go”

- “Yayyyyy! Amami - kun is the best!”

- You jump up and wrap your arms around him planting plenty of kisses on his face

Nagito Komaeda:

- The two of you were just going on a nice date to a theme park

- But then of course, you found the arcade

- “Komaeda - kun, Komaeda - kun! Look it’s full of plushies!”

- “Haha, would you like one S/O - san/kun?”

- You nod and hand him a few coins

- “Think luck will be on my side today?”

- What a silly question to ask, he manages to grab two prizes with one claw

- “Amazing! Ah… But that means that bad luck is sure to follow soon”

- You just giggle before hugging him

- “It’s okay Komaeda - kun! Whatever it may be, we’ll get through it together!”

- He smiles at you before taking your hand

- “You’re way too nice for trash like me”

- You roll your eyes and gently pull him outside

- Turns out the bad luck he was talking about was just rain which leaves to two of you sprinting home

Kiibo:

- IS THAT A VENDING MACHINE

- It takes you a while to reassure him that no, it’s not he finally has the courage to step up to it

- “Um… What is the purpose of this?”

- “It’s something like a luck game where you can win the things inside… If you catch them that is”

- “Oh! I remember reading something like this! You’re meant to get a prize and then give it to the person you’re with as a loving gesture! S/O - san/kun, allow me to do just that! ”

- You can’t help but blush slightly but nonetheless you nod and step aside for him

- He carefully scans the console before moving the claw

- He glances at you before pressing the button

- Sure enough he got something

- “S/O - san/kun! I did it!”

- He’s so happy with himself, bless him :’)

- He gives you the prize and you happily accept it

- “Wait, Kiibo - kun! You need a prize too!”

- “Oh? Do you want to tr-”

- You cut him off by giving his lips a quick kiss

- It takes a lot of willpower (and coolant) for him to not overheat

Wanna Be Yours, 6/7 (Olicity, College AU, Explicit)

Summary: College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a ‘Skivvies Only’ party. (See AO3 for Author’s Notes.)

A/N: I don’t have words for how much the response to this fic means to me! Every single comment and kudos and reblog and retweet, it’s amazing. Thank you! And now the chapter we’ve all been waiting for…  This wouldn’t be anything without my amazing beta Margaret. She does so much for me and I’m so grateful! Enjoy!

Two more songs that were sent to me for this fic, and I have to share them! True Colors by The Weeknd via @coal000 and Slow Hands by Niall Horan via @ellefraser17. Ugh, such feels i cannot. 

(read on AO3)

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Wanna Be Yours, Part 6

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

One second he was watching an old movie about jet fighters and the next someone was carding their fingers through his hair.

Felicity.

She was back.

Finally.

Oliver turned into the touch, smiling when his nose brushed the inside of her wrist.

Not opening his eyes, he nuzzled his face into her arm before reaching for her. His hand found her legs first where she was curled up next to him. He sighed, his palm skating over her knee and thigh, up over her hip to her waist. His smile grew as he turned his entire body towards her, wrapping her up, folding into her. She said something that sounded a lot like, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” but he just hummed, angling himself so he could bury his face in her chest.

When his mouth passed over her breast, she let out a breathy giggle, smoothing his hair down as she wrapped herself around him in turn.

It was the best fucking way he could ever be woken up, he decided - his Felicity, warm and perfect, fitting so wonderfully against him, her giggles echoing her quickening under his ear.

“Mmm.” Oliver cuddled into her. “You feel so good.”

He could hear the smile on her lips as she replied, “So do you.”

Oliver nose brushed the opening of her shirt, her skin so soft against him. He didn’t stop there, moving until he found her breast again. Her nipple was harder this time and when his lips hit it, she gave him a stilted gasp. His body tightened, his jeans becoming constricting as he did it again. Her nails dug into his scalp, silently urging him on.

He waited for the inevitable interruption, bracing himself to pull away from her because they weren’t alone… except they were alone. Everyone had left. They had the entire house to themselves.

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The Kitchen

pairing: fred weasley x reader

words: 1100 

warnings: fluff. it’s all fluff. 

summary: fred invites reader on a late-night date in the kitchen. 


 You were in your fifth year of Hogwarts, and it was arguably your best year yet. Why? 

   Fred Weasley. 

   You had become close with the Weasley twins in your third year. They were the coolest people in your house, and you were surprised when the three of you actually hit it off. You were invited to be an accomplice in almost all of their pranking sessions (How could you resist?) and ate most meals with them. However, this year you had began to grow closer to them. You had even been invited to their house over the summer (Molly Weasley adored you). And then there was the big thing. 

   You came to realize that one of the mischievous redheads—Fred Weasley—had stolen your heart. 

   You tried not to make a big deal out of it, as the chances of reciprocation were absolute zero. 

   Needless to say, it didn’t work. 

   You couldn’t be within ten feet of him without wanting to run your hands through his hair—from where it stuck up in the front to where it was cut in a straight, fluffy line at the nape of his neck. And why did his lips look so freaking kissable? 

   There came a point where you sometimes had to avoid him to refrain from running up to him and just kissing him silly. He apparently noticed this, as he approached you one day as you were studying in the Gryffindor common room, studying with your hair coiled up in something like a bun. You had just stuck two pencils in it and let it do whatever. However, when Fred came and sat down next to you, you felt suddenly self-conscious and touched your hair woefully. 

   "Hello there, (Y/N),“ he said in his usual carefree, self-confident way. 

   "H-hi, Fred.” You flushed and stuttered. Dammit.

   He just sat and grinned smugly at you before doing something that almost made you swoon—he reached over and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart beat a million times faster and all your brain could say to you was controlcontrolcontrolCONTROLYOURSELF(Y/N). And this whole time, Fred was just sitting there, flashing his dead sexy smile. You cleared your throat, embarrassed. 

   "So, uh, do you need something?“ you asked. 

   "Yes, actually. Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

   "Besides stressing for Snape’s test, no,“ you told him. 

   "Good,” Fred said. “Because I have plans for tomorrow and I want you to come with me.”

   You blinked. “Um… Well… Okay? What are you planning?" 

   "Well, dear,” Fred replied. (DEAR?!) “I was planning on a late-night venture into the kitchen.”

   "I suspect you mean raid,“ you interrupted. 

   "Raid, venture, same thing,” he quipped, with a wave of his hand. “Anyway, I want you to come with me.”

   "Aren’t the house-elves there? And what about George?“

   "I can ensure that they won’t be. And keep it down or he’ll hear you. No, he’s not going. I want it to be just the two of us—you know, just some alone time. Hanging out and getting a snack or whatever.” He suddenly seemed quiet. 

   You tried not to let the word date cross your mind. 

   "It sounds amazing!“ you answered. 

   "Good. Meet me here tomorrow at eleven,” he said, his grin coming back. 

   You saluted. “Aye, sir.”

   ❇❇❇❇❇

   Fred was already there when you snuck out of bed and down the stairs. The moon was shining brightly, making his pale skin glow with the luster of a creamy pearl. You looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. “Hey,” you whispered, and he returned the sentiment. 

   "Let’s go,“ he added, linking your arm in his. 

   As you made your way down to the kitchen, you could feel your heart beating quickly and your cheeks heating up as if a gentle feather of warmth was brushing across them. And all the while there was the soft, glowing moonlight, bathing everything in a surreal light. Maybe this was all a dream. But the feel of Fred next to you was no illusion—he was warm and real. 

   The two of you made it to the kitchen and Fred held the door for you. As soon as you got inside, you saw that the moonlight was bright as ever. There was also a plate full of ripe fruit on a worktable—your favorite. "Oh my wand, Fred, did you do this yourself?” you exclaimed. 

   "Yes, ma'am,“ he said, grinning with pure pleasure at your expression of delight. 

   You raced over to the table and began popping strawberries into your mouth. They tasted wonderfully fresh, and you had already eaten five by the time Fred joined you. He looked at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. You suddenly grew self-conscious and looked down at your sock feet, embarrassed. 

   "You’ve got a little piece right there,” he said, motioning to the corner of your mouth. You swiped at it, your embarrassment growing. He shook his head. “Still there. Let me get it.”

   He reached over to you, and with a gentle, caressing movement, he removed the food from the corner of your mouth. His blue-green eyes met yours, the moonlight making them positively bewildering. His thumb reached up again and softly stroked your cheek. And then the space between you was rapidly decreasing and your breath came quickly and his eyes were still on yours and your lips met; the world broke into a cascade of fireworks.  

   His lips were warm and soft and neverending. They gave you a sense of security and contentment. You couldn’t help yourself—you sighed against his mouth, and he grinned in turn. He peppered kisses down your throat and across your jaw while you did the same to his hairline. After a million eternities of ecstasy, you both pulled apart, breathing hard, cheeks red. 

   "Fred,“ you whispered. 

   "Don’t stop,” he murmured huskily back.

The Entertainer

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game, you’ll forget my name
And I won’t be here in another year
If I don’t stay on the charts

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Songs mentioned in this chapter:
Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
The Crystals - He’s A Rebel
The Monkees - Daydream Believer
Buddy Holly - True Love Ways

Track 03 - Pick A Memory

Halo had a shift at the bookstore where she worked, but I was off so I was a glad to have the apartment to myself for one afternoon. I was in my room practicing a Joni Mitchell song on guitar when the doorbell rang. I opened the door just enough to peek through the crack, the chain still on it.

“Hi,” he said hesitantly.

“Hi.”

Harry dropped his head, then looked back up at me.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess.”

I shut the door and removed the chain before reopening it and stepping back for Harry to enter. I noticed his eyes were no longer bloodshot, and his hair was wet like he’d just taken a shower. When I closed the door behind him, I got a big whiff. Yep, definitely a shower.

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Moonflowers — Hyungwon | 2

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

Characters: Female Reader x Hyungwon

Genre/warnings: No major warnings ; minor language, fake relationship au

Length: 2266 words

A/N: okay so this wasn’t supposed to be posted until later on in the week, but i was getting antsy with it just sitting around, so surprise!!

Nothing too important happens in this one, it’s more set up for the actual story, but I hope you still enjoy it :D

PARTS: 1 

“You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Your words almost sound accusatory. “Me?”

Hyungwon nods. “Yes, you! My parents would hate you.”

With a grimace you nod once. Earlier you thought his honesty was a nice change but now you see he is just plain rude. “Right, well it was nice talking to you. I have to get back to my date.”

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I’m Yours | Peter Parker imagine |

Request: “Can you do a song inspired fanfic for Peter Parker ??? The song is I’m Yours by Alessia Cara make it really cute and fluff (:”- Anonymous

Warning: cute,fluff, and little bit of swearing.

A/N: This is my first imagine. I always wanted to do it but, I was nervous about it. So, I hope you like it. Also, request is closed.



Cause I’ve had my heart, broken before 

And I promised I would let me hurt anymore    

Two years ago Y/N was a person who would go to parties every Friday, instead of studying for her classes. She get drunk all the time. Until she had her heartbroken. Y/N’s ex-boyfriend cheated on her and she figured out that he had been doing it since their first month together. She spent three good long years with him. But, just realized Y/N wasted it with a stupid cheating bitch. After that she promised herself to never fall in love with anyone else. So, Y/N left to Queens, NY with her family to move on and be a different person. 

Until I met him.


*Present in Midtown High*

Y/N’s first day of school at Midtown was very nerve-racking. This school is very different compared to her old one. When she walked down the hallway, everyone’s eyes were on her. Y/N heard whispers around her. But, she didn’t really care. “It’s ok. It is your first day so keep your head up high and just walk to the office” she thought to herself. When she was about to turn to the corner. Y/N bumped into someone. She closed her eyes and was ready to fall to the ground. But, she suddenly felt two strong arms around her waist. Y/N opened her eyes and met with chocolate brown eyes. 

“Wow this guy is cute” Y/N mentally said. “Are you okay. I-I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” said the guy that was holding her in his arms. Then he let go of Y/N’s waist to early for her liking and tried to steady her for a standing form. “ I-I’m okay. I-I’m sorry too I wasn’t looking” she said. “ I-I’m Peter P-Parker” Peter said. “I’m Y/N L/N” she said. Then the bell rang.


I’m mad at you

For being so cute

When Y/N was done with getting her schedule and the school map, she went to her first class. Chemistry was Y/N’s first class. “Okay, you got this. You can do this. Chemistry is very easy. Don’t mind the stares you’re about to get” she said to herself.She opened the door to the class and suddenly the whole class stopped what they’re doing and just looked at her. Peter was confused to why everyone stopped what they were doing. So, he looked up to the front of the class and saw Y/N. “Oh my god she is my class. Never thought I would see her again” Peter thought to himself. 

When she walked to her chem teacher’s desk, she handed her a paper from the office that said she was a new student.“Hello Y/N L/N, I’m Ms. Evans” Ms. Evans took her hand out for Y/N to shake. Of course she had to shake it. “Go and sit to any seat that is available” Ms. Evans said. Y/N walked to the back of the class and sat next to a boy with a very familiar locks of wavy brown hair. “Do you mind if I sit here” the boy looked up at me. “Oh, h-hi Y/N. N- no I don’t mind” Peter stuttered. 

“His stutter is so cute” Y/N said in my head. I sat down and set my backpack down to her side. “So today I am going to assign you guys an experiment with your partners next to you. You’re going to find what makes hydroproxide and mix it with any chemical you want to mix it with. In this packet you have to write an essay about how it reacts” Ms. Evans explained while she hands out the packet to each partner.

 “You have exactly four weeks to get this project done. This is 20% of your grade. Good luck”. Then the bell rang and everyone grabbed their books and went out of the classroom. While Y/N grabbed my books and shoved them in her backpack, Peter turned to her and said “D-do you want to start the project right now?”. “Sure, your place after school” she suggested. Then she walked away and went to her next class. 


You make me sick for being so perfect
What did I do
What can I do, oh

*skipped to after school*

Y/N was walking towards the front door until she heard a voice calling her. “Y/N, wait up” she turned her head around and saw Peter running towards her. “Oh hey Parker, so lets go to start the project”. They walked to Peter’s place. “So how was your first day?” Peter asked. “Well, um okay. But if I had to choose what I like about Midtown is probably you” Y/N answered. 

They both felt heat rising up on their cheeks. “What do you like in Midtown?” Y/N asked. “Well, I just like my friends that’s all and also my new thing that I l-like is yo-you” Peter answered. They both talked and asked questions until they were at Peter’s apartment.


 But I tore down my walls
And opened my doors
And made room for one
So baby I’m yours

*two weeks later*

For the past two weeks, Y/N and Peter both go and study everyday after school in Peter’s apartment. Each day they became closer and closer,and fell in love more and more. While they were studying, Peter had a question to ask ever since they met. But, he was afraid that Y/N is not ready. But, now he thought that it is time to ask the question. “Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Peter asked. “Yeah sure, what is it?”. “How come you moved here. I-I mean i-if something bad happened or you just wanted to move?” Peter asked. 

“Is it time to tell him” Y/N asked in her head. “It’s okay if you are-”. “No, I-I” Y/N sighed. “Okay, two years ago, I was a mess. I went to parties every Friday and um I wasn’t really a good kid before. I was dating a guy that cheated me in the first month we were dating and I um I promised myself to never let love again.” Y/N answered. “ But, I broke that promise already……” Y/N paused. “Because I fell in love with you” Y/N added. 

After she had finished, Peter came up to her and put his hands on her soft cheeks and said “I love you too”. Then Peter closed his eyes and brought Y/N  close to his and kissed her passionately. Y/N kissed back with the same passion. After what felt like for an hour, they pulled away. “I’m yours” Y/N said. “ Would you like to be my girlfriend?” Peter asked. “Of course” Y/N answered.