Ever since the first trailer came out, I could not stop waiting for this movie. Finally, on June 1st, it arrived in cinemas.
And even without a night of sleep, I pulled my closest friends to the theater to go see it. What I found? A movie that did not disappoint. Most people always disagree with me when I say I am a DC fan. Seriously? Why do they always have to compare to Marvel? Can’t we all just appreciate the superhero movies equally?
With that being said, let’s take a look at everything I loved about Wonder Woman.
*Warning: Spoilers ahead. *
1. LITTLE DIANA
Bless this beautiful, beautiful child. She did a great job of playing a young Diana. I think the audience gave a collective, “Awww” when she appeared. With her doing cute little kicks and punches, it just added to the overall cuteness. But then she gives you this smirk and you know that the Princess of the Amazons is also a stubborn, sassy little girl who knows what she wants and goes after it.
2. EPIC FIGHT SCENES
The trailer alone showed some great potential in the fight department, but actually seeing everything on the big screen gives you this whole new feeling! It’s the “holy-shit- I- can’t- breathe” feeling. The kind where you stare with eyes wide open because you’re afraid that if you blink, you’re gonna miss something cool. The first few minutes of the movie, with the amazon warriors fighting off Germans on the shores of Themyscira (thank you, Steve) was amazing! We also see Queen Hippolyta and Antiope in action. (side note: my fave part would have to be her jumping onto a make shift shield that Steve grabbed and killing a sniper, taking down the whole top of the church doing so).
Bruce got nothing on that lasso.
3. Steve Trevor
I love Chris Pine. I have loved him ever since he came out in “Princess Diaries 2” and “Just My Luck”, when I was still a teenager in high school. And then he went and became Captain Kirk in Star Trek, and my fangirl heart could not help but love him more. Now, he has proven again how great he is by playing the charming, fearless, and disobedient Captain Steve Trevor.
I’m so glad he chose to do this over Green Lantern! He was great when they were using the Lasso of Truth on him, but the funniest part for me was when Diana dropped by while he was taking a bath.
Diana: Are you a prime example of the average man? (or something like that)
Steve: No, I’m above average.
4. Gal Gadot
Unlike most people, I had nothing against Gal (or her allegedly small boobs *insert snort*) when she was first cast as Wonder Woman. Honestly, I was more concerned with how the story would go, but damn. She proved everyone wrong. She played the role perfectly. Perfectly. I am not joking. I cannot imagine anyone else who would’ve done a spectacular job as her. (And take note, she was pregnant whilst shooting this).
She could be fierce, emotional, humorous. She lighted up the screen, man. Figuratively and literally. And yes, she rocked that costume! Ugh that costume! At first, I was skeptical. After all, I am a big fun of the comics, and I sometimes hate it when they change these iconic things about characters (e.g. Barry Allen not being blonde in the TV series or the movie). But I came to love it. It showed more of her Amazonian roots than her iconic outfit in the animated series before.
5. No Man’s Land
This was the best scene/ segment of the movie for me. I had goosebumps watching her climb up to No Man’s Land. Add that to the fact that Steve tells her the soldiers have been there for nearly a year and haven’t gain an inch, yet she just strolls up there like is a fcking field of lilies and is dodging bullets better than The Matrix. My heart. My fangirl heart.
Everything about it was so right. You have these bleak, grey landscape and yet Wonder Woman is wearing such vibrant colors. Then there are these slow- motion sequence where she’s blocking the bullets like some sort of freaking Jedi. And her shield seems to like glow while she’s getting hit with a machine gun and and and she’s dodging those bombs like they’re nothing. Nothingggggg. Then everyone else follows her and charges at the enemies. And I’m just sitting there like:
Up to now, my feels are still overwhelming. The story was great, the cast was great AND THE DIRECTOR, PATTY JENKINS. YOU ARE A BLESSING FROM GOD. I cannot wait for the Justice League movie. DC got this right, and hopefully, they keep getting it right.
Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos Pairing:Jungkook x reader Length: 13002 words Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood
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THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL
“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie
“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts
“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”
“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”
“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him
“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt
Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.
“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep
The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.
He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration
“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”
“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob
“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line
“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”
“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande? You have a thing for brunette girls these days”
“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair
Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you.
Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.
“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”
“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied
“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”
Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader (feat. Jaebum and Jackson)
Genre: Fluff, comedy, a little angst, some mentions of smut
Summary/Request: Jackson and Jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. So when they both walk in on you and Yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)
Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)
A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”
me: A CRAZY PERSON TONIGHT. ME? I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA TEAR LUCAS’ HEAD OFF. I THOUGHT HE WAS AD. BESIDES YOU WERE THE ONE THAT USED A POTTERY BARN CANDLESTICK AS A DEADLY WEAPON. I DON’T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT I HAD TO PROTECT YOU, YOU’RE BASICALLY THE STRONGEST WOMAN I KNOW. YOU’VE ALWAYS PROTECTED ME EM. EVER SINCE I MET YOU I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU. SO WHY DID YOU ALWAYS PUSH ME AWAY? I DON’T KNOW. BUT I’M READY TO STOP. I WANNA DO THIS…TOGETHER. WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOGETHER? I WANNA BE A FAMILY. ALISON, I NEED TO BE CLEAR ABOUT- OVER THE YEARS I’VE BEEN IN SO MANY FAILED RELATIONSHIPS AND I ALWAYS MADE EXCUSES WHY. BUT I KNOW THE REASON. PAIGE TRIED TO GET ME TO SAY IT BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SAY IT TO HER. WHAT DID PAIGE- I LOVE YOU. YOU TOLD ME NOT TO DO THIS UNTIL I WAS READY. DO WHAT. THIS.
Summary: You and Peter are best friends and ya like him. You know. Like half the fics out there. You’re Tony’s daughter too (it’s hinted at) (If you want me to write a different fic where Tony is more innolved, as in they probs get caught, i’ll do that.)
Warning: cussing, steamy hot make-out session,all around cuteness, awkwardness and dominance?? from both Peter and the reader.
Words: 3000 eXACTLY (i added “Why is he so hot?“ somewhere just to make it an even number. I have ocd srry)
plz request things i’m lonely
I don’t know what Peter is to me. Is he my best friend? Or my crush? … or both? If he’s both then by God I’m fucked. I can’t like my best friend. I want things to not be awkward. I want our conversations to flow like they always do. But at the same time, I want to kiss him and hold him and be able to call him mine.
“Y/N?” I turned my head from the window to the front of the class.
“Y-Yes?” I stuttered the question out my lips.
“I asked you a question.” My chemistry teacher leaned against her desk and crossed her arms.
“Could you repeat the question by chance?” I smiled nervously. A few chuckles came from the students.
“I asked you ‘What is the third most common gas found in the air we breathe?’” I immediately answered.
“Argon.” She smiled and nodded.
“Around 1% of it is found in the air.” Peter whispered to me. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He loved chemistry and science, that’s for sure. After about five minutes my eyes found the city out the window again. I wasn’t really thinking about Peter until he nudged my arm. I turned my head and looked at him.
“Hey- we still on for studying?” He whispered. I nodded.
“At… your place or the tower?”
“The tower.” He told me. The bell rung for lunch and we both got up and packed our bags. The teacher started to say something about the test but I didn’t listen.
“I’ll see you later?” I asked him, already knowing he was going to say yes because we literally just talked about our plans.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Normally I hung out with him and Ned but today I had to work on Algebra homework. I told him bye and walked off to the library.
Just don’t think about him in that way while he’s over…
He was late… again. Probably off saving the city. I didn’t mind. He had his duty, of course, I was just the one to suffer though. In the twenty minutes he has been missing out on all I’ve done is read through the chapter… twice. Ok maybe like six times. I got bored. There was a knock at my bedroom window and I looked over towards the noise. The good thing about having a bedroom at the Avengers tower is that my room is eight stories up so that knocking could only come from one person. I jumped off the bed and walked over to the balcony door to open the door for Peter. He was in his Spider-Man suit with his backpack on. I unlocked and opened the door. He slipped in and stopped in front of me instead of just walking in and getting changed.
“I’m so sorry- there was a-” I patted his shoulder.
“It’s fine Peter. I don’t mind it.” I smiled at him as he tore off his mask. Seeing his hair all messed up made me bite my lip.
Dammit… I’m thinking about him in that way. In the 'my god he’s so hot’ way.
Why is he so hot?
He grinned down at me.
“Did you already read through the chapter? Let me guess, like twelve times?” I laughed and a light heat rushed over my cheeks.
“Only a few times.” I walked back over to my bed and sat down. When I looked back he had pressed his symbol on his chest and his suit just slid off of him. It’s like my stomach did a flip. Normally he would walk into the bathroom to change but nope… I hadn’t realized before but he was fit.
I looked down at the book to hide the blush of my cheeks from him. I scooted fully on the bed and laid on my stomach. I glanced back over at him. He had his jeans on and was throwing on a cardigan that he probably grabbed off his floor. He looked over at me and I couldn’t seem to look away.
“I’m coming- I’m coming.” He smiled and threw his bag aside and jogged over to me. He jumped on the bed and pressed his side next to. I looked back down at the book.
This is going to be a long couple hours.
“I don’t think this test is gonna kick my ass like it did last time.” I said as I closed the book. Peter sighed and turned over onto his back.
“I think we’re both gonna do well on it. I mean literally, we’re the top in our class.” He turned his head and looked at me.
“Yeah, but we both know who’s smarter than me.” I said.
“Mr. Stark?” He said more as a statement.
“No- but my dad is smarter than me. I meant you. You already know you’ll ace this test.” He chuckled and looked back at the ceiling. I laid on my back next to him.
“I know you will too.” He said softly. My eyes became heavy and I turned my head to my end table. The clock read 12:34. I yawned and propped myself on my elbows. I looked at Peter who had his eyes closed.
“Peter?” I moved his shoulder. He licked his lips and put an arm over me. My face flushed a deep red. “P-Peter?” I asked. He must be asleep. He pulled me closer to him and began spooning me. I gasped as his body made contact with mine. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like this… so I did nothing. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, smiling and hopefully dreaming of Peter.
My eye lids fluttered open and I shuffled a bit. I felt something rub against my ass and I made an unexpected noise. A hand that was just under my breast gripped my skin tighter. I wouldn’t have blushed if I hadn’t realized the hand was under my shirt.
“Peter?’ I whispered, moving my shoulder against his chest. He mumbled his response.
"Mmh?” He said, quiet as could be. He abruptly leaned up. “Oh-” He pulled his hand away and I turned on my back and looked up at him. “I-I’m- Sorry.” He blushed. He lifted his head up towards my end table. “Shit- It’s 6:34.” My eyes widened. I leaned up faster than he had.
“No- oh nonono.” I looked at Peter as my door knob started to turn. Faster than I ever thought I could possibly move, I grabbed Peter and pushed him towards my back board. I slammed him against the bed and crawled on top of him. I covered his mouth and laid on him, pulling the covers over us. From the door, I knew it would just look like I was sleeping with covers over my head. I looked at Peter. His face was inches from mine. Even though it was dark I could make out his features. My door opened and my dad peered in.
“Y/N?” He asked. I groaned in response. “Time to get up. And don’t be late this time. I’m not writing you another note.” The whites of Peters’ eyes moved so I could tell he was looking around my face.
“Ok.” I was too focused on Peter to realize I said it barely loud enough for my dad to hear. I slowly took my hand off his face but let my fingers linger on his lips. As my dad left he muttered something along the lines of 'they shouldn’t even need a note, I mean she’s my daughter they should assume she’s curing cancer or something…’ He closed the door and I leaned up, taking my hand from Peters’ mouth. He was as red as a tomato and so was I.
“I- should-” He stuttered.
“Yeah-” He bolted out of bed and towards his bag. I landed on my back and watched as he grabbed his backpack and opened the door to the balcony. My knees were half bent and I was biting my lip. My hand lifted to my chin.
My God Parker… You even look hot in a hurry.
He stopped and looked at me. He was about to say something before he looked down and then ran out the door. He jumped off the building and swung off to another.
I actually want to die. What was that? I just like straddled him and it was weird but it felt nice and- oh my god… I almost kissed him.
I walked to my locker to put my Algebra books back. The final bell had rung two minutes ago and I decided that after I put my books back I was going to find Peter. I shut my locker and walked down the halls. The back of his head is easy to recognize. His curly hair gives it away most the time. As soon as I see those familiar curls and a cardigan I rush towards him.
“Peter!” I say as I tap on his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled.
“H-Hey Y/N.” I grin back at him blushing at him stuttering.
This boy is literally going to kill me one day.
“What are you doing later on?” I asked. He shrugged.
“I’ll probably just stay at my place and watch a movie or something. It is a Friday so I don’t have to go to bed early.”
“Oh- D-Do you think I could join you?” I asked. He smirked and shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket.
“Sure- let me warn you though: I’m going to be watching Star Trek again.” I giggled.
“I don’t care. I’m always up for re-watching a good movie.” He nodded and closed his locker.
“See ya later.” Peter said as he walked past me. I leaned against the nearest locker.
I’m going to embarrass myself. I am. And then he’ll hate me. Damn it.
I walked into Peter’s apartment without knocking, like always. May stopped in front of me.
“Oh- hey Y/N! Peter said you’d be here a bit later-” She laughed. “He’s in the shower so he’ll be out in a bit. He said he got 'webbed up in a problem’ on the way back from school. Like that’s exactly what he said. He is the weirdest kid I swear. Well, you two have fun.”
“We will.” I smiled. “Where you headed off to?”
“Just the store. I’ll be back in a bit with some popcorn too.” I smiled at the thought of popcorn. She waved and scooted passed me, shutting the door behind her. I heard the squeak of the pipes turning off, meaning Peter was out of the shower. A blush crept on my cheeks.
No- Stop thinking about him like that.
I sighed and walked to the couch. I laid down on it and looked at the rough ceiling.
“May!? Where are all my cardigans?” Peter yelled through the walls.
“Uh- She left!” I yelled back.
“Y-Y/N?” He yelled back. After his voice traveled through the walls I heard something thud and then a groan. I leaned up. He must have fallen in the bathroom.
“Peter?” He groaned. A door opened and closed. I jumped over the couch and walked towards his room and saw that his door was closed. “Peter- you alright?” I asked. His voice was pained.
“Yep- Ah- all good!” Something on his door caught my eye. I walked towards it and it seemed to be smeared on the knob. I got my phone and turned the flash on, shining it at the door. What looked like blood was dragged around the knob.
“Peteerr-?” I said. “I’m opening the door.” I didn’t hear a 'no’ so I pushed the door open and found Peter in his wheely chair looking at me.
“I thought you would be here later-” He said. He was in the process of putting a bandage on his side. I put my hand to my temple.
“Parker- I swear you get hurt at least six out of seven days of the week.” He chuckled as I walked over to him. He was shirtless with a pair of jeans on. His hands were completely clean so the blood on his door must have been from when he came in. But that didn’t make any sense cause he would still have it on his hands. “Why is there blood on the door?” I asked. He looked up at me.
“Oh- that was from yesterday.” He said and I sighed in response then walked over and sat on his bed. He finished about thirty seconds later. He stood up and looked over at me. I looked down at his abs and blushed.
Why does he have to be so hot?
He walked out the door and I sat there swimming in my own thoughts.
My god- I can’t live like this. I just want to kiss him and fucking make out with him. I sound so needy. I’m literally like every other sophomore girl. Maybe I just want a boyfriend… no cause Peter is the only guy I like.
He walked back in with a 'Midtown High’ sweater on. He walked over to me and jumped on the bed face first.
“God- Y/N-” He groaned into the bed. I giggled.
“Sometimes I hate being a superhero. But damn I love it so much.” He flipped over and turned to me, laying his head on my lap. “I mean I get to save so many people…” I ran my hands through his hair. “And kick ass… but then there’s me. Peter Parker. A nerdy guy who would be the last person suspected as a super hero.” He looked away towards the wall.
“So you want to what- get more recognition?” He laughed.
“I don’t know Y/N… I don’t know what I want.” He gazed into my eyes. “W-Well I do- but somehow I still don’t.” We just sat there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. He lifted his right hand hesitantly and brushed it against my cheek. I blushed at his actions.
What is he doing?
He leaned up and turned to me. He was on all fours with his arms on either side of me. I turned my body towards him, my back facing his window.
“What do you want, Peter?” I dared to ask him, biting my lip. His eyes darted down my face.
“D-Don’t do that Y/N. God- That thing- It drives me crazy.” He gulped and leaned his face closer to mine.
He’s going to kiss me. Is he? Oh god. This is happening.
I was barely breathing. My face slowly moved down but my eyes stayed on him. I put my hand behind his ear. He dipped down slowly. I closed my eyes, same as him.
God this is agonizing. Just fucking kiss me. Don’t be so sl-
His lips cut off my train of thought as he smashed them against mine. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his lips. He moved his right hands to my lower back. I parted my lips and moved my head forward. My heart was racing. I have been wanting this for so long. He licked my bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had never kissed anyone before and I don’t think he had either, but honestly, I didn’t care. He leaned down and pressed his body against mine. I ran my hands through his hair. My ovaries felt like they were exploding. I leaned down, taking him with me. I tugged at his hair and he moaned against my lips. My body shuttered and he traveled one his hands to my upper back and the other to my waist. He began grinding against my hips causing me to I break away from his kiss. I turned my head silently and gasped. He began to kiss my neck and my hands traveled to his back. He bit a small area of my neck. I moaned loudly into his ear. His grip on my waist tightened and he groaned. After a few moment he leaned up and looked down at me. We were both gasping for air. He smiled which made me grin.
“Fuck- Y/N-” He said.
I want him. I really do… wait no not like that. Well yes like that but not yet… fuck. It’s now or never.
I pushed him up and he stumbled back onto his ass and I crawled on top of him. His eyes widened. Just looking at him made my face go hot. “Y/Y-N?” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together again and he moaned.
I couldn’t help myself.
His hands slid under and up my shirt. I gasped as I felt his hands on my bare skin. Our bodies were so hot through the clothes. My lips trailed to his jaw where I kissed his jawline, then I moved up to his ear and licked up it. He let out a grunt and a 'fuck’ and then bucked his hips. I didn’t expect that action of his and so I let out a loud moan without realizing it. He gripped my thigh with the hand that used to be on my waist. Peter pulled his head away and looked at the door.
“Shit-” He said. After he said that the sound of the door in the living room clicked and swung open.
“I’m home!” May yelled. I climbed off Peter and sat next to him, trying to hide my very red face. He looked at me and smirked nervously, his face was just as red as mine.
“Hey!” Peter yelled back. He dipped down and gave me a peck on the lips. After he pulled away I smiled widely at him.
“You’re cute, Peter. I’ll give you that.” He chuckled at my words.
“I bought popcorn!” My ears perked at the words. Peter jumped out of bed and I grabbed his wrist.
No- no honey. I’m getting all that popcorn.
I turned him to me and fixed his hair. He looked at me and blushed. My eyes looked innocently up at him and he slowly leaned down. I began to close my eyes and as he closed his I pulled him to the bed and rushed to the door.
“That’s my popcorn, Parker!” I yelled at him while darting down the hall. He yelled playfully from his room.
hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again but o whale. lotta love, xoxo -b
I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as
I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the
happiest person on this planet.
He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.
There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress
pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.
He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.
He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.
Harry found it absolutely
hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in
“What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next
to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.
I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth
which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased
dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he
was right there in front of me.
“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my
voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of
his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on
the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting
the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.
“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which
caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.
“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and
pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”
“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I
wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”
“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely
face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed
my lips against his.
His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one
of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away
from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair
fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to
never end up being bored.
“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and
he leaned down and pecked my lips.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three
times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”
“I love you.”
I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.
“I love you.”
It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of
someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I
didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so
when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty
past five in the morning I was not impressed.
Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun
before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the
bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to
“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way
towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold
water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet
after closing the top of it.
“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel
to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his
forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”
“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come
back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.
“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,”
he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.
“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I
put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this
“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”
“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because
you’ve been working your butt off.”
“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”
“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a
little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”
“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put
some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”
“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with
a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on,
please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”
And he did.
He actually let me brush his teeth.
I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I
didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered
to do something instead of him.
He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no
one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he
was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could
consider myself to be one of those people.
“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me
with one hand and kissed my temple.
I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put
it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to
bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the
weather was a bit windy outside.
Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs
sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right
hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum
and he rested it there.
“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked
me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his
short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his
forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more
attractive than I probably should have.
“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a
light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a
I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit
when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff
like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.
God knows what would happen to me as soon as people
would find out about it.
“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it
before we gotta leave.”
“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to
play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.
“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me
which caught me off guard.
“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where
we’ll get married.”
“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep
“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.
“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”
“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting
closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the
Request: Can you maybe do a bad boy baekhyun series? It can be just a oneshot if you want! Can the girl be shy and innocent too? Thank you!!!
Word Count: 5539
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
It was an odd feeling, almost like you had been momentarily transported into a movie and you were experiencing the cliché firsthand, and it all began when your teacher announced the pairs of partners for the history project. You had been paired with the one and only Byun Baekhyun.
He was the picturesque “bad boy” type, clothed in tight black jeans and a leather jacket, even on hot days, without fail. Dark kohl always lined his eyes, enhancing the effect of his alluring brown irises. His hair was jet black and swept up and off his forehead, held in place by gel.
Baekhyun had a devilish charm to him that you couldn’t describe, his aura seemed incredibly mysterious, almost like there was something he concealed even though logically, you could guess what his personality was like. He wasn’t a complete playboy, and not all girls were fawning to be at his side, but the gossip you overheard told you that he’s had some experience. When he wasn’t out partying he was probably picking fights on street sides in the late evening, which you inferred from the purple bruises that often tinted the skin of his jaw and hands. He was indeed a very insubordinate person, around his friends he was much worse, disrupting the school on numerous occasions. But simultaneously, he was very closed off and reserved.
Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.
Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.
I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!
Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this.
There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.
“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned.
He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.
“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.
Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.
“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”
“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him.
Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.
Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that.
Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.
“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.
“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”
“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled.
You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.
“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”
“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.
“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”
“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”
Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.
“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled.
His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.
“Hey.”, he complained.
“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.
“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.
“I love you too, goofball.”
“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned.
You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.
“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips.
You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.
“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.
“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.
“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.
“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.
“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.
“But I want you to myself. And the food.”
“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.
“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined.
Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.
“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.
“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.
“Guys.”, William complained.
“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.
“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.
“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.
As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.
So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.
“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned.
Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.
“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”
“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.
“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.
“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.
“I did. Only there, I swear.”
“Why, baby?”, you asked.
“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”
Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.
“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged.
And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.
Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.
I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.
Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?
His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.
He still deserves better.
Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.
“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.
“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.
“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”
You snorted, shaking your head slightly.
“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.
“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.
“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”
“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.
“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.
“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”
“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.
“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.
You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.
“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.
“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.
Bungou Stray dogs, as you all know, is one of my favorite series and the promotional/official art is no different. They are some of the most beautiful pieces of art for an anime series I’ve ever seen. One of my favorites is the one with the flowers, which are featured here:
I actually tried to guess the flowers they are holding, even going so far as to look up examples and their meanings. Why? Because I am a sad 23 year old who has no life. <|…D;;;;;;
When you heard the words “time of the month,” as a fellow uterus-possessor, also human, you couldn’t help but to cringe. Not because it disgusted you, or anything, you were way past that. It was just a… cardinal rule in the book of uterus-possessors to always, always sympathize with others who were experiencing their ritualistic torture.
You’ve been there. But not right now. Oh, no. Now it was his time of the month. Him being none other than Park Jimin, your newfound boyfriend of five months.
Prompt: “Frick.” “Why don’t you curse?” “There’s a story behind it.”
Author’s Note: I demand more Gil!
You peered into your locker mirror, noticing that your lipstick smudged. You quickly pulled out the tube, reapplying it carefully. “Hey sweetheart.” Gil’s voice from behind scared you and you jerked your hand, smearing lipstick on your chin.
“Shit! You ok?” Gil asked, trying to stifle his laughter. “It’s just lipstick. Nothing important.” You waved him off. You mentally cringed. You could only imagine your mother’s reaction if she heard you say that. It would not be pretty.
Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.
A/N : I finally did it! I finished part 5 after three days of sleepless nights! YAy me. *laughs maniacally while clutching to cup of coffee*
“Is she awake yet?,” Jimin asked, his brows pulled together as he pinched his own lips.
It had been an hour since you passed out and you hadn’t showed any signs of recovery yet. Even when the doctor had assured him that you were fine, Jimin refused to leave you alone until you roused from this unconscious state. At this moment, he needed you to stay strong and he needed you to stay strong himself.
“No, Sir. But she will soon, I promise,” replied his doctor. He couldn’t do much, except for giving you an IV and wait until you wake up, but no matter how many times he had told Jimin not to worry, your worried boyfriend would march in every fifteen minutes, asking the same question again.
Jimin ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “Call me immediately when she’s awake, okay?” When receiving a slight nod from the doctor, he stormed out of the room again.
The moment you collapsed to the ground, Jimin’s heart sunk with you and almost stopped when you wouldn’t wake up. He would have lost his mind if it weren’t for his servants that acted fast and called the doctor while trying to keep Jimin away from the edge of hysteria.
As much as he wanted to stay by your bedside, he had to find your son, as soon as possible. He was determined to find him before you wake up, even if he meant to engage every of his servants.
But… where was that kid? Could he have run off to the street and gotten lost - or just hid somewhere in the house where nobody would find him? But then the cameras would have seen him wandering around.
Jimin shook his head. Screw the cameras.
They couldn’t catch his grandparents’ assassins, then they surely won’t be able to catch a little kid. So there was only one last option left.
Did you read the Ice Jewel interview where Yuzuru talked *bitched* about axels? Like, quad is all cool and stuff, but axel is still the sh*t. He is our lord and savior for axels XD We all know now whatever program and however many quad he has, two 3A should always be there :D
I did read the interview and if someone of you haven’t, I REALLY recommend you to go and read it because it is awesome: here and thanks to gladiolusc for the translation.
Yuzu’s intelligence and character and love for the sport shines in the whole article. His analysis and his approach are as always mindblowing. I’ve read tons of interviews in many years following figure skating, but to find something as deep and throughout as he is, it’s really not easy.
A very needed breath of fresh air after all the idiocy FS world (hi, Rafael & Co) managed to spit out lately.
Some quotes (even if you really should read the full interview, only quoting it all would make it justice).
YH When I had Jeff choreograph for me [”Let’s Go Crazy” SP], what I was most concerned about was the fact that I was doing all edge jumps in the SP. If we build the entire program upon the tracks of edge jumps, it’ll all come across as the same, identical curves no matter what. To counter that, I added the salchow entered horizontally and the axel from a counter. I think these accents add flavor to the program.
YH This program is condensed and packed with a lot of elements. If I can’t do the 4S3T with good timing, I am out of sync with the notes. If I can’t do the 4L, I won’t be able to fit with the music.
YH I was able to feel this way because of my exhibition number. Skating to Notte Stellata made me rethink the importance of skating and the extent of jumps’ effect on performance.
— Specifically, what has changed?
YH I think I really came to grasp the music—the intervals between each beat. Instead of simply pushing at the ice each time, there’s also how the free leg retreats after each push, the flow and progression of the skating leg… I became very conscious of these different aspects.
There is a strong emphasis on skating in the exhibition program, so I received a lot of training in that regard. If this had been during the off season, I might have been able to perfect it sooner and more quickly. Regardless, I practiced well each time, from which I gained confidence.
— The reason for that choreography?
YH Not getting positive GOE on the sit spin is a humiliation to me. As is written in the rule book, movements that clearly match the music is a plus. The higher the quality, the better the evaluation. Because the spin is really fast, I had to work bit by bit to fit all the moves to the music. In my mind, that’s when Prince is yelling, so I didn’t accent the beat. It felt weird initially, but once the moves all came together, it fit surprisingly well.
— It was quite refreshing.
YH It’s just that the hands always end up blending in with the legs, (to the judges and to the audience) so the moves may be hard to differentiate.
— How does it feel to hear this music [for his FP] in big spaces, such as arenas?
YH In “Asian Dream Song” by Mr Joe Hisaishi, the music doesn’t carry the melody, rather, the singing does. If you go and listen, you’ll realize the music is an accompaniment and not an assertive piece on its own. I told Brian and Shae-lynn about my thoughts, but I’m not the main character in this program. For example, I was clearly the main character in “SEIMEI” and therefore I stood out a lot. The program was made with a clear image of the music. But my intent with this program—because Mr Hisaishi’s music envelops the entire arena rather than overly emphasizes itself—in my mind, I only exist as a part of that space and I want to perform the program as such. The wind over the rink, the coolness in the air, the moisture, the splashing crystals of ice… to bring all these things into one with myself and the music. If I can put together such a performance in the end, I think that would be the best.
— Younger skaters are jumping quad after quad these days. Now that the quad loop has been secured, have you ever considered adding another quad?
YH Of course it’s important to jump quads, but isn’t the quality of quads just as important? That’s what I most strongly feel.
But, if you really think about it, the jump you absolutely have to put in is the axel.
— That has always been the case.
YH Even under the old system, your score won’t go up if you don’t do the axel. As for why, it’s because the axel is forwardly launched and its posture doesn’t announce “I’m about to jump!”, unlike all the other types.
— That’s the reason why you do two axels in the second half of the program?
YH You end up leaving a deep impression! That’s the case in “Notte Stellata” as well. I’ve always said things to the effect of “jumps are transitions,“ and I think the axel demonstrates this very well. Precisely because it’s forwardly launched, the axel conveys a special “sense of turn.” Toe jumps tend to put a stopper on the flow each and every single time, although I’ve always made it not look that way. Since the axel is forwardly launched, the sense of speed is similar to that of steps and turns.
— The charm of the axel persists through the ages.
YH The axel just gives off a special vibe. Returning to the previous topic, no matter the number of quads, no matter the number of types of quads, in the end, my biggest weapon remains in how consistently and beautifully I can manage to do my axels. I believe that is something I’d like to hold onto firmly, even towards my biggest goals. For example, even if I were to do the 4A, two 3A’s would still be an absolute must.
Why do people act like "gamer culture" is a obstacle to video games being enjoyed by a wider audience. The video game industry already makes more money than cinema and every store that sells than here is always full of children and regular people. How could they possible appeal to more people than they already do?
the hilarious part is when they rail against ‘gamer culture’ with ads for gamer chow and fucking gunnars all over their bad article
Request: Hi! Can you do a Zach Dempsey x chubby!reader where reader an Zach are in same class and reader have a crush on Zach but is to shy and low self-esteem and they end up doing a project together and things get fluffy?
I walked into Biology class, set my things down, and sat myself down. After the bell rang and class began my teacher started talking.
“So class as you all know, today we will be starting our evolution project. For the project you will need to…” and I stopped paying attention after that.
After a while the bell rang and I was ready to exit the class when I felt a hand grab my wrist stopping me. I turn around to see none other than a recent friend mine the one and only Zach Dempsey.
“Where do you think you’re going” he said smiling. I gave him a confused look. “Yo we have to plan our project.” He added and I kept that same confused expression. He sighed “Mrs. Homes made us partners.” He explained.
“Oh really?” I asked and he nodded. “We can talk about it later, like at Monet’s or something.” I suggested
“Sounds good. Meet me there right after school.” He smiled and walked off.
I arrived at Monet’s and made my way to the table Zach was sitting at with two hot chocolates. “You know, you should start paying attention to class.” He said
“Yeah I will I just have a lot of things on my mind lately.” I reply
“Like what?” Zach curiously asks.
“Oh nothing important” I say avoiding answering his question. The truth is I recently had a crush on Zach, he would never feel the same way about me though. I mean look at me.
Hours passed by and we barely got any work done because we kept messing around and making lame jokes. Skye then came up to us and began talking.
“Im sorry but if you finished your drinks and aren’t gonna order anything else, im afraid you can’t just stay here.” She said
“Aww come one Skye, you’re kicking us out?” I said and faked a pout
“Sorry (Y/N), not my rules” she chuckled, and with that Zach and I decided to finish up at his house.
As we pulled up to his driveway, I realized there weren’t any cars there meaning his parents weren’t home which was a relief. His mom is very nice but she scares me sometimes.
Zach opened the door with his key and closed it after we both walked in and we headed to his room. We spent a couple hours just hanging out and then decided to start doing work.
“You can think of ideas for this project while I order pizza.” He said. I didn’t do much thinking about the project instead I was looking at Zach. ‘He looks cute even when he’s just talking on the phone’ I thought to myself.
“Okay so what do you think we should do for the project?” He asked once he finished ordering pizza and sat next to me on his bed.
“I don’t even know what the project is about. Did she pass out a paper saying the requirements or..?” I trailed off waiting for an answer.
“Yeah its right here let me just find it.” He said looking through his school bag “AH! Its right here” he handed it to me “I thought I fucking lost it.”
I giggled and began reading over the paper but this time Zach was the one looking at me. He was just staring. I looked back at him and asked “what?” thinking there was something wrong.
“Nothing, you’re just really cute when you try to concentrate.” He said with a smile causing me to blush which he of course noticed. “Awww and when you’re flustered.” He added.
At this point I was feeling really nervous and didn’t know what to do. “U-uh thank you?” I said back making it sound more like a question. He turned his whole body facing me and I turned to look at him.
“You know (Y/N) you’re really fucking beautiful” he said and I shook my head.
“What do you mean? Do you not think so?” He asked while reaching up to my cheek and I shook my head again.
“Well you’re wrong.” He started “I’ve always liked you (Y/N). I always thought you were perfect.”
“Why?” I simply asked
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” He calmly said. In the 2 weeks I’ve known Zach, I have never seen him so calm. He’s always making jokes, fucking around, and being loud but now he was nice, serious, and sweet. I can’t say that I don’t like it.
“But I’m so fucking…” I trailed off trying to think of the right word to use.
“You are fucking amazing (Y/N) and I don’t know how you don’t see it. I don’t know how you don’t feel the same” he said looking deep into my eyes. At this point I was speechless, I had no idea what to reply. We both just stayed quiet but then he spoke up.
“Fuck, did I just complicate things?” He asked when he saw how nervous I was acting.
“No Zach” I giggled to him and he smiled “Things couldn’t be better” I said.
“Great” he said smiling while checking the time on his phone only to see that it was getting late.
“Fuck we gotta hurry up and do this thing now.”
Hey, can you write a peter x reader where the reader is best friends
with peter and has a crush on him. Then peter finds out that she is a
fanfic writer that writes about spiderman?(the reader doesn’t know that
peter is spiderman). Love your writings by the way!! thankss
A/N: i actually managed to make this one 1000 words. And honestly I’m exhausted after writing this xD. Also this one is the reader’s POV, And I don’t usually do that, so I was just letting you know.
One day I’ll become known for using unrelated gifs.
‘I smiled as Spider-man loosened his grip on my waist, setting me down on the grass.
“How was that?” He asked me, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fantastic,” I replied, “It was fantastic,”
Spider-man had asked me if I wanted to go for a swing with him, he was trying out new settings and things for his web shooters.’
“Y/N! It’s time for dinner!” My mom called for me from the kitchen.
“One sec!” I called back to her, as I saved a draft for my new fanfic. How was it possible I had gained almost four thousand new followers in the past week!? I cleared my throat as I rushed into the kitchen.
“What have you been up to?” My mother asked curiously, handing me a dinner plate.
“Probably more of her writing.” My brother interrupted.
“So?” I asked him, shoving a piece of salad into my mouth. He stuck his tongue out and I rolled my eyes. “So, I like to write, it’s not hurting anyone.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, but it’s allllllllll You do!”
“Alright you two.” My mom sat down at the table. “Y/N? You don’t have any plans for tomorrow do you?” She changed the subject.
“Well, I have a big project tomorrow. I was thinking about going over to Peter’s.”
“Oh! Well, why don’t you invite him here?” She asked excitedly. “I have some friends coming over that I want you to meet. If you could invite Peter over here, I could introduce you, then you could go work on your project. He’s always welcome.” She added.
“Yeah, Cause He’s Y/N’s boyfriend.” My brother teased.
“Is not!” I defended myself, trying to cover up the blush that had spread across my cheeks. “I’m sure that’s fine mom. I’ll text him after dinner.”
She gave me a nod.
I pointed a finger at my brother “And he is not my boyfriend.” I said. Even though that’s exactly what I wanted him to be.
But that didn’t matter, ‘because he doesn’t like me anyway’ I told myself as I tapped my fingers against the table.
“I’m uh, actually not very hungry right now.. Do you mind?” I asked anxiously, nodding my head toward my room.
“Go ahead.” My mom shrugged.
The thought of Peter never liking my had really dulled my appetite.
*Hey, my mom wants you to come here for some reason. Is that cool?*
I texted Peter once I had made it to my room.
*Yeah, That’s fine!* He responded within two seconds.
I smiled to myself and brought out my laptop.
'he was trying out new settings and things for his web shooters.’
I read through the most recent line of my fanfic before realizing I had barely even started, and had promised it would be out by the next morning. 'This is going to be a long night,’ I thought to myself. . Other than my family, nobody else knew about my fanfic writing. I was just afraid people would judge me for it, and think that I was weird. So i kept it to myself. But I made one mistake; Leaving my laptop open.
The day had been relatively normal, it wasn’t until I was about to go home when things got weird. Somehow, I got caught up with a group of trouble making kids, who thought it was a good idea to sneak out during lunch. I was still at school, in the middle of a long lecture from my principle when Peter arrived at my house.
“Peter!” My mother greeted him with a hug. “Y/N’s not home yet, but I suppose she’ll be here any moment. Why don’t you go upstairs.” She ushered Peter away, and into my room.
Peter hadn’t planned on snooping, but I guess when he saw my opened laptop he just couldn’t help himself. I couldn’t blame him, I’d be curious too.
“-'Suddenly he took me by the hand and kissed me’?” Peter read aloud. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, examining the article closely.
He soon realized what my paper was; But he thought it was cool.
He had read through the whole thing by the time I got home.
“Y/N! Peter’s in your room, I just sent him up there a few minutes ago.”
My eyes widened. In my room!? Why couldn’t I have just remembered to turn off my computer?
I was walking briskly toward my room. 'Almost there’ I thought. But suddenly, before I could reach my doorknob, someone grabbed my arm.
“Hi!” I greeted. What I wanted to say was 'Who the heck are you?’ But I kept that to myself.
“I haven’t seen you since you were just a toddler!”
“Well, I’d love to talk, but I don’t exactly have time right now.”
“Oh, it will only be a moment. I just wanted to introduce you to someone else.”
I rolled my eyes as I was dragged back down the way I came.
I scratched my neck as a group of my mom’s friends began to gush over how 'grown up’ and 'pretty’ I was now,
I was never good with compliments.
“I actually have a guest waiting for me upstairs.” I shuffled on my feet.
“Her boyfriend,” My brother exaggerated.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I huffed one last time before running back up the stairs.
I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind myself.\
“Great.” I muttered when I saw Peter leaning over my desk. “You probably think I’m some weirdo that’s obsessed with Spider-man now.”
“Actually, that was really good.” He said with his eyebrows raised.
“Really?” I blushed.
“Y-yeah. It was.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Th-thanks.” I smiled shyly.
“Spider-man’s really cool.” Peter said. He couldn’t help but congratulate himself.
“Yeah, he his.” I agreed, sitting on my bed. “Hey, uh, do you want to get out of here before a bunch more of my mom’s friends come in and start bombarding us with questions?” I asked him.
“Sure,” He smiled sweetly. He walked over to my bedroom window and push it open.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work.” I laughed nervously.