your eyebrows are everything

Aesthetics for the Houses

Gryffindor: Sucking on sugar cubes, giggling behind your hand, long car rides with friends, opening windows to let in fresh air, running barefoot through grass, burning your tongue on food that was too hot, the view from tall buildings, the sun warming your skin, doorbells, summer camp, fierce eyeliner and bold lipstick, deep v-necks accessorized with a flirty smile, rough hands and soft hearts, brightly colored cocktails, laughing too hard at a dumb joke, crumpling up paper and throwing it into a trashcan across the room, card games, letting your hair down, opening doors, and skinny dipping.

Ravenclaw: Waking up late on a rainy day, warm coffee on a cold morning, scrunched eyebrows, color-coding everything, bags under your eyes, passing notes to your friends, long fingernails, jumping in puddles, charm bracelets, comfortable silences, orchestras, velvet ribbons, french braids, dark eyelashes, chewing ice cubes, train rides, staring out the window, curling up with a pet, being alone in the forest, the smell of the earth after it rains, staying up late to watch the stars, rearranging your room, biting your tongue, painting your toes different shades, cold glasses, chokers, watching a play, musical compositions, roman numerals, doodling on your hand, and mirrors.

Hufflepuff: Skirts that flow behind you, eyes that sparkle in the light, tea, picking flowers for your mom, laughing so hard you can’t catch your breath, denim shorts and crop tops, forts made out of sheets, pixie cuts, scrunching up your nose, rosy cheeks, freckles across your nose, bohemian tapestries on walls, dancing around the room with friends, apartments with brick walls in the city, sleeping by huge windows, drinking alcohol on rooftops, shirts rolled to the elbows, cute buns, birds sitting on telephone wires, fogged up glass, strumming a guitar, smiling so much that your cheekbones ache, climbing tall trees, contagious laughter, Polaroid pictures, and mosaics with colored glass.

Slytherin: Raising one eyebrow, martinis, marble statues, soft fur blankets on leather couches, tapping your fingernails against a hard surface, perfectly winged eyeliner, sly smirks, champagne flutes, pencil skirts, footprints in fresh snow, tree houses, wandering around the city at night, quotes that describe you perfectly, black and white photography, french perfume, black silk, lingerie, combing wet hair, proving people wrong, shopping with your best friends, mint leaves, keeping a diary, silver rings, staying up all night, black coffee, hand mirrors, little black dresses, pine trees, vanilla scented candles, mascara, stone walls, leather jackets and red lipstick, wine corks, and photo albums.

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

[Lance]

•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.

[Keith]

•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

[Hunk]

•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

•OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

[Pidge]

•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

our little family pt.3 | park jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV

“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

You Don’t Know Me | 3

Summary: Yoongi gets you pregnant and chickens out

Originally posted by yoongiyi

Word Count: 2077

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing, strong opinions on abortion

Part 1 | Part 2


“(Y/N) please-”, Yoongi rushed to your side as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks but you stepped back, holding your free hand in front of yourself. You didn’t want to feel his touch. It always made you weak, weak for him, weak for his excuses, but you needed to stay sane in that moment. You needed him to realize how bad he screwed up. He needed to see how mad and hurt you were. If he touched you, all those feelings would vanish in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t touch me Yoongi”, you choked out and he stood still. His eyes that usually didn’t hold much emotions, were full of brokenness, regret and a hint of something you couldn’t quite make out. His shoulders had sunken forward while his hands were in his pockets.

“Why now? Why, out of all days, you picked today to talk to me?”, you sniffed and wiped over your face with the back of your hand. Today had been a rather good day for you but now you were a mess like any other day before. Just with the slight difference that today you were a mess because Yoongi was talking to you. The other days you were a mess because he didn’t talk to you.

“I-I don’t know”, he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t know you were here but as soon as I saw you, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. The last month has been horrible. I felt as if I was going through hell every single time I heard your ringtone or saw your messages. Every time I heard you in our living room or saw you leave the dorms. I wanted to hold you, tell you everything will be okay. I wanted to be the one to bring you food over and take you to your appointments. I wanted to hold you in my arms until you fell asleep like we used to. Feel your heartbeat against my body and having your smell linger in my studio. I wanted to tell you cheesy lines that reminded me of you just to hear your beautiful laugh”, he had stepped closer as his index finger gently caressed the side of your face, his eyes moving over yours.

Loneliness.

The thing in his eyes, you couldn’t make out at first - it was loneliness.

“Then why did you ignore me? Why did you hurt me like that when you felt that way?”, you stared at him, pleading for an explanation. “Why did you leave me?”

Yoongi closed his eyes and swallowed hard, before shaking his head. “Because I was scared. You know how hard I work to make our dreams come true and with a baby all this hard work would have been for nothing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Having a baby doesn’t mean that everything is ruined Yoongi. Yes, you have more responsibility but it doesn’t ruin your career. You’re very talented and everybody knows that.”

He let his hand fall down and bit down on his lip. “No, you don’t get it (Y/N). I’d have to make more time for you and the baby because obviously I can’t let you raise it alone. I wouldn’t be able to tour because I have you and the baby at home - touring would mean leaving you behind like a single mother for several months. That’s horrible. A baby would mean getting less sleep than I already do, bringing me closer to a burn-out than I already am, which I cannot afford. There are just so many negative points in this (Y/N), talent alone doesn’t make them go away.”

Confusion was written all over your face as Yoongi’s words sunk in. Realization hit you, making your jaw drop.

“Hold on - what exactly do you want Yoongi?”, you glared at him skeptically, hoping that your thoughts were wrong, silently praying to God that you were simply being overly paranoid.

He gently grabbed your hands, letting his fingers play with yours as his eyes softened. “I want you. I want you to take me back and be my girlfriend again (Y/N), please. I love you.”

These were the words you had waited for, for so long. Dreamed of every night since he left and cried over to exhaustion. But now that Yoongi had said them, an uncertain feeling spread throughout your chest area, making sickness approach you.

“But you just said that you didn’t want a baby, Yoongi”, you raised one eyebrow at him as he giggled at your words.

You didn’t understand what was so funny.

“Yeah, I don’t want a baby. I want you.”

Silence. The only noise you registered was a floor creaking somewhere in the dorm and your thoughts telling you to run. 

You were right.

Your heart beating increased and sweat formed on your palms. An enormous feeling of having to protect the little human inside of you, made your body shake.

“You’re expecting me to get an abortion?”, you asked hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer. He couldn’t be this heartless. He just couldn’t. Not the Yoongi that you knew and loved. He wouldn’t do that.

“Exactly”, he answered shortly, giving your hands a tight squeeze and smiling warmly at you. “It’s not like the baby is an actual human yet, we’re not killing anybody. We’re just doing the right thing.”

Never in all those years of knowing Yoongi, you would have thought that he’d be capable of suggesting something like that. You couldn’t even picture him thinking about such a cruelty.

He wanted to kill your baby. 

He wanted to get rid of it to be able to keep on dating you secretly again and not lose his job. He didn’t care about the baby, nor you. It was all about his job, his career, his image.

“You can’t be serious right now, Yoongi”, you slowly withdrew your hands from his touch, placing them on your tummy and slightly stepped back. 

His eyebrows raised in confusion. “Of course I am (Y/N). That’s the best solution for all of us.”

Crazily, you started shaking your head, disbelief numbing your body. “This is the best solution for you! What about the baby? You’re just gonna kill it off because it’s an inconvenience to you? What if I’m an inconvenience at some point, huh? Are you gonna kill me then, too?”

At this point, you were screaming at him, forgetting about all the pain you had gone through because of him. All you could think of was he wants my baby dead, repeating in your head like a deadly mantra.

“What? No, of course not. Are you crazy? That’s different! This baby isn’t even born yet”, he screamed back, trying to come closer to you but you pushed him away with one hand while the other one was still holding onto your tiny tummy. Jungkook was right, you weren’t fat but you did have a little noticeable tummy by now and you were going to protect it, no matter what. Or who.

“How is this different Min Yoongi? This baby is a living creature just like you and me. It might not be fully developed yet but it’s still a little person. It’s still a little person that we”, you signaled in between the two of you, “created. It has our DNA, our blood, our everything. It is growing inside of me and God have mercy, I will do anything and everything to protect this little creature from anything and anyone.”

Your fists were balled and your body was shaking angrily. Yoongi’s expression turned from confused to attentive.

“Babe listen, that’s just your motherly instincts. It’s nothing-”, Yoongi tried to explain but you held up a hand, not believing what you were about to say.

“Yoongi, if you don’t want this baby then fine. I’ll leave you alone. You don’t have to raise this baby with me. But I’m not going to abort it. Never. I might be a broke college student with a shitty part-time job that really does not pay me enough but I’ll get through it. I have the boys and Jin who are supporting me so much, unlike you. Especially Jin. So you don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of me and the baby and help me whenever I need help”, you tried to look at him with a straight face but you were never that good in hiding your emotions. He could read you like an open book and he knew that it hurt you to say those words to him.

“So what, Jin is going to replace me and raise that baby instead? Jin, who is secretly in love with you and has been for years is going to be its dad while me - the actual father - will be “Uncle Yoongi” is this how it’s going to be? Wow what a great choice (Y/N), really. You have to be kidding me”, he clenched his teeth and tilted his head in annoyance. “I won’t let him take you away from me. We’ve been through too much (Y/N). I love you and want to be with you! Why can’t you see that? Why isn’t that enough?”

You stopped in your tracks. What did Yoongi just say?

“What did you say?”

“Why isn’t my love enough-”, he started but you shook your head. 

“No, the other thing about Jin. He’s what?”, there’s no way you had heard right. He was just a friend, nothing more.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and bit onto his lower lip, moving from one foot to another. He was anxious and you could tell. “He has been in love with you since I introduced you to the boys. He confessed it to me maybe a year after we started dating. It was so obvious, I thought you’d be able to tell.”

Again, you shook your head. This time more slowly. 

That’s why he always went the extra mile to make sure you were doing fine.

It all makes sense now.

Slowly, you took a deep breath and exhaled in order to calm yourself. You couldn’t afford to make any irrational decision right now.

Looking up at Yoongi, you noticed his sunken figure and your heart shattered into even tinier pieces than it had been before. “Jin will not be their dad and you won’t be the uncle. You’re the father Yoongi and nothing’s going to change that. I will raise this kid because I always hoped for a future with you, a future where we’d be happily married with our own family and I love you so much Min Yoongi, I do. You’re the love of my life and even if I have to raise our baby alone, he or she should know that at least their mom believed in love”, you cleared your throat before continuing. “Also, Jin won’t take me away from you because”, another deep inhale, “I don’t belong to you and we’re not together anymore. You left me and you don’t want this baby. So, no Yoongi, your love is not enough for me. If you loved me like you say you do, we’d be making up already and talking about our future with the baby. Not discussing your wish for its abortion and fathomless jealousy of Jin.”

“Babe, I-”, his face fell and tears welled up in his eyes.

You turned your back to him and walked towards the front door, unable to take in his broken state anymore because in your opinion, he wasn’t allowed to feel that way. You were the broken one. Not him. He didn’t have any right to be this upset and helpless.

“No Yoongi, that’s it. You don’t want the baby, okay. I get it. I should have understood that earlier and not bother you with all my calls and texts and randomly show up at your house, imagining that I knew you well enough to think you were only being stubborn”, you clumsily put on your shoes while Yoongi simply stood behind you, looking like a lost boy.

“Please don’t go”, he whispered under tears, voice cracking, making you look up. It broke your heart and new tears rolled down your cheeks as well, as you saw his heartache displayed on his face. Gently, you wiped some tears off his cheeks.

“I have to”, you replied, turning around before he could do or say anything, closing the door behind you.

©jiminelli

This Feels So Wrong (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Kissing, Crying

Part One Part Three

Originally posted by sddonald22

The next day at school, as you walked through the halls to your locker with your head faced to the floor, you tried to ignore everyone’s gaze. You could feel people’s stares glued onto you, sure to be judging the thick bandage wrapped around your arm and the exhausted look in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how your classmates found out you were on the ferry that was all over the news, but you didn’t want to know. 

You made it to your locker without locking eyes with anyone, and you let out a nervous breath of air when you opened your locker door. You cradled one arm against your middle, pain piercing through it every time you moved. With your other hand, you took out the books you needed for your upcoming classes, and shut the locker with your elbow.

You turned around, ready to start the day so it would soon be over, only to almost smack into a Peter Parker with a clearly worried expression on his face. “(Y/N),” he said frantically, looking you up and down. You slouched slightly. You didn’t want his eyes on you in this way. “Are you okay?”

He looked up at you and frowned when he saw your face. You knew how you looked with your red and swollen eyes, and your tear-stained cheeks. You didn’t have the strength to put any effort in your appearance today. You were too tired from the prior day’s events and from staying at the hospital until late when a doctor finally finished treating your arm.

You let out a small deprecating laugh in response to Peter’s question, and he frowned deeper. You knew he hated seeing you like this. “Stupid question, sorry,” he murmured, and you felt bad for treating him this way. He didn’t do anything to you.

“Sorry,” you shook your head, looking away. “I’m just- tired. That’s all.”

When you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and him biting his lip, you knew that he knew which definition of ‘tired’ you were talking about. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he sighed, and you wondered how many more times either of you would apologize in the next few minutes. He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him but making sure to not touch your injured arm. You let out a shaky breath of air as you leaned your head on his shoulder, putting your other arm around him. 

You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, stroking your hair lightly. You let him hold you, let him comfort you after you experienced something that you were sure would haunt you forever. 

You pulled back before you could get teary-eyed, and you avoided his gaze as he pulled away too. You moved your arm back to your side, but you felt his hands stay on you. Both rested in the small space where your shoulders and neck connected, and you felt his thumbs rub soft circles on your skin. You felt yourself relax, your cheeks reddening at the feeling of his hands on you. 

“Why don’t you come over after school? We could just relax and watch some movies, maybe take your mind off of everything that’s happened,” he proposed, his eyebrows quirking upwards on his forehead.

The look on his face was one you couldn’t deny, so you said, “Yeah, sure.” 

He smiled at you, happy to hear you say it, and he kept his hands on you.

You suddenly remembered the words you sobbed as you held onto the ferry for your life, and your blooming smile disappeared. 

‘I love you, Peter.’

You shook your head, taking a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He tilted his head at you curiously, and you thought you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes as well. 

“Let’s get to class,” you muttered to him, sidestepping him and beginning to walk. You felt his presence catch up next you, and you could still feel eyes on you, but you forced yourself not to care. Just like you forced yourself not to care that Peter wasn’t on the ferry to hear you say those words to him himself.


The first words Michelle said to you when you got to lunch were, “So there’s a rumor that Spiderman saved you yesterday.”

You had just sat down, plopping your bag down onto the ground next to you and placing your tray in front of you. You slouched lightly, your one arm tired due to the other being out of commission. 

MJ,” Peter scolded quietly, looking at her with wide eyes. Even Ned looked at her with a shocked expression.

But you simply laughed softly, trying to keep the air around you light. “Uh, where’d you hear that?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s been going around. Is it true?”

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your cheeks from growing red. You could feel Peter’s stare on you, and Ned’s and Michelle’s as well. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s true,” you stumbled over your words, and Ned’s face turned almost comical while Michelle’s stayed bored.

“Really,” Ned said breathily, and he took a glance at Peter. You looked over at your best friend to see him staring down at his tray and fiddling with his fingers. You wondered why he was acting so strange.

“Yeah,” you said slowly, looking back at Ned. Michelle stared at you closely, a slight squint to her eyes. You could tell that she knew you were hiding something.

“What else,” she said, but didn’t phrase it as a question.

You sighed. You moved your gaze back down to your tray, not wanting to see anyone’s immediate reaction to what you were about to say. “He, uh. He kinda kissed me.”

The sound of Ned choking was what made you lift your head. Water dripped down his chin and the water bottle in his hand was being crushed by his tight grip. “Sorry,” he coughed, trying to get the water out of his lungs. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Peter, again. 

Michelle looked at you, and although she may have looked the same to anyone who didn’t know her, you could tell she was surprised by your words. “He kissed you,” she deadpanned, and you nodded. She hummed, and then asked, “How was it?”

Ned began to cough again, pounding his chest with his fist. “I’m so sorry,” he said. His wide eyes were still on Peter, and you looked over at the peculiarly quiet boy. His fists were clenched on his lap as he stared back at Ned with a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. 

And as you contemplated the question, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk about this in front of your best friend. In front of the best friend who was also the love of your life.

“Um,” you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “It was…good.”

You heard Ned breathe heavily through his nose. You didn’t bother looking over at him again, because you knew what you’d see. But instead, you found yourself looking to Peter when he finally spoke. “Good?”

Michelle turned to him too, intrigued. 

“I mean,” his eyes widened, looking among the three of you. “Only good? You’d imagine a superhero would be, I don’t know, better than good at kissing.”

He let out a nervous laugh, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you spoke your next words. “I guess it was better than good,” you said quietly, and Michelle knew what she was doing as she said, “What was that?”

“Fine, fine!” You burst out, making both Peter and Ned jump in their seats, but Michelle stayed put, leaning on her hand and smirking at you. “He was a great kisser, is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she said and turned to her bag to pull out a book, and when she opened it and began to read, you stared at her with astonished eyes. You glanced over at Peter to see how he reacted to your words, and you were confused when you saw him with a clenched jaw and very red cheeks. You looked over at Ned, and he was staring at Peter with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head at him. “Why the smile, Ned?”

He snapped his head towards you, smile dropping off his face. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before he actually spoke. “What? Nothing, no reason, no. Why? Uh, so what did it feel like when you were on the ferry?”

You looked at him, shocked at the question. “Um,” you said, shaking your head lightly, almost like you were trying to get the memories out of your head.

“Ned,” Peter finally spoke up, chastising his friend at the insensitive question. You kept your head down, choosing to open your lunch to eat instead of answering the question.

Your table was silent for the rest of the lunch period.


When you arrived at Peter’s apartment later in the day, Aunt May answered the door. She instantly stepped forward to hug you, squeezing you tightly, almost to reassure her that you were alive and okay, in her arms.

You understood that she was probably scared. You were close to May, and she was practically a second mother to you. 

You couldn’t help but suck in a quick breath of air when she pressed against the cut on your arm, and she pulled back immediately to see a grimace of pain on your face. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, bringing your other arm up to cradle your injured one.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she said, bringing a hand up to softly rest on your cheek for a few moments. You simply smiled in response, and you noticed the wetness of her eyes when she moved to the side to let you in. “Uh, Peter’s in his room.”

“Okay,” you said softly. You walked into the apartment and towards Peter’s door before turning around and looking at May to see her wiping at her cheeks. “Thank you, May.”

She nodded, and you hoped she understood the full extent of what you meant by it.

You knocked on Peter’s door lightly before entering, and you saw him sitting on his bed, looking through a stack of movie cases. “Hey,” you said as you entered. He looked up, smiling, but his face grew more solemn as he noticed the way you were holding your arm.

“Hey, come sit,” he patted the spot beside him with his hand, and you gently sat down next to him. “What do you wanna watch?”

“The usual?” You asked softly, and you found yourself feeling so uncertain of everything. You had never felt this way before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what happened yesterday.

“Okay,” Peter nodded, looking at you and smiling reassuringly. Almost as if he could tell something was wrong. He stood up and slid the movie into the player, and came to sit next to you again after pressing his play. You felt yourself leaning against his shoulder as the movie started, and he let you stay there.

“I still can’t believe you let me pick Tangled every time we have a movie night,” you whispered halfway through the movie, finding yourself smiling. He chuckled from next to you, resting his head on top of where yours was on his shoulder.

“Anything for you,” he said jokingly, but you could tell he was serious.

You felt your smile widen, and you hoped he couldn’t see it in the darkness. 

The two of you watched the rest of the movie in silence, and the two of you didn’t burst into song like you did every other time. You thought that Peter knew you were too tired for something so– so happy. 

When the movie ended, you sat up and immediately missed the feeling of his head leaning against yours and your arms touching. “It’s getting late, so I should probably get going,” you said, turning to him after getting up and turning the light in the room on. 

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed a nervous expression on his face. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

His nerves transferred onto you, and you waited in silence as he got up from the bed to stand across from you. You titled your head at him, not knowing what to expect. “What’s wrong, Peter?”

“It was me,” he said quickly, and the wide eyes of his that came after made it seem like he didn’t mean to say the words.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What was you?”

He took a deep breath. “It was me who kissed you.”

The silence around you was deafening after the words were spoken. You looked at him, confused. You knew what he was implying, but– no, it was impossible. 

“I think I would’ve remembered you kissing me, Peter,” you laughed nervously, taking the smallest step backwards. You knew he noticed when you saw him lean forward slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said slowly, his voice sounding so smooth that it almost served as a distraction from what he said next. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but– I’m Spiderman.”

You stared at him after he spoke the words, and you didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t believe that your best friend, the boy you loved, was a superhero. The superhero who saved you, and then kissed you. You wouldn’t believe it.

“Stop joking, Peter,” you shook your head. “This isn’t funny.”

He sighed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a buried piece of clothing. He turned back around to face you, and he watched as your eyes widened as you looked at the red suit. 

“I’m not joking,” he said.

You shook your head. “How do I know that that isn’t just for dress up?”

He sighed again before pressing down on the web shooters. String-like material shot out and stuck to the wall behind you. It was just like the one from the ferry.

“What in the world,” you whispered as you stared at it. Peter heard you and took a step forward, but you whipped your head towards him, making him stop.

“You’re Spiderman,” you said, and saying the words out loud made you realize how betrayed you felt.

“Yes,” Peter nodded, gauging for your reaction. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but-”

“You kissed me,” you realized now, that when you imagined that it was your best friend you were kissing, it was actually him whose lips were pressed to yours. 

“Yes,” Peter replied, sounding more desperate now. “And-”

“Why would you do that?” You whispered, finally looking up at him. You looked up in time to see the heartbreak clear on his face. “That’s not- I didn’t even know it was you, Peter!”

“I know, but-” The desperation crashed into his features, but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“Peter, that’s not okay! Oh my god,” you lifted both of your hands up to press to your forehead in disbelief, and you winced at the pain in your arm. You tried to ignore it.

“Your arm, (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, moving towards you, but you moved one hand to hold out in front of you, stopping him.

“I didn’t know it was you, Peter,” you stressed to him, looking at him with glossy eyes. Another realization struck, and you gasped, dropping your hands to your sides. “Did you hear me?”

He looked confused, but you weren’t sure if it was just an act. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Hear you?”

“What did you hear me say, Peter?” You needed to know if he knew. 

“I-I heard you screaming,” his voice shook as he spoke. “I heard you screaming for help. You were screaming for me,” your heart nearly stopped at the words, but you let out a breath of relief when he said, “For Spiderman.”

You took another step back from him, shaking your head. “You shouldn’t have kissed me, Peter,” the sadness on his face was so visible, but yet again, the sadness on yours must have been twice as much. “This- this feels so wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you let out a small sob, feeling too overwhelmed as a tear fell down your cheek. 

Too much had happened in so little time for you to just be okay.

You saw Peter’s head snap up from where it had moved to face the ground. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and wet eyes that were almost too much to bear. “What do you mean? Wasn’t how what was supposed to happen?”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. You looked at him as you wiped your face on your sleeves. The pain in your arm had almost become numb now; the situation at hand had become much more painful to your emotions than anything physical. 

“You were supposed to kiss me when I knew it was you,” you were crying openly now, and you didn’t care. You needed to let it all out at some point, and you figured now was the time. “It was supposed to be a perfect moment when it happened. I was supposed to tell you that I love you, and then you would kiss me, and it’d be perfect. But now,” you dropped your head to face the floor, letting your tears fall onto the carpet below you.

“You love me?” Peter’s voice cracked, and you didn’t want to see his face, knowing it would break your heart even more. “(Y/N)-”

“Don’t, Peter,” you stopped him. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It didn’t matter now. “You betrayed me,” you looked up at him, needing to gain enough strength to say the words to his face. But instead, it only knocked you down further. His cheeks were red and stained with tears, and he looked at you with such a desperate expression that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I was vulnerable when you kissed me. It wasn’t fair of you to do that.”

“I know that now,” he cried, and took a step forward. You didn’t stop him this time. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you repeated quietly, and it was mostly to yourself. “You should’ve told me who you were.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, crying so hard that his eyes were barely open. But then again, you could barely see him through the ongoing tears that were escaping your eyes either. “(Y/N), what can I do? I’m sorry, I know I should have told you. But I was trying to protect you, and I was- I was so scared, and- and-”

“That doesn’t give you an excuse!” You yelled, one fist clenching. You didn’t want to wake May up, but it was inevitable at this point. This was becoming much too chaotic to stay quiet. “Forget it,” you turned around to face the door. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait,” he quickly walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you whipped around. His hand fell back to his side. “(Y/N), please. I lo-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupted him. “Don’t say it,” your voice cracked. “Yesterday was the worst day of my life. And you just- you kissed me when it was happening like it didn’t even matter.”

“But it did matter,” Peter tried to intervene, and he didn’t bother trying to wipe up the mess that was his face right now.

“You would have taken off your mask completely if it had mattered,” was the only thing you said before turning around, opening the door, and walking out of the apartment.

You tried to ignore the last sob you heard from Peter’s room before you slammed the door, and you tried to ignore the breaking you could feel in your heart as you walked back home.

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You liked to say that you rarely have or get any dreams while you sleep. Be it a good dream or a nightmare but somehow, tonight, it’s a different story. You have been tossing and turning on your bed, sleeping fitfully and you feel out of breath – as if you had been running a lot. Normally you are not much of a mover whenever you sleep; you either sleep on your left side or your right side but that definitely did not happen tonight. You are tossing and turning so much Bruce actually wakes up from his slumber – and between the two of you, Bruce is a very heavy sleeper and sometimes it’s really hard trying to wake him up ahead of time.

Bruce squints at the clock – it’s only been three hours since he had returned from patrol – and wonders what woke him up. When you let out a pained whimper, Bruce turns over to look at you. Seeing you like that. Bruce realizes that you are the reason why he is awake at this hour. He lifts himself up on his elbow and really looks at you. “Y/N?” His voice is deep from sleep and just as Bruce is about to reach you with his other hand to shake your body, you shot up from the bed, letting out a strangled yelp, surprising Bruce.

Bruce immediately sits up and the first thing he notices after switching on the bed side lamp is how much you are trembling. “Y/N, are you alright?” Bruce asks as he scoots closer to you. He wounds an arm around your shoulder, the frown on his deepening when he receives no response from you.

The nightmares felt too vivid, too surreal and suddenly you can feel the panic overtaking you so you immediately push the covers away – pushing Bruce in the moment too – and roll off the bed, taking Bruce by surprise. But just as you are about to rush out of the bedroom, Bruce’s strong arms stops you and he pulls you to his chest, using his free hand to cup your cheek, making you look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head at Bruce’s question and tears well up in your eyes. Right now, you are filled with a lot of panic and worry and all you want to do is make sure your boys are alright. “I – I need to see them, Bruce. I need to.” You beg him – this is the first time you have ever begged Bruce for anything. He frowns but nods his head, releasing his hold on you and you head outside your room. The first destination you have in mind is Damian’s room.

“Damian?” You call out, almost having a heart attack thinking that your nightmare had been real, that Damian is dying somewhere when you hear a snore coming from the floor right beside his bed. You pad over to find Damian sleeping with Titus. You freeze in your tracks, letting out a sigh of relief when you see the two of them. Bruce walks up behind you, a smile on his face when he sees the same thing. He picks up the blanket from Damian’s bed and throws it over Damian and Titus. Damian continues to snore softly, snuggling Titus.

Feeling relieved at the thought of Damian sleeping soundly – clearly still alive and breathing – you walk out of Damian’s bedroom and head over to the West wing where Tim’s bedroom is located at. Bruce trails after you quietly, keeping his eyes on you. You knock on his door, once, twice and when Tim doesn’t answer, you open the door to find Tim slumped over his computer desk, sleeping. You approach him and press your hand on his back lightly. “Timmy?”

Tim stirs slightly and he blinks a couple of times before sitting up. He focuses his gaze on you. “Hey, Ma. What’s up?” Tim asks, sleepily, rubbing one of his eyes. He yawns and sits up. Spying Bruce by the door, Tim furrows his eyebrows. “Ma, is everything alright?”

You nod your head before leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead. Tim looks at you before giving you a small smile. He stands up and pulls you in a brief hug – Tim always knows what to do whenever you are feeling down. You pull away before telling Tim to sleep on the bed instead of the chair. “Your back is going to snap if you keep that up.” You point out, already slowly getting back to your normal self. Tim laughs before nodding his head.

Bruce holds your hand as the both of you leave the room together. “Are you alright now?” Bruce asks as the two of you walk over to one of the studies. He brings you over to the sofa and the both of you sit down. “Do you want me to call Dick and Jason?” He asks and you slowly nod your head. Even though you know the nightmares had been a – nightmare – you still want to assure yourself that all of your boys are alright.

Calling Dick was a little bit easy – he sounded a little bit groggy over the phone but that was because you had disturbed his sleep. With a promise from Dick to drop by in the morning for breakfast, you let your eldest boy go back to sleep and talking with Jason had been a little bit hard. It takes a couple of tries before Jason actually picks up and when he eventually does, you can hear Roy shouting in the background – ‘are you on a mission, Red Hood?’ – and yes, apparently Jason is currently on a mission in a country where the time zone is different from Gotham. ‘Please stay safe and I love you, Red Hood’. You tell him and Jason’s reply had been, ‘I one-four-three you too, Bat-Ma.’ That brings a smile to your face because after all of these years, Jason still uses the code the two of you made up when he had been younger.

“Y/N, are you fine now?” Bruce pulls you in to his chest and you wound your arms around his waist, nuzzling his chest. “Do you care to tell me what your nightmare had been about?” He murmurs in to your hair and you shake your head. You don’t think you can stand to actually think about your nightmare or the fact that there might be a possibility of it happening in the future so you just press your nose to his chest, inhaling Bruce’s natural scent.

“Can you hold me until I feel better?” You mumble.

Bruce chuckles before pressing his lips on your temple. “Of course – I can hold you as long as you want, until you feel better too.” You snuggle closer to your husband and the steady thud of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep a few minutes later.

2

“Hello?” At first you could hear only static and a slight rustling on the other end of the line. “Cas? …Cas?” You could hear the worry in your own voice.

“H–hello?” You sighed in relief as his deep voice finally rolled out of the speaker.

“Cas,” you said. “I was starting to worry when you weren’t responding. WHat’s up?”

There was a long beat of silence. “Uhh… just, uhh, working–you know, working… around…” The angel shut his eyes and grimaced at what he had just managed to get out.

You raised your eyebrows at his response. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Yes, everything is A-okay.” Another grimace. Cas put a hand up to his brow. “I was just calling to see–” He paced anxiously. “I was just calling to ask if–uhh…”

The silence droned for another moment before you heard Cas heave a heavy sigh. “Actually, I–My phone accidentally dialed your number while it was in my pocket…” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? There’s no reason to be sorry. It happens to the best of us.”

“I don’t know. I felt… awkward about it.”

You smiled at his bashfulness and bit your bottom lip. “It’s okay.”

“I will admit though,” he said, his voice suddenly a little quiet, “that it is nice to hear your voice.”

Now you were the one feeling bashful…

Inconclusive

Jax x Reader based off the following request:

“Hi! Can you write one where you and Jax recently broke up and one day you see Jax taking Ima to his dorm. You go home, try to move on from him, but Jax finds out, gets jealous and tries to win you back? Thank you!”

Originally posted by geezerwench

“This is a bad idea, Chibs.” you warn, pulling at your black lace crop top, a pair of leather shorts showing off your shapely legs. Chibs takes a final drag from his cigarette, dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his boot.

“He misses you, lass, and I can tell you miss him.” You can’t deny his words, these past two weeks being the hardest ones of your life. “You look amazing, sweetheart. If he doesn’t take you home, I sure will.”

Smiling, you gently bump your shoulder with the Scot’s, thanking him silently. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thatta’ girl. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Chibs throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you up the lot and into the clubhouse, party in full swing. You smile at the croweaters that catch your eye on the way in, them returning the smile and waving kindly at you.

While Chibs gets you and him a drink, you scan the room, not sure how to feel when you don’t spot your ex boyfriend. Tig grins when he sees you, pushing the lady off his lap and walking over to you, throwing his arms around you. “If it isn’t my favourite girl.”

“Hi, Tiggy. Sorry I haven’t been around, everything is a bit of a mess right now.” you explain, his eyes slightly glassy as he watches you, the smell of whisky lingering heavily on him. You’ve always gotten on well with the other MC members, the older ones and younger ones all treating you like family.

“Don’t sweat it, doll, just glad to see you.” He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, before going back to his woman of the night, sadness covering you as you realise how much you miss this club. The atmosphere, the people, the family. You knew that if you didn’t get this shit sorted with Jax, you’d probably never have it again.

“Here ya are, love. Get that down ya.” You take the beer from Chibs, taking a few swigs, the cold liquid fizzy as it passes down your throat.

You’re listening to Chibs flirt with some croweater when your gaze is pulled to the other side of the room, Jax entering from the apartments. It’s always been the same with him, a magnetic pull that somehow tells you when he’s around. It’s surreal, but he must feel it too, his eyes instantly breathing you in, surprise evident on his face.

You just stare at him, not knowing how he’s going to react. Is he going to be pissed that you’re here? Glad that you’ve come back for him? Upset?

Your questions are quickly answered, Ima surfacing from the same place Jax did, her hands pulling at her shirt, that famous fucking smirk on her face.

Her arms slip around his waist, him being pulled out of his trance. She leans up, whispering into his ear, his eyes remaining on you the whole time. Your heart feels like it’s literally breaking, regret written all over your ex lovers face as you crumble in front of him. He doesn’t correct it though, letting Ima pull his face to hers, her lips claiming his in a messy fashion.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” you whisper, slamming your half drunken beer on the bar and storming out, leaving a very confused Chibs by himself. He looks across the room as you leave, noticing the very reason for your upset. Shaking his head at his younger brother, he turns his back on him, letting him know just how he feels without even saying a word.

It’s been three months since that dreaded day. The day you lost the last shred of hope you had left for your broken relationship, for the broken man you left behind.

“You ready to go, babe?” Liam calls, his voice travelling up the stairs. You had to move on, you deserve to at least try to be happy, even if deep down you know you’re aiming for a unreachable goal.

“Two minutes!” you respond, throwing your phone and lipstick into your bag. You’d met Liam about two months ago, a sweet boy who asked for your number at your work place. You said yes, met up for lunch one day and hit it off, and you’d been dating ever since. Things were pretty serious between the two of you, but throwing yourself in the deep end seems like the quickest way to get rid of the outlaw biker who refuses leave your mind.

Leaving the bedroom, you jog down the stairs, meeting your boyfriend at the bottom. You were about to go to meet some of Liam’s friends, the four of you going on a double date to the new diner in town. If someone would’ve told you a few months back that you’d be going on double dates and spending time with a completely different set of people, you never would’ve believed it.

“I’m just gonna fill up before we go get Tyler and Abby.” Liam turns into the gas station, pulling up at an available pump and stepping out to fill up the car. “You okay to go pay?”

You nod, grabbing the bills from Liam’s hand and undoing your seat belt, heading inside the store. Once you’ve paid for the fuel, you turn around, slamming straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry, love-” You look up, smiling shyly at the man, shock on his face once he realises who you are. “Jesus, (Y/N). If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Chibby.” You reply, letting the Scots man wrap you up in his arms, the familiar feeling making your heart clench. You pull back, your common sense kicking in. “Wait, is he with you?”

Before he can reply, the bell above the shop door signaling that someone has just walked in. You hear his voice before you see his face, a thousand and one emotions running through you. “Tig just called, he’s just been to-”

Jax finally reaches the two of you, his voice dying in his throat as he sees who his brother is standing with. His mouth opens and shuts as he stares at you, completely caught off guard.

“Hey, Jax.” you say calmly, hoping that if you act like you’re unaffected, it’ll convince the two men in front of you, even if you can’t convince yourself. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” He smiles at you, your knees just as weak as they were the day you first caught a glimpse of that smile, the smile that could bring you so much light, even on your darkest of days.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” You scold yourself for forgetting about your company, your boyfriend now making his way over to the three of you in concern. Once he reaches you, he stands by your side, slipping his arm around your waist, claiming his property like some kind of animal.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you respond, part of you wanting to rip Liam’s arm from around you, the expression on Jax’s face one of defeat, heartbreak. The same look you wore just months ago. “Pass my love on to everyone. See you around.”

You leave too quickly to receive a response, your partner trailing behind you, your mental state not feeling up to answering the pile of questions you’re bound to be asked once you get in the car.

You look back at the lost biker in the store, his eyes locked on yours as he watches you walk away from him, again. Only this time, he knows he has to bring you back to him, no matter what it takes.

You sigh in content as you sink into the bubbles, music playing lowly in the background as you take a well earned bath.

Today has been a long day, or at least it feels like it has. After bumping into pieces of your past life, the life you were trying to move on from, you had to deal with a relentless Liam, who wanted to know what your connection was to the murderous bikers in town. This then led to the two of you having a full blown argument. You’d jumped out of the car about thirty minutes out of town and refused to get back in, walking all the way back home.

You massage your temples as you soak, silently begging for your head to stop pounding, the pain making you feel physically sick. All you wanted was five minutes of peace from your overactive brain.

You feel like screaming when you hear the door knock loudly from downstairs, closing your eyes and deciding to ignore whatever company had decided to bother you.

After about fifteen seconds, you hear another series of knocks, more urgent this time. Cursing under your breath, you pull yourself out of the soapy water, quickly wrapping a towel around your body and heading downstairs, ready to release your wrath on whoever was behind the door.

Yanking it open, you see the last person you expect to be at your house. “Jax?”

He moves his sights up and down your body, you wishing you would’ve grabbed your dressing gown rather than a towel that barely reaches midthigh. Once he meets you eyes, you raise your eyebrows in question. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not.” he sighs, running his fingers through his undone locks. “Can I come in? Just give me five minutes. Please.”

Going against your better judgement, you hesitate, pulling the door open widely and letting him step inside. He smiles thankfully at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he walks inside.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?” you ask stiffly, wanting the man in front of you to know that you’re not going to take any shit. You’re not the same woman you were three months ago, and he can’t just turn up at your place and expect everything to be okay.

“I miss you, (Y/N).” he confesses, your eyes going as big as saucers as you debate whether you even heard him right. “I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go, and watching you walk away from me today-”

“Are you serious right now?” You watch as he swallow nervously, enjoying his discomfort. He looks down at the floor, sighing and shrugging his shoulders, like he knew that this was how you’d react.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me walking away from you when you told me I wasn’t strong enough for this life.“ you spit, all your pent up anger slowly making its way to the surface. “Didn’t care the second time when you humiliated me in front of the club by fucking that whore!”

“Babe, please just let me-” He knows better than to try and make some bullshit excuse, his sentence stopping once he sees the rage on your face.

“It wasn’t me walking away that got to you yesterday,” you seethe, “it was the fact that I’ve moved on. Found somebody beyond the one and only Jax Teller.”

He stand silent, his eyes heavy with unshed tears as you unload the pain and suffering you’ve had to hold in. You shake your head at him in disbelief, chuckling humourlessly. “You let me go, Jax. You broke my heart, and that’s all on you.”

Silent years slip down your cheeks as you hold your towel close to your chest, the fluffy material moving between your fingers and acting as some sort of security blanket, stopping you from completely falling apart.

“I know I don’t deserve you, (Y/N). I know it, hell, everybody knows it.” he says timidly, breaking the tense silence. He sniffs as you look at the floor, your tears falling as you refuse to meet his gaze. “But you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, the only girl I will ever love, and I hope that means something to you.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you try to hold in your sobs, the ache in his words chipping at your ice cold exterior, bit by bit. His white trainers step into your view, his figure so close you can smell his intoxicating scent. Just one whiff of him makes you want to forget everything and throw yourself in his arms. But that would be naive.

“I pushed you away, because I don’t want to see you end up like everybody else I love. Broken or dead.” He grabs your face in his large, rough hands, the image of him blurry as you try to blink away your tears, clear your view. “But without you, I see no end to this, (Y/N), no reason to carry on, to fight.”

His thumbs gently caress your skin, your body feeling more alive than it has in months. “I know it’s selfish, I’m a selfish man, but you’re the only thing that I’m certain about in this world.”

You feel like the air has been released back into your lungs when he locks his lips with yours, his hands fiercely cradling your face as you come alive under his touch. You’ve never felt something so passionate, so raw , in your life, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the place he hasn’t been allowed to go for months.

You’re both breathless as he pulls away, your heart begging you to join your lips back with his and never break apart. He presses his mouth against your forehead lovingly, one of your favourite things that he does, before he begrudgingly let’s you go, moving towards your front door.

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N). You know where to find me if you feel the same.”

A/N - Decided to end this on a bit of a cliff hanger/make up your own ending?! Thought it’d let you guys make your own interpretations individually :) hope you liked!! Xx

forget it

Originally posted by pikamikey

word count: 2.6k

requested: yes ;) I have no idea if this is what you wanted by hope you like it anyways

warnings: mature language & angst I guess

summary: you’re best friends with the boys and secretly in love with Ashton but when he gets a girlfriend, any hope of him liking you disappears.

a/n: this could’ve been longer but honestly it was long enough tbf & this feels kind of rushed but that might just be me


“She’s so rude.” Luke complained, his body hunched forward as the four of you sat on the couch. You were trapped between Calum and Michael as Luke sat on an armchair opposite you. 

“I still haven’t met her.” you sighed, resting your head on Michael’s shoulder, wallowing in self-misery. It was no secret that you were completely infatuated with the curly haired boy and it seemed like he felt the same until he brought home a girl called Lola, his new girlfriend. 

“Consider yourself lucky.” Calum huffed from beside you, rolling his eyes back before relaxing into the worn couch. You let out a sigh, your heart pounding in anticipation as you awaited the return of the hazel-eyed boy and his girlfriend. 

Ashton had wanted to introduce you to her for a while now but you could never bring yourself to actually meet her, which was only made worse when the boys told you she was a horrible human being. 

Your heart ached at the thought. Ashton deserved someone kind and wholehearted even if that person wasn’t you. But according to the boys, he was smitten with the blonde haired girl. 

“What time are they coming back?” you asked, your head still resting on Michael’s shoulder as you both lied back, your back hitting the old leather couch. 

“Any second now,” Luke huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still surprised he even has a girlfriend, especially after everything he said about you.” 

Your eyebrows raised at Luke’s words, confused as to what he was talking about. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“He always talked about you, he was so captivated with you. So him bringing home a girl that wasn’t you is surprising, to say the least.” Calum answered, glancing over at you briefly as he spoke. 

Your heart sank at his words, you’d always had your suspicions but it seemed he’d moved on and there was nothing more you could do. 

The door slam echoed through the apartment and your heart was beating out of your chest. Michael wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him almost as if he could sense the anxiety that was taking over you.

Luke looked up at you with sympathetic eyes which quickly turned hard as he heard a girly giggle fill the apartment. Your whole body tensed and Michael was quick to notice, rubbing small patterns on your clothed skin in hopes to ease you. 

“Hey, anyone home?” Ashton’s voice boomed out as you shrunk into Michael’s torso but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“In here.” Calum replied, a bite to his words as his jaw clenched. 

Ashton entered the room a few moments later, his hands intertwined with a short, pretty blonde girl. His eyes scanned the room, his face breaking out into a grin which quickly disappeared when he saw you cuddling tightly into Michael. 

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Lola,” he started, glancing back to his girlfriend, “Lola, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Lola.” 

You sent her a warm smile, hoping she wasn’t nearly as bad as the boys made her out to be but the raised eyebrows and eye roll made it clear enough. But Ashton was too focused looking at you to notice her action. 

The room was filled with silence, Lola clinging on to Ashton as he looked her his jaw still slightly clenched.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” you said, breaking the silence. Everyone’s heads snapped to you as you sat there, an awkward smile resting on your face. 

“I was thinking pizza and movies, like before.” Michael smiled, glancing around the room, earning nods from the two other seated boys. 

“Actually, Ashton and I were going to head back to my place.” Lola chirped, her eyes burning into you. You suddenly felt incredibly insecure, you’re sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt whilst she stood tall, a mini skirt adorning her figure. 

“But we just got here babe.” Ashton said sadly, his eyes meeting her bright blue ones. Your heart sinking even further at the pet name. 

“And now we’re leaving. Let’s go.” she smirked, her eyes traveling around the room, shooting dirty looks at you and the rest of the boys. 

Ashton smiled sadly at you, ignoring the rest of the boys’ grimacing faces. You smiled at him, your eyes full of sympathy as the girl tugged at his bicep once again. 

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then.” Ashton waved, being pulled from the room before you could even say goodbye. 

Silence took over the room once again, only interrupted by the loud door slam that followed their exit. Your eyes met Luke’s, his baby blue eyes now a shade darker than usual. 

“What a bitch.” Calum huffed, making a giggle escape you which made the rest of the boys lighten up a little. 

“And here I was, thinking Michael was the bitchiest girl around.” you huffed with a smirk, the two boys erupting with laughter as Michael looked down at you with a grimace before rolling his eyes and breaking out into a grin. 

It was a few hours until Ashton arrived home again, alone this time. You were smushed into the couch, pizza boxes and soda surrounding you when Ashton returned home. 

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton said from the doorway, all eyes finding their way to his lean figure. The boys looked at him with disgust whilst you smiled at him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“Is she with you?” Calum spat, looking behind him expecting to see the short girl behind him. 

“No, just me.” Ashton stated, walking towards the four of you. The boys reverted their attention back to the TV, South Park gracing the screen. 

You scooted over slightly, making room for Ashton to sit down but instead he took the larger armchair that Luke had resided in earlier that day. 

Michael snaked an arm around you once again and it was then you realized what he’d been trying to do all day. Ashton’s jaw clenched at the sight and his eyes went hard making a smirk play on Michael’s lips. 

Michael leaned down, his warm breath hitting against your ear as he whispered to you, “Let’s make him jealous.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes trailing down to the floor; desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton. 

Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you even closer into him as you rested your head on his chest, similarly as to how you’d sat earlier that day. Your head rested on his thigh, Ashton’s lips twitched up almost reminiscing a snarl. 

“Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” Ashton asked, his tone making it sound like more of a statement than a question. 

“Keep it going, let’s see how far we can go till he breaks.” Michael sniggered in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, after all, he was your best friend but you couldn’t resist seeing his reaction. 

“After this episode.” you smiled warmly, reverting your attention back to Michael who was staring down at you. A large smirk graced his face and it took everything within you to not laugh. 

Michael leaned down once again, his lips dancing along the outer shell of your ear making you shudder slightly. “Okay, so pretend I’m saying something really funny to make him annoyed.” 

You laughed, mostly because you thought this whole jealousy game was actually quite funny. Michael smiled again before whispering again, which to anyone else would’ve looked flirty. 

“Oh, shit. He’s getting annoyed. Told you he liked you.” Michael whispered playfully making your heart pound as you stole a glance at Ashton who was watching the two of you intently. 

Before you had the chance to respond Ashton stormed over to the two of you, grabbing your forearm before lifting you off the red-haired boy. 

“Episodes over, time to talk.” Ashton said, pulling you from your seat and into the hallway, leaving the rest of the boys grinning on the couch. 

As soon as you reached the hallway, the grip on your wrist loosening but his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“Since when were you and Michael a thing?” he spat, his words laced with venom. 

“Me and Michael?” you laughed flatly, ”Michael and I aren’t anything.” 

His eyebrows raised at your statement, clearly not believing you. 

“Well, you seemed really comfortable back there. Him whispering into your ear and you giggling back at him, didn’t seem like nothing.” he said through gritted teeth, each word coming out more poisonous than the last. 

“What has my love life got to do with you. You have a girlfriend.” you said, sounding angrier than originally intended but you couldn’t help the fire inside of you that came with the thought of the blonde girl. 

“So what? As soon as I get a girlfriend you go crawling to the next boy?” Ashton shouted, waving his hands around in the air. 

“Michael and I are friends. Why do you even care so much? It’s not like we’re dating.” you shouted back, the once peaceful conversation now becoming heated. 

“Ugh, would you stop asking questions.” Ashton said, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

You went silent, watching Ashton as he tried to collect his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small width of the hallway. You stared down at your shoes, your heart feeling as if it could fall out of your chest. 

“Ash, calm down.” you sighed, looking back up at him to find him clearly stressed and aggravated. 

“Do you know how hard it is to watch you cuddle into him? To watch you giggle at the things he says and to have your hand on his fucking thigh.” he said, his eyes burning into you and you couldn’t help but feel tiny as he towered over you.

“Do you know how hard it is to hear you ramble on about your girlfriend? To hear how captivated you are with her and still have to smile and tell you she sounds great. Because it fucking hurts, Ash.” you finished, tears glossing your eyes. 

Ashton cowered back, his eyes sad as he took in your words. A tear slipped down your face and you shook your head pathetically, wiping your face. 

“I-I didn’t-” Ashton started before cutting himself off, not able to finish his own sentence. 

“Forget it.” you sighed, moping back into the front room; leaving Ashton alone in the hallway. 

The boys had remained on the couch, all of their eyes on you. It was clear from the pitiful smiles that they’d heard everything but you hadn’t expected any less since the two of you were practically screaming at each other. 

Calum held his arms open which you miserably fell into, his chin resting on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back. 

You heard Ashton leave, taking a small piece of you with him. 

“What a dick.” Luke spat, making you smile softly at his annoyance. “He gets his dream girl fucking handed to him and he still goes crawling back to some rich bitch.” 

You smiled at him, his temper seeming to burn out as he smiled softly back at you. You let out a huff, as you relaxed into the kiwi boy. 

“I’ll get over it.” you sighed, reverting your attention to the TV knowing full well that it wasn’t that easy. 


It was the very next day you found out that Ashton had broken up with Lola, apparently she’d been cheating or at least that’s what you’d been told. 

The boys had forgiven Ash but you still couldn’t bring yourself to face him despite his constant attempts to contact you, whether that be through texts, calls or face to face. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but you liked to think that you could. It’d been working for a while now but Ashton was trying harder to grab your attention. 

“You’re gonna have to speak to him someday.” Luke sighed, bringing up the subject for the thousandth time since him and Ashton had rekindled their friendship. 

“I prefer to avoid the problem until it goes away. In this instance Ashton is the problem.” you said, sending him a sarcastic smile. His eyes rolled back as he smirked at you. 

“You can’t hide from your problems forever.” he smiled, looking over your shoulder and to the door of the diner which you currently occupied. Your head snapped around to see the curly haired boy glancing around before spotting you. 

You looked across the booth, prepared to scold Luke; only to find him gone. You looked back once again to find him talking to Ashton before sending you a wink and leaving. 

Ashton slowly walked towards your booth as you sunk into your seat in hopes it would swallow you up. Unfortunately, it didn’t and soon you found yourself sitting opposite Ashton, resuming the position that belonged to Luke a few moments before. 

“Hi.” he breathed, his eyes burning into you as you slouched into the seat. You flicked your eyebrows up at him, the straw of your milkshake suddenly becoming interesting. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he groaned, his eyes searching your face for any emotions. 

“That’s the plan.” you smiled, before continuing to fiddle with the straw. 

“What have I got to do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his eyes sad as you finally made eye contact. Your heart yearned to forgive him and tell him you loved him but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

“You broke me, Ash. You had a girlfriend but still got jealous, or at least I think that’s what that was. I thought that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way but now I’m just confused.” you sighed. “I loved you and I still do.”

Your eyes were glossy as you sat there, awaiting his speech about how he loves you but only as a friend before proceeding to tell you that he hopes it can go back to the way it was. 

But before he said anything he reached across the table, cupping your hand in his two large ones as you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows. 

“I love you Y/N. So much.” he smiled sadly, his warmth radiating through you as his hands rubbed against yours. 

“Then why’d you get a girlfriend?” you said, your voice small in hopes he wouldn’t hear the wavering in your speech. 

“Because I thought I didn’t deserve you. I needed a distraction and Lola was perfect,” he said, making you wince slightly at the use of her name. “But she wasn’t you.” 

Your eyes burned into his as a tear threatened to spill but as soon as one did, Ashton was quick to catch it; the pad of his thumb swiping across your cheek. 

“So, you actually like me back?” you sighed, desperate for reassurance despite his confession. He chuckled slightly before speaking once again. 

“I don’t like you, baby girl.” he started, “I love you.” 

Your heart fluttered and you could’ve sworn you nearly threw up. The small smile he sent you almost made you explode and you were puzzled as to how he kept such a nonchalant composure whilst professing his love to somebody. 

“I love you too.” you breathed. 

Ashton leaned over the table and softly pressed his lips against yours making your eyes flutter shut and your heart to pound even harder than before. 

It was a few moments before he pulled back, your lips tingling from the innocent yet meaningful kiss. 

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible.” he muttered, somewhat to himself but it was knowingly directed at you. 

“Can we go home?” you smiled, your eyes soft as they met his dilated ones. 

“Of course, baby.”

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You lie in bed together with Jughead. You were playing some video games whole afternoon.
What are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know. What would you like to do, (Y/N)?” Jughead asks, looking at you.
“Maybe we could cuddle a little?” You smile at him with a hope in your eyes.
Jug sighs but he hugs you.
“What was that?”
“What do you mean?”

“That sigh. You don’t want to cuddle with me, Jug?” You look at him.
“No, that’s not it I… I’m just confused. That’s everything.”
“Confused?” You raise your eyebrows. “Why are you confused? Jughead, if you don’t have mood for this, just tell me. I’ll be okay with that.”
“Okay.” Jug sighs again. “I just… I just don’t want to cuddle today. I’m not in the mood. Sorry.” He sits straight. “Maybe I should go home…”

You want to cry. You don’t understand to Jug’s acting. “Do you… Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” Jughead answers your question but his voice is so cold.
“Why are you acting like that? You know you can talk with me about everything.”
“Probably.” He just shrugs, packing his things. “I have to go home.”
“So you have a girlfriend.”
“No fuckin’ way, (Y/N)! Could you stop with that shit?” Jughead looks at you. You can see he’s angry.
“Well then, we don’t have to talk anymore!” You shout at him. Your  tears are slowly falling down by your cheeks now. You’re so sorry about this situation. You’ve never been in this situation with Jughead.

Oh no, don’t cry, (Y/N).” Jughead sits next to you. He hugs you tightly, giving you a little kiss to the top of your head. You hug him back, trying to stop crying but it’s impossible for you now. “So, what’s wrong with me, Jug? If you don’t like me, we don’t have to be friends.”
“(Y/N), stop with this.” He’s quiet for a while what makes you even more nervous. “I’m… I’m just sorry for this. I didn’t want to get to this situation. The things is…” He sighs, looking at you. He grabs your head to force you to look at him. “The reason why I’m so confused is that… I feel like you’re more than a friend for me. Those sleepovers and cuddling and everything… I just realized I love you. I’ve never felt anything like this before. To anyone. That’s why I’m so nervous and confused. And since you’re my only friend, I was scared you’ll not like me back, you know.”

Kiss Land

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. 
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times
1,752 words

Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^


If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of perks. 

In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when and how to help you when you needed. 

And the list could go on and on, but there was one little thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:

Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. 

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Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

Originally posted by kiingholland

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

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#264: He Catches You Checking Out One Of The Boys

A/N:

I love when you request something and I instantly fall in love with, especially when it comes to the things being reversed, Y/N getting jealous and doing other stuff that you would normally write the boys about… If that makes sense I’m just rambling aha

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“You’d like some coffee?” You questioned even though you had no idea how the machine was working. You had been standing in front of it for ten minutes now trying to make it work, you had filled it with fresh pressed beans and water but nothing seemed to happen. “Of course.” He replied and plugged in the machine so it was ready to start, looking over at you with a teasing smile by your lack of skills to make it work. “You know I’m gonna blame the weather, the sun has barely shined yet.” You mumbled and placed the on button you had been almost harassing by pressing on it so many times. The sound of coffee being mixed was sweet music to your eyes and you looked over your shoulder when Calum showed into the kitchen as well. “Morning.” His voice was raspy and because of his hangover he wasn’t wearing anything else but his brief boxers. You stood for a second trying to sink in what was happening and when he stood beside you he smiled softly and coughed away the raspy morning voice he had. “There’s definitely too much to see.” Luke suddenly commented from your behind and with one swift movement he placed his hands in front of your eyes, starting to back you away from Calum and the coffee machine. “I see you be looking at him.” He whispered in your ear. “I wasn’t looking.” You couldn’t avoid the giggle, holding your hands on top of his.

Calum:

“And to that I replied-, Y/N are you even listening to what I have to say?” You froze out of your spot once Calum suddenly started to wave a hand in front of your face, trying to see if he could get some sort of reaction. He had been talking about an incident this morning at the reception to the hotel you were currently staying at, something he thought was very interesting but you were barely listening. You stood with your towel wrapped around you, the wind was cold but with Calum’s secure arm around you, you weren’t freezing. “Is it just me or has Luke really worked out his muscles lately?” You questioned out of the blue, you weren’t sure if it was in your mind or out loud but when you saw Calum’s reaction you realized it was reality. “Well he has been working out a lot lately but it’s nothing compared to me.” He quickly removed the t-shirt he was wearing and showed his golden brown skin, an almost desperate expression on his face to grab your attention instead. You looked away from Luke to see Calum flex his muscles more than he usually did, doing everything in his power to impress you. “You know I always have eyes for you only.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around him just to prove that you meant it, seeing him give Luke one last glare before he kissed you on the forehead happily.

Michael:

“Y/N could you get me one of the plectrums? I think I lost one.” He yelled over the loud music after having searched through his pockets for one but failed. He was sure he had one but after scanning everything he possibly had there was no doubt he had lost it. He furrowed his eyebrows confused when he didn’t get a single respond from you, you weren’t standing that far away but the sound from Ashton’s drumming was filling the whole arena. He was sitting behind the drum kit without a shirt on, sweat drippling down from his flexed biceps. You weren’t supposed to stand there and just watch but you were somehow so amazed by how he was looking you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t always Michael brought you for help but now you realized why. Michael looked down at the amp he was sitting on top that was connected with Ashton’s drum kit and with one pull he managed to turn everything off. Ashton didn’t take notice at all but by the sudden sound of everything not being so loud you could sense that someone searched for your attention. “Hello.” Michael yelled and waved his hand once Ashton’s drumming wasn’t as loud anymore and finally got your attention. “Boyfriend over here requires love and help.” You blinked twice by the sound of his voice, your jaw dropping and a deep blush came to your cheeks but you could tell that he wasn’t mad, just being the typical tease.

Ashton:

“How about this one?” Michael questioned and looked over his shoulder to see your reaction. You furrowed your eyebrows and scanned his body, trying to see if everything seemed to match. He had been the one to ask what he should wear for tonight and since you were the only one who seemed to be able to help you stepped up. “Not the jacket. Maybe you should go for leather instead.” You gave him one last glance up and down before leaning back in your chair and settled with your opinion. He always looked better when he was in leather especially for shows like these. “Sure thing.” He replied and took off his jacket to change it into something else. Meanwhile Ashton came into the room as well with a few clothes to try himself. But with your eyes focused on Michael to make sure that it seemed correct and meanwhile also checking him out in the mirror Ashton furrowed his eyebrows confused. He looked down at his clothes first but then he decided to drop it on the table next to him and took a seat right on top of you. “Oh I’m sorry, blocking the view?” He asked with a hint of jealousy and leaned his face closer to yours. “You’re heavy.” You answered instead and tried to breath but he seemed determined and didn’t want to remove from your lap. “I just thought you needed to look at something prettier.” He hummed and kissed your lips for a quick moment.

No Longer Forgotten

Fandom: Marvel (Thor’s movies)

Summary: Based on: “Imagine baking Loki his favourite Midgardian cake for his birthday, and him being deeply surprised because he told you when his birthday is just once and yet you’re the only one that remembered it and made him celebrate it after many years” by @imaginemarveluniverse

Word count: 1,573

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Originally posted by lokis-quinn

A gentle humming was lighting up the kitchen bathed in the soft sunlight. You checked the oven, looking proudly at the growing cake you had made by yourself. It seemed to be all right, but you got cautious after your previous attempt at baking, which is cooling down on one of the kitchen counters, completely burnt and inedible.

You sat on one of the chairs, trying to avoid looking at the ungodly mess you have made in the process of baking. Flour was covering the floor with a thin layer that you couldn’t get rid of with the broom. You should probably wash it, but you felt weak at the mere thought of it. You were so tired that you could fall asleep standing. Actually, a quick (but normal) nap was a very tempting thought – your sore legs would rest, and your eyes, which you have rubbed with a dirty hand, almost burning them with flavouring…

No! No rest before you finish. You wouldn’t survive another round of starting everything from scratch. Of course, you would certainly give up after another defeat if the cake was meant just for you, but it wasn’t this time. You had a very special occasion and wanted to make everything perfect…

A knock on the door was as surprising as unusual. You have barely any close friends and none of them lived nearby, so there was no chance they would randomly decide to visit you before speaking to you first. And this couldn’t be the mailman, because you had a letter-box on the other side of the building. No one was visiting you like that. Maybe someone got lost or one of your neighbours wanted to ask you something?

You flattened your hair which you had no time to even brush today, but gave up on trying to cover your war with the kitchen – the only thing that could help your clothes get back to socially acceptable standards was a solid wash.

You opened the door with a light smile to greet…

…Loki.

You said none of your friends would visit you unexpectedly? Well, you have forgotten about the one, now standing right in front of you – the only one that you would be more than happy to see every other day but today – and the one that was supposed to come tomorrow. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if you weren’t preparing him a birthday cake. A kind of surprise. And a present. Which you were supposed to give him on his bloody birthday.

And now he got suspicious. He probably had the right to be, since you froze in the doorway, with your thoughts literally screaming and your heart racing.

“Is everything okay…?” Loki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows and peeking in over your shoulder. Your lack of words had worried him.

“Of course!” you said with a totally unnatural, high-pitched voice. And there goes your cover…

“So… May I come in?”

“Yea-… I mean… Nothing is-… Maybe tomorrow, you said tomorrow? Of course I didn’t forget about our tomorrow meeting and neither did you, right?” you rambled, feeling smaller and smaller.

Green eyes looked at you appraisingly.

“If you have a guest, you can just tell me. I just appeared to be around and thought that I may come in, but there is no need to…”

“No! No, no, no!” you almost shouted, but quickly calmed down. The longer you were postponing it, the worse it was becoming. You took a deep breath, moving to the side. “No one is here, I just… had a bad day. Kind of. You are welcome anytime.”

Loki hesitated a bit, but entered your home, looking around suspiciously. He was clearly searching for any signs of what was bothering you, but besides the ungodly mess in the kitchen, nothing has caught his attention. He knew your house well enough to catch any change given the amount of time you two hang out up with there.

“Well, now  at least I think I understand why you didn’t want me to see all this,” Loki gestured to the pile of dirty dishes completely covering the sink.

You shrugged, standing at the doorframe. You had to admit that the tall man in a visibly expensive suit in no way fitted in that room. You were actually surprised that he came inside of it, not afraid of omnipresent mess. Thank God that Loki was your friend and wouldn’t get mad over some stains on his clothes that you were almost sure would appear out of nowhere. Or at least you thought he would. It wasn’t your fault you’d spilled some things. A few times. Because you happened to be a little bit too enthusiastic.

“You still seem to be stressed,” Loki noticed, making himself sit comfortable on one of the chairs. He crossed his long legs, piercing you with his gaze that you had no way to avoid.

“I’ve just had a bad day,” you carefully selected your words, knowing that you were treading on thin ice. You could almost hear it breaking as Loki was working you out openly. “Nothing serious. Tried to keep my mind away from everything, and well, you see what happened.”

“You mean this burning… thing?”

“Yeah, I kind of forgot about it for a bit too long, got distracted. I’ll have to throw it away…”

“I meant the one burning right now.”

“Wha-…? Oh, shit-…!” you rushed to the oven, almost breaking your legs on the way.

You didn’t even bother to look for a dishcloth, hissing over the sting of pain when the temperature kissed your palms. And almost destroyed your cake, apparently. You put it on the table, between empty packages and a sugar container. It didn’t smell that bad, but the obvious black spots on the sides were ruthless. And you were so close… But, after putting some icing that would easily cover them, a very thin layer of icing, maybe of different colours, who knows…

Loki observed the race of emotions on your face. You were like an open book for him after all those years of knowing each other. He had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue, but let it go, seeing how downcast you were.

The man cleared his throat.

“I bet it tastes better than it looks like.”

“It doesn’t look bad. Look there – this is a burnt cake. This one is… just slightly more crispy.”

“Who have you made this for?” Loki asked curiously.

“No one,” you answered a little too quickly for him not to notice.

He smirked wolfishly. You felt a rock forming in your throat. You knew that grin – it meant that Loki would never drop the subject that sparked his interest before getting to know every detail.

“So I may have a piece after it cools down?” he asked innocently.

“No, you can’t,” you said firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I have to decorate it first.”

“Oh, come on,” Loki smirked. “One piece won’t ruin your very necessary decorations.”

“Yes, it will, because this has to be perfect.”

“But you just said you made it for yourself. Since when do you care over the look and not the taste…? It’s so uncommon of you, I am starting to worry about you, you know?”

You groaned loudly, accepting your defeat. He would never stop, and you were too tired to argue with him for hours.

“I hate you,” you muttered, resting your head on the table.

“And you still didn’t answer my…”

“Because it’s for your birthday, maybe?! Okay, I know it’s not today, but you were supposed to come tomorrow. That’s why everything is a mess and I’m completely not prepared… Loki, why are you so pale? I mean, more pale than usual. Is everything okay?”

Loki was indeed frozen, with pure disbelief on his face.

“You did… what? How did you know about my birthday?” he uttered, suddenly in loss for words.

“You told me.”

“But that was ages ago!”

“And I’ve got this thing called a calendar. I just made a note, Loki. There is no need to act so surprised. Besides, you scare me and I’m not sure if you are okay or not… I tried, okay? I’ve just always been a disaster in the kitchen, that’s why I screwed it up…”

“Am I okay?” He repeated your words with raised eyebrows. “Are you actually asking me if I’m okay with my first birthday present in years? Do I look like I hate receiving goods? I’m a god, I love all of them, let’s be honest…”

You stopped him.

“Wait, so you’re saying that no one has celebrated your birthday in…?”

“Exactly. And now let’s move on to the main course, because the more I look at it, the happier I feel,” Loki licked his lips, which earned him a small laugh from you. It was another great thing about that day and it was still early.

He had almost forgotten how enjoyable birthdays could be when celebrated with someone close. He smiled to himself when you were looking for a plates.

Early| older!Richie Tozier x older!Reader

Request: Anonymous said
Hi! Can I request a Richiexreader imagine where you two are married and you return to Derry 27 years later to defeat Pennywise again and you reveal to him that you’re pregnant? Thanks

A/N : besides this being absolutely awful because I have no idea how to write stuff with pregnancy , i changed it a bit and made them engaged… but for the anonymous , enjoy! Xx
( Ezra Miller as older Richie)

Warnings: older! Everyone and pregnant! Reader. Also pennywise being a demon I guess.

The alarm was making an awful noise, filling up the once quiet room with hundreds of little and loud beeps.
“ Fuck” Richie mumbled with his head in his pillow, trying to find that damned alarm clock and turn it off.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, hiding your head in the crook of his neck, and kissing him slightly on his jaw. You looked up at him, seeing a messy haired Richie who had absolutely no desire to walk out of their bed.
“ First day of break, Richie. Remember your promise.” You whispered , still hugging him.
He rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his fingers brushing the skin on Y/N’s back. College was really getting the worst of him. He thought a new beginning far away from his birth town would be refreshing. Especially that he was with you, the only one that remembered him where he came from and who he was before damned classes. You were his light, and he sure as hell was yours. The only thought that kept him going was, well your wedding. You two were engaged for a little while , and after college was over , plan was that you’d get married by the beach and live there.
Of course, two almost broke college students , who could barely pay their rent every month couldn’t afford fancy vacations in Bora Bora , or even going somewhere at the seaside for a few days, so a child was the last thing you had expected.
In your head , the day was going to be like this: wake up, do breakfast for you and Richie and then eat it, go on a walk and maybe a movie and then deliver the not so great news. As you thought about the baby you were carrying, you blanked out, not answering Richie’s questions.
“ Y/N! Y/N!” he whisper shouted even though you were the only one in your apartment.
“ yeah? Yeah I’m here” you finally mumbled.
“ You ok? You kind of zoned out for a long time. Something on your mind?” he said tracing your back with his fingers, as he looked at you — oh how serene you looked in the morning light.
You smiled weekly. “ Yeah.. just thinking about class and other stuff. Nothing that important, really” you said, getting up , throwing one of Richie’s T-shirt’s on and going to the small kitchen. Remember the plan Y/N. Breakfast, stroll, movie, confession. Simple as that.

You set whatever you were cooking — maybe it was an omelette — on the stove, trying to get something done. A few minutes later, the omelette was almost ready, and Richie came in the kitchen from behind.
“ Mhm, smells amazing. I was thinking that maybe we could go in the park and then at this new movie? “ he said burying his head in the crook of your neck and slowly kissing your shoulder.
“ sound great Rich. Can you please hold—“ you said motioning to the plate, but you were interrupted by the ringing of the only phone this little apartment had.
“ All I ask is for one peaceful moment.” Richie said rolling his eyes and going to the phone.
As you put the omelette into the plates, you glanced once or twice at Richie who seemed very stressed. He had his hand in his hair, and after a few moments after hanging the phone he threw it into the wall, a loud fuck coming out from his mouth.
“ Richie are you ok?” you said running up to him. “ What happened?” You said, your eyes fanatically searching his, or anything that would give you an idea of what he had spoken at the phone.
“ It is back Y/N. It’s early! Fuck it!” He said punching the wall.
“ It? Who?” You said furrowing your eyebrows and then everything becoming clearer, as a look of terror washed over your face. “ No… no, no , no” you whispered.
Both you and Richie decided to leave that trauma behind. It was truly the worse experience of your life, leaving marks everywhere you went. You stopped thinking about you, and started to worry about the baby. The baby you loved so much and it wasn’t born yet. Oh god… you said grabbing your stomach.
“ I’ll be back in a few days. I’m going to kill that clown myself. My only break man!” he said going to your bedroom.
“ I’m going too Richie. You know I won’t even accept a no. I swore that I’ll be back if it is back too. The blood oath , Richie.” You said sternly.
“ I’m not going to keep you back from this, right?” he said looking at you, and you shook your head.
“ But if I lose you, Y/N… “ he said putting his forehead on yours, “ If I lose you I’m going to go insane. I can’t imagine one day without you.” he said kissing your forehead, your nose and finally your lips.
You kissed him back, a tear falling from your cheek. Oh how much he didn’t know.
“ Let’s do this.” You said , grabbing some clothes and pushing them in a luggage.

The trip to Derry was truly tiring, both you and your fiancé falling asleep on the bus and almost missing the station.
As you entered the town, you saw that nothing had changed. Everything is as it was ten years ago. Why would it be 17 years early? As you worried yourself, Richie took both your bags and went inside a diner, where you saw the rest of what once was The Loser’s Club. Beverly and Ben, now engaged, looked amazing together, Bill and his new girlfriend did too, and Mike, Eddie and Stan still had a memory of the glint that was once upon a time in their eyes.
Your eyes watered, as you ran to them. Maybe you haven’t spoken for a while, but you sure as hell remembered them and shared memories with them. They all looked a bit duller, though. Mike didn’t look as the happy kid you once met, but he was sure as hell the bravest — staying in Derry all this time. As you looked at each of them with tears strolling down your cheeks , Richie was behind you still measuring the situation. What would they do? Why did Pennywise come early?
As you made a small talk with Beverly, the boys finally began speaking.
“ I-I-It’s back” Bill started looking at all of us. “ Y-You k-know what we swore, y-you know the o-oath we made. W-we brought everything w-we t-thought we might need with u-us. L-let’s k-kill h-him now and forever.” He said with a cold look in his eyes.
You all nodded and it was like you were thirteen all over again.

As you got into the sewers you were surprised that even you still remembered a part of them. The smell of death was filling the air, and as you got closer to the center of the sewers, where the last fight took place you heard a voice.
“ Mommy!”
You turned around seeing a little three year old girl who looked exactly like you, but had Richie’s hair. As you looked better at her, you saw her eyes were bloodshot and instead of a heart she had a hole. A big hole in her chest. You gasped, as little kids came behind her, all whispering mommy. You were so enchanted by it that you had almost drifted apart by the group, lucky with Richie who pulled you back.
“ Have you seen something?” He said looking at you.
You shook your head quickly. He cannot know. A loud scream broke the silence.
In front of you, Pennywise was smirking devilish, as he was covered in blood. He didn’t look fully ok, you thought. His eyes were pale, he looked skinnier. You could even say he looked older, for a demon. As you studied him, his eyes stopped on you.
He twisted his head, laughed maniacally , his many sharp teeth showing and saliva dripping down his chin, all while walking to you.
“ Y/N, Y/N… what do I smell here?” It said, showing to his tummy. “ You have all… oh you have all grown quite a lot. But you’re all still afraid! Oh yes, I can smell it!” he said giggling.
Richie stood protectively in front of you, with an old metal bat in his hand. All seven of you were ready to fight, and luckily Pennywise wasn’t quite the most powerful at this moment. Unfortunately, you missed a big detail. You needed not to be afraid. And Richie not accepting your child and leaving you, oh god it made you cry just thinking about it.
All of the losers fought the evil clown, and each confronting their fear in one way or another, mostly helped by others. As It turned to you, the grip on the metal stick you held was tighter, and you felt as you could defeat him. Oh how wrong you were. Pennywise turned into your parents at first, who were never quite the example of what you wanted to be like as one. Little children whispering things were circled around you, and Richie suddenly had a smirk on his face.

“ Oh you think your baby will live? You think that I will care for that baby?” he said looking at you. Even though you kept whispering to yourself it wasn’t real, everything else seemed to fade out , and all you could focus on was Richie and his child.
You heard distant shouts of your name, but Richie was coming closer to you.
“ what’s their name., huh?” He smiled before showing his sharp teeth. Oh shit.
Finally, Richie hit Pennywise head with the bat he had, knocking it out for a bit and then looking at you.
“ We can only defeat him if were not afraid, Y/N. We shared our fears, and overcame them. Wha about you?” He said with his hand on your cheek, wiping the tear that strolled down.
“ I’m… I’m.. oh fuck I’m pregnant Richie.” You said crying.
He stared at you for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes, and you started to cry more.
“ That’s great news Y/N. We’ll talk about the names after we defeat the fucking clown, ok?” he winked at you and went back to the Losers.
Dumbfounded, you joined them, and for one last time you looked in each other’s eyes. “ Once and for all.” you said before turning to the demon who was already back in full force.
Like ten years ago, you circled him, and with a lot of kicks from each one of you he seemed to evaporate, finally going away. Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t. But you were sure as hell that he wouldn’t come back too soon.
As all of you were breathing heavily, you started to walk towards the sewers’ exit. On the way , Richie’s arm found it’s way around your waist.
“ If its a boy, Richie Jr, if it’s a girl Richita. “ he smiled and kissed you forehead.
“ In your dreams Trashmouth.” you smiled back at him.
All was good.
For now.

Dad Hat

Request: Older and married and finally find out she’s pregnant and cute + fluffy / “They didn’t just find out!  They already knew!”

a/n: hello all!! i have been up to my head in sociology homework this week, and most recently, celebrating the Patriots historic super bowl win!!!!! i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night/afternoon in whatever timezone you find yourself in!! and i’m also not ashamed that the first thing i thought of when writing soon-to-be dad shawn was him wearing a dad hat. so enjoy and tell me your thoughts 💜💜💜

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t know how you didn’t catch it sooner.  You had missed your last two periods, you’d been nauseous for the past few weeks throughout the day, and you’d been feeling more tired than lately.  They were the generic signs, and for some reason, they all went over your head.

           Normally, when you got nervous, you paced around your room.  And that’s exactly what you were doing now.  Shawn was in the studio for the day, so you were home alone to sit with your thoughts.  You knew when you would tell Shawn that he would be over the moon about you being pregnant.

           It would be your first child together, and you knew better than anyone else how much Shawn wanted to be a father.  It didn’t matter if you were having a boy or a girl, Shawn would be filled with love either way for your child.

            “Y/n?”

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Hogwarts Houses as Aesthetics

Griffindor:
ripped jeans with fishnet stocking, giggling behind your hand, messy buns, loud parties, running barefoot through grass, comical laughter, beach sunsets, the view from building tops, red and silver glitter, the smell of books, rough hands and soft hearts, beanies, vintage vans, skinny dipping, varsity jackets, letting your hair down, bold lipstick, and brightly colored cocktails
Ravenclaw:
Starry nights, city lights, boxer braids, old novels, the smell of pine needles, indie bands, cassettes, volks wagons, incense, dream catchers, grunge tumblr posts, scrunched eyebrows, color-coded everything, bags under your eyes, waking up on a rainy day, chokers, doodling on your hand, jumping in puddles, charm bracelets, painting your toenails different colors, dark eyelashes, and mirrors
Hufflepuff:
Warm fuzzy sweaters, bonfires, birds sitting on telephone wires, autumn evenings and hot chocolate, bikes with flower baskets, denim overalls, stuffed bears, carnivals, skirts that flow behind you, vinyl records, country breezes,laughing so hard you can’t catch your breath, washi tape, pretty stationary, forts made out of sheets, bohemian tapestries, dancing around your room with friends, fogged up glass, shirts rolled up to the elbows, and tea
Slytherin:
Motorcycle jackets, raising one eyebrow, alternative singers, blck, fog on city streets, dark polaroid pictures, keeping a diary, quotes about anything, vanilla scented candles, edgy nailpolish, waterfalls, silver rings, stone walls, wine corks, standing around the city at night, sly smirks, footprints in fresh snow, french purfume, and photo albums