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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.
AN: mAN THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE BUT EEEEK ITS MY FAV PART SO ENJOY GUYS!!!
Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.
Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.
“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.
Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.
Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.
“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it.
Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.
After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.
Why are children so difficult to handle? you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.
Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.
As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.
“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.
After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.
As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.
BTS Reaction | Seeing your body for the first time.
Anon request: Hi! Can I get a BTS reaction when it’s their first time doing it with their gf and they finally see her without clothes, wearing very sweet yet hot black lacy bra + panties for the first time? Hope it’s not too weird. PS: I SUPER LOVE your blog I come here everyday~
I was resting my back against
Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed
hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of
us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.
I was tucked tightly into a
blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms
were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just
by his faint yet loving touches.
I have been dreaming of this kind of hairstyle the last 15 years and FINALLY I had the courage to go for it - AND I FREAKING LOVE IT! And my barber was so lovely young woman that UUAHAHHAU!! <3 I praised her and this hairstyle from Earth to Heaven and she was so happy too! ^__^ <3
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
You woke up
feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since
you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at
Bucky who is sleeping peacefully underyou.
Something has changed since last night, you don’t
know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while
longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were
never the one to initiate it… until now.
You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making
sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him
one last time.
Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo
Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo
It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance.
You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body.
“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes.
“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle.
“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face.
“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge.
“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager.
“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face.
“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies.
“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room.
“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.”
I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo
It’s approaching the last night that the drive through is open, so you and your boyfriend Jughead try to make the best of it. Based off the requested song: Young God by Halsey
Warnings: emotions, kissing, and more emotions
Word Count: 2,027
A/N: I think this is angst? I tried my hardest to get the feel right! AHHH I hope you guys like it. I hope it’s okay
he says “oh baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends
i’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven.”
The drive-in was Jughead’s favorite place to be besides next to you. It was a bit weird to call him your boyfriend, since you had only been best friends since kindergarten. You were there for Jug over the summer when no one else was, and your feelings that had been right under the surface came to light with late night talks, walking to and from Pop’s and of course, movie nights. It only took about half way through the summer for him to confess that he also had a crush on you, for nearly just as long. Half way through the summer is also when the town got flipped upside down at the announcement of Jason Blossom’s death and the news that the drive-in was going to be shut down. You stood by your boyfriend through all of it, and even supported him when he told you he wanted to start writing a novel about it. Not soon after, you told him you loved him. Only problem was, he hadn’t said those words back.
It was the day before the drive-in was supposed to close, and some of your friends were sitting around a table outside trying to decide what movie was going to be played. It had to be a good one, after all.
“What about Mean Girls?” Kevin suggests, sitting across from you, next to Betty and Veronica. You all stare at him for a moment, thinking it over.
“It is a cult classic.” Betty jumps in to defend his suggestion.
“No way is the last night in the drive-in going to be Mean Girls.” Jughead protests, his eyebrow furrowing as you lean in closer to him. He puts an arm around your waist out of sight from your other friends.
“What about Rebel Without A Cause?” you ask, looking up at him. It was the first movie you ever saw together as a couple, and you knew it was one of his favorites.
He smiles, giving your side a light squeeze, “That sounds perfect.”
“Of course he chooses your pick, you’re the queen of his universe.” Kevin chimes in, clearly annoyed that his pick wasn’t chosen. You guys also weren’t hiding the fact that you were in a relationship anymore. Things were too different when you got back to school, and your friends almost immediately noticed something was up. It only took them a week to get the details out from you.
“And he’s my king.” You smile, chuckling along with your friends.
Kevin made a gagging sound which furthered the laughter. It felt good to laugh like this with your friends, with Jughead. Jug had been so focused lately on trying to keep thing running and also his novel, you barely saw him smile anymore. It was always a good day when you could see him happy.
As the laughter dies down I can tell that Jug has something to say, because whenever he does, he bites his lip and his eyes can’t seem to focus.
“Will you all be there?” Jug asks, looking at all of them expectantly. You knew that this meant the world to him, and it would secretly break his heart if your other friends didn’t come.
“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Betty tells him, looking at Veronica afterwards. Ronnie just smiled and flipped her black hair over her shoulder.
“You heard what my girlfriend said, we’ll be there.” She smirks, nudging Betty on the shoulder. You were so wrapped up in your summer with Jughead you had almost forgotten that not soon after Veronica moved here, she asked out Betty. They had been nearly inseparable since.
Everyone then looked to Kevin, who put his hands up in surrender, “It’s not Mean Girls, but I’ll be there.”
That left Archie, who had decided not to join you today. You didn’t know if they had made up at all, but there was a point in the summer where you weren’t even allowed to say his name without receiving the silent treatment from Jughead. You and Betty passed silent words with each other as you gave her a look. She knew that Archie had to be there, so she would do what she could to make him.
You felt Jug sigh in relief that everyone he cared about would be there. He wanted the last night to go well, and if he wanted it so did you.
Soon Betty and Ronnie and Kevin got up to leave, they had some English project they had to do, leaving you and Jughead alone.
You could tell he was a bit on edge, so you took his face in your hands and made him look at you, smiling softly at the way his hair curled just the right amount coming out of his beanie.
“It will be okay, I promise.” you say, placing a small kiss on his lips. You only could hope that your words remained true.
But do you feel like a young god?
You know the two of us are just young gods
“Why do you write?” you ask later that night, curled up with him on your bed. You fit together perfectly, your head on his chest and his hand playing with strands of your hair as you just enjoy being near each other. This has become a near nightly occurrence, him staying over at your house. He was welcome any time, as you knew what was going on with his dad, but you still wonder if something else isn’t going on.
“It releases stress,” he says, taking pauses to think about what he says next, “it’s a surreal feeling when you’re the one in control… like you’re the only one in the universe who can write something the right way, and so you do.” he explains, staring at the ceiling.
You nod your head against his chest, trying to understand his brain. You had been best friends for so long, but he still hid parts of himself away from you. He had parts to himself that were for his eyes only.
You sit up slightly, looking at him with admiration. “Are you okay?” You ask.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” he responds, joining you in sitting up. He rests his head on your shoulder, your back to his chest. He slowly begins placing small kisses on your neck, trailing up and down and back again. You tilt your head to the side to allow him more access.
“No reason, just wondering.” you lie. You know why you asked. You asked because you can tell that something is bothering him, something that he hasn’t told you. This is different from other things he hasn’t said. You know that there’s a portion of himself that he doesn’t like to share, but this is something different. He’s become distracted, preoccupied with something else entirely. He was more upset about the drive-in closing than he was letting on, and you wanted to know why.
“You’re thinking too much.” he says, a smile forming against your neck.
You turn to face him and press your lips to his, stopping him from speaking another word. He deepens the kiss, cupping the side of your face as his other hand slips under your shirt. Your breath hitches at his touch on the small of your back, his cold fingers tracing circles, driving you mad.
Your hand slips under his shirt, feeling his chest, committing to memory all the divots and crevices of his body. This boy was beautiful, and he was all yours. You pull his shirt off over his head, breaking your lips for him only to go back to your neck.
“Kevin was right.” he whispered.
You smile, “And you say I think too much?” you let out a small laugh, opening up your neck as he continues down your chest.
“You’re my queen.” he says.
He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges
I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon”
The drive-in was packed, cars lined up in neat rows, people in blankets. You and Jughead were near the back, a blanket laid out in the back of the truck your dad let you borrow for the night.
“It’s just about time.” you say, looking over him as you finish setting out the popcorn and drinks to the side. You hop in the truck and pat the space next to you for him to join you, “Everyone is here, even Archie.” you continue, gesturing to the cars and blankets next to you, your friends chatting about nothing.
Jughead looks nervous, his hands fiddling with each other, his leg shaking as he looks out over the crowd. He turns around and heads back to the building that plays the movie.
You follow close behind him, nearly chasing after him to see what’s going on. He enters through the back door and slams it shut. You hesitate to knock, unsure if he would let you in. You try the doorknob and it’s open, so you try to silently open the door. What you see stuns you as you let the door close.
There’s a small mattress in the middle of the room, shirts and shorts thrown everywhere. There are posters over some of the walls and a small mirror hanging on the back of the room.
The projector sits neatly at the front, the only part of this room that is actually supposed to be there.
“Jug, what is all this?” you manage to get out. He looks up from his work at the projector, his eyes growing wide. He bites his lip, and then you know that this is what he had been keeping from you.
“(Y/N)! You’re not supposed to be here.” he says, frantically coming around to meet you. He tries to push you out but you stand your ground.
“Shit I’m not, have you been living here?” you demand, looking at him with fire in your eyes.
His body slumps, his eyes fall. “Yes.” he gives in, not daring to meet your gaze.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” your voice softens, stepping closer to him. Your heart broke for your boyfriend, upset that he hadn’t come to you about this sooner.
“Because…” he says, trailing off, his leg beginning to bounce again, his hands pulling at the edges of his beanie, bringing it down further over his head.
“Because?” you push, taking his hands in yours, making him look in your eyes. You just wanted him to be honest with you for once, you wanted to see the parts that he’s hidden.
“Because,, (Y/N).” he says, “Because I didn’t want you to think less of me. I didn’t want you to leave.”
He looks at you with sadness in his eyes. He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but you stopped him with a kiss.
Your hands go to cup either side of his face, his hands hesitant at first, still afraid. You deepen the kiss and he finally wraps you in his embrace. This is the moment you had been waiting for since the end of the summer, the moment when he would tell you, when he would finally open up. You didn’t imagine it exactly like this, but it was perfect, in your own little way.
“Jughead Jones the third,” you whisper against his lips, “I am not going anywhere.” You say making him believe it.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” he whispers in return.
“Don’t be, just no more secrets, okay?” you ask, pressing your forehead to his, looking in his eyes.
“Okay.” he says, and then suddenly pulls you down to the makeshift mattress, you falling next to him. He was on top of you, placing light kisses down your neck as the movie began to roll in the background, “there is one more thing I haven’t told you yet.”