#goodnight hangover see u in the morning

[user21340]

unexpected confession

(not my gif or characters)

summary: you have a little too much to drink and nat takes care of you. you then confess your crush to a certain someone without realizing.

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, alcohol, swearing (lmk if i’m forgetting any)

word count: a little over 1k ish

a/n- just another drunk reader fluffy story. i’ve been consuming wanda and nat fanfics for a bit now and decided to write one. i’m aware it definitely has grammatical and structure issues but i’m trying (i don’t understand how to set up dialogue for the life of me)😪. thank you for reading, love yaa💕💕

also i’m sorry that this story is a lil messy i was bored in between classes. with that being said my thoughts as well as this short are scattered a lil.

It was another fun night out with the team at one of Tony’s notorious parties he threw for the littlest reasons or simply no reason at all. It was about 1:30 AM and you were completely o u t of i t. You were sitting crisscross applesauce on the cold tiles while staring at a blank wall daydreaming about being Natasha’s girlfriend. Of course you had a crush on her who wouldn’t? The only times you fantasized about being with her was when you were dreaming because someone like her would never even shake hands with someone like you, right?

Now, you hardly ever let loose and you were a pretty shy and reserved person so it was surprising to everyone on the team when you starting pounding drinks, but at this point those thoughts were quickly forgotten when your state mirrored most other team members as well. You finally broke out of your daze when you feel a soft hand pat your shoulder. You look around and see the whole team was gone meaning they most likely retreated to their rooms during the time when you were blanked out. You finally look up, much to your confusion, you see the gorgeous, surprisingly sober, red headed ex-assassin peering down at you with a expression between concern and amusement written all over her face.

“Hey y/n/n, it’s bedtime.” Natasha spoke softly.

“But I’m not tiredddd...” you whined and pouted.

“I’ll be the judge of that, babe.” she chuckled.

Your brain short circuits at the pet name as your eyes widen and mouth opens and closes like a fish. She is puzzled for a minute while trying to figure out what caused you to shut down. It doesn’t take long for her to figure the trigger which she laughs at as she outreaches a hand towards you on the ground.

You just stare at it for a couple seconds and look up at her face then back down to her hand. As amusing and adorable you are in this state she knows you better get to bed soon and hydrate yourself before you have a hell of a hangover tomorrow. She proceeds to grab your hand to stand you up. Still starstruck, you try and work with her by taking a step forward which you stumble and you grab Natasha for support which she lets you do before picking up your smallish frame and placing you on her hip.

You are more than content with the position you are in as she effortlessly carries you up to where you think your room is. Only to find out minutes later you are being placed in a foreign bed in an unfamiliar looking room.

“Hold on y/n/n I’ll be right back. Let me go grab you a bottle of Fiji water before the boys suck it down after trying Thor’s Asguardian liquor. Don’t fall asleep on me just yet sweetheart.” she half heartedly lectures.

“No! P-pleaseee don’t go!” you say starting to tear up. Natasha frowns,

“Awe, don’t cry honey, I’m just going to get you water and maybe some tylenol so when you wake up you don’t feel like shit.”.

“Oh, okay!” you smile returning to your happy self. She walks towards the door with her signature smirk on her face while slowly shaking her head at your hasty mood swings.

3 minutes later

Natasha opens her door seeing you all bundled up in her blankets and smiles. Half asleep, she makes you sit up and finish half of the water bottle. You have a huge tired smile on your face,

“Nat, can I tell you a secret?” you speak.

“Of course y/n you can tell me anything.” she answers.

“First you have to pinky promise me you won’t tell her though. Okay?”.

“Yep,” she pops the p as she intertwines her pinky with yours, “your secret is safe with me.”

“I have a crush on someone you might know.” you slur.

“Is that so?” you nod. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up because after all this time getting to know you on the team she is just utterly infatuated with every fiber of your being. She really thought you were aware of her crush on you but you were completely oblivious to the signs of flirtation she would send your way.

“She’s the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, brave, badass women in this universe, she also has eyes I could get lost in for months at a time, and I have a crush on her.

“Who?” she questions.

“Black Widow. I know I don’t have a chance with her but it’s fun to dream big sometimes, y’know? I just love her so much. She can take down men triple her size, hack into almost any web infrastructure, and god, have I mentioned she looks like a goddess yet?” you ramble while she is frozen at the end of her bed with a small smirk on her face.

“Don’t you think you should dream a little bigger than that baby?” she says as she inches a little closer to you. You shoot her a glare.

“Why? You don’t think that dream is big enough? I can’t possibly think of anything I would like more in life than to have a chance to go on a date with her.” you start off speaking full of anger but it slowly reduces to a hushed whisper.

“No, not at all y/n/n. But you really should go to bed now. We’ll talk in the morning, sounds good?” she suggests.

“Yeahh” you yawn, “just one more thing Nat, can you lay down with me? Also, you might be surprised to hear this, but you kinda look like Black Widow.” she let’s out one of the most genuine laughs you have ever heard from her.

“You know what? Now that you mention it, people have told me that before. But, of course I’ll lay with you.”

She lays on the bed right next to you. You face her and cling onto her like a koala bear.

“Night, night, Natty.” you whisper.

“Goodnight cutie.” she softly replies, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader

[reinerispretty]

like i do (sokka x reader) modern!au

hello :) this is part 2 to this lil thing i did a little bit ago! loosely based off of ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by del water gap! so give that a listen if u want :) 

also...just a smidge 18+ ! all characters are adults

She pouted at him, her heels dangling in her hand. “I couldn’t walk all the way home,” She said.

Sokka chuckled as he brought her inside. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” He sat her at the kitchen table and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water and grab some Advil for the hangover he knew she’d have in the morning. “Didja have fun?”

Sokka, for lack of a better word, was fucked. 

It had been a few weeks since (Y/N) had pulled him from his hole and forced him to go outside. Since then, she had spent nearly every day at his apartment. He didn’t mind. He welcomed it, really. Having (Y/N) around was a nice distraction from the heartbreak that had been crippling him from weeks. She brought her schoolwork with her during the weekdays and worked on assignments while he lounged around his apartment. He’d hover over her shoulders as she studied and asked that she explain what she was learning to him. Sokka had never been particularly interested in academics, but when they came from her mouth, he was completely entranced. She had a way of making even the most mundane things sound exciting. 

On weekends, they got breakfast together in the mornings. Sometimes she would stick around for lunch, but usually she went home and spent some time to herself. “I’m just a text away,” She would say before she left, a bright smile resting on her pretty lips. And she stuck by that. More often than not, Sokka found himself calling her just because he missed the sound of her voice. 

He realized what this looked like of course, and that scared him. (Y/N) had been one of his closest friends before he had started dating Yue and he worried that if things changed between them, he’d lose her again. So he kept it to himself, not even sharing his feelings with Zuko or Aang. And he definitely couldn’t tell Katara, because while she was his sister, she was also (Y/N’s) best friend and he had learned a long time ago that the two had absolutely no secrets between them. So Sokka was perfectly fine just hanging out with (Y/N) and enjoying her company. 

That was, until the dreams started. He would shoot up in bed, sweat peppered across his tanned skin as he tried to catch his breath. If he closed his eyes, he would see the images again. Limbs tangled together, her nails pressing into his biceps as his head dipped into the spot between her neck and shoulder. Even though it was a dream, he could feel her breath against the shell of his ear and hear her soft little moans as her eyes squeezed shut. They had started out as being few and far in between, but recently they had become an every-night occurrence. When he saw her in the mornings, he would try his best to suppress the memories into the back of his mind. Some days it was harder than others. 

So yes, Sokka was royally screwed, and this fact was confirmed further when (Y/N) arrived on his doorstep on a warm Saturday night, absolutely wasted. Her hair was tousled and her makeup was smudged, but as Sokka opened the door, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She pouted at him, her heels dangling in her hand. “I couldn’t walk all the way home,” She said. 

Sokka chuckled as he brought her inside. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” He sat her at the kitchen table and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water and grab some Advil for the hangover he knew she’d have in the morning. “Didja have fun?” 

(Y/N) huffed as she adjusted the little black dress she was wearing. “Not even a little bit. Zuko was in a horrible mood.” 

Sokka straightened up a bit. “You went out with Zuko?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level. (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement. 

“It was supposed to be like, a date, I guess, but who even brings their date to a club? It was too loud and he hates being around people, I don’t even know why he brought me there.” Sokka brought the glass of water and medicine to her, which she gratefully accepted. She popped the pill in her mouth and chugged the water. 

“More?” Sokka asked. She nodded. “Maybe Zuko wanted to try something new?”

“Whatever he did, it was weird. We got into a fight.” She stood. “Can I borrow some clothes? I don’t wanna wear this dress anymore.” 

“Sure,” Sokka said. He imagined that she’d come back wearing an oversized Water Tribe t-shirt and some pajama pants, but when he turned around he almost choked when he saw her. She wore one of his grey hoodies that was much too large for her. Its sleeves went past her fingertips and it came down just a little bit above her knees. “Are you wearing pants?” 

(Y/N) giggled and shook her head. “Nope! I never sleep in pants.” She paused as she made her way to the couch. “I can sleep here, right?” 

“Of course!” Sokka said, perhaps a bit too excitedly. (Y/N) smiled, hugging a throw pillow close to her chest. “What did, uh, you and Zuko fight about?” 

(Y/N) groaned, tossing her head back. “He thought I was flirting with the bouncer and I was like dude, chill out, I’m barely even flirting with you!” She pursed her lips. “I think that made him mad, because he didn’t talk to me for the rest of the night.” 

“You know how Zuko is,” Sokka said with a wave of his hand. “He’ll be fine in the morning.” (Y/N) patted the cushion beside her, and he sat down with a grunt. She cuddled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. This wasn’t a new position for them, but Sokka felt hyper aware of every movement she made. She wrapped her arms around his. 

“You’re right,” She said as her eyes fluttered shut. Sokka squirmed under her touch and cleared his throat. 

“Do you...do you think you’ll go out with him again?” 

(Y/N) shrugged. “Maybe. I dunno. I wanna sleep.” She whined as Sokka stood up and she flopped over on the couch. 

“C’mon, you can have my bed tonight.” He took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. It was small, but just big enough to fit a king sized bed. It went wall-to-wall and was covered in furs from back home. It was easily (Y/N’s) favorite part of the apartment, as she had told him this many times. 

She crawled into bed and although he wasn’t trying to look, he caught a peak of her bum. He looked away quickly, trying to suppress the blush that was raising to his cheeks. She burrowed herself underneath the blankets and was asleep within seconds. Sokka smiled at her before grabbing a pillow and blanket and making a bed for himself on the couch. He fell asleep to the sound of the George Lopez theme song. 

When (Y/N) woke up, she was heavily disoriented. It took her a few minutes to register where she was. Sokka’s bed. She looked at the clock on his bedside table. It read, 4:36 AM. And then, the dream came back. A murderer chasing her through a dark forest. She tripped over tree roots and her own feet, causing him to catch up to her. She woke up right before he plunged a knife into her heart. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest and the shadows of the room struck fear into her, even though she knew she was being irrational. Quietly, she slid out of bed and tip-toed to the living room, where Sokka was snoring peacefully on the couch. “Sokka?” She whispered. 

She walked over to where he lay and poked him with her finger. “Sokka!” She whispered again. He sat up, obviously confused. (Y/N) felt bad for waking him up, but she could count on her hands and feet times when Sokka had rudely awoken her, so she thought this was well-deserved. 

“What time is it?” He asked, squinting to look at the TV clock. “Are you okay? Did you throw up? I have a mop in the broom closet.” He stood to go get the mop but (Y/N) grabbed him by the wrist. 

“No, I didn’t get sick,” She said quietly. “I had a nightmare. Really scary.” 

“Oh,” Sokka said, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

She shook her head. “I was wondering if you could sleep in the bed with me? It’s pretty big and I can stay close to the wall so we have enough space.” 

“Definitely,” Sokka said. He gave her a sleepy smile and followed her back to his room. They both crawled into the bed, staying as close to their respective walls as possible. 

“Goodnight, Sokka,” She said. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” 

When Sokka awoke the next morning, he was no longer near the wall. During the night, he and (Y/N) had traveled to the middle of the bed. Her head rested on his chest, her arm slung around her waist, and Sokka had one arm around her shoulders. Their legs were completely tangled. He listened to (Y/N) breathe softly as she slept. He could stay like this forever, he thought. 

(Y/N) woke up a few hours later, rolling over and stretching her limbs. She nearly hit Sokka in the face. “How long have you been up?” She asked.

“A couple hours,” He said. (Y/N) furrowed her brows at him. 

“Sokka! You should’ve woken me up.” 

“But you looked so pretty while you slept.” Both realized what he had said after he said it, and both felt their cheeks get extremely hot. (Y/N) crawled to the edge of the bed and unlocked her phone. She sighed. “What’s wrong?” 

“Zuko wants to get lunch today.” She turned back to Sokka. “I care about Zuko a lot, but I don’t really feel like seeing him today.” 

“Then don’t.” She laughed. “No, I’m serious. Stay here today.” Sokka’s voice was oddly steady. He crawled over to her. (Y/N) hadn’t noticed it when she had brought him into the room last night, but he had changed into blue checkered pajama pants and nothing else. She swallowed. His face was so close to hers. Her eyes flitted down to his lips for a second before she looked away. She stood up. 

“I might just hang out at my apartment. Could I borrow a pair of pants? I’ll wash them, I just don’t wanna do a fake walk of shame back to mine.” Sokka grabbed her hand. 

“(Y/N)...” He started, but she closed her eyes tight and shook her head. She knew what he was about to say, and while it was something she had been wanting to hear for years, she wasn’t sure if she was ready. If he was even ready enough to mean it. “I want you to stay with me, please.” 

“I can’t, Sokka.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because!” Her eyes shot open. “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t even think you do. Something like this isn’t a joke to me.” 

“Who says it’s a joke to me?” She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

“How do I know you’re being for real?” She whispered. “That you’re not just saying this to help you get over Yue?” 

Sokka’s blue eyes searched her face, his brows furrowed in confusion. “(Y/N), the weeks we’ve spent together, I’ve been happier than I’ve been in years. Happier than I’ve been with anyone else. I’ve been in love with you for so long! Ask Katara!” 

(Y/N) laughed. “You’re so dumb! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t think you wanted to be with the guy who dropped out of college.” 

(Y/N) grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him. Sokka’s eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her down so she could sit on his lap. When they pulled away to breathe, he smiled up at her. 

“So you’ll stay with me?” (Y/N) nodded, a shy smile playing at her lips. “Forever?” She laughed and rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t push it.” 

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[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; daddy kink, minor dumbification, name calling(like once) but also soft wonwoo!! 🥺💕 we love soft woo in this house!! thank you for your continued patience y’all! I love u 💕 take care of yourselves, drink water 💕💕

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For the next couple of days, you continue to text Wonwoo; somewhat shocked that he was quite responsive to your messages. Something about him struck you as the ‘left on read’ type initially, then you realized you didn’t really know much about Wonwoo in actuality.

On the flipside, you avoid the library all-together, getting your work done at home where you can actually focus and get the shit done. Also because you start to worry that people like Mingyu, who reads you like an open book, will start to take notice of your sudden frequent visits to the library that you normally only went to once in a while.

Wonwoo texts you a few times asking if you’re okay and you wonder for a second if maybe the fox-eyed fratboy actually cared about your wellbeing and you reply back each time, letting him know that you’re fine and just preferred to get work done at home for the time being.

He doesn’t ask any further.

Except this time when he texts you on a Saturday afternoon after his shift at the library, you can’t help but be curious what his intentions are. He asks you to meet him at a cafe, citing a time and location without any further instructions or details. You know for sure he doesn’t have any classes since it’s a saturday so he must be free all day. And you contemplate telling him you’re busy, but you figure it can’t hurt to see what he wants.

When you show up to the cafe on Saturday, you’re running late by a few minutes, power walking into the shop as quickly as you can while your eyes search for Wonwoo. He probably came here right after his shift, you think, fuck, I hope he wasn’t waiting long.

“Hey! Over here!”

Turning, you see him at a corner table, two drinks already present while he puts the book he was reading away. “I was kind of wondering if you weren’t going to show up.” He smiles at you kindly as you sit down and for a moment you wonder if you’re really meeting the same Wonwoo.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I woke up late so…”

“S’okay. Happens all the time and anyway it’s Saturday so most people sleep in. Anyway, I ordered you a caramel macchiato, I didn’t really know what you wanted to be honest.” His voice turns shy, mumbling towards the end as you choke on your own spit. This could not be Wonwoo.

The Wonwoo you knew was cocky and domineering; full of mesmerizing charm and unending smirks when he fucked you. This Wonwoo in front of you matched his usual outward image; shy and reserved, avoidant eyes when you try to make eye contact.

“Oh, uh, this is fine! Thank you. I kinda realized we don’t really know much about each other, huh?” You end with an awkward laugh, picking up your cup to take a sip.

“Yeah, to be honest, that’s why I invited you out today. I thought maybe we can… get to know each other.”

“Hu--Huh? Oh, um, yeah that… would be good.”

You can’t help but blush when Wonwoo opens the door for you when you exit the cafe.

Over the approximate hour and a half there, Wonwoo tells you about himself while you tell him about yourself, learning little bits and pieces of each others’ lives. And what you learn about Wonwoo couldn’t be farther from the one you’d gotten to know between the bookshelves.

He tells you about his archeology major; eyes lighting up when he tells you about the research one of his professors had been doing. And then when he tells you about his volunteer work at the rescue center that he usually does on Saturdays, you feel your heart doing backflips in your chest. There was no way you were going to fall for a guy from SVT House. You hated that you automatically categorized him with the rest of his fraternity but there was a reason why they were notorious in the first place.

“Hey, you okay?” Wonwoo’s worried eyes meet your confused ones. “H-huh?” He leads you onto the sidewalk, hand on the small of your back as he walks with you down the street. “I was asking you if you wanted me to walk you home or if you wanted to come to the rescue center with me. We won’t be there for long but it’s… something to do, I guess. I usually go after my shift at the library and I’m usually alone but we were at the cafe for a while so...”

You try to swallow down any weird romantic feelings that threaten to bubble up, nodding your head as you send him a small smile. “Yeah, I’d love that actually. I mean, to come to the rescue center with you.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon together playing with the kittens that Wonwoo had seemingly fallen in love with; watching as they followed him around while he cleaned up. You help him tidy up, only sitting down once all the chores were taken care of.

A small calico comes to sit in Wonwoo’s lap when the two of you finally get ready to leave for the day.

“She seems to like you a lot, Wonwoo. She’s been following you all day!” He laughs at your compliment, petting the cat in his lap. “Guess I just have that kinda charm, huh?” You roll your eyes, reaching into his lap to pet the, now, purring cat. “She just wants a daddy to take her home and care for her.” In a flash, you realize the fault in your wording, cheeks heating up immediately when you realize your mistake and Wonwoo’s sudden silence.

“She wants a daddy, is that what you said?” “Um, y-yeah, you know, wants… to be taken to a loving home.” “Mm. I see.”

Neither of you say any more, letting the cat get the last bit of your attention until it’s time to leave.

Wonwoo walks you back to your place after; the silence almost deafening until he stops in front of your building.

“I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll, um, see you around Wonwoo. I had a nice, um, time.”

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”

 Mingyu invites you to a study party of sorts one weekday after his morning class wraps up, promising you there’d be food if you showed up. You agree on the count of free food, but you remember halfway to the SVT House that, yes, Wonwoo lives there too.

Checking the time, you realize it’s just a bit after his shift at the library but he has afternoon classes so you breathe a sigh of relief, continuing your walk towards the frat house. Vernon meets you at the door, ushering you inside to the living room where the others were already getting started.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nerd.”

Mingyu slams his book shut, getting up from his place on the floor to pull you into a hug. Your eyes immediately scan around the room, eyes fixated on a certain silver haired male oddly present.

“Uhh…” You freeze up in Mingyu’s hold, tentatively wrapping your arms around his midsection for a half hearted hug. “Yeah, hi…”

“Did you just ignore the fact I just called you a nerd? Are you finally accepting your true calling?” Mingyu jokingly checks your temperature, laughing as he drags you to a spot in between himself and Minghao on the floor.

“Okay, anyways weirdo, I know you haven’t formally met everyone so say hi.” You crack a tight lipped smile, introducing yourself to the others present in the room. You realize that it’s true you’d never been formally introduced to anyone in SVT House, but it made sense considering you’d either decline their party invites and the only other few times you’d seen them were in passing. You do recognize Vernon from your Film Analysis class and Jun from the Modern Architecture class you’d taken last semester. The new faces around the room were Jihoon who is a Music Technology major and Seungcheol who is a Music Business major. Wonwoo introduces himself quietly; a twinkle in his eye when he smiles at you from across the room.

After formalities are done, everyone quickly delves into actually studying and talking about their coursework; Minghao invading your personal space to ask you for your opinion on some of the pieces he’d been working on for his Abstract Art class. You give him your undivided attention, Mingyu leaning in to also give his opinion. 

Seungcheol orders food at some point, notes forgotten for a little bit while everyone eats before diligently getting back to their studies. 

You take in account how Wonwoo opens up to his frat brothers, laughing and playing along with their jokes the entire time.

After a while, everyone slowly disperses; some returning to their rooms and some leaving for their night classes. Wonwoo stays behind. Still reading through one of his textbooks when Minghao, the only person other than you and Wonwoo, decides to finally head back to his room.

“You… wanna stay here with Wonwoo or...?” Minghao turns to you one last time, waiting for your reply.

“Oh um, I’m just gonna finish reading this chapter and then get going?” You turn to Wonwoo who meets your eyes. “Yeah, I’ll see her to the door when she’s done. You can head back to your room, ‘Hao. I got it.”

Minghao nods, already heading towards the stairs to leave you and Wonwoo alone in the living room.

You give it a second, making sure everyone is truly out of the living room before you clear your throat.

“I thought you had afternoon classes, I was surprised you were here.” His eyes never leave his book, fingertips at the corner to flip the page.

“It was cancelled today. Thought I’d supervise their study session or else they’d just goof off. It was nice to see you today though, princess.”

Blushing, you slam your book shut on accident, placing it on the floor next to you. “Y-yeah, it was nice being here today. I’m shocked they really hit the books too. I’m so used to Mingyu missing class from his hangovers, to be honest. Who knew he could really focus when he needed to, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, already starting to tidy up.

“Um, I guess I should head out then? I don’t want to be out too late so…”

“Yeah, um, did you want me to walk you back?”

“No! Uh, I mean no it’s okay! The sun’s still out anyway and I need to run by the store so I’ll just walk back myself. Thank you though.”

Wonwoo walks you to the door, a firm hand on your waist as he escorts you. In actuality, you hadn’t seen him since the prior Saturday when he’d taken you on the little outing, which you didn’t consider a date, and even this time he hadn’t even tried to lay a finger on you. And in theory, you should have been glad at the distance but part of you genuinely missed his physical touch.

“Well, I guess… I’ll see you?” Ah, familiar words.

“Yeah, who knows, maybe I’ll actually swing by for a party if Mingyu invites me next time?” He smiles lopsidedly at you, squeezing your waist before letting go.

“Get back safely.”

“W-Wonwoo, hah, pl--please more…”

“Mm? Who’s Wonwoo? Shouldn’t you be addressing me properly? And what do you want more of, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit, grinding into your own palm. Wonwoo watches you through the phone that’s set up haphazardly on the bed in front of you, his own hand in his sweats as he strokes his cock. “Ah, c-can I add another f--finger? P-please… daddy…”

He chuckles darkly, a soft groan on his lips after as he watches your fingers disappear into your pussy.

“Think you deserve it, baby?”

“I---I, ah, I dunno, daddy…” You let go of the vibrator, letting it fall to the bed next to you. “H-Haven’t I b-been good for you, d-daddy?”

“You have, sweetheart. My cute babygirl was so good for me. You can add another finger.”

He watches you ease in a third finger, moans spilling from your lips at the stretch. You give yourself a second to adjust to it, hips wiggling once the initial sting subsides.

“Look at you. So desperate to get your cute ‘lil pussy filled. Y’kno, you were so cute earlier. Sitting in between Minghao and Mingyu and studying like a good girl. Maybe we should try cockwarming next time, hmm? I could read you some poems while you sit on my cock.”

You moan at his words, clenching around your fingers as you thrust them in and out. “A-ah, that--that sounds n-nice...”

“Yeah? You wanna sit on daddy’s cock while I read you poems?”

“Mmhmm… Yes, daddy… w-want your cock..”

“Aww, my babygirl only knows how to take daddy’s cock, huh? Why don’t you get your vibrator for me again.” You reach for the discarded item, fingers still knuckle deep inside of your pussy as you moan out.

“W-what next, daddy?”

“What do you think, sweetheart? You get your pussy full and now you can’t even use your head? Hmm? Can’t even think straight?”

“M’sorry…”

“I want you to turn it up to the max setting and put it against your clit. Make yourself cum for me. Let me see you.”

You whimper when the harsh vibrations meet your clit, toes curling against the bedsheets. “I see your legs trying to shut, princess. Don’t make daddy angry.” Nodding, you try to keep your legs open towards your phone for Wonwoo to see, trying to watch him on the screen through bleary eyes.

“Is d-daddy gonna cum s-soon too?”

“Mmhmm, let me see you cum first, baby.”

You pump your fingers faster, using your other hand to keep the vibrator tightly pressed against your clit.

“M-my hands are gettin’ tired, daddy…”

“I don’t care. Weren’t you the one who called me? Telling me your panties were wet and you needed to get off? Begging me on the phone to help you cum?” You whine, the urge to cum rising. “Daddy, p-please keep talking to me… I’m close...”

“You like it when daddy talks to you? You’ve barely even watched me this entire time while I’ve had my hand around my cock. You’re so lost in your own pleasure, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I was there fucking you.” Wonwoo moans, hips canting up into his own fist as he watches you. He’s close to cumming too, wanting to cum with you.

“Fuck, baby, cum for me. Cum with me.”

You cry out, body arching against the sheets when you cum. You can vaguely hear Wonwoo’s moans in the background as well, too focused on your own pleasure to fully pay attention.

The vibrator falls out of your tired hand just as you feel the air back in your lungs, slowly slipping your wet fingers from inside of you.

“Mmm, is my baby tired now?” You look at your phone through foggy eyes, shaky legs still spread wide for Wonwoo to see your glistening folds.

“Mmhmm..” You decide to give him one last show, bringing your wet fingertips to your mouth as you lick them clean.

“Fuck, you’re a filthy ‘lil slut.”

You giggle, popping the digits from your mouth. 

“Yeah, but I’m your filthy ‘lil slut.” 

#wonwoo smut #fratboy!wonwoo #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

[skullrock]

the confessions - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

pairing: Steve x Reader

request: hey! can u write a fic where steve and reader go to a party and reader gets shitfaced but steve stays sober and she’s pretty much hitting on him the entire night cause the alcohol gave her courage, and when steve takes her home she’s like super handsy with him and saying sweet things to him (also saying suggestive themes things to him that makes him go 😳) and steve’s super sad cause he loves her and thinks it’s drunk talk. but its not!! so they talk about it the next day. thank you

warnings: swearin’ and angst! some suggestive content if ya squint

word count: 2k

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Steve watched as you downed shot after shot, regret running through him with each glass of vodka. He brought you here to have fun - he didn’t anticipate having to babysit you. He knew you were stressed, but he didn’t know you were this stressed. As he watched you head for the punch bowl again, he went to intervene.

“Hey!” you sing, happy to see him. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for an awkward hug. “What’s up, buddy!”

“I think you need to go home,” he says, pulling away from you gently. His stomach flipped every time you touched him, but he wanted to swallow those feelings. You were his friend, after all. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself. “You think… I think you need to go home!”

“Okay,” he says smoothly. “Let’s go home together, what about that?”

You gasp and throw a hand up to your heart. “Why, Mister Harrington, are you inviting me to your house?”

Steve’s cheeks turn red, but he attempts to act unfazed. “No, I’m taking you to your house, okay?” He gently takes your cup from you and puts his arm around your waist to support you as he took you to his car.

The thing is, you had drank so much because you wanted to hit on him. You needed that extra courage to get you to actually make a move. Did you overdo it? Yes. Did the alcohol work? Also yes. Maybe it worked a little too well.

When you step outside, you pull Steve into you, pressing into his chest. “You look so good tonight, Stevie, you know that?”

Steve’s ears turn pink. “Since when do you call me that?” he asks, gently pushing you away from him.

“Do you like it?” you ask. “It’s cute, like you.”

“Okay,” Steve says, clearing his throat. “Um, thanks.”

“Do I look cute?” you ask, leaning on him heavily as he continues to guide you to his car.

“You always look cute.”

You gasp. “You mean it?”

Steve’s heart twists painfully. “Of course I mean it.”

As he sits you in the passenger seat and leans over to buckle you up, you wrap your fingers in his hair. Steve’s cheeks turn red-hot and he pulls back, a moan escaping his lips as your fingers tug in his hair. He takes your hands and takes a deep breath. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Vodka,” you smile, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Keep your hands to yourself during the ride, okay?” he jokes, and you pout.

“But what if I don’t want to keep them to myself?”

“Those are the rules of the ride,” Steve says, clicking his tongue sympathetically. “You have to follow them.”

“You’re such a dork,” you say, reaching out for him again, but he moves before your fingertips can touch him.

Steve shuts the door and shakes his head, mumbling, “Jesus Christ,” before climbing into the front seat. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nod and look over at him, sending a wink that sent a chill down his spine. Focus, Steve, he thinks to himself, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he starts for your house. Steve turns on the radio - Can’t Fight this Feeling comes on. The tension in the car while the song is playing can be cut with a knife. You sit and play with your skirt, slowly moving it up your thighs in an attempt to entice Steve. Steve sees in his peripheral, but keeps his eyes on the road in an attempt to not crash the car in a fit of passion.

Steve gets pulled into his own thoughts as he drives. He’s loved you for a while now - totally, completely loved you. Every day brought more adoration, and it was getting to be a bit painful. You’d never let on any signs that you were into him until tonight. The whole thing was confusing and heartbreaking. You probably thought he was someone else. Someone cooler, more charming, more handsome. You could never say this stuff to him sober, which solidified his theory that you weren’t into him at all.

He pulls into your driveway and climbs out, sighing as he heads over to your side. When he tries to help you out, you offer him your foot first.

“Wrong end,” he says.

“Oops!” You hand him your hand and he pulls you up, steadying you as you stumble into his chest again. You look up at him with big eyes. To you, they’re full of love; to him, they’re full of shit.

“How do we keep ending up like this?” you slur.

“Because you’re drunk,” Steve breathes, forcing himself not to lean down and kiss you.

“Maybe you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

Steve laughs a bit and keeps guiding you to your door and into your bedroom. He sits you on your bed and starts going through your wardrobe to find you some pajamas. When he turns around, you’re up and naked, making Steve drop the clothes and cover his eyes.

“Uh - hey - what are you doing?”

“Changing,” you respond, walking over to where he dropped the clothes. You pick them up and start putting them on, allowing Steve to relax.

“Don’t be such a prude, Steve,” you say, shrugging on your sweater. “It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked girl before.”

“But you’re my friend,” Steve says. “That’s not the same.”

“What if I don’t want to be friends?”

Steve’s hand drops to his side, revealing a fully clothed you. Your eyes look serious, and you look shy. Steve’s brows furrow. “You know who I am, right?”

“I know who you are, Steve.”

Steve’s stuck. He’s not sure if you’re just shitting him or if you’re serious. It’s hard to tell when you’re slurring and hunched over like Quasimodo, hardly able to walk. He bites his lip and your eyes train on how perfect he is, how beautiful he looks as the moon comes through your window. He takes a step towards you, and you think that maybe he’s going to embrace you like the lovers do in movies. But instead, he guides you to the bed, tucking you under the covers.

“I’m going to get you some water and pain pills, okay?” he says. “You’re going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.” You’re probably going to forget all of this, too, he thinks.

You nod and he gets water and medicine from your kitchen, bringing it back to you quietly. He sits it on the nightstand. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Come here,” you beckon, sitting up out of the carefully tucked sheets. Steve blinks as you undo his gentle tucking, but he sits down beside you. You grab his hand and look at it carefully, closely. Then you grab the other one.

“You reading my fortune, or something?” Steve jokes, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“You have nice hands,” you mumble. You look up at his face and run a hand gently down one of his cheeks. “You have a pretty face, too.”

Steve decides to indulge himself, just a bit. “What else do I have?”

“You have nice arms,” you continue, running your hands up them, feeling Steve’s flesh become riddled with goosebumps. “So strong and toned.” You move your hands to his chest. “Nice broad chest. Nice shoulders.”

Steve shifts nervously, swallowing hard as your hands ghost down his shirt, going dangerously close to his belt. Your hands take a detour to his sides, though, gripping his hips gently. “Such nice hips, too.”

“Hips?” he laughs. “Is that something girls look for?”

“They just fit you so perfectly,” you say quietly. Your hands then move to his thighs and you lick your lips. “Your thighs are nice too, Steve.” You squeeze them and smile. “So is your ass.”

Steve blushes but rolls his eyes. “My ass is not nice.”

You shrug, bringing your hands up to his shoulders to rest. “I like it.”

He swallows again. “Do you like anything else?”

“I like your laugh. It’s always so pretty,” you whisper. “It makes me happy. So does your smile. And your eyes are always so warm, even when you’re mad.”

Steve realizes how closely you both are leaning in, so he pulls back slightly. “You’re full of compliments when you’re drunk, huh?”

You frown, letting your hands fall into your lap. “Guess I am.”

Steve clears his throat. “I guess - while we’re on the subject - I should tell you that I think you’re very pretty.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he says with a slight shrug. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Prettier than Nancy?”

Steve feels the sadness envelop him, crashing over him like a wave. To be sitting in front of a person so beautiful while being reminded of his shit luck - it’s a lot to handle. But he forces out, “Prettier than Nancy.”

You seem pleased, laying down again and beckoning him to cover you. Steve’s throat feels wickedly painful, and he pushes his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop himself from crying. He ruffles your hair and whispers, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Won’t you stay?”

Steve laughs a bit. “I have work in the morning.”

“With Keith?”

“Yeah, with Keith.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah, pretty gross,” he agrees. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Tomorrow,” you repeat, and you fall asleep soon after, leaving Steve with his thoughts as he heads to his car.

===

Tomorrow comes, and you’re painfully aware of how much you had to drink last night. You groan and sit up to find the painkillers and water Steve had left.

“Oh, thank God,” you whisper, taking them swiftly and laying back down. You hug one of your pillows and attempt to go back to sleep before last night comes back to you at lightning speed. How much you drank so that you’d have the courage to talk to him; how you put your hands in his hair; how you kept touching him; how you undressed right in front of him; and then everything you said. Embarrassment grips you tightly, making you groan and bury your head in your pillow. You hop up quickly, though, staggering to the phone and phonebook.

===

Steve stops stacking tapes to get the phone, droning out, “Thanks for calling Family Video, this is Steve, how can I help you?”

“Steve!”

Steve gasps and almost drops the phone. “Y/N?” he hisses. “What - are you okay?”

“I gotta talk to you about last night,” you say. “Can we talk?”

Steve looks around for Keith. “I’m - I’m at work.”

“I have to tell you something and it can’t wait.”

Steve looks around again and sighs, taking the phone with him into the break room and shutting the door on the cable. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Last night, I got super shitfaced.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, I got so drunk because I wanted to talk to you - like, tell you how I feel -”

Steve’s breath hitches and his heart speeds up. “About what?”

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Steve, I love you.”

Steve almost drops the phone again.

“Bullshit,” he breathes. “You can’t -”

“I do, Steve,” you say. “I love you, and I know I do.”

There’s a quick, loud knock on the door. “Uh, what’s going on in there?”

Steve jerks the door open, holding the phone tightly to his chest. “Keith, I swear to Christ, if you ruin this moment for me, I’m going to shove a VHS right up your -”

“Steve!” you gasp on the phone.

Steve slams the door shut again and puts the phone up to his ear. “You’re not gonna believe this, but I love you, too.”

You beam brightly. “You mean it?”

“I never thought you’d say that to me,” Steve says softly. “But I’ve loved you for so long.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, too.”

Steve smiles brightly, feeling like a new man as happiness replaces the sadness and emptiness in his chest.

Keith knocks on the door again. “Harrington, you better get out here -”

“Shut up, Keith!” Steve shouts. “I guess I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Come over after work, will you?”

“I will,” Steve promises. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

Idk if u write for Emre Can but if u do can u do him with 8

‘Remember those walls I build, well baby they’re tumbling down’

Emre and you had this love hate relationship, you had convinced yourself that you would never fall for a fuckboy like him. You were the type who would go for the type of guy who would never play with a girls feelings as if it was his side hustle. You and Emre had mutual friends, which meant you saw each other quite frequently.

You recently had started developing feelings for Emre, whenever you were at a friends party you would always have to see him or whenever you hosted a party he’d always be there because of your mutual friends. You always had to pull yourself together. At one of the parties you and Emre had too much to drink, one thing led to another and you guys found yourself in bed with you a writhing mess and him enjoying that his fantasy finally came true. You guys woke up the next morning with a huge hangover, but with a brief memory of how you both ended up in bed naked together. You immediately got up putting on your clothes and making your way to leave, Emre was confused “Y/N why are you doing this, last night was amazing and damn I didn’t think I was that bad for you to run first thing in the morning!” Emre was shocked that you were the first girl to run from him the morning after, “Well you see man I wasn’t thinking straight when I let you get in my pants, and also how do you remember if we were so drunk!” You were a little irritated but trying not to show it, “Well Y/N why can’t you stay and we could talk about it, like seriously do we need to act like high schoolers?” Emre had hoped that you liked him as much as he liked you, “Emre, look I’m not trying to act like a high schooler! I just don’t want to be another one of those girls that you fuck and kick to the curb after you fuck them because it meant nothing to you. We made a drunken mistake!” You were saying what you wanted your mind to think, because all your mind was thinking about was you wanting round 2. “Well what would you say if I told you that this one did mean something to me? What if I told you that I had waited all these years to fuck you, to touch you in ways no other man could! That I wanted to be the last person you say goodnight to and the first you say good morning to, I’m not as good at hiding my feelings like you!” You were a little surprised that a man who played with women’s heart had actually fell in love with someone, “Well Emre, I would say that I reciprocate the feelings but your reputation does exceed you! I’m scared of letting my guard down, letting you in and then you kicking me to the curb after you’re done and get what you want.” You were trying to fight back the tears that were welling up in your eyes, Emre comes over to you and wraps his arms around your waist and you put your head on his chest just staying in peaceful silence “Y/N, I love you and I would never to do that no matter what happens, you’re the only person I think of when I’m at the club or at a party and hoping that you show up so I could see you.” Luckily your head was on his chest and you were able to hide the blush creeping up on your cheeks. “So Y/N, do you want to be my girlfriend?” You somehow managed to keep your walls up while giving in and accepting the proposal. Emre smashed his lips on yours, “I won’t disappoint you meine liebe” You were a little hesitant about his comment but you just went along with it.

-Two years later-

You and Emre had gone on holiday with some of his teammates and their partners to Ibiza. You and Emre were laying in bed just reminiscing on how your relationship had started, “Well Emre I’ll be honest with you, I was convinced that you were probably going to let me down when I accepted to be your girlfriend, because I was scared that if I let my guard down you would take that as an ok to rip my heart out and stomp on it. But remember those walls I build, well baby they’re tumbling down the moment we passed our one year anniversary. It’s not that I didn’t believe in your words, it was my mind constantly failing me and making me doubt!” Emre was cuddling you, caressing your arm “Well I knew you would, because that’s just who you are but after two years of putting up with it I’m not going anywhere!” He kisses your temple and you both stayed in bed for a while just enjoying each other’s presence.

#emre can #emre can imagine #emre can imagines #football imagine #football imagines #futbol imagine #futbol imagines #soccer imagine #soccer imagines #lyric prompts

[wackjams]

3AM.

i really love fluff sorry. masterlist to all of my work linked in ab word count: 947

Your phone buzzing across your bedside table woke you up from a light, but peaceful, sleep.

Half of your face laid buried in your pillows as you looked at the bright screen with one eye open. You were squinting from the light but read the name on the screen.

worldwide bully bf stared you in the face. With a sleepy groan, you slid your thumb across the screen then brought your phone up to your ear.

"This better be important," your voice was low and groggy.

"Were you getting your beauty sleep?" Jin's drunken voice slurred on the line.

Humming, you closed your one eye now. "I was and I was having a very good dream so what do you need?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I date you," Jin whined from the other end of the phone. There was some shuffling in the back as he paused for a moment, quickly speaking up again before you could give him a witty response. "I'm really drunk and in my feelings right now so I wanted to talk to my girlfriend. W-why is that a problem?" he hiccuped.

"Because!" you opened your eyes again, quickly glancing to the time on your phone before whining loudly to him. "It's three in the morning, Jin. I have work in a few hours! Are you really sad?"

"No, not sad," he chuckled on the line. He groaned in the background as he flopped down onto his bed with a deep breath following. "You're right, it is late. It's 3 AM and I am in love."

"In love with?" now he had your attention.

Forcefully, you rolled onto your back so your voice wasn't muffled anymore but you did keep your eyes closed, hoping he was going to let you go back to sleep. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to your boyfriend, because you did, but not at three in the morning when he's completely wasted after a night out with Namjoon.

"With someone so incredibly beautiful. Seriously, h-honestly, the most beautiful person in the world."

"Jin," you giggled softly. "Stop being so cute."

He hummed again, a knowing smile over his lips you could picture with your eyes closed. "Why? I am very f-freaking beautiful and you know it! I mean seriously, you've seen me. It's no wonder you date me."

Jin completely killed the moment and now you were annoyed and embarrassed for thinking he meant you. You groaned into the phone as loudly as possible while rolling your eyes. His laugh bubbled from the phone but you showed no joy in his words.

"You're such an ass. I don't see how or why I date you,"

"Because of my pretty face?"

"Actually you're single now."

Jin snorted as he laughed uncontrollably at your cute, annoyed, tone. You could just hear how far gone he was in the alcohol.

Despite wanting to be annoyed with him, the sound of his laughter brought a smile to your face. It took a moment but eventually, Jin stopped his loud laugh and calmed himself down. Breathing in slowly, his voice lowered when he spoke again.

"I did mean you, ____. You're so beautiful. You're s-so wonderful and I love you so much more than you know. You're so pretty baby." he cooed out to you. "I just wanna kiss you all of t-the time. My lovely, b-beautiful ____. I am in love with you! It's 3 AM and I am madly, deeply, seriously, undoubtedly in love with you. And your butt. Your butt is s-so nice!"

Jin hiccuped, burped, and slurred most of his words as he announced his dying love for you. Despite how awkward and wasted he sounded, it still made you smile wide despite your sleepy state.

"You're drunk," you said back to him.

"Very," Jin agreed. "But that doesn't mean I'm lying. You're the g-greatest thing that has ever, ever, EVER happened to me. I mean it. I am in love with you and I want the world to know."

"Well then," you paused for a second and yawned into your palm. "Maybe you should wait until morning then see how loud you want to express your love for me to the world with a hangover."

"I'll still do it.” he said matter-of-factually.

You just laughed at him. Nodding despite not being in his view, you rolled back onto your side, your sleepiness taking over. "Okay, Jin. Call me when you wake up tomorrow. I'm too tired to deal with your nonsense."

He huffed, whined even, but agreed. "Fine. I love you."

You smiled happily. "I love you, goodnight."

"Nighty night."

Morning came quicker than you would have liked for it to but you still managed to wake up on time and push your way through work. The whole morning passed with no sign of Jin after texting him good morning; the alcohol really knocked him out. He was wasted. The thought of your phone conversation stayed on your mind all day. It really put you in a good mood and had you smiling today.

Even when Jin was annoying and teasing you, he still managed to make you feel incredibly happy all of the time.

Around two PM, your phone finally lit up with a text. Jin's contact lit up your screen.

You opened the text quickly, excited he was finally awake.

worldwide bully bf 2:03pm i still think ur the most beautiful person in the world. next to me that is. i miss u.. i'll meet u at your apartment later. i love u

me 2:04pm yeah, i guess you're cute or whatever. see you later, i love you. ♡

He really was something special.

#bts imagine #bts scenario #jin x reader #jin x you #jin imagine #kim seokjin imagine #kim seokjin x you #jin fluff #bts fluff #mine

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

I couldn't remember if u wrote for haunting of hill house so if u dont plz ignore this lol thank u. theo and reader are exes but theo shows up at R's door seeking comfort after nell dies

Knock-knock-knock.

“I’m coming!” You shouted hoarsely, still half-awake and incredibly irritated from having your sleep interrupted.  You barely managed not to bump into anything on your way through your dark house to the front door.  Of all people, you honestly wouldn’t have guessed to see Theodora Crain on your porch at 3am.

At the same time, however, you knew immediately why she was here.  Nell was dead; you had read about it in the paper the night before.  You had thought about going to the funeral today, but decided against it.  If anything, you thought that Theo would want to avoid every single hometown ex she could.

“Hey.”  You stepped aside so that she could come in and closed the door behind her.  You could smell the liquor on her.

“I’m sorry it’s so late,” she muttered, “and I’m so drunk.”

“It’s okay.  I’m really sorry about Nell.  I, uh, I really cared about her.”

“You were always her favorite,” Theo chuckled, her head bobbing up and down.  She was trashed, so you led her to the couch in your living room and sat her down.

“You want some water?” 

“You got a beer?”

“Water it is, then.”  You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle from the fridge.  Theo had sprawled out and kicked her shoes off by the time you returned.  She slung an arm over her face when you turned a lamp on upon your return.

“Here,” you twisted off the cap and sat beside her feet, “drink up.”

“You always did this for me.  I avoided a lot of hangovers because of you.”  Her words were only slightly slurred, but to your relief, she took a long swig of water.  

“How are you holding up?” you asked.  She wasn’t here just for a bottle of water and couch to sleep on.  Theo had come here with her head down and reeking of humility and a need for reassurance.

“Not fucking great, if I’m being honest,” she laughed, but there were tears in her eyes.  “I can’t believe she did this.”

“I can’t either,” you admitted, placing a hand on her leg.  “What are you doing here?  And why didn’t you call or something?”

“I don’t know.  I’m sorry, I just called an Uber and when I put in the address I typed yours.  Don’t know why.”

“Well, I have a feeling you probably did enough crying and talking and…drinking today.  You should get some rest and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

You stood up, knowing you wouldn’t get much more out of her tonight.  Theo had come here in search of comfort, but she wasn’t exactly ready to fully grapple with her reason for needing it.  She didn’t protest when you pulled the throw off of the back of your couch and spread it over her.  The brunette already seemed half-asleep, but you kept the lamp on in case she needed to run to the bathroom and vomit at any point.

“Goodnight, Theo.”  The words felt weird coming out of your mouth again after so long.  

“Night.”

#theodora crain #theodora crain x reader #theodora crain imagine #theo crain #theo crain imagine #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of hill house imagine #wlw imagine

[btskz-19]

Silently Loving You Pt. 1 Han Jisung x Reader

hey guys!! ahh this is my first time posting a fic haha but i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable !!! im a new blog so pls give me support <3 thank u!

genre: fluff/angst ig ???                                                                                      warnings: strong language/alcohol                                                                    pairing: jisung x reader                                                                                    word count: 1.7k                                                                                            summary: you have a massive crush on your best friend han jisung. too bad he has a girlfriend.

When I met Han Jisung for the very first time, the first thing I noticed was his smile. That beautiful, gummy smile of his that exudes warm energy made me feel safe. I had barely knew the guy and he had me wrapped around his finger in seconds. But he has a girlfriend and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the way he gazes at her like she’s the only woman in the room or when he wraps his arms around her in the cutest, most loveable way. To him, I was just his close friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

~~~~~~~~~~

I nervously walked into the restaurant that my best friend, Yeji, sent me the address to. We were having a meal with our new classmates from university, but the only person I really spoke to was her. She was more of the social butterfly kind as opposed to me and begged me to go with her to this meal because I “need to make more friends.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never got the chance. As I walked in I scanned the restaurant for the table to find her waving my way, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I scurried across to the table and she began to introduce me to everyone. That’s when I saw him. He looked over my way with eyes that held the universe inside them and the most bewitching smile I’d ever encountered. I felt my heart skip a beat before I realised I was staring and he laughed to himself.

“And finally, ____, this is Jisung! And next to him is Sohee, his girlfriend.” She waved at me as I smiled at her, slightly sad that this incredibly handsome man was taken. But of course he would be, I would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t. I decided not to dwell on it too much, after all I had just met the guy, he may be an asshole for all I knew. Albeit a cute, sexy asshole. But that’s besides the point. I decided it was time for a drink. I ordered my favourite cocktail off the menu and started heavily gulping it down through the straw. Throughout the dinner I kept taking quick glances at Jisung resulting in awkward eye contact. He had his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder and occasionally gave her soft kisses on her head.

“Oh, how I wish that was me.” I said under my breath.

“What?” Yeji turned around, clearly hearing what I said, giving me a knowing look.

“I’ll tell you later.”

About half an hour later after finishing my food I wasn’t quite drunk, but I was tipsy. After laughing and joking with Yeji, I used my liquid courage to finally start a conversation with him. I walked over to Jisung and Sohee, who had also had a couple of drinks, and beamed.

“So I’ve never seen you guys around before. Are you sure we’re in the same class?” I asked, words prolonged and loud. They both started laughing at my sudden burst of confidence.

“Haha of course! I’ve seen you. You and Yeji sit further in front of us.” he replied. “But you are right. We’ve never actually spoken before today.” He laughed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. How did that just sound so beautiful? Just at that moment Sohee’s phone started to ring, so she excused herself to go answer. I wanted to further break the ice with Jisung, and I thought, what better way than to make a bad joke and hope he laughs?

“So, you wanna hear a joke?” I asked.

“Hit me.” He giggled.

“I should warn you, I’m quite the comedian.”

“Oh I’ll be the judge of that.” He beamed his bright gummy smile again and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What does a vegetarian zombie eat?” I paused for a second. “GRAAAAINS!” I drunkenly imitated a zombie as he stared at me, amused and stifling a laugh, before breaking loose. “Did you like it?”

“No!” He continued. “I’m not laughing at the joke, I’m laughing at how terrible it was.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a Grade A pun okay.” I turned my head, pretending to be hurt before turning back around and laughing with him. Just at that moment, Sohee came back saying she had to go.

“Ugh babe, my roommate got back to the apartment and she’s forgotten her keys.” She pouted.

“Aww, don’t worry. Do you want me to come with you?” He offered, kissing her on the nose. I suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with myself, so I turned away, not really wanting to pay attention to their conversation. Sohee said bye to everyone and I smiled at her in acknowledgement before quickly turning around and downing the rest of my fifth cocktail. The booze at the bottom of the drink hit the back of my throat as I winced and started to stare into space. I was kind of sad that they were leaving. I wanted a chance to become at least friends with Jisung, even if it meant admiring him secretly. But oh well, I guess I’ll see him around seeing as we’re in the same class. A moment later I heard my name being called, interrupting my haze. I turned to the direction of the voice as Jisung’s eyes met mine.

“Wait what? I thought you left with Sohee?” I asked, trying to hide my shock.

“No, I didn’t haha. She told me to stay here and have a good time with everyone.”

I smiled. “She seems really nice.” He nodded and chuckled before looking up at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

“So, you wanna hear a joke?”

For most of the night we were talking as if we had known each other forever. He’d told me about himself, his family and his big group of friends who weren’t at the meal and said I just had to meet. The more I got to know him, the more I started to fall for him. I knew I had to stop myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything about this guy is so inexplicably enchanting. But I can’t be thinking like this about someone who has a girlfriend. I’ll have to find a way to be content with just friends. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I continued to enjoy the night with everyone. We had all started to play drinking games and gotten drunk very quickly. By the time we all left it was nearing 3am. It was safe to say I woke up the next day with a hangover.

~~~~~~~~~

It had now been three months since that night, and my feelings towards him only grew. Ever since we met we have become best friends and we see each other pretty much everyday. I also met his friends and became close with them too. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that a blanket of drowsiness would wash over me. But, alas, I can’t sleep. My phone chimed with a text and I turned over to see who it was from.

“Felix: Let’s play 8 Ball!”

I chuckled as I made the first move before sending him a text.

“You: Why are you still awake you dork lmao” 2:01 A.M”                                    

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:02 A.M”                                                                      

“Felix: Haha I could ask you the same thing” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: But also I had coffee and I can’t sleep” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: And also 8 ball” 2:02 A.M.

“YOUR MOVE” 2:03 A.M.

“You: Wowww why would you have coffee before bed” 2:04 A.M. 

“You: Tbh that sounds like the kinda dumb shit I’d do” 2:04 A.M.

“You: We out here being dumb and dumber” 2:04 A.M.

“You: You’re dumber ofc :)” 2:04 A.M.

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:05 A.M. 

“Felix: Heyyy T_T” 2:07 A.M.

“Felix: Okay fine I’m dumber :(“ 2:07 A.M.

“YOU WON” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: WAIT WHAT” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: HOW DID I LOSE” 2:10 A.M.

“Felix: I hate this game I’m going to sleep” 2:10 A.M.                                         

“You: LMAOOOOO YOU IDIOT” 2:11 A.M.

“You: Goodnight dork <3” 2:11 A.M.

“Felix: Goodnight ___ <3” 2:11 A.M.

I put my phone back on the bedside table, suddenly feeling sleepy and eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Jisung yelling in my ear and smacking my arm. As much as I love this boy, I hate being woken up.

“____! WAKE UPPP!”

“Leave me alone! Let me sleep in peace.” I grumbled as I turned over and buried my head under the blanket. He peeled the blanket off me and I sat up giving him the most evil death stare I could muster. “You know, no matter how hard you try not to, you’re still gonna look hilarious first thing in the morning.”

“HEY you little shit!” I grabbed my pillow and started hitting him with no mercy.

“Ahh! Yeji help she’s attacking me!” He shouted, barely able to get his words out without being interrupted with laughter.

“Ugh I hate you.” I said once I had stopped hitting him. He put up two v signs to his face and flashed his gorgeous smile very close to my face.

“No you don’t hehe.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off the bed, chuckling as I left to go to wash up. Why does he have to be so cute when I can’t have him? Although they’ve been spending less time together, he’s still with Sohee. And for that, I can’t risk him being so close to me when all I want to do is crash my lips onto his. Yeji is the only one who knows about my crush. Sometimes going as far as to tease me when we’re altogether. As I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom I saw both Yeji and Jisung chilling on my bed and talking.

“Why is it that you guys always seem to flock to my room?”

“There! Now you look better.” He cheekily smiled. Yeji laughed with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Han Jisung you are going to be the death of me.”

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[outofmylimitcal]

hiii it’s me again (the one who sent an ask about blond curly cal n an ask where i said “here to fuck up ur morning”),, this time, you’re at a party hosted by a mutual friend. you and cal are introduced by said friend. at the end of the night, he asks for your number. come to find out, you both stay over because you’re tipsy. oh looky there, he’s shirtless in the living room about to sleep on the couch. he catches u staring and says “sleep tight” with a wink. //👩🏼‍🚀

im just gonna apologize that it took so long omg

lets just say that y’all were getting real cozy the entire night, you went everywhere with him, and he went everywhere with you. y’all are talking about anything and everything, while drinking a little too much but in the words of luke hemmings “we’re having fun”. the nights winding down, and you both see that its already 3 in the morning so you both decide to call it a night but not before exchanging numbers, you’re going to leave but first you have to say bye to the mutual friend because it’s only customary.

“wait how much did y’all have to drink?” your friend asks narrowing their eyes at the both of you. you both just turn to each other and giggle, because damn did you not realize just how much you drank. “that’s it, you’re both staying here, hand over the keys.”

you both hand them over begrudgingly, because your bed sounds so good. right now.

“i’ll take the couch, you can take the guest bedroom.” calum tells you, when you’ve both left your friend.

“ooo a gentleman.” to which he just chuckles, and turns on his heels to make his way there.

“goodnight y/n.” and with that you’re making your way to the guest room, and grabbing some clothes from the host, which lo and behold is just a big t-shirt (oof the cliche)

you try to get comfortable in bed, but realize you’re thirsty and water would really help the hangover you know you’re going to have in the morning. so you tip toe out of the room and down to the kitchen, which has an island that looks out on the living room, and there in all his shirtless glory is calum just watching tv, yet he can’t see you just yet.

you make some noise with the cupboards and the sink, which alert him and he walks over, his jeans are unbelted and sitting pretty low on his hips, and you don’t realize you’re staring until the water is spilling over your glass. you curse under your breath, and look up him with his eyebrow cocked. oh you definitely  know he caught you staring. you bring up the water to take a sip and hide the blush beginning to form on your cheeks, and mumble a goodnight but not before catching him throwing a wink at you and a quick

“sleep tight”

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#calum request

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After our kiss, I laid my head on Lance's chest like a pillow and we continued to watch the movie. I paid more attention to Lance’s steady breathing than the dialogue of the movie. It was soft and calm. He sounded completely at ease. I felt that way too. Lance just did that to me he just made me feel happy and comforted. I wish I could feel this way all the time.

“Hey, Keith do you hear that?” Lance ripped me out of my trance focused on the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

“No, hear what?” I asked trying to listen to whatever he was hearing.

“It’s like a phone buzzing but mines right here not buzzing.” He said showing me his phone with one notification from Pidge that read ‘you’re a loZer ;-P.’

I looked around for my phone not finding it, “shoot I think I set it down on your bed while we were building the fort.” Lance paused the movie to let me crawl out and get it, “oh I forgot to tell Allura that I left with you she’s been texting and calling. I should call her back give me a second.”

“Feel free. If you wanna step out into the hall you can too.” Lance replied. I opted to stay in his room pacing around the fort.

“Hey, Allura,”

“Keith are you okay? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for so long!” She yelled.

“I know I’m sorry I forgot to tell you I went home with Lance,” I explained

“Oh? I didn’t think you were that type of person Keith.”

“Not like that Allura. We’re just watching a movie. You do owe me brownies though.” She shrieked of excitement I’m sure Lance was able to hear because it practically burst my eardrum.

“Tell me all about it what happened? Did y’all kiss? Did y’all confess? Is that why you didn’t answer the phone because you were kissing?”

“Allura I already said not like that but I am staying the night and I’ll tell you when I get home tomorrow, we’re kinda hanging out right now I just wanted you to know I was okay and safe.”

“Fine just” She paused as if she was searching for the right words, “use a condom.” She finished before abruptly hanging up. I grunted really hoping Lance did not hear any of what Allura said.

I crawled back in the fort to join Lance, “sorry about that,” I started before being cut off.

“Allura is funny.” He teased.

“You heard all that?” I asked timidly.

“Mmmhhhmmmm,” he hummed in response.

“Well pretend you didn’t.” I Burris’s my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment. He soothingly petted my hair.

“Don’t worry I didn’t hear a thing I don’t even know what thing we could be talking about.” He said jokingly. “Now let’s get back to the movie,” he gently shook me to signal I souls turn around and watch.

“But I’m comfy right here,” I groaned my words being muffled by his chest.

“I call bs I am like mostly ribs I doubt you're comfortable.”

“Physically I’ve been better but emotionally I’m the most comfortable I’ve ever been.”

“Well you can still snuggle up to my chest just turn around so you can watch one of my favorite movies with me,” his tone almost a whine, “pretty please?”

“Fine, but you gotta give me a kiss.” I turned over to face him.

He leaned in, “Glad to know I’m not the only one able to be bribed with kisses.” Our lips met again for another soft and sensual kiss. When we pulled back we lingered just inches apart starring into each other’s eyes. “You’re cute,” he started, “I can’t wait until we’re sober and we can make out.”

“Did you already forget about the movie?” I giggled at him.

“Yes. You’re very distracting,” He grinned, “but for real let’s get back to this movie.”

We continued to watch the movie snuggled together. Lance was such a romantic, he loved sweet kisses, snuggles, and quiet intimacy in general. He simply enjoyed just being with someone he likes. I could tell because the smile hardly left his face. He would kiss the top of my head from time to time as if to remind me he was there.

We continued on like this for a while, I could tell why Lance wanted to watch this movie so bad. It’s probably some of the best representation the gays have. To be fair we don’t have a lot but even if we did this would still be some of the best. It kept us engaged and invested. The movie ended with the main character and his love interest kissing on the Ferris Wheel.

“Keith we should go to the state fair when it comes around,” Lance said excitedly.

“Why do you wanna kiss on top of the Ferris wheel just like they did?” I joked.

“I mean it would be cute but I mostly go through the mirror maze with you and play all those games that you have to shoot like a bottle or something because I have incredible aim.” He bragged, “I’m gonna win you a prize.”

“Well, what if I wanna win you a prize?” I turned to face him when the credits started to roll.

“I mean it’s not like I can stop you.” He said, “I do need to stop the feeling if chlorine on my skin though,” he started to pull away, “so I’m going to need you to let go of me so I can go shower.”

But I just clung to him tighter, “Um no we’re not allowed to stop cuddling that’s illegal.”

“I mean, you could always join me,” he smirked playfully at me.

“Lance,” they “I know I know we agreed but you didn’t want to let go so I had to offer. Besides it was a joke,” he paused before he quietly continued, “mostly.”

“Fine, I will release you from my grasp to go shower.” I let go of him but he didn’t move.

“You have to shower after me though, I don’t want my bed to smell like chlorine.” He kissed my forehead and got up to shower. I rolled to the center of the fort and shrouded myself in the blankets and my eyes were difficult to keep open. I dug around for my phone to look for the time. It was only midnight but it felt more like three in the morning. I skimmed my notifications seeing mostly ones from Instagram stating Allura was going live. There was a text from Shiro, “so I hear you have a boyfriend now ;)” followed by, “if he breaks your heart I will break him in half, but in other news, I too have a boyfriend now!”

I quickly typed out a reply, “actually Lance isn’t my boyfriend we just kissed and now I’m at his house but with the way, he’s talking I bet we’ll be boyfriends soon.”

“Wait it’s Lance? All Allura said was that you had a boyfriend. Did my flirting tips work?” He replied so fast it seemed like he was waiting.

“Yeah it’s Lance and no your flirting tips didn’t work I didn’t even try them. Adam’s flirting tips worked.”

“Speaking of Adam”

“I knew he liked you!” I replied before he was done typing.

“He’s my boyfriend. Wait how did you know I just found out????”

“Shiro he was flirting with you in front of me during our weekly Skype call. You’re just dumb.”

“Okay yeah, but you don’t have to say it.”

“ANYWAYS I’m happy for you but if he hurts you I will destroy his entire bloodline.”

“Thank you and I’ll let him know LOL!!!!”

“Please never type that again.”

“Don’t tell me what to do u r a minor go to bed.”

“Lance is in the shower and he won’t let us get into his bed until we shower so I’m waiting on the floor in our fort.”

“Well, nap on the floor you should rest u need beauty sleep you look like an ogre in the morning.”

“Thanks, I hate u goodnight”

“I’m joking but you never get enough sleep anyways”

With that, I put my phone back at my side and settled into the blankets again and shut my eyes. I was out like a light. I’ve always been a light sleeper but that night for some reason I fell asleep hard and fast. I didn’t even hear Lance get out of the shower. It didn’t feel like much time had passed before Lance was by my side trying to wake me up.

“Keith… wake up… Keith…” He was gently nudging me waiting for me to open my eyes.

“Mmmmmmmmm, don't wanna…” I groaned.

“Keith if you don’t shower tonight you’ll feel gross in the morning. Also, you need to finish your drink and take some vitamins or you’ll wake up with a hangover,” I groaned at him again, “I promise you you’ll feel better in the morning I put a towel and pajamas on the counter for you and started up the shower so it’s warm.”

“Fine.” I reached out for him to help me up.

“I’ll clean up out here, pull out the vitamins you need, and be in bed ready to cuddle you until you fall asleep again, okay?” I nodded and went to the bathroom. Discarded my clothes onto the floor and hopped into the shower, he was right it was warm and it felt nice to clean off.

I completed my regular shower routine and got out I dried off and put on the clothes Lance left out for me. One of his t-shirts and a plush pair of fleece pajama pants. It was so much more comfortable than what I had been wearing. Also, the added comfort that they were Lance’s.

I went back into his room and just as he said the fort was completely cleaned up and he was in his bed playing some game on his phone.

“There’s the beautiful boy!” I blushed, “your drink and some vitamins are on my desk: a low dose of over the counter iron supplements, calcium chews, vitamin D, and some melatonin.” He pointed to the corner of his desk where my drink and the vitamins he listed sat out ready for me. I chewed up the calcium gummy and then took the pills with my drink finishing it off. Lance lifted the cover and patted the space in the bed next to him. I crawled under the covers and snuggled up to him nuzzling my head into his chest. Lance hit a button on his phone that turned off the lights and combed his fingers through my hair and once again that night I was out like a light.

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[littlespoonevan]

24 ;) (yes, another one) U KNEW this would happen on some level after you reblogged that ahjsggsh

anon said: Ciara! Cuddle prompts💚💚💚💚 no. 24 please.

anon said:24 pleaseee ❤❤

okay, given four people prompted this (the other one’s still in my inbox bc they picked another number too) i figured i should start with this one lmao i hope u all like it!!!!

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Isak would like the record to show that he fuckinghates house parties. But not quite as much as he hates his friends right now.

Said house party is currently over, with the last fewstragglers searching for coats or bags or the last precious drops of vodka they’dbrought with them but hadn’t finished and Isak can’t find his friends anywhere.And of course, none of them are answering their phones because they’re all toobusy being shitfaced drunk or hooking up with random girls.

By the time he’s searched the house in its entiretyfor the second time he comes to the conclusion they’re not here anymore andIsak would just go home but the thingis: he doesn’t know where the fuck he is.

This party was the friend of Jonas’ weed guy’s friendor something and Isak hadn’t been paying all that much attention on the way over,still riding the buzz from their pregame. Checking the time on his phone tellshim all the trams and buses have stopped for the night so his only choice is tospend a small fortune on a taxi home.

He just needs to find someone who can actually tellhim what this place’s address is.

“Are you okay?”

Isak whirls around at the sound of the voice, mouthopen and ready to speak but- oh hello.

Isak doesn’t know who the fuck the guy standing infront of him is but he might just be the most beautiful thing Isak’s ever laideyes on.

Beautiful guy raises his eyebrows and- oh right, Isakis supposed to talk.

“Uh, do you know the address for this place?” heasks, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I came here with my friendsand now I can’t find them and I need to call a cab but I don’t actually knowwhere I am so…”

Isak trails off, feeling sheepish when the boy’s eyeslight up in amusement.

“I would hope I know the address given this is myhouse. I’m Even,” he introduces with an easy grin, holding a hand out for Isakto shake.

Isak takes it and tries not to think about how smoothand warm and Even’s palm feels against his own. “Isak,” he replies. “So um,your address?”

Even eyes him for a moment before he seems to make adecision. “You can just crash here tonight if you want?”

Isak feels himself gape, scrambling to come up withan articulate response. Did the handsome stranger actually just offer to lethim stay?

Even seems to take his silence for something else andquickly rushes to elaborate. “I- I don’t mean to make that sound like a line, Ijust mean it’ll probably cost you a lot to get a cab home and- you know, it’slate,” he finishes lamely.

Isak can’t help feeling a little – a lot – endeared by the anxious look onEven’s face and he lets himself smile. “I- if you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“No worries!” Even assures him, radiant smile back inplace. “Come on, I’ll show you the guest room.”

Isak follows him through the house, stepping overplastic cups and some questionable looking stains on the rug. When the get tothe supposed guest room it becomes abundantly clear it’s already occupiedjudging by the noises emanating from the other side of the door. Even grimaces,likely realising he’ll be the one to change those sheets in the morning, beforeglancing around the hallway.

“I’d let you take Yousef’s room but I know he’salready in there.” Even bites his lip as he deliberates and Isak tries to thinkabout anything other than what itmight feel like to kiss him.

“I know it’s shitty but I think the couch might be mynext best offer?”

“It’s totally fine,” Isak insists, trying very hardto appear nonchalant about this entire ordeal. “The fact you’re even letting mestay here is enough.”

Even smiles at him and leads him back towards theliving room…where apparently someone has taken up residence on the couch whilethey’ve been gone.

“Adam,” Even groans under his breath.

Whoever Adam is seems dead to the world where he’spassed out on the couch and Isak can’t see him moving anytime soon.

“It’s cool, I can just get a cab home,” he says,unsure why he feels a little bit disappointed. “Honestly, thanks for the offer.”

“You could stay in my room,” Even blurts out beforehis eyes widen like he can’t believe he just suggested that. “I mean. Oh jesuschrist- look. Isak, it’s like three o’clock in the morning and I know I probablysound so fucking creepy right now but it’s gonna cost you way too much to get ataxi and I can help you figure out what tram you need to get in the morning.And- and I make a mean hangover breakfast.”

Isak is grinning by the end of Even’s spiel and hecan’t help the laugh that spills out of him. “Well, with an offer like that…”

Even’s shoulders drop and he smiles, lookingrelieved. “Come on. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t need to sleep on the floor,” Isak says,rolling his eyes as he follows Even back down the hall – even though as soon asthe words are out of his mouth he suddenly starts to panic. What if Even has asingle bed? He didn’t even think of that. Oh fuck.

When they get to Even’s room Isak’s panic is slightlyabated at the sight of a double bed but just as quickly he’s freaking out allover again because he’s about to share abed with an extremely attractive stranger he just met.

“Do you want a pair of sweats or something to changeinto?” Even offers and all Isak can manage is a mute nod before Even goesrifling through his wardrobe.

They get changed in silence and Isak stares at thebed, feeling slightly overwhelmed and extremely awkward as he asks Even, “So doyou have a side of the bed or…?”

“The right,” Even says with a small smile and Isaknods again, dutifully climbing in on the left side.

And then they’re sharing a bed.

And Isak thinks this is the first time he’s evershared a bed with someone sober at the end of a party.

He’s lying on his side with his back to Even and hecan’t tell which way Even is looking but he’s kind of hoping he’s looking atIsak.

“I didn’t see you at the party,” Even says after afew minutes, quiet voice sounding much louder in the stillness of the room.

“Yeah, we arrived pretty late,” Isak says, only nowrealising Even must be wondering why he’s even here in the first place. “It’sum- my friend Jonas was the one who found out about it. I think he might befriends with your friend or something.”

“Knew I hadn’t seen you before,” Even replies softly.“I would’ve remembered you if I had.”

And what does thatmean?

Isak surreptitiously attempts to take a deep breath,bunching up the duvet tighter under his arm. Unsure if it’s the darkness in theroom or the late hour or just the all-round bizarreness of the situation, Isakfinds himself saying, “I would’ve remembered you too.”

They’re quiet for a little longer and Isak feels justas much as he hears Even shifting on the bed beside him.

“Isak?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you comfortable enough?”

“I’m fine,” he whispers, even though there’s a knotin his gut that’s making it almost impossible to fall asleep.

Even falls silent again but it doesn’t feel final. Itfeels like the kind of silence that happens when you’re both trying to think ofsomething else to say.

“At the risk of making you want to leave this bed andwalk home, what are your thoughts on spooning?”

Isak’s breath lodges in his throat but he can’tignore the way his body lights up in anticipation at the words, nerve-endingstingling just at the thought.

Here’s one of the secrets of the universe that isIsak Valtersen’s body and mind: he’s been touch-starved for years. Here’sanother one: he craves intimacy, platonic or otherwise, more than anything elsein this world.

After what’s probably too long, Isak finds his voiceand manages to respond. “I think I wouldn’t be opposed.”

And then, like a series of puzzle pieces slottingtogether, Even slowly rolls onto his side and presses up against Isak’s back.His legs bend at the knees and align with the backs of Isak’s while his armcomes around Isak’s middle, locking into place, and his chin comes to restright against the ball of Isak’s shoulder.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Isak findshimself relaxing under the touch.

“You’re warm,” Even says and when his voice is rightby Isak’s ear like that, all soft and goosebump-inducing, how the fuck does heexpect Isak to survive?

“And you’re an incredibly generous host.”

Even laughs and, in his attempt to be quiet, it comesout something close to a giggle and jesus christ, Isak is in love.

“Maybe I just got really lucky when I found a cuteboy in my living room and decided to seize the opportunity.”

“I knew you paid your friend to pass out on thecouch,” Isak quips, biting back a grin and squeezing his eyes shut when Evenlaughs again.

“I didn’t but I’ll be making Adam extra pancakes inthe morning to say thank you.”

“Do I get pancakes?”

“Mm,” Even hums. “If you’re lucky you might even geta phone number too.”

Isak briefly turns his head, smothering his smile inthe pillow and trying in vain to ignore the giddiness swelling in his stomach. “Iguess I better stay and find out then.”

“I guess you should.”

“Goodnight, Even.”

“Night, Isak.”

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[spiduhgirl]

I'm Sorry- (Pt. 4) Bucky Barnes

Title: I’m Sorry

Summary: Reader and Bucky are together, but she notices him being a little off. She comes home to find him cheating.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst, suspense, fluff

A/N: I have no idea on how to make tea so please bear with me. xD

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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You couldn’t sleep that night. You were ashamed of the way you replied to Steve. He didn’t deserve it. At nights like this, Bucky would always pull you close, whispering encouraging and kind words in your ear. It’s okay. Everything will be alright.

You longed for his soft voice of comfort whenever the team was out on a dangerous mission. They’re gonna be fine, doll. They’re strong. You couldn’t take it. You sat up on your bed, looking around the cool, dark room. It was 2:56 in the morning. You groan as you stood up and left your room.

You walked quietly down the halls to the kitchen. You figured a cup of tea could calm you down. You shivered as your footsteps made tiny sounds on the floor. You were still wary of the tower for no reason. It just seemed dead at night.

You finally reached the kitchen and stepped up to try to reach a cup from the cupboards. Of course, you were too short. Why did Tony design it this way. You thought. “Need a hand?” Your head whipped behind you to find Bucky standing there.

“Bucky!” You gasped as you backed up. His hair was tousled as he had dark bags under his eyes. You started to become cautious around him because of earlier that day. He said that it wasn’t him. “Look, I’m sorry for what happened okay?”

You nodded as he stepped up and grabbed two cups from the cupboards. He handed one to you, and you raised your eyebrows. “What? Just because we broke up doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” He said as he took a tea packet and handed one to you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you started to boil water in the kettle. The awkwardness level between the both of you was high. “So… I heard what happened between you and Steve.” He said, not making eye contact. “Yeah… it’s complicated.” You replied. Complicated was the word describing your lofe right now.

Bucky nodded as you were both waiting for the kettle. “Where’s Sarah?” You said, masking the bit of disgust in your voice with curiousity. That was the very girl that Bucky cheated with you on. A string of curses and very bad language that Steve wouldn’t be proud of flooded your mind.

It pained you to see Bucky act like you were never a thing. The casual tune to his voice hurt you. “She’s um, sleeping in my… room. She’s been acting weird lately. She would sometimes just stare at me and make me feel strange.” He mumbled awkwardly. “Oh.” You said, pursing your lips. Bucky looked away from you. You caught a glimpse of him sea blue eyes and found something. Regret.

You both sat in silence for a while before the tea kettle started to whistle. You jumped at the sound while Bucky took it and poured it into the cups. “Why haven’t you been sleeping?” Bucky asked as he took tea packets and handed one to you. “I don’t know.” You said flatly. You didn’t want to tell him about Steve.

“I won’t push you, but I know that look.” He said as he started to drink from his cup. You sighed as you started to drink too. You both drank in silence again. You decided you couldn’t take it anymore. You put away your cup and looked at him. Your eyes trailed to his wrist. Bucky noticed and quickly stuffed his hand in his sweater pocket.

A part of you still wanted to be with Bucky. Another part of you wanted to be with Steve. No. Bucky doesn’t deserve you. He cheated. You thought. You closed your eyes and brought your index finger to your temple. “Are you okay?” Bucky asked softly.

You nodded. But you weren’t okay. You stood up and left Bucky with a goodnight. You walked back to your room, lying on the bed. You were feeling strange. You groan as your head landed on your pillow. You felt like something was controlling you, telling you to go outside. You writhed on your bed when a sharp pain erupted from your head. Then you blacked out.

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open. The window was bright from the sunlight, hurting your eyes. Your throat was dry and it felt like you just woke up from a hangover. You got up and headed straight for the bathroom. You had a rat’s nest on the top of your head, and your eyes were bloodshot.

You looked at your wrist to find something peculiar. A circle with the letters I and H were on it and it looked like it was burned on your skin. The edges of the I and H were curved inwards like it was sharp. You gasped, surprised at what it was. The image tugged at the back of your mind, trying to remember where you’ve seen it.

At that moment, a white bright light shone in your eyes. You screamed, dropping on the floor. Your breaths were ragged and you felt a force making you stand up. You willingly obeyed and got up. The light dimmed, and you found yourself okay again. Don’t tell anyone… Someone whispered, then laughed. The voice was feminine but very powerful, compelling you to obey. You nodded and left the room.

As soon as you stepped out, the ringing in your ears stopped. The mark on your wrist burned, then dimmed again. The whole scene disappeared from your mind, leaving it in a blank state. You blinked, confused. Why couldn’t you remember? You walked down the halls to the kitchen when you heard grunts and punches in the training room.

You peeked into the room and found Steve, murdering the punching bag. His golden blonde hair shone bright from the sunlight coming from the window. He wore a white tank top, which hugged his form perfectly. He was sweating, and his knuckles were red from punching. He had a sad look on his face.

“Steve?” You called out quietly. His head snapped to your direction and smiled. “Oh, hey.” He said. You noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “I’m sorry… about yesterday.” You said walking towards him. He blushed. “It’s okay. I mean, you didn’t have to accept.”

His words made you feel even guiltier. “I was thinking last night…” You drawled. His eyes lit up. “And I would love to go out with you.” You smiled shyly. Steve’s big blue eyes widened like he just won the lottery. “R-really?” He stuttered. You couldn’t believe how Captain America could be so bold around enemies, but so nervous around girls. “Yeah.” You smiled brightly as he picked you up and twirled you around.

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Part Five

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[kittenwritesstuff]

Drunk in love

Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: Rumplestiltskin/ Mr. Gold x reader Genres: mention of alcohol, awkwardness, mild fluff Words: 1.505 Summary: Reader has a one too many drinks which gives her courage to confess her feelings for Gold. Next morning, she has to face the shame - requested by Anonymous

“Don’t do iiit, honey,” Ruby warns, her voice a bit slurred. You’ve been having a girls’ night, you and Emma deciding that after a week of various unexpected events you should finally relax and you definitely earned a drink. Or two.

So, you invited Mary Margaret and Ruby to a club and the four of you are now more or less drunk. And, given that alcohol usually makes it easier to open up, Ruby asked a question about your current love interests.

Mary Margaret only blushed and said she wasn’t interested in anyone in particular. She wasn’t a very good liar but neither of you wanted to embarrass her so you kept your mouths shut.

Ruby confessed that men were more and more boring to her, although she wouldn’t mind hooking up with that cutie sitting by the bar. He was, indeed, good-looking.

Emma mumbled that she had enough of men for the rest of her life and that Henry was her priority at the moment. You’ve never been prouder.

And you… well, tequila definitely went to your head and so, without thinking twice, you told the girl the name of your crush, instantly silencing them all.

After all, nobody would guess that you were head over heels in love with none other than Mister Gold. You can’t tell what precisely made him so irresistible and wanted by you. Maybe it’s his confidence, so close to arrogance? Maybe the way he speaks, that accent of his and smirk, ever present on his face?  

Age difference? Please, those trivial things never bothered you. The cane? You don’t give a damn about it. He makes your knees weak, a shiver to run down your spine and a tiny jolt of nervousness to course through you. Never before has a man succeeded in making you both intimidated and drawn to him.

Yet your shyness prevented you from showing your affection in any way. You couldn’t build up courage to even suggest that you liked him, not to mention straight up asking him out.

But now? you felt bolder than ever! Damn, you swear you can move mountains, what’s scary in texting your crush? What can possibly go wrong?

“Bullshit, Imma do it. Just one text, let me see if he’ll text me back, right?”

“Alright, but only one text,” Emma points a finger at you in what’s supposed to be threatening manner but it ends up utterly funny when she accidently bumps your nose. You giggle, taking your phone out of your jacket’s pocket.

“Here comes big nothin’”

You unlock your cell, ignoring missed calls. They’re not important now – you’re a girl on a mission, one that demands your full focus and all the creativity you can muster after having one too many drinks tonight.

You open a new message thread, choose Gold’s number and bite down at your bottom lip, trying to come up with something, anything.

“Text him something along ‘hey, I’m having a drink, wanna join?’” Ruby suggests but Mary Margaret shakes her head.

“No, that’s too straightforward. Just start with ‘hi, how are you?’”

You roll your eyes at her and start typing.

Gold, are you busy? Have a minute to spare to talk to me?

Emma hums in approval, glancing at your phone from over your shoulder.

“That’s a good one. And no typos, very good.”

“Let’s drink to that!” you call, raising your glass and girls cheer loudly, all of you downing another shot of tequila. You grimace slightly, reaching for your phone, a bit disappointed that there’s no reply yet.

“Chill, girl. C’mon, drink up,” Ruby urges with a wide grin and you smile back as she fills your glass. Gosh, you really needed it.

Ten minutes later, as Emma’s venting about Regina and her bossing around, refusing to see Henry and overall, how hard it is to be a sheriff, you check your phone. There’s still no text from Gold, so you decide to send another one.

Blinking to focus your gaze on the screen and the keyboard, you let your thumbs click on the letters.

Ive something 2 tell yuo. Gold, mssg m bakc.

After another shot of tequila you’re not 100% certain whether you sent him more texts or was it just your imagination.

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“Oh, poor thing,” Granny says with a hint of amusement in her voice as you step into the diner, your pale face and pained expression telling enough about how much fun you had the previous night.

“Can I get a coffee, please? Like, a lot of it?”  you ask meekly as you slide into a booth, resting your head in your hands. Thank heavens that Emma called a day off today and that Sundays are usually very lazy. You don’t even want to imagine what a efficient cop you’d make today.

“Coffee, scrambled eggs and bacon.”

A plate is put in front of you, after it a large cup with steaming black liquid joins the party and a feeling of gratefulness rushes through you.

“Granny, you’re an angel,” you say fondly and she flashes you a soft smile before returning after the counter.

You take the cup in your hands and blow off the steam few times before taking a careful sip. You sigh with content, feeling much better and frown when your phone vibrates, notifying you about new message. You take it out of your pocket and, much to your horror, there’s a message from Gold.

“Shit,” you murmur, your eyes growing wide and your skin becoming almost white as you look through the text you sent him the previous night. And there was definitely more that those two you remember.

10:39pm - Why r u not massagin me backc, Gold? Am waitin.

10:53pm - Emma says im a fool but im only a fool for u.

10:53pm - Shit

10:55pm - I didnt mean t tell it. listen can we meeeet? I can explain/

11:12pm - Okaay, u dont wanna talk, I get it. but I need u to kno that ive a crush on u.

11:37pm - Gold, pls, say somethn.

11:41pm – dammit. key, forget it.

1:58am – goodnight, Gold.

9:14am – Did you get home safe, Y/N?

You stare at the screen as if the evidence of your shameful behavior can magically wipe itself from your phone, Gold’s phone, yours and his memory and, overly, the history of the world, but it remains there, unchanged.

You heave out a sigh, take another sip of the coffee and with pounding heart you type a response.

Yes.

Are you still in a mood to talk?

Honestly, I want the Earth to swallow me rn.

That would be an unspeakable loss, dearie :)

“The hell?” you murmur, not really understanding what he meant. Is he mocking you? Having fun with you? You can easily visualize him with a smirk on his face as he toys with you, putting you in more and more misery.

But then again… he doesn’t seem to be a man who’d play with other’s feelings.

Y/N, would you mind if I joined you for a breakfast?

Your heart skyrockets as a cold shiver runs down your spine. You’re both excited and terrified but the mixture somehow makes you bolder and so you reply.

Sure, but I look like crap. Feel warned.

I’ll be there in a moment.

You barely put your phone away when the door opens, the bell rings and you will yourself from running in that instant. You lower your head and squeeze your eyes shut, when a figure takes a seat opposite you.

“You lied,” he remarks, his tone hinted with humor and you jerk your head up to look at him.

“What?”

“You don’t look like crap. Quite the opposite, to be honest.”

“Damn, you’re blind? I have the worst hangover ever and I feel like dying, but that’s really nice of you, mister Gold.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Also, about those messages-“

You groan silently, hiding your face in your hands, too ashamed to even glimpse at him. You hear him sigh but he continues.

“- I’m not going to forget it, as you suggested. I’m fluttered that a girl like you harbored a crush on somebody like me but-“

“No, don’t finish it,” you whine and Gold chuckles, noting that you look absolutely adorable when embarrassed. He gently reaches for one of your hands and reveals half of your face.

“Y/N, I just want to ask if you stand by what you texted last night? You’re sober and we can act as if nothing happened, if what you said was untrue.”

“It was, errr…. It was true,” you say quietly, feeling your cheeks warm up with a blush and, much to your relief, Gold smiles brightly, his eyes wrinkling a little.

“Well then… would you do me an honor and go for a dinner with me tomorrow?”

A grin makes its way onto your lips as you fold your hands on your lap, fixating your eyes on Gold.

“Gladly.”

#mr gold #mr gold x reader #rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskin x reader #rumple #rumple x reader #x reader #reader insert #once upon a time #ouat #ouatfic

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Like father, like daughter; Peter Quill x teen reader

Now this request does have some triggers, do NOT i repeat do NOT give me hate or report this oneshot because this was specific of the requestor to have this mentioned in her oneshot. There IS UNDERAGED DRINKING WHICH I DO NOT SUPPORT!! You can wait till your legal kids, drunk driving ALWAYS CALL SOMEONE TO TAKE U HOME THERE’S NO POINT IN PUTTING YOURSELF AND SOMEONE ELSE IN DANGER, and maybe some swearing? Other than that I hope you all enjoy this :)

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"Come on dad!"

"No and this is the last time we discuss this matter!"

"Why can't I go out and explore your planet's dance clubs?" I asked.

"Because 1, they sell alcohol there. 2, they've gotten crazier than I last remember, 3, you are TOO young. And 4, because I said so". Grrr. Okay let's pause this conversation for introductions, my name is (y/n) Quill daughter of the self-proclaimed Star Lord Peter Quill, self-proclaimed hero of the Guardians of the Galaxy. After saving Xandar we explored other galaxies and other planets saving them, robbing them, bit of both at times but right now we decided to just simply take a vacation and dad thought it'd be a great idea to go back to his home planet of Earth for a little visit, see how much it changed since he was taken by Yondu and the Ravagers.

After about a week we've been here, I started to get bored out of my mind that was until I heard a couple of kids my age going to club party downtown. So I asked my dad if I could go and he said no and well you know the rest.

"You really hate me don't you?"

"I do not hate you. I just don't trust with the way people act around now a days. This isn't like back in the 80's when dancing didn't involve sexual touching or impregnating someone. I just want my baby girl safe and not pregnant".

"I can take care of myself dad, Gamora taught me how to break a man's arm with just my thighs".

"And I'll always be grateful to that, but my answer is still no. Now we're gonna get some more supplies and leave first thing in the morning for Knowhere, I received a transmission from Cosmo about a problem they're having". My dad then walked away leaving me alone in my room pouting.

Once, just once I'd like to do something fun that's not just stealing from everyone or saving the galaxy I mean don't get me wrong I like that stuff but it gets boring when you do it every single day in an endless cycle. So I decided that if I wasn't going to get permission to go the party downtown, I was gonna have to sneak out.

I waited till nightfall when the team and I would be gathering supplies plus other stuff that we wanted from Earth to take with us. And when I placed in my new "laptop" into my room I then ran into my dad and said.

"Hey dad, I happened to have seen this really rare vintage guitar and I really, really wanna buy it so can I? Please?"

"Alright but be back in an hour and a half, we'll be leaving by then okay?" I ran off but my dad stopped me by saying, "hey hold on!" He ran up to me and hugged me tightly and said, "I love you yah little monster"

"I love you too yah big dork, now can I please go the shop's about to close".

"Okay, okay go on then. And watch out for gangs and muggers on the streets!" He called out to me as I ran onwards but I wasn't going to the music store.

When I got downtown and saw the club bursting with life and sound, my heart raced with anxiety but mostly excitement, my first real human party with no aliens and no father to breathe down my neck. I entered inside when a guy in all black stopped me and said.

"ID kid?"

"Ahh yes here you go," I showed him my special psychic paper that even though it would appear blank before me, to anyone else it could show anything I wanted to so I was indeed a normal Earth being and some freak who appears human but whose baby mama was an alien model for "Space-Vogue".

"Alright step on in". He said as he moved to the side and handed me back my psychic paper. I kissed it and said.

"Oh thank you Captain". I slip my wallet back into my pants pocket and took in all the clubbing scene. Everyone was dancing, jumping up and down, flashy lights everywhere, music booming and vibrating off the walls and all around me were laughs and loud talking.

I tried to make my way through the crowd when I took notice the group of teens from earlier and one of the boys of the group was looking right at me and I gotta admit he was pretty cute for a Terran. He came up to me and said.

"Hey there".

"Hello". I said.

"I don't think I've seen you around before? I mean I'd recognize a beautiful face such as yours anywhere". I lightly blushed and said.

"Just a visitor passing by, my dad doesn't really know that I'm here".

"Ahh you snuck out too huh? Yeah my friends and I did that too, come on let me introduce you uhh—"

"(Y/n)".

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, name's (b/n) come on I'll introduce you". He wrapped his arm around my back and guided me towards his group of friends. We all talked and chatted away and danced some when (b/n) came in with a bottle of scotch and his friends all began cheering. "Come on (y/n) what you haven't drank before?"

"Oh yeah I've done it before, lots of times, I even once beat both my uncle Drax and Rocket into a drinking competition, but it was with stuff a whole lot stronger. But I promised my dad I wasn't going to do it anymore, he grounded me for 6 months".

"Well what your old man won't know, won't hurt him". He handed me a shot glass of scotch and one of the girls cheered me on.

"Come on (y/n)! Live it up!" Soon everyone started cheering me on and I looked to (b/n) and smirked at him.

Meanwhile back at the Milano, Peter was pacing frantically as he said.

"It's been hours already. Where could she be?"

"Take it easy Peter, I'm sure she's fine" Gamora stated.

"How the hell can you be so calm about this Gamora?!"

"More importantly how have you not fallen down from the floor already Quill? You've been pacing in the same circle for over 2 hours now" Rocket said as he was admiring his huge and I mean HUGE sack of duct-tape he had "gotten". A fiddle was heard at the door and the Guardians all looked at each other worriedly only they knew where they were staying at and the people at the desk swore they'd keep it hush-hush.

"Okay everyone stay here, I'll see who it is". Peter walked up to the door with his blaster ready to fire but when he opened it he saw me on the floor.

"Hey! You got the door open dad!" I exasperated happily.

"Excuse me sir is she your daughter?" A male officer asked as he helped balance me along with a female cop.

"Yes she is, is there a problem officer?"

"We caught her and a bunch of other teenagers drinking at a club downtown. They then proceeded to cause a rumble to happen outside the club. Now given the fact that she wasn't near the fight and just wandering the streets drunk we brought her home here. No charges will be put in her name". The female officer said.

"Thank you officers, thank you" my dad stated trying to keep his calm and not blow his top. "Okay sweetheart come here" my dad then picked me up and I went "wee!" "Have a goodnight officers and thanks again and I am terribly sorry for all the fuss".

"No worries, just be sure to keep your girl under radar, next time we may not be so forgiving about it" the male officer said then the two of them left.

My dad walked me back inside and dropped me into the couch making me bounce a bit into the air.

"Wow! Bouncy, bouncy. Very bouncy".

"(Y/n) (m/n) Quill do have any idea how worried sick I was!?"

"Shhhh, don't tell dad this but—tee-hee I snuck out to go to that party downtown".

"No really I had no idea!?" My dad spat out sarcastically!

"Shhhh I told you to keep it down" soon I passed out from all the scotch. My dad shook his head and threw me over his shoulder and said to the other Guardians.

"We're leaving. Now!" No one dared test Peter because none of them had seen him this mad since the first time I drank behind his back. They went to the roof of the hotel and Rocket unmasked the Milano and we all boarded inside and dad set me on my bed and went back to the control room. "Gamora you take first watch over (y/n), Rocket and Groot you'll take the second and Drax you take the third. If she wakes up during any of your shifts call me immediately". Dad demanded sternly.

"And what are you going to do while we watch over your daughter?" asked Drax.

"I'm preparing my beyond grounded till the end of the galaxy speech!" Dad then punched the gears and the Milano then took off out into the atmosphere.

I woke up to a massive hangover. My head pouncing hardly like I had ran into a steal wall leaped into the air and dove down head first on top of the Dark Aster. My eyes flinched and I heard my dad say.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" I groaned in agony and whispered.

"Do you have to be so loud?"

"Let me think oh umm—YES!!" I cried out in pain and said.

"What is wrong with you? I have a hangover and this is how you take care of your own daughter?"

"Well my daughter wouldn't have disobeyed me and gone to that party and get involved with other underage drinkers and almost get involved in their fight! You're lucky when you get drunk you get all loopy and giddy!" My dad then placed a water and a pill down for me and I took it and groaned in pain. "So, start talking. Why'd you do it?"

"Why do you care?" I snapped.

"Because my daughter went behind my back and I wanna know why!?"

"Fine you wanna know!? I'm sick and tired of doing the same damn thing over and over again. We save the day, we steal stuff, we go to parties. You over my neck! I'm not a little kid anymore dad! If I wanted to go dancing and have a couple of drinks with new friends I can do that!"

"Not if those so called friends get into fights when they've had one too many!"

"It's my life dad! Stop trying to control me!"

"I'm sorry. My sister DIED because of a drunk driver! I wasn't going to allow my little girl to suffer the same fate!" Dad choked out with tears in his eyes. My anger diminished and I just looked at him in shock. Dad then tried to say something but he as too upset to even speak as he sat down at one of my chairs. I slowly walked up to him and sat down beside him and said softly.

"I didn't know you had a sister".

"Older sister by 8 years. Oh man (y/n) she was my bestest friend, she did everything for me, and she was there when your grandmother was—well you know".

"What happened to her?" My dad sighed deeply and proceeded to tell me.

"I thought that forgetting about it would make the pain easier, but sadly time doesn't heal all wounds. She was on her way home from a school dance. She had gotten asked out to prom, I was staying with my grandpa at the time cause me mom was still being processed if she had cancer or not. She was almost home like by five minutes when this asshole ran a stop sign and T-boned my sister's car. She died almost instantly in the crash. I was devastated, I had lost the only real friend I ever had and my role model. I looked up to her for everything, and even though we'd mess around with each other I loved her and she loved me. And looking at you, you remind me of her in every way". I smiled softly as dad ruffled my hair gently.

"I'm sorry daddy. I just wanted to try something different and just be free for once. But I guess I'm not really ready, am I?"

"You've grown up so fast I just can't help but think of that baby girl wrapped in pink. And when I blink you're suddenly all grown up like you are now. Kick-ass and all". We both smiled and I said.

"Whatever punishment you have I'll take it, I deserve it. I was selfish and I lied to you".

"Ehhh, how about I let this one slide? After all I did way more stupider stuff than you did when I was your age. Like father, like daughter as I used to hear back when I lived on Earth". He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me into a sideways hug. "I love you (y/n)".

"I love you too daddy". I whispered as I leaned into my father's chest listening to his heartbeat lull me back to sleep.

#peter quill #peter quill x teen reader #peter quill x reader #gotg oneshot #guardians of the galaxy fandom #gotg fanfiction #father-daughter relationship

[sadspottedpanda]

Swipe Right For Awkwardness (FFXV FANFIC) - Ch 4

"Hey, look! There's a party on the beach later tonight. Want to go?" Prompto chirps whils staring at a poster in the resort lobby. "I'm not so sure about that..." Noctis hesitates, seeing visions of them drunk and sprawled out on the beach while straters take pictures of them. "Last time we got drunk, we almost got arrested for disturbing the peace and dad wasn't very happy about it." "This is Galdin Quay, Noct, not Insomnia! I bet it happens all the time!" "Are you seriously thinking about getting hammered?" Noctis sighs. Sometimes he thinks Prompto has a dinking problem, but it's just his friend desperately trying to prove he can handle absurd amounts of alcohol. Of course, that always went south real fast because it only takes a few shots of cheap tequila to lose him. "Just know that I'm not dragging your ass out of there if you end up on the ground in a pool of your own vomit." "We have the girls with us, so I prooooomise I'll behave. Besides, I need to be alert if some dudes try to hit on them!" Prompto flexes his muscles. "So you're their dad now?" Noctis laughs. "Fine. Try not to die, alright? That would be smaheful for both of us and we have class in two days. Would suck if I had to endure Mr. Izunia's lecture alone." Five minutes later, Prompto gets off his phone with a huge grin on his face. "They're in! Told me to fetch them at the beach at 10." "Great." Noctis says with a hint of sarcasm. Later that night, the boys show up at the beach with Luna and Cindy on their arms. Cindy and Prompto hit up the dance floor right away, trying to outdo one another until it just looks absolutely ridiculous. Noctis and Luna take their places at the bar, watching with exasperated expressions on their faces. Noctis begins to stand, "Should we -" Luna grabs his hand and shakes her head. "No. If anyone asks, we don't know them." They enjoy their drinks in silence, watching Prompto falling on his ass after attempting a backflip and Cindy laughing at him howl in pain. "And that's even before they've drunk anything..." Noctis says before walking over to pull Prompto up. As much as he enjoyed watching his best friend make a fool of himself, there was a point where too much was too much. "Ok, that's enough Prom." Prompto rubs his ass and groans as Noct guides him to a chair. "Aw c'mon Noct! Cindy's gonna win!" "She already won the moment you jumped." True to that statement, Cindy was tearing up the dance floor, earning cheers from the crowd that's formed around her. Luna notices a few guys oogling her and she rolls her eyes. Moments later, she joins Cindy in a sultry dance off that ends with a kiss. Needless to say, there were many boners in the audience that night after that performance. "Oh my gods, Luna. Didya see the look on that guys face?" Cindy squealed. "Did you see the front of his shorts?" Luna replied, laughing. "You're such a tease, hun! A vicious one at that, too!" "I get jealous when the guys keep staring at you like that. I had to take action!" By the time the girls found their way back to the bar, Prompto has decided that drinking tequila should numb the pain of his failed backflip. He's only had 5 shots, but he was already red in the face and drunkenly flirting with Noctis. Noctis himself is red in the face, desperately trying to hide the increasing hardness in his crotch as Prompto reaches out and traces hearts on Noctis' bare chest. "Well, well, well...Whatcha guys doing, huh?" Cindy asks teasingly. "Ask Prom!" Noctis shoots a look that screams 'help me' at the girls. "Oooh Noct...your skin is so smooth...I want to just run my fingers over you all day and -" Noctis clamps his hand over Prompto's mouth, saving himself from the oncoming slew of Prompto being adorable and flirty. Normally, he doesn't mind Prompto's drunk talking, but they were on a beach with close to a hundred people and his best friend's drunken speeches had the tendency to make him feel all hard, hot, and bothered. "Have you ever thought that when Prompto talks while drunk, he might just be exposing his inner thoughts?" Luna quips, trying not to laugh at the awkward scene in front of her. "Like what, Luna? Him massaging my thighs, kissing my neck, and all the shit you know makes me...you know!" Noctis hisses, absolutely embarrassed. Luna sighs and grins. "Let's get him back to your room. He's absolutely out of it already and I think you could use a break." She shoots a glance at the bulge forming in Noctis' shorts. "Thanks..." Noctis says sheepishly. He helps Prompto up and guides him from behind while Cindy and Luna take the sides. It's an awkward position to be in, but he has to hide his boner and what better way that putting his drunk, best friend in front of it? They finally reach the room after a little complication in the elevator where Prompto stumbles and grabs onto Noctis' crotch. The girls tuck Prompto into bed and say goodnight. Afterwards, Noctis takes a shower with the tap turned all the way to the cold setting. He curses Prompto under his breath for making him horny in public. The cold water doesn't do anything though, and Noctis ends up walking out of the bathroom with a stiffy that won't go away. He considered jerking off in the shower, but he was a noisy little fucker when he touched himself and he'd rather not have Prompto suddely wake up to the sounds of his moaning. Frustated at not being able to relieve himself, Noctis grabs his phone and shoots his latest hookup a quick message. "Sup? Just thought of meeting u again soon. Hmu if u still interested." He hits the send button and sighs. Just then Prompto's phone lights up with a ding, dimly illuminating his cute, freckled face for a few seconds. Noctis raises an eyebrow when he hears it. It's the same sound that plays when someone sends him a message on his dating app. He thinks nothing of it and settles in beside Prompto. There were two beds in their room, but Noctis prefers cuddling up with Prompto if it was an option. He decides to send another quick message to his hookup before sleeping. "At Galdin Quay until Sunday btw. Can meet u when I get bk." The message gets sent and Prompto's phone dings again. This time, Noctis gets curious. He leans over an unconscious, snoring Prompto and he stares at disbelief at what he sees on Prompto's phone. There were two notifications for the dating app he was using containing the exact messages he just sent. "The fuck? How did - " Noctis looks down at his best friend, a lump forming in his throat. He grabs Prompto's phone and unlocks it with the password Prompto always uses - chocobo. He swipes at the screen until he comes accross the dating app, discreetly hidden in a folder of games. Shaking, Noctis accesses the app and almost drops the phone on Prompto. On the top of the list of messages was the most recent one from him. The realization that he had sex with his best friend...the thought of him and Prompto in that dark room furiously banging each other...it just wouldn't sink in. Noctis puts Prompto's phone down and lies against the headboard. He was the date Prompto was talking about that night. The confusion began to set in. Noctis genuinely liked Prompto and wanted to be with him someday once he had the courage to confess, but he ended up fucking him like any of the dudes he's previously screwed around with without even knowing it. How was he supposed to feel now? Noctis leaves Prompto's bed and goes to his own. He can't be near Prompto right now after what he's found out. His emotions were conflicting with each other too much. He always saw Prompto as an adorable, lovable klutz he's been harboring feelings for, not some sex-craved slut who rode cock like it was second nature. The next morning, Prompto woke up to see Noctis on the other bed, staring up at the ceiling. He looks like he's had a rough night. For someone who was passed out cold just a few hours ago, Prompto only has a mild hangover. "Noct?" Noct flinches at the sound of Prompto's voice. His best friend was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking absolutely worried. "You look terrible, Noct. Did you even sleep?" Noctis averts his eyes from Prompto's gaze. Feeling something's off, Prompto slides in beside Noctis and wraps his arm around his torso. He can feel Noctis tense up as soon as their skin makes contact. Thinking that Noctis may have had a terrible nightmare or just couldn't sleep because of last night's party, he nuzzles his chin against his best friend's neck, hoping it would relax him like it always does. "If you don't feel well today, we can just lie here as long as you want. I know how much my cuddles help." He whispers teasingly. Noct is uncomfortable. He doesn't want to lie there with Prompto, but he doesn't want to push him away either. Eventually, he decides to just stay with Prompto in bed. It's not like Prompto knew any better than he did and he can't blame his best friend for making him feel conflicted. They should be fine as long as he manages to keep it to himself. Choosing to see Prompto as his friend rather than a slut, he relaxes a bit...that is, until his dick seems to think otherwise. Lewd thoughts begin to dance around in Noctis' head as his cock hardens. He can roll Prompto on his back right there and then and have his way with him. The electric feeling of making a move on his best friend...feeling the awesome sensations he had that night in Insomnia...it was driving Noctis crazy. He breaks free from Prompto's embrace, sweating and his face flush from all the things he wants to do to him. "Prom...I'm going out for a walk...I...I just need to clear my head..." "Oh...ok." Noctis quickly gets dressed and leaves, leaving Prompto wondering about his strange behavior. He heads straight for the resort's front desk and books another room far from the one he shared with Prompto. Before long, he's in the new room, clothes on the floor, head and shoulders on the bed, back up against the wall, and his legs above him. He's panting and moaning shamelessly, three fingers up his ass and his other hand wrapped around his cock, jerking furiously. Noctis is imagining Prompto fucking him, filling him up and making him feel good. He opens his mouth as he cums, burst after burst coating his tongue, lips, and face. "P...Prompto! Haaaaaahhhh!" This was the moment Noctis realized that though he wanted to have a serious relationship with Prompto, he can't give up the great sex he's had with him under the cover of anonymity and darkness. Just as he's finished getting the sexual tension out of his body, his phone receives a notification from the dating app. "U in Galdin too? Sorry, just woke up. I'm here for the weekend. Wanna meet 2night?" Noctis swallows and replies quickly. "Yeah. Midnight. Room 353. Same thing as last time. Lights out and no talking, k?" "Ur so mysterious. Makes me horny just thinking of how hot u might be outside the shadows. Can't wait to get wrecked again by ur thick cock. ;)" "Cool. Cya." Noctis was entering dangerous territory, but it was a risk that felt too good to give up easily.

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