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writingbakery · 5 years ago

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“season of the witch (& the werewolf)”

this is purely indulgent, fluffy, silly nonsense i dreamed up a while back, & am finally pushing out into the world! i may add more parts if it’s well received! <3 taglist; @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess

[pairing; werewolf! kirishima x witch! reader]

[warnings; fluff, pining, crack, strangers to lovers, soft moments, clumsiness, slice of life, magical au]

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fall, mid september

the leaves crunch sweetly beneath your boots as you make your way through campus; the air is chilly, still, like it’s holding an unspoken breath. how silly.

you shake off the lingering feeling that something.... important is about to happen, focusing your thoughts back on potions - magical college was much harder than normal college, and as a young witch in training, you needed to stay on track. this was only your second of six years; the almost daunting courseload was lightened only by the knowledge that you were exactly where you were meant to be, hopelessly in love with magic.

as a green witch, potions is a major part of your studies - second only to herbology, a smile on your lips as you remember your blooming greenhouse. potions and spells were vital to every witch, but in your case, they were the focal points of your magic. being in tune with wildlife was one thing; being able to borrow from & control it was entirely another.

you’re lucky, however - it’s fall, aptly dubbed the “season of the witch”, your magic stronger and more present. it’s your favorite season, partially because of the energy rush and partially because of everything it entails; halloween, chillier weather, your favorite films on tv.

so wrapped up in thoughts of elderflower and frog legs are you that you don’t even see the person in front of you, colliding with a sturdy chest and nearly toppling to the ground. nearly.

strong arms snake around your waist to catch you, warmth radiating from the laughing body of the man who’s both your savior and your reason for needing saving.

tall, broad, with a shock of red hair and peeking dark roots, smiling so wide you can count all four sharp fangs & hardened incisors - a werewolf’s mouth, if you remember your shifters correctly.

“careful there! that’s a pretty face, i’d hate to let the ground have it all for itself,” the werewolf teases, and you flush darkly before pulling yourself together.

“sorry, i was just.... wrapped up. potions,” you attempt to explain, but the tall redhead just waves off your concerns. now that you’re looking at him properly, he seems oddly familiar, like you’ve seen him but never seen him.

“it’s half my fault anyways, i was too busy lookin’ at the birds,” he shrugs, shaking his head. “i think you’re in my potions class. professor greenbirch? just finished?” that’s where you’ve seen him. a back row sitter, usually half asleep in his cauldron or dicking around with friends.

“that’s the one. this project has sort of taken over all my free thinking space,” you admit, tapping your fingers against your textbook; the way the young werewolf’s eyes widen makes you giggle. “i figured you missed that part. i’m [y/n l/n], green witch & second year.” you hold out your hand, which the werewolf blatantly ignores, pulling you into a rib crushing hug instead.

“i’m eijiro kirishima, also a second year and werewolf - but i’m sure you guessed that already! since i crashed into you so rudely, lemme buy you a coffee? and maybe we can team up on this project i had absolutely no clue about,” he laughs, and his smile is so bright you don’t have the heart to say no. besides, what’s the worst that could happen?

“sure,” you agree, gently prying yourself from his grip, and the two of you are off to the local cafe for chamomile tea and brainstorming.

winter, late january

you frown as you peek out of your frosted window, tending to your greenhouse plants. the weather’s been too chilly for them to thrive the way you want, & your heating spells can only do so much. bundling up in an oversized hoodie and gloves isn’t helping your shivers, but at least youre not directly outside.

technically, you’re meant to be picking herbs and various natural ingredients for your workspace, restocking on materials so that you can continue your studies - and your flourishing side business selling potions to your classmates.

instead, however...

krishima bounds through the grass excitedly, his wolf in full form - silky black fur, tinged with red, a massive creature that had frightened you nearly to death the first time you’d seen it.

ever since that day, swapping project ideas in the warm and bustling cafe, he’d been glued to your side, like a puppy nipping at your heels - he helped you with errands, kept you company late at night when you were lost in spellbooks, and even brought you coffee on the way to potions class. he’d become a great friend, and you were lucky to have him, as much as you teasingly complained about his clinginess.

although, as you watch his body morph and shift back into lean, corded muscle and a sunshine smile, the butterflies erupt full force, and you’re starting to realize you can’t hide your blossoming feelings forever.

he’s shirtless, as usual, a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he cheerfully drops the basket of ingredients next to you, eyeing your shivering form. for a moment you’re almost jealous of his wolvine blood, keeping his blood burning boiling hot despite the cold nipping at his skin. your eyes travel lower, past the broad width of his shoulders, trailing down the cut of his abs & the sprinkling of his dark-haired happy trail disappearing into sweats that hid nothing - clinging to well muscled thighs, and a very impressive print—

you pull yourself out of such thoughts with another shiver, although kirishima blames it on the cold, bless his heart. he’s quick to pull you into one of his notoriously strong hugs, surrounding you in warmth and a hint of cinnamon & pine, a scent you’ve come to associate him with.

it’s nice, comforting almost, and you can pretend you’re not flushing pink from his muscled arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“did you get everything?” you ask instead, pulling back a bit to eye his expression - kirishima has a tendency to get distracted in the woods, “playing tag” with the squirrels and diving into lakes. such a puppy at heart.

he nods, however, his toothy grin showing he’s extremely proud of himself. “i’ll show you everything i got in a minute - i found these really cool pebbles, and this super rare flower, but first we’ve got to warm you up.”

you flush deeper at that, ignoring his teasing tone as you cuddle closer to him, a little unconsciously. “whatever, puppy brain. not all of us have blood so hot it melts steel,” you grumble.

his laughter disturbs every bird in a ten mile radius, but it’s disarmingly cute, and very fitting - you’re smitten to the core, no matter how hard you try to deny it to yourself.

spring, late may

the weather’s finally warm enough to make your brow line with sweat as you dig out weeds, your floppy sunhat somewhat shielding you from the bright sun. your plants are finally coming in strong, tall and leafy and bubbling with happiness that seeps through your pores every time you brush over their stems.

it fills you with pride, a sense of giddiness that’s only heightened when you hear a familiar laugh from behind you, loud and full of sunshine you can’t shield your heart from.

kirishima’s in his element during the springtime, shedding his old fur, touching up his dyejob - the reds twice as vibrant now, and your fingers itch to play with the gelled up strands.

his skin flushes golden under the warm rays, makes him sunkissed and beautiful in all the right ways - you’re lucky to breathe normally around him, let alone control your racing heart.

he spots you easily, waving goodbye to his classmates before dropping down next to you with enough force to shake the dirt in your hands. he’s quick to hug you, immediately launching into a sped up recount of his day - all the while holding you close, nearly in his lap. odd.

he’d been clingier than usual lately, always hugging you close or playing with your fingers, face buried in your neck when he got tired or upset. it’s sweet, even adorable, but your tender heart can barely take it, and you’re not sure how to bring it up without making him - or yourself - embarrassed.

for now, you’ll just soak up the extra attention & hope to god it doesn’t make the fluttering in your stomach worse, your aura sickly sweet pink and flushed enough. eventually, you’d have to confess how you felt - it was eating you alive.

for now, however, this is enough. you tuck a daisy behind kirishima’s ear and laugh at the way he sneezes immediately, confusion written all over his face.

summer, early july

it’s sweltering, your greenhouse & garden safely locked away under cooling charms as you drape yourself over the couch in kirishima’s dorm room. you’re sweating despite the fan tucked under your shirt and ice cubes in your mouth, probably because you’ve got a redheaded, hotblooded werewolf in your lap.

kirishima’s clinginess has only gotten worse, not even the heat keeping him from burying his face in your stomach, arms tucked around your thighs. it’s lovely but too warm, the added heat from his body stifling as you finally push him off.

“too hot,” you complain, but kiri just wines in response, and you clumsily pat his head in apology.

he surprises you, leaning up to nuzzle his cheek against your palm, even kissing your fingers. he’s got your full attention now, and you watch his affectionate actions with a smile.

“what’s gotten into you, hm? you’ve been real cuddly, pup,” you hum, and the way his cheeks redden makes you laugh. “what, you thought i hadn’t noticed? you’ve been stuck to me like beetroot on toadeye powder, what’s going on?”

you’d kept mostly quiet about his ever increasing clingy behavior, but with the way he’s avoiding your eyes, you’ve got a feeling you know just what his response will be, and your heartbeat quickens.

he’s quiet for a long stretch, opening & closing his mouth like he’s deciding just what to say, & how to ssy it. it’s endearing, but you’re nervous, waiting to hear the words you’d been praying for.

“fuck it,” he says suddenly, sitting up on the floor so that his face is right up next to yours. confusion fills you as you sit up too, attempting to make space - but he tugs you right back down by your hands, lacing your fingers together and squeezing once, twice.

and then he kisses you, soft and sweet with a thousand and one unspoken words. it’s so gentle, a caress of his lips on yours and before you know it your hands are tangled in bright red locks, keeping him close.

“oh,” you say softly once you finally part, chest light and airy despite being breathless; kiri just laughs shyly, kissing your hands with a grin.

“yeah, oh. guess we should’ve done that sooner,” he blushes, but his tone’s still teasing - as always.

you roll your eyes and whack him lightly with your joined hands, your smile too wide to contain.

“and to think, all that pining for nothing,” you tease back, squealing as the young werewolf comes to bury you in a flurry of kisses, sweet and soft and full of love.

fall, mid october

you trudge through the grass, yawning as you crunch through the multi-colored leaves. there’s leafpiles everywhere - perfect for jumping, your inner child says, and you smile. it’s just chilly enough to make you shiver, but warm enough to forget a coat, and you hum as you walk, deciding to indulge yourself a little and kick through the masses of leaves.

however, you’re not accounting for the twigs to catch at your ankles, stumbling down and you wince as you brace for the rough fall—

two strong arms wrap around your waist, tugging you up and back against a strong chest, rumbling with laughter. cinnamon and pine tickles your nose, and you smile wider, giggling a bit yourself.

“we really gotta stop meeting like this,” kirishima teases, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before setting you back on your feet. you spin around quickly, hands resting lightly against his chest as you lean up to kiss him proper.

“oh shut it. don’t think i’ve forgotten about you rolling through the leafpiles like a puupydog,” you laugh, poking his cheeks gently; he’s dressed warmer than usual, a college hoodie and a varsity jacket. he’s quick to peel the latter off, however, and drape it over your shoulders. oh.

“i had a feeling my favorite little witch wasn’t dressed warm enough, so i came to rescue them from the cold,” he explains, taking your hands and kissing at the chilled skin. he’s always thoughtful like that, looking after you so sweetly. it makes your heart swell and your cheeks pink, the way he’s always thinking of you.

“well i had a feeling my favorite puppy hadnt taken in enough nutrients today, especially after a full moon’s night spent wandering in the forest. elderflower and ginger, to help with all your aches & pains,” you chastise gently, holding up the thermos full of herbal tea.

kiri takes the thermos with an excited gasp - he loves when you brew him things, always claims it’s twice as special coming from your hands. now that you have separate potions II classes, he can’t partner with you anymore, so he readily accepts whatever you give him happily.

“we still on for pumpkin picking? i wanna carve out professor horden’s creepy ghoul face to scare bakugou.” his voice rings out excitedly between sips, taking your hand in his free one once more; you laugh at his silliness, your heart twice as full as last year and steady growing.

the pair of you walk through campus just like this; holding hands and laughing about everything & nothing all at once, the future bright.

it’s the season of the witch, after all - the witch and the werewolf.

#bnha kirishima #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima fluff #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero fluff #werewolf kirishima #magic au #evywrites

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hyungsnkisses · 5 years ago

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Dating Min Yoongi

( ~ o l d r e q u e s t ~ )

♡ contains fluff and a small amount of smut, viewer discretion is advised

yoongi would be such a low maintenance boyfriend

he’d never expect anything from you except your love

and lord knows he has a lot of love to give

all this about yoongi being aloof and not interested is a load of horseshit

he is a clingy and whiny boyfriend periodt

you’d meet in the late night convenience store where you worked part time

you spent your evening shifts studying for college because evenings were usually pretty quiet

at around 1am on a wednesday evening the doorbell chimes and you look up from your books to welcome whomever had entered the store

you look up to see a slim figure in an oversized black hoodie wrestling with packets in the ‘to-go’ section

the hooded guy throws a bunch of coins on the counter in front of you and rushes back out

it happens like clockwork the same time each week

one week he comes in an awful lot calmer and wearing a fitted shirt instead of his usual comfortable clothing

he still grabs the same cup noodles and health drink

“you’re an awful lot calmer today than you usually are”

“i’m sorry?”

“well, i- usually you just throw some coins and me and run away”

“oh, i’m sorry my first impression is that... i’ve been really busy lately”

“it’s no bother, it’s just nice to see you more calm”

he grins over the top of his mask and you catch a glimpse of his cute gummy smile

your heart beats a little quicker

he continues coming into the store and begins buying two of everything and offering it to you

you’d sit with him at one of the table next to the counter

he offered to help you with your studies on your days off and after exchanging numbers he invited you into his studio

he’d test you until you looked tired

one study session he didn’t know what came over him but he had to know what his pout felt like against yours

before you knew it you were sat on his lap in the middle of a steamy make out

it got the awkwardness of first dates out of the way though

the first thing yoongi did as your official boyfriend is make you quick your god awful job

because it wasn’t healthy for you to be studying all day and working all night

you opted for a quiet coffee house job about a mile away from your dorm

it also gave yoongi an excuse to come and visit you at work for coffee

maybe sneak a kiss if he was lucky

you’d be in his studio most days if you didn’t have classes

just his presence quietly tapping away at the computer was enough to relax you

you have to baby him quite a lot

“yoongs, it’s late time to go home”

“i just need to finish this”

“no you don’t, you can do it in the morning, baby”

“but-”

“no buts, let’s get some dinner”

he’s be mr grumpy pants but he knew it was out of affection

you’d end up at his favourite lamb skewer restaurant

he wouldn’t let your hand go throughout the meal

he loves skinship so much

nothing major but yoongi loves having your tiny hand in his huge shovels

even if they’re calloused from the amount of times you burned yourself at work

he especially loves stroking his palm on your cheek before he kisses you

he enjoys watching the little blush that rises on your cheek

on days off he’d just want to cuddle you and be with you

you’d be in lounge wear just led watching movies together

yoongi would always want you to lay on top of him so he can draw patterns on your back

he’d definitely be planting kisses on your cheek every 30 seconds

“babe stop”

“stop what?”

“kissing me, it tickles”

“... you want me to stop?”

“well, no... but i can’t concentrate on the movie”

“good”

but like if you wanted to go somewhere on a mutual day off he isn’t opposed

but he isn’t gonna cover up when in public because he wants you to be able to see him

he knows being an idol is incredibly frustrating but he wants a normal relationship

and you didn’t mind stopping if a fan wanted a picture

you’d go to the zoo specifically because he knows you love giraffes

or to the theme park despite his hatred for big rides

he’s always doing things because he knows you like them

he just wants to see you happy

he’d take lots of photos of you on his big camera as well

“baby smile”

“not another one, yoongs”

“i need more for my collection”

he just needs enough photos so he doesn’t miss you so much when he goes on tour

you both know it’s inevitable but you don’t talk about it

until the day comes

and he goes to america

and you miss him terribly one night

you’ll phone him sobbing

“it hurts, yoongi”

“i know, baby, i know...”

“how much longer?”

“only 8 days, it hurts me too... i miss you so much”

he surprises you the day he comes back with a massive bunch of roses

you don’t stop cuddling for a solid 3 hours

yoongi isn’t one to say i love you in the conventional sense

his ‘i love you’s are more ‘get home safe’ and ‘did you eat today?’

but the day he does say it doesn’t come as a surprise to you

because you know he’s loved you for a long time

it would probably be the morning after your first time being intimate

you’d be lying in his bed completely naked just enjoying each other’s warmth

your body would still be engulfed in his embrace

you’d breathe in the fragrance left on his neck from yesterday and press a kiss to his collarbone

“mm morning gorgeous”

“morning~”

“did you sleep well?”

“very much... do you want me to make you breakfast, yoongs?”

“yes please, i love you”

he wouldn’t let you leave after some kissing though

while being with yoongles is a breeze, he gets jealous really easily

don’t be spending too much time with hoseok or he will throw hands

“hoseok, do you want to eat- oh! Y/N, i didn’t know you were here”

“hi yoongs, hobi just needed my help with something”

“h-hobi?”

“yeah...?”

“right”

he’d stomp off into his genius lab and lock the door

but that is voided because you know the code to his door

he’d go really small and quiet when he told you he didn’t like it when you hung out with the other members

he would only forgive you if you bought him shaved ice and cuddled for a while

you literally can’t say no to his pouty face

he just loves you so much like he wants to spend his entire existence with you

he’s so lucky to have you

sometimes yoongi likes cute and cuddly sex

and sometimes he likes passionate and steamy sex

he likes to worship your body like it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

definitely likes to get you off before even thinking about himself

his hips can snap extremely deep and fast so you might need to prepare yourself for that

if he’s feeling really hot he might mix it up with some toys and stuff

cuddly sex would normally be if he woke up with a surprise in the morning

he’d be all blushy and cute

you’d be so close as you sat on his lap and gently rode him

gummy smiles everywhere

loves to have a shower with you post-sex and dress you up in soft and warm pyjamas

although you need to take care of him as much as he takes care of you

i mean it’s only fair

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bensboynton · 6 years ago

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cuddling with ben hc

requested: no

word count: 872

warning: extreme fluff, unedited

leave me requests for more headcanons w any of the borhap cast ;)

k so ben is one of the softest boys ever and loves to cuddle.

like, all the time.

and literally anywhere.

like he’ll seriously be all snuggly with you when you’re out to dinner and you’re like “ben are you kidding me” and he’ll just smile at you all cute n you’ll just wanna squish his cheeks.

he’ll deadass get mad at you if you leave. like you’ll just be laying there and have to piss and you’ll get up and he’ll act like you just kicked him or something.

he’s almost always big spoon but when he’s had a rough day or you just feel like it you’ll pull him against your chest and play with his hair until you both fall asleep.

he really likes to lay his head on your chest while you two watch tv shows on the couch and he just listens to your heartbeat in wonder like, damn, this bitch really alive and she’s mine.

you better bet your ass he asks you to wear his clothes so he can give you the biggest hugs and soft forehead kisses while you’re wearing his hoodie and sweatpants even though they barely stay up on your waist.

always subconsciously holds your hand/plays with your fingers while you lay as close to each other as humanly possible.

let me set the scene of a cuddle session w ben real fast okay:

it’s drizzling rain outside and extremely overcast at about 3 pm. you have your tv on just to have some background noise and you’re laying in bed, your head on ben’s chest and he’s rubbing tiny circles on the small of your back.

you’re just like listening to him breathing and enjoying each other’s company in the dead silence, the covers pulled up slightly around you two as you feel your eyes getting heavy with sleep.

he runs his fingers delicately through your long locks, and it’s just enough to lull you to sleep.

anyways

ben is like a child when he wants to cuddle.

like he’ll sit there and pout while he waits for you to come cuddle him.

and he looks forward to coming home everyday to find you already in bed with a book on your lap just to flop on the bed and take a long ass nap together.

don’t even get me started on the late night talks you guys have while you’re all snuggled up to his chest.

some nights neither of you can sleep, so you just sit there in the pitch black and talk about everything.

you tell him stories about your old middle school volleyball team, and he tells you about all the trouble he used to get into with his friends and you talk about life and love and happiness and death and philosophy.

ben never wants to stop listening to you talk as you lay there, the moon leaving a blurry film of light on the ground in your bedroom.

on airplanes, he doesn’t care how crafty he has to be he is going to cuddle with you.

sometimes you’ll have to move the armrest or literally switch seats just to make it easier for you to lean into him/lay in his lap.

the borhap cast always jokes about how gross it is how you two are always so cuddly. lots of the “get a room!” jokes.

ben said “i love you” for the first time while you two were cuddling on accident and it was the cutest thing watching him get all flustered until you finally said it back.

ben always randomly kisses the top of your head, forehead, shoulder, back, whatever he can just to remind you that he’s still there.

when you guys take a nap together you’ll wake up and there’ll be drool on his shirt and he’ll tease you about it for awhile until you threaten to stop cuddling with him

that shuts him up right away.

i can also picture ben telling the grossest, cheesiest jokes he can think of and they’re just so awful you’re both laying there laughing so hard you cry.

sometimes he’ll have to grab his phone to text one to joe because it’s just too good not to share.

but you both are so whipped for each other it’s not even funny.

he never thought he could be so in love with someone that all he’d want to do is cuddle them (among other things) until he met you.

and that’s what he misses most when he’s in a completely different country, thousands of miles away.

he’ll send you cute texts all the time telling you how hard it is for him to fall asleep without you right there next to him, keeping him warm.

and you feel the exact same way.

but then ben comes home and you guys cuddle for like three days straight to make up for lost time and suddenly it’s like he never left.

and he always whispers how much he misses you while you guys just lay there together and you really just have to take a step back to realize how happy and truly loved you do feel when you’re with ben<3

he’s a cuddlebug, what can i say?

#ben hardy #ben hardy headcanon #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy fic #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy fanfic #bensboynton hc

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itbethatwaysometime · 7 years ago

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Cute Coupley Things with Peter Parker

Warnings: fluffy, fluuuffffff, cuteness overload, gets a little steamy at the end. (Peter is about SEVENTEEN in these headcanons. I’m not really comfortable writing anything to smutty if he’s FIFTEEN)

A/n: After How You’d End Up Dating Peter Parker got such a great response I decide to make another one!

Don’t worry, next chapter of Uncharted is coming tomorrow !

Everything about being with him would make you smile. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you haven’t stopped smiling. Neither has he.

He gives you that 100 mile stare, where he’s looking at you, but past you at the same time, as if with his eyes he’s saying she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.

At first you’re both really shy.

Like it’s all soft touches, hand brushing and sitting really close to each other.

cUTEEEEE

Than it slowly escalates.

The first time you hold hands was at school, in the hallway, Flash picks on him but says something to you. :’Look, Penis Parker has a girlfriend! Bet she’s being paid.” And Peter is about to beat this little shit into the ground, but you lace your fingers through his and he looks at you for a moment before pulling you away.

He’d always wait for you at your locker. Or if you made it first he’d slip his arms around your waist and snuggle into your shoulder.

Your first date is at the Thai Place. And he internally tells you that he larbs you.

You’re constantly playing footsie under the table

You’re goal in life is to make him blush, because it’s the most adorable thing on the planet.

Anything.

You’ll discreetly smack his ass in public.

Kiss him senseless at school.

Slip your hand in the back pocket of his jeans

“(y/n)! We’re at school!!”

“But you like it”

“Ya I do.”

Slipping your hand under his shirt and running your hands over his abs.

Because Peter might look all cuddly, but he is one fit sonofabitch.

Running your hands through his hair

You stealing his shirts and sweaters

Him not saying anything because he thinks you look better in his clothes than he does himself.

So, he deliberately gives you his hoodies.

“Are you cold? Here take this.”

tbh what i actually want in an s/o

Going around town to find cute coffee shops as dates

“LOOK (Y/n)! ThiS oNE hAS caTs”

Whenever he has to keep it PG at school or with Aunt May, he either always has a hand on the small of your back or he grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles.

Ned and MJ rolling their eyes at your PDA, but honestly happy for you guys, because Peter seems so much happier.

Peter being insecure, wondering if he deserved you, because he’s always so busy being SpiderMan even if he tried making time for you.

“Because... Because, you could have someone else. Someone who won’t just up and leave, someone who isn’t such a burden, who doesn’t come back bloody and bruised. You don’t---”

“Peter, shut up. You’re all I need. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”

Gross sobbing on my part tbh

ALSO that’s the first time you say I love you.

Him responding with :” God, I love you so much, (y/n), you have no idea.”

“I think I do”

Staying at his place after a study night and having a lazy morning. (Aunt May had to work really early *wink* *wink*)

Him waking up first and making you breakfast.

Pancakes with smiley faces because that’s how Aunt May made them for Peter.

Cuddling

So much cuddling

Sometimes you’re the little spoon

Sometimes you’re the big spoon

There were days where you’d lay on top of him, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist

Movie nights always ended up with you falling asleep straddling him with you holding him tightly against your body

He’d carry you to bed easily.

“GODDAMIT PETER PUT A SHIRT ON I CAN”T CONCENTRATE “

And so the war begins. Trying to make one another as flustered as possible.

Which ends up with him popping a boner more than once cuz Peter is still a smol bb

Peter slipping a hand on your inner thigh.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Neck kisses

Peter is surprisingly fond of hickeys but he won’t admit that.

jEaLOus / pOssESsiVE PEtER

One day you’ll be at one of Liz’s parties and Peter would leave you alone to get some drinks.

Some asshole tries to hit on you, but you deflect his bullshit. At some point he still doesn’t give up and starts touching your arms and trying to lay his grotesque hands on your body

As you push him back, Peter comes barrelling in.

“WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TOUCH MY GIRL LIKE THAT? HUH?”

your smol bean just went from 0 to 100 real fkn quick.

tbh you’re kind of turned on. I mean... MY GIRL

You’d get back home and he’d probably will pin you to the wall. (p.s: Aunt May isn’t home)

Worship!Kink

Pet names

pET nAMES

For you

Darling

Love

ANgel

For him

Petey

Babe

Baby

DUmbass

All in all, you guys love each other so much, it’s blinding.

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What Could Have Been // Park Jimin

the prompt: in which you ponder what could have been.

words: 2914

category: fluff + a punch of angst

author note: this isn’t a request and i’m very sorry for the pain it might cause you.

The box was under your bed. A box you hadn’t opened in three years.

The small shoebox was covered in stickers and random words that were important back when they had been written.

Your initials beside his stood out the most.

With a careful hand, you lifted the lid and set it aside.

At the top was the thing that used to send you into fits of tears. A polaroid picture of you and him: you smiling at the camera while he kissed your cheek.

You still remember the day you took that picture.

A younger you pouted from the top of the ferris wheel. “Jimin, I told you I was afraid of heights.”

“I know,” your best friend replied cheekily. “Now I have to protect you.”

“Cringe.” you muttered, causing him to laugh.

“I’m joking Y/n,” he said. “Really, I didn’t want you to miss out on this opportunity. Stop closing your eyes for a second and look up.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I’ll be beside you,” he promised. “You won’t fall just by looking up.”

With the trust of a child, you obeyed and looked up. Stars greeted you, so close you felt as if you could touch them.

“The Big Dipper!” you laughed, pointing out one of the more recognizable constellations.

With your fear gone, you found yourself in a competition with Jimin to see who could find the rarest constellations.

Your game was caught in a tie when the Ferris wheel lurched again. Suddenly, you were being lowered to the ground at a moderate speed.

In the heat of the moment, you reached for Jimin’s hand and held it tight.

“I’m sorry if it’s awkward,” you whispered, closing your eyes tightly. “Just don’t let go.”

He replied with a reassuring squeeze.

Once the ride ended, you found yourself longing to hold Jimin’s hand again.

“Let’s take a picture, Y/n!” His excited tone brought you out of your thoughts.

You obliged cheerfully, hurrying to his side to be in the selfie. He held up a Polaroid and smiled at it. “Smile!” he reminded you.

You let your lips break out into a large grin. Then you felt something soft on your cheek as the flash went off, blinding you for a second.

“Jimin!” A bout of laughter bubbled out of your mouth and you turned to look at your best friend.

“What?” he asked innocently. “I can’t kiss your cheek?”

“No,” you said, slapping his chest playfully. “Best friends don’t kiss.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin teased you by leaning down to kiss your other cheek.

You covered your face with your hands. “Stop!”

Soon the two of you were just two immature kids running around the fairgrounds. Him trying to kiss you and you shouting for him to stay away.

Your heart fluttered at the memory.

After placing the picture aside, you reached for the next item in the box, which was a small charm bracelet…

“Happy birthday, Y/n!” Jimin cheered, handing you a small gift box.

“Thanks, Jimin.” You accepted the gift and walked with him to your backyard.

“I can’t believe the only thing you wanted for your sixteenth birthday was a pool party with me. How boring!” He teased you.

You ignored his jests and took off your shirt, revealing your one-piece underneath. He did the same, and you caught a quick peak at his abs.

“Someone’s been working out,” you poked his stomach, causing him to back up, flustered.

“Shut up.”

You obliged, instead grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of the pool. “Jump on three, okay? One, two–”

“Too late!” Jimin shouted. He pushed you into the pool, shaking with laughter.

You surfaced the water and tried to glare at him through your soaked bangs. “Jimin,” you whined, “It’s my birthday and you push me into the pool.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, Y/n,” Jimin cooed sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes, “Just get in here with me.”

Without warning, Jimin jumped into the pool, splashing water all over your face.

You spit the chlorine-filled water out and coughed.

“You okay?” Jimin began to swim over to you, concerned.

Deciding he deserved it, you pretended that you were choking. “I… Can’t… Breathe…” you gasped.

“Really?” Jimin came over and grabbed you by the waist. Suddenly his face was inches in front of yours. You suddenly forgot to cough. “Should I give you mouth to mouth?”

With all your might, you splashed him in the face. “Don’t joke like that!”

Jimin’s laugh filled your ears as soon as he noticed your reddening cheeks. “Is Y/n embarrassed?”

“No,” you denied. With him following behind you, you climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel. “Let’s open my presents!”

“You’re present. As in the one lonely gift box I brought you.”

“Let’s open it together,” you ignored his jab at the fact that he was your only friend and sat down on the hot patio.

Jimin brought over the gift and you snatched it out of his hands.

Just as you were about to lift the lid, Jimin reached out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “I can take it back if you don’t like it.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?”

Ignoring his pleas, you opened the box and pulled out a small charm bracelet. A little blue bow charm was attached to it.

“Jimin, this is so pretty!”

“Really? I thought you wouldn’t like it.”

“Are you kidding?” You examined the jewelry. “I can even get more charms for it.”

“I could get you a new charm every birthday if you would like.” Jimin suggested, casting his eyes toward his lap and scratching the nape of his neck.

You hugged your flustered best friend. “I would love that, Jimin.”

A small tear fell from your eye as you looked at each charm on the bracelet. The first one was the blue bow, followed by a small fox, a little book, a princess crown, a cloud, and a white rose.

He never broke his promise.

You hastily wiped the tears away and grabbed the next item: a dried up pink rose.

“Why are you asking me?” You whined as you followed Jimin into a flower shop.

Apparently, he had a girl he wanted to give some flowers to, and he wanted your opinion on what to get her.

Not only did he take time away from your Saturday nap, he was also asking the one who had fallen in love with him for help on winning another woman’s heart.

It happened some time during the year you both turned seventeen. You came to the conclusion that you would be elated if you got to spend every day of your life like you did in those days: with Jimin.

Even so, if he wanted to ask out another girl you weren’t really one to tell him he couldn’t.

“Would she like these?” Jimin pointed to a nice purple bouquet.

You snorted, “Those look like old lady flowers.”

“Well how was I supposed to know?”

“Flowers just have that feel to them,” you shrugged.

Jimin stuck his tongue out at you before looking at the bouquet you were inspecting. “Pink roses? Isn’t that a bit too cliche?”

“Of course not,” you insisted. “Red roses say romance and passion, but pink roses say sweetness and compassion. Understand?”

“Not really, but you sound convinced so I’ll get them.”

Jimin was always a romantic man, so you weren’t surprised when he bought a whole dozen just to confess to a girl.

The two of you walked back to your house, Jimin giving you a play-by-play of how he would confess to the girl.

“I’m sure she’ll say yes,” you said honestly. Who wouldn’t say yes to Jimin? He was the sweetest person on the planet.

“Thanks, Y/n. It means a lot to have your support.” You thought he was going to leave at that, but instead, he looked at the bouquet and pulled out a single rose. “Here, for being the best friend anyone could have.”

“Thanks, Jimin,” you rolled your eyes. “Now go ask her out! Fighting!”

He waited until you got into your house safely and then he walked in the other direction to wherever his crush was.

You, however, immediately placed the rose in a vase to keep on your desk.

You treasured that rose. Always had.

Jimin never knew how much that little gesture of love (however platonic it might’ve been) would mean to you.

You placed the rose gingerly aside, hoping that no petals would fall.

Only two more items were left in the box. Only two more memories to relive.

You picked up the folded black hoodie and pressed it to you nose. Tears immediately sprung in your eyes.

It still smelt like him. That sweet, cinnamon bun scent that Jimin had always carried around with him.

It carried your favorite memory.

You were having a good dream about puppies when a strange noise woke you up.

“I swear if you don’t shut up, Jimin!” You sat up, throwing your pillow at the window.

Jimin had a new habit of coming to your bedroom whenever he felt like, especially when he couldn’t sleep.

You were both nineteen, and while you had decided to take a gap year to get more work experience, Jimin had decided to go ahead and apply for college.

Now a business major, the boy lived off of caffeine and junk food. He lived a few miles away from your apartment with his fellow student named Taehyung.

Jimin never got any sleep, so he liked to bug you on the particular nights when he couldn’t sleep.

For instance, this night where he thought it was appropriate to throw rocks at your window at three in the morning.

You got up anyway, in your shorts and tank, to go answer the door and let him in.

There Jimin was, in his cuddly hoodie and soft black hair. You glared at him.

“I can’t sleep, Y/n,” he pouted. Then he reached his arms out with his sweater paws hanging off of his fingers. “Can I stay here?”

You accepted his hug, snuggling close to his warmth. “I guess.”

He followed you back to your bedroom, practically backhugging you.

You climbed into your bed and lifted your blanket for Jimin. He smiled widely and got into the bed beside you.

As he always did when the two of you cuddled, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled him as close to you as he could.

It was silent, and you shivered from the cold of the night air.

“Oh, do you want my hoodie?” Jimin sat up and pulled his hoodie off. With only a thin shirt on, he handed it to you and waited for you to shimmy into the oversized clothing.

“You look so cute,” he grinned down at you.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” you mumbled with your eyes already closed.

“I can’t!” Jimin whined. “I can’t stop thinking about stuff.”

“About what? Talk to me.” You encouraged your friend.

He pressed his lips together, “I don’t know if I should tell you.”

You sat up as well. “Well now you got me curious so you have to tell me.”

“I think I like someone,” he said softly.

You watched his hands as he played with your hoodie sleeves. “I don’t exactly know how to tell her.”

“Why don’t you give her a rose?” You went for the generic answer.

“I’ve already given her a rose.”

“Give her jewelry,” you suggested.

“I’ve already done that as well.”

You frowned, and then you smiled triumphantly, “The fair is coming back to town soon. Take her there.”

Jimin looked you dead in the eye. “Y/n, I’ve already done that.”

Then he grabbed your hand. “I’ve done all of this for you and I’m running out of ways to show you my love.”

You choked on your spit, “What? Did you really just say that?”

“Of course I did. I love you, Y/n.” Jimin smiled. He leaned forward and pecked your lips. “Do you love me too?”

His cheeky smile made you blush. “I’ve loved you since junior year, Idiot.”

“Well that’s a relief.” He chuckled. “Now I can go to sleep in peace.”

“Thank goodness. I have an early shift tomorrow.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down into sleeping position.

Jimin kissed your cheek and held you closer, “Okay. Goodnight and I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You started dating the day after that. He even moved in a few months later, claiming that you helped him sleep better.

Not that you ever minded. Jimin and you were never apart anyway, so it only made sense.

You pulled the hoodie over your head and sighed. The last item was the one you weren’t ready to look at.

It just sat there, mocking what could have been.

“I’m going to be a little late, Babe. Traffic is crazy.” Jimin told you over the phone.

“That’s okay,” you replied. Jimin and you were going to have a movie marathon for your second anniversary. Truthfully, you were glad Jimin was going to be late. You hadn’t even picked out what movie you two were going to watch, and the pizza man was late again.

You wasted time by lounging on the couch, flipping through Netflix to try and find a good movie.

It hadn’t been ten minutes when you received the call.

Jimin was calling once again, and you assumed it was just his clinginess, or the fact that he forgot to say I love you. He liked to always make sure he said it when you two parted.

“What’s up?” You answered happily.

Someone else’s voice, definitely not Jimin’s since it was deep and throaty. “Ma'am, do you know the owner of this phone? You’re the speed dial.”

You gulped. Sirens were going off from the other side of the line and you stood up, grabbing your shoes, jacket, and keys. “I’m his girlfriend. His name is Park Jimin. Where is he?”

“Ma'am, you’re boyfriend was in a head on collision with another vehicle. He is almost unconscious, and we’re in the process of getting him to the hospital. Can you meet up there with his insurance information?”

“Of course. I’m coming.” You answered, already walking into your shared office to grab your insurance documents.

You repeated a prayer for Jimin’s safety over and over as you drove the hospital. As much as you wished to pass the speed limit, you knew that you couldn’t help Jimin if you were also in the hospital.

“Park Jimin!” You practically shouted the receptionist. She gave you a pitiful look before informing you that he was in ICU and that she would show you the way.

You followed her, hands shaking. What if wasn’t okay?

The nurse opened the door for you, and you spotted Jimin on the bed, with blood drying on his scalp.

“Jiminie,” you ran over to him, ignoring all of the doctors, and grabbed his hand. “I’m here.”

“Y/n,” he coughed into his sheets, and you watched in horror as blood showed up against the white material. “It’s internal. I don’t have long.”

You looked up at the doctor, tears already forming in your eyes. One nod was enough to confirm the worst.

“Y/n,” Jimin had tears in his own brown eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. “Get my bag.”

You made haste, trying to control your emotions. If these were your last moments with Jimin, they were going to be spent however he wanted them to be spent.

With his bag in his hand, he poured the contents out and snatched up a little box.

The tears flowed without warning as your brain finally comprehended what it was.

Jimin turned to smile at you, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. “Y/n, would you marry me?”

He opened the black velvet box and showed you a small ring complete with a shiny diamond on top.

“Of course I will.” You sobbed, reaching out a shaky hand so he could slide the ring onto your finger.

“I thought I would get the size wrong,” he tried to laugh, but it turned into a coughing fit.

The heart monitor began to get dreadfully slow and Jimin reached out to grab you hand.

“Y/n,” he looked into your eyes. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” with that whisper, you leaned forward and kissed his lips as gently as you could. Your tears dripped onto his cheeks as you stood above his dying form. “Just look at me and everything will be okay.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Jim–” the heart monitor cut you off, flat-lining.

You fell against your now-fiancé, weeping for your love. For your loss.

Now, three years later, you opened the box and stared at the diamond.

What would’ve happened if he hadn’t died? Would the two of you have a child already?

The thought of having a child with Jimin caused you to burst into tears all over again. Thought of a life with Jimin caused an overwhelming sadness to bubble up inside of your heart.

Often times you caught yourself thinking of the faux future: what could have been.

It was a habit that was slowly destroying you, yet still you asked yourself, “What could have been?“

~the end~

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