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feeling so soft rn

i loveee touchy!bestfriend!james and i personally am not touchy whatsoever except for like a fewww people and idek why i like thinking of reader like that and Sirius and Remus and everyone are like ?? how come you rest your head in james lap and not ours how come you hold his hand blah blah and readers just like idk he’s just so comfy

Omg same!! They’d be so confused

You’d been studying for hours in your bedroom while James, Sirius and Remus had sorted out their own stuff.

You’ve got a midterm coming up and it’s for one of the more confusing topics ever so you’d told the boys not to bug you under any circumstances.

Now, a couple hours later, your eyes are blurry and your stomach is being teased by the scent of what you think is a roast dinner from the kitchen.

Your descent down the steps is anything but coordinated and you’re lucky James had been on his way up when you missed the last step and almost went flying across the floor.

His hand comes to your waist and another around your shoulders to steady you.

“Was just coming up to see if you wanted to have tea with us.”

You nod, in no hurry really to get out of James’ hold.

“Think you should lay down first, angel. You look about ten seconds from passing out.”

Remus and Sirius are setting up dinner in the living room- a bad habit you’ve all got stuck in when you didn’t own a dining table.

Their eyes go wide as saucers as they watch James sit and pull you into his lap. It’s mind boggling to them that there’s not even a hint of resistance on your part.

You hate being touched- you like to be the initiator and sometimes even that is a no-go. Remus and Sirius haven’t had brazen touches like James gets every day.

You lay your head on his broad chest, hearing his heartbeat steadily as you lay there.

“You gonna be able to eat, or d’you want me to pack it away?”

You shake your head, “Don’t move yet Jamie, think I’m gonna fall asleep.”

James nods, kissing the crown of your head- an action that makes Sirius grip onto the plates in his hands a little tighter.

“Fucker thinks he’s so smooth,” Remus mutters as he sets the cutlery down. Sirius nods, eyes on James who appears to be whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Apparently they both are.” Sirius says, jutting his chin in your direction so Remus can see the way you’re playing with the hair on the nape of James’ neck with a little smile on your face.

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no bc i may cry

beefy?soft!james period comfort just for you!! i’m sorry you’re feeling bad :( i hope this helps, even a little!

james honestly checks your period app notifications more than you, so he knows your cycle. the week before when you’re afflicted with pms, he’s prepared for you to be grumpy and clingy. he knows it’s only going to get worse when mood swings and cramps come into the mix. he makes time to stock up, making sure you have different options of pads or tampons in his bathroom, getting you a special bouquet, like the same kind he brought you on your first date or some other milestone in your relationship.

he knows snacks and comfort are needs as well, so he makes the couch comfy enough for you guys to nap on and repeatedly goes out to get you whatever kind of little treats you want, if he doesn’t already have it on hand. he has all your favs ready to pull out and he’s making you as many meals as you’ll allow him to. he hate hate hates it when you’re in pain and he automatically goes into fix-it mode

“can i get the heating pad for you, love? or some tea? i picked up the kind you like at the shops”

“are you okay in this position? can i adjust your pillows for you?”

“what can i do to make it better, sweet girl? a massage? do you want me to carry you to bed?”

eventually after you’ve been thoroughly pampered and offered a million different things, you just have to be like “jamie. if you don’t just lay down and hold me right now i might start crying” and he’s immediately cooing apologies at you and getting you arranged so he can lay behind you and be the big spoon.

also i feel like he’s one of those guys who’s always generating heat especially during cuddling so he reaches around and let’s you use his big, warm hands as natural heating pads :((

omg this was so sweet and cute and i loved it!!

on the pms part: he def checks your period tracker or even a calendar if you track it that way and braces himself for quick, snide retorts and then teary apologies later because, “i don’t mean to be mean to you jamie. i’m sorry.” he finds it so adorable because obviously he isn’t going to hold it against you, but he lets you apologise anyway!!

he makes you little snack jars! fills them up with your favourite stuff- sour and sweet candies and keeps it stocked so you never run out! he also isn’t bothered by having to go out and get you more pads or tampons! james is period positive and has pictures of the brands and the type you like on his phone in case he ever runs out!

james makes sure you’re eating iron rich stuff and stuff with lots of magnesium too! makes soups and stews cos that’s what the cycle app says you should be having and he’s always got your favourite show/movie close by.

when you tell him you just want him to cuddle you HES ON THAT SHIT!! slots himself behind you and rubs his palms together before pressing them on your belly! especially after you’d told him in a very weepy tone that heating pads can scar your tummy after extended use! if you do need it though, james is always sure you never fall asleep with it on!

ugh he’d be so perfect and i need him

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THIS ISNT FAIR I NEED PART FOUR NOW

“ cuddle–bugs. „

(( REQUEST PART THREE ))

mcu!peter parker x reader.

IN WHICH — you fell asleep on your best friend during movie night and the avengers won’t let you live it down. meanwhile, peter plans to ask you out, but an old friend of yours gets in the way :0

!!! read part one here | read part two here !!!

✨masterlist.✨

3.2k.

It felt good for you to finally get some sleep. It seemed like sleeping cuddled next to Peter was the perfect remedy for your sudden insomnia. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Waking up in his arms, his biceps snug around you; his quiet snores that still sang through your thoughts. Their melody, and the leftover fumes of his cologne, kept you in a peppy mood. That, and Harley’s holiday visit.

You hadn’t seen Harley in what felt like a year, despite how it had only been a few months. Still, as much as seeing your friend got you excited, the whole Peter–debacle kept you in a tizzy.

Tony had asked you to help circuit a drone prototype in his lab, which gave you a great opportunity to dwell on the fact that Peter definitely saw the framed photo Sam took of the two of you. And read the sticky note. The thought still made your heart rate spike a little, but you couldn’t decipher what it was stemming from.

Part of this made you feel giddy. It gave you a chance to open the bottled up feelings you’ve been rejecting for Peter, and really, truly, encourage them. The other part, however, made you incredibly nervous. Anxious, even. He could react in a way that would completely redefine the long–term friendship that you two had.

His response could either be something equally as smitten, or something that’d haunt you for the rest of your life. It was conflicting, but also you knew that at a certain point, you wouldn’t be able to hide from your feelings anymore. Peter would inevitably find out. You just hoped that it wouldn’t ruin the way he looked at you.

While re–wiring the drone’s hardware, you began to spiral down the dark abyss of how badly this could end. He wouldn’t necessarily get angry with you. Peter Parker didn’t have an angered bone in his body; but this could very well, quite possibly, most definitely, create an incredibly uncomfortable atmosphere in your dynamic.

Fuck.

You wished he’d react the same way he did when you both found out you were superheroes, or when you’d both been recruited to be part of the Avengers. Peter had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Would these feelings really change that much of it?

“There you are!” Peter’s voice from the doorframe disrupted your thoughts. You immediately felt the way your heart leapt in your chest.

You did hope that things wouldn’t change because of a dumb crush. However, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like things with the two of you were changing already.

Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder, careful not to distract your work. The way Peter walked over to you seemed radiant; he was glowing, and it wasn’t just because he looked fresh out of the shower. He smiled at you, toothy and spritely. The way it suited his energy was contagious, and spread a small grin right to your lips. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He added, prancing up beside you.

Your focus went back to the drone, mostly because you wanted to hide from the inevitable blush that coated your complexion. “Oh yeah?” You mused, cheeky. “How come?”

Peter leaned his back against the desk you were working at. He kept a comfortable distance from you, but a bit less than usual. You only noticed because his body heat nearly overloaded your system. You cleared the invisible tickle from your throat, feeling the urge to try and hide what felt like vulnerability.

“I wanted to show you my new lockscreen.” His tone outlined his smile audibly. Peter excitedly showed you the addition to his phone, as though he’d been rehearsing it. You felt the way your eyes widened and your face flush at the photo. The same photo that was framed at your bedside. “Sam sent it to me.” He added the detail once you saw it.

Your eyes met. You could feel the playful demeanor that Peter had been camouflaging. He knew exactly what he was doing, and by the dorky expression on his face, you knew that your reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

Dropping the hardware tools beside the drone, you used slow movements. You needed to get his phone. The power he had with that photo was too much for him, and it was already getting to his head. Your hand plunged towards the device, but Peter dodged your reach like he was one step ahead of you. He was always one step ahead of you.

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” You fought back your smile by trying to use a disciplinary tone, but your laughter won the battle. He took paces backwards, and you followed his movement. “Give me your cell phone!”

He laughed, raising a brow. “You want my phone?” He was playing coy, teasingly. “You’re just jealous of my lockscreen.” You two traveled around the large laboratory, him still walking backwards like it was nothing. “I could just AirDrop it to you, if you want it so bad–”

Leaping forward, he dodged you again. He was having too much fun with this, waving his phone in front of your face like a chew toy. “You’re so evil.” Your playful glare was one of Peter’s favorite looks of yours. He took it in like he was taking a picture of it.

His brow arched again, mocking you. “Am I really?” He bantered. You had to admit: as stubborn as you could be, Peter’s playful spirit was something you always enjoyed. And the banter was absolutely riveting to partake in.

Peter’s laughter filled the room as you started to chase him. He was skilled walking backwards, but running was an entirely different story. The two of you practically chased your tails around each other; Peter holding his phone high above you, and you eagerly sprinting and jumping up to try and grasp it.

In the thick of the moment, you’d finally caught up to him. Body to body. Chest to chest. His arm was still extended to the ceiling, phone held to the sky, but his focus was completely captured by you. Your eye contact was thick, and your little fits of giggles halted to a stop at the rousing tension.

Damp strands of curls fell in front of his face as he studied you, eyes tracing features of your face that he’d already memorized. The scent of his shower would’ve sent your head in a pother, if not for the feeling of your bodies melding together. You could feel his heart racing through the mere fabrics of your shirts; you were certain he felt the speedy rhythm of yours, too.

His arm slowly lowered back to his side, but you both could care less about his lockscreen right now. You kept your eyes tied to his, keeping up with the silent conversation you were having. Peter’s mouth opened, dry as he scrambled to find his words. “Y/N..” His voice was soft, gentle. “I need to ask you something.”

Curious and confused, you tilted your head a little. “Ask me what–?”

“Y/N!” You heard your name called from the doorframe. Both you and Peter shifted your focus to meet the interruption, finding Harley waiting impatiently. “C’mon! I’ve got something to show you.” How inconvenient.

A look of apology shadowed your face when you looked back up at Peter. “Can you ask me later?” It was the last thing you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t keep Harley waiting; the subtle tapping of his foot caused guilt to nag at your focus.

Both you and Peter peeled away from each other, slowly. It felt unnatural, especially considering that neither of you had the strength to break eye contact.

Peter forced a smile, though you could tell there was disappointment behind it. “Yeah! Yeah. Go.” He waved at Harley, noticing the small glare that accompanied the mirrored action back. “I’ll catch you later.”

He watched you smile at him before running off with Harley. That was how things had been since he’d returned from school.

Harley was always the first to bid for your attention, or drag you out of a room when you and Peter found yourselves alone in it. He was the ultimate cockblock, and a jealous one at that.

Peter had enough trust in you and your friendship to know that there was no competition for his spot as your best friend. However, now his hat was in the ring for a new title: your boyfriend.

Harley could one–up him there.

Peter still had hope after his talk with Sam in the kitchen yesterday morning. He finally felt the courage he needed to ask you out. To ask if you felt the same way. But Harley didn’t make his conquest any easier. In fact, he’d done nothing but get in his way. It was almost like Harley knew what Peter was trying to do.

Last night was Sam’s pick for team movie night. Of course, Sam chose a festive rom–com; he chose The Holiday, and sent Peter a little wink as he cued up the movie. This was an opportunity, and Peter wasn’t going to take it for granted. However, Harley wasn’t going to let Peter have it that easy, either.

As Peter sat beside you, Harley sat on the other side of you, arm draped over the back of the couch. Right where Peter wanted his to be. He noticed how stiff you were, and the way you awkwardly kicked your feet as the movie played.

The memory played through Peter’s head all day, especially while this question burned in his throat. He’d never been so eager to ask you something; so compelled to know the response you’d give him.

Part of him was scared. Just a small part of him. He knew it was a gamble to try and enhance your relationship. You’d either reciprocate the emotions he had for you, or the friendship would go through a little awkward fit. Either way, Peter knew it was a growing experience. He was willing to risk it if it meant getting to spend time with you romantically.

Harley just seemed to anticipate every chance you and Peter caught a moment alone.

Peter wasn’t planning to give up just yet.

And neither were you.

You did enjoy your time with Harley, but it felt like he was pushing it a little. Occasionally, you had the habit of cluelessness, but even now, the inkling that Harley was getting at something felt stronger than ever.

“C’mon, Keener.” You pressed him, trying to get the boy to crack. “It’s like you’re holding me hostage here.” For the past hour, you’d been trying to leave to go find Peter. Your hands went up in defense when Harley shot a look of surprise at you. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve missed you too, but I’ve–”

That’s when it hit you. Harley was getting at something. Something big. The look he shot at you was overwhelming. You couldn’t quite grasp what he was trying to express to you, but you could tell that he was about to tell you.

He took a breath, slicing through the deafening quiet. “Y/N, I need to ask you something.” His tone was stern, precise. He’d been practicing this, you were sure of it.

Your posture straightened out. From how it sounded, this seemed really serious. Your whole demeanor shifted, stilled. “Yeah, anything.” The last thing you wanted was for Harley to feel like he couldn’t tell you something.

Harley stared into your eyes, grounding you for a moment. You could feel just how much you were anticipating the question, and just how slowly the world spun before he spat out the words. It reminded you of how Peter had something to ask you, too. You wondered just how serious of a question Peter’s was–

“Would you go out with me? Li–like on a date?”

You froze. A date? A date with Harley?

It felt wrong for your thoughts to be consumed by anybody else in this moment, yet they were. Shoulders slumping, you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Harley, I’m flattered, but I—”

He interrupted you. “You have feelings for someone else?” His question came out like a scoff, almost like he was trying to beat you at answering him. “Parker, right?”

And in that moment, when your heart swelled and your cheeks flushed, you finally accepted it. Your posture settled a little, and the breath you’d been holding for the past few days finally released itself. “Yeah.. Yeah, I do.” Your lips curved sympathetically, not wanting to put salt in Harley’s wound. “Y’know, I still appreciate you though, right?”

Harley smiled at you, “Yeah, yeah, whatever..” He laughed quietly. “Now, go find your love–bug boyfriend. I’m sure he’s dying to see you.”

With a grin on your face, and a bittersweet farewell to Harley, you went on your way to find Peter. You knew that rejecting Harley shouldn’t have been as inspiring to you as it ended up being. Now more that ever, you felt determined to ask Peter out. Whether he was planning to ask you or you ask him, you weren’t going to give up until you had a date set on the calendar.

Turning the hallway corner, you found yourself rounding to the kitchen, following the faint sound of Peter’s voice. Waltzing with his words was the sound of Sam’s too, conversing with your best friend. You paused in your tracks, listening in on their conversation til you had a good time to intervene.

Tiny klanks and clinks of spoon on mug came from further away, muffled under Sam as he spoke, “You going to the holiday party tomorrow night?” He asked, “I heard there’s gonna be mistletoe.” You could hear the way his voice shaped into his mug as he took a loud sip of his drink, “You should take Y/N and go find it.”

Heat flooded your face at how forward Sam was, and at the idea of kissing Peter. It was thrilling to think that in just twenty–four hours, you could be kissing Peter Parker. You wouldn’t have to avoid him anymore, you could freely sit with him and express your feelings–

A sigh could be heard from closer than anticipated. A sigh that sounded dejected, conflicted. Rejecting. Ouch. You slowly crept around the corner, eying Peter’s back as he replied to Sam.

“I’m not gonna do that. I can’t.” Peter seemed to hesitate, but that didn’t take away from how much it hurt. “I just don’t want..”

“You don’t want to kiss me?” You found your place to interject, now standing in view of Sam and Peter’s back.

As Peter turned to look at you, it didn’t take much to notice the way his heart was in his throat. His whole body was stiff with regret, and his hands held the air in front of him like there was something to fix. But there wasn’t; you had your answer.

Peter Parker didn’t love you like that.

“Y/N, I–” Even as he took steps towards you, it felt like he only got further away from you. You put space between the two of you, a hand coming out to emphasize the physical boundary you needed.

You shut your eyes for a second, taking a breather. Keeping your composure was your main focus. “No, no. It’s fine.” You tried to keep earnesty and understanding in your tone. “But you don’t have to make kissing your best friend seem like such a chore.” You snapped a bit more intensely than you’d intended, but you needed to. You had to leave.

One more breath and you left, unable to look Peter in the eye again before you made your way to your room. You hated how the look on his face stuck in your brain like some traumatic flashback. The look in his eyes when he saw you was almost as hurt as you were. It didn’t make sense.

Making your way into your room, a knock interrupted your peace of mind. Holding off on processing your rejection, you turned and met eyes with Sam. You didn’t know whether it was a welcomed company or something you wanted to turn away.

Before you could open your mouth, Sam spoke up.

“I know what happened back there wasn’t.. The best, but I swear it was–”

“Sam.” The words came out shorter than you were used to. “If you’re here to talk to me about that, I don’t want to hear it.”

It sucked. You hated the feeling of being rejected. It also felt so much heavier because you’d already been avoiding Peter, you’d already been missing his company; now, you felt like you had more reason to steer clear of him. You hated it. You hated how much it hurt you.

Shaking his head, Sam got on task. “Right, okay.” His tone became less sympathetic, but his expression still said everything that his words didn’t. “Buck and I were assigned to stakeout tomorrow, but our backup fell through. What Parker and I were talking about in the kitchen was if you and him could stakeout and then Buck and I could back–up for you two.”

You blinked a few times. He was really asking you to do that? To sit in a car with Peter after he’d just ripped your heart out?

After thinking about it like that, you fully realized that Peter was oblivious to your heartbreak. He didn’t know he’d rejected you, and he was still your best friend. Maybe this was a sign, and something the two of you needed to do.

Sighing, you held back an eye roll. “Fine. I could do that.” You placed your hands on your hips, raising a brow at Sam. “Did Peter agree to it?”

“Cuddle–bug said that as long as you were okay with it, he’d be more than happy to.”

Hearing the nickname lodged a dagger in a spot you didn’t think was reachable. God, it hurt. It might get worse with this mission, but you also knew that you’d never forgive yourself if you’d fully pushed Peter away.

“Okay. Then tell him to meet me in the garage tomorrow morning.”

Sam seemed to respect the boundary, and let you be after you’d given him the request. You didn’t have the stomach to see Peter before the stakeout, and you knew you’d have to prepare yourself quite a bit before you’d have to spend god knows how long with him tomorrow. Alone.

God knows how long you’d have to spend with him alone, in a car, doing nothing.

You were planning to kill Sam when you got back, especially if this was some kind of ruse to set up you and your best friend.

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[ellereadsfics]

i luv beefy james

i love love love big!beefy!james!!!!! he’s my bf fr fr

could i possibly get some angst to fluff w him??

not really angst but just a little bickering!

"james, you can't keep leaving these here. i almost slipped on 'em," you grumble as you step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around you as you dangle james' dirty rugby uniform on a finger.

he looks up from his gaming desk, in the corner of your room, headphones pushed behind his ear.

"slipped on what, lovely?" he asks, deer-in-the-headlights look to his eyes.

"your dirty rugby uniform? it's all caked in mud jamie, told you last time it'll bring flies and bugs if y'don't wash it out first."

you're pretty sure you can make out sirius', 'he's such a slob, doll!', as your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"sorry m'heart," he blows you a kiss when you tap your foot on the floor "thought i chucked it in the basket."

you huff, tossing it in the basket yourself this time.

"don't leave it in there all night either mister," he nods, another kiss being blown your way.

"won't baby, promise."

it's well after midnight when james gets off the game, you'd been painting your nails the whole time- using little ball tools to get the cherries on your nails the right size.

"is there anything in the wash?" james asks, voice a little hoarse from use earlier.

"nuh uh, think you might have to empty the dryer though," you look up bashfully, "think i forgot a load in there after i showered."

james smiles in just his way- slow and earnest as he comes closer to you. "s'alright, i'll fold them quick." he kisses you once, twice, three times before you smile.

"sorry about quarrelling." you say, james frowns.

"didn't quarrel, you reminded me love, s'nothing wrong with that."

james kisses any complaints from you, before going off to the washing room. you can hear him scrubbing off his clothes first and then the wet slosh of it falling into the washer barrel.

he comes back with the folded laundry pressed to his chest, "wanna paint mine too, pretty girl?"

you perk from where you're blowing your nails, "sure jamie," you show him your polishes.

"wanna match yours, maybe cherries on clear nails?" he suggests and you nod rapidly, excited to do his nails.

"i love you," you say sweetly, james' cheek flushing at the sentiment.

"i love you too, m'heart. an inordinate amount."

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oh i love him

im so bad at requesting things so hopefully this actually makes sense lmao, could you please write something about james comforting reader after meeting his friends for the first time bc she thinks she left a bad impression but in reality they loved her? i love your writing btw <3

thank you! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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There was no doubt in your mind that you loved James Potter.

Despite the relationship only being a few months old, you had never felt this way about any previous partner. James made you feel special, made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. James was what all the bad dates and shitty relationships were leading up to, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You wanted him to be a part of your life, and you wanted to be a part of his—which meant meeting the important people in his life. 

He wanted to start out with something small and casual. It was just meant to be a casual night at the pub beside his apartment, to just meet his best friends and the group he had kept close with throughout school. It should’ve been no big deal. 

Except, it went worse than you could’ve imagined—or at least, that’s what you assumed. 

They were a close knit group, that fact was undeniable. And it was clear they cared about your boyfriend as much as you did. It warmed your heart to witness the way they laughed and joked and smiled and cheered the whole night, but you couldn’t help but feel a piece of the puzzle that was never really meant to be there. 

James had noticed you had been quiet since you left the pub, giving all his friends a parting hug before you both started to make the walk to his apartment. You looked lost in thought, with that crease between your brows that told him you were deep in your own head. 

“So,” he started, almost startling you out of your daze when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to tug you into his side. “What did you think?” 

You blinked. “Hm?” 

“My friends,” he said, looking down at you with a dopey smile that hadn’t left his face since the night began. “What did you think of them?” 

“They were great, Jamie,” you smiled softly. “They really love you.” 

His grin widened. “And now they love you too.” 

You must’ve made a face because that was the only explanation as to why James suddenly frowned, stopping on the side of the street and pulling you to top with him. He looked almost concerned. 

“Is everything okay?” 

You looked at him like he was insane, laughing it off. “What? Of course it is!” 

“Baby,” he gave you a pointed look. “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.” 

You opened your mouth but just sighed. “It’s nothing.” 

His frown deepened. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“James—”

“Princess.” 

Your eyes dropped away from his, focusing on some cracks on the pavement below you. You let out a deep breath before you began speaking. “I don’t know, I guess…I just wanted your friends to like me.”

His concern turned to confusion. “Huh?”

“They mean a lot to you, James, and I can tell they care about you too and I just wanted them to like me too,” you started to ramble, the words flowing out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop them. “And I wanna be with you for a…really long time and I don’t want them to hate me—-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” James interrupted, taking a step closer to you. His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you, wide eyes and alcohol flushed cheeks. “Who said anything about hating?” 

“I—” you started before shrugging. 

“Baby, they adore you,” he whispered in a soft voice. “I think they probably like you more than me.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s very true,” he murmured with a small smile. “Just ask Pads. He would choose you over me in a heartbeat.” 

You laughed, though it still felt a bit strained.

“Plus,” James continued. “You make me happy. And if you make me happy, they will love you regardless.”

Your eyes still held some doubt. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he grinned before his hands moved to hold your face. “I wanna be with you for a really long time too.” 

“Glad we are on the same page then,” you murmured, your lips twitched as he knocked his nose against yours. 

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me for a while, princess,” he said before moving down to connect his lips with yours. “Better get used to this.”

“Pub nights with your friends?”

“I was gonna say making out with you on the street, but that too.”

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he can make me laugh forever

helloo:)) first, congratulations!! second, I would like to request-:

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

-with a quote from my fav book of all time six of crows

“She’d laughed , and if he could’ve bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have”

with remus, james or steve whoever you feel fits best:) no pressure at all<3

thank you very much !! ah, six of crows, a classic! i'm going to do james here as he needs some more love and i think this fits him very well <3 here he is being the flirtiest boy to ever flirt!

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"And then he turned to her, dead serious, and said, 'No, ma'am, I've never seen that pair of trousers in my life!'"

It's a good thing you're not taking a sip of your drink because your laugh bursts out of you, loud and full. You haven't laughed like this in ages -- though James is plenty funny -- and you're sure a few people are staring.

When you get yourself together, you find James staring at you warmly. He's not smirking, which is rare, instead smiling softly, that damned curl perfectly positioned on his forehead.

It's date three. You were just meant to go on a walk but you ended up at this bar at the last two stools. You're facing each other, one long leg situated between yours, the other pressing into your outer thigh. You're pretty sure you'll let him come home with you, if he wants.

The secret is you desperately like him and you're not entirely sure he likes you as much. But the way he's looking at you right now --

"Do that again, please," he says. James reaches out and smoothes some flyaway behind your ear.

"Do what?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

His grin does turn back into a smirk. He takes a sip of his drink and you can't help it -- you watch his neck as he swallows. He's quite handsome and he knows it, but he doesn't call you out for staring.

"Laugh," he says, shrugging. Like it's obvious.

You feel your face heat immediately and his knee presses a little harder into your thigh. He puts his hand on your knee and winks.

"Be funny, then," you say. You learned on date one that James loves some banter. You turn from him to signal the bartender for another drink.

"It really is lovely," he says, softer. He's got his earnest voice on. "Your laugh, I mean." He taps your knee and you look at him again.

Those eyes, so earnest yet teasing. Puppy dog eyes, you've said to your friends. "Thank you," you say, equally soft. He leans in, so quick you can barely react, to kiss the corner of your mouth before the bartender arrives.

Yeah, you're letting him come home with you tonight. Even if all he does is make you laugh, that'll be enough.

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this is so cutesy stopit

are you bored yet?

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings/Tags: Couple of swear words, not too much angst

Summary : Peter notices you and Harry have been all touchy-feely lately. He wonders if you’ve become bored of him already.

I made this with Tom's Peter in mind but I added Harry for the sake of the story, so you can really just imagine this with any of them.

There's something different about the way you've smiled lately.

This wasn’t new, it happened more often lately. Your eyes crinkled more, and your cheeks were rosier. Just by watching you, Peter had an urge to smile just as big. But it wasn't him who made you smile like that.

It was Harry.

Harry was a good guy, and an even better friend. But as he watched you during lunch, sitting diagonal from him, laughing at his jokes, Peter couldn't help but feel jealous.

Biting the side of his cheek (a bad habit Peter picked up, and you always looked so cute when you yelled at him for it), he decided against speaking up.

He knew he wasn't the most exciting guy in the world, but what did Harry have to offer that he didn't? Was it that date he had to cancel last Friday? Spidey duties were important, but so were you. Or was he just not all you wanted him to be?

"You okay, bro?"

"Huh?" Peter blinked a few times, trying to clear his head.

"I said, are you okay?" Ned asked again. "You've been spacing out all lunch."

Peter sighed, "I'm fine," he said. "Just thinking about stuff."

"What stuff?" Ned pried.

"D-do you think that.. Y/N-" He paused. "Is Harry more interesting than me?"

"What? Why would you ask that?" Ned's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, taken aback by his question.

Peter's eyes drifted over to you and Harry. You were laughing at something he said, gorgeous as ever. What were you doing to him?

"Oh."

"Yeah." Peter glanced at his lap, his lips forming a line. How could you have looked so beautiful laughing with someone else? Why did he feel like crying?

The bell rang, and Peter felt like he could breathe again. The torture was over. As he got up to go, he glanced at you one more time. Walking away with him, not even batting an eye in his direction.

Peter walked out of school, heart still feeling heavy from earlier. You were standing at your usual meet-up spot. Hair slightly tousled, lips parted and you had your "focus-face" (as he liked to call it) on.

"Peter!" You looked up from your phone and walked in his direction as you opened your arms.

"Hey." Peter said, you threw your arms around his waist and swayed back and forth.

"How was your day?" You asked, peeking up at him while still hugging.

Fucking terrible. "Fine, I guess. Algebra was boring today." He lied, math was never boring for him.

"But I thought you liked that class?"

"How was your day?" He changed the subject quickly.

"It was good, actually. I aced that chemistry quiz, I just know it." you beamed up at him.

He helped you study for that one, he looked back on the "study date" you had during the weekend.

"That's good," he grinned.

"Want to hit up Del-mars? Or just go back to one of our places?" You asked.

"Let's just go back to my place." Peter swallowed thickly. Lie. He wanted to just lay in his bed, alone. Today sucked enough.

"Oh, okay. Are you feeling alright?" You stepped back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a little tired." Lie.

"Okay." You smiled, reassuringly, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Lead the way, cutie." He forced a smile on his face.

You flopped onto his bed, letting out of sigh of relief.

"Y'know, I've always loved your bed. So soft and comfy." You snuggled up to his pillow. It smelled good, a mixture of fresh linen and him.

"Mhm," Peter mumbled, setting his books down. He just wanted to distract himself with work.

You got up and wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood behind him.

"Whatcha workin' on?" You kissed him on the cheek.

"Trying to work on English." He shimmied out of your arms.

You knitted your brows, he never did that.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

He spun his chair around and looked at you with a blank stare.

"What?" You stepped back, "Did I do something?"

"Y/N, do you want me?"

"What? Of course I do, why else would I be with you right now?"

He chuckled dryly, "I mean, you clearly prefer to be with someone who can entertain you more than I can."

"What are you even talking about?" You raised your voice. What the hell was he going on about?

"I mean, the whole lunch you just couldn't stop laughing at whatever the fuck Harry kept saying to you."

"Are you kidding me right now, Peter?" You scoffed and crossed your arms. "You're mad because I have other friends? Who I laughed with?"

"No. I'm upset because you never smiled like that with me. What does Harry do that I can't?" He stood up out of his chair.

"Nothing! I don't know what you're even getting at!"

"I'm saying, it feels like you're bored of me. Like there's something I'm not able to give you. You didn't mutter a damn word to me all day. Not until school was over." He clenched his fists and stared at the ground. This didn't feel right, being angry at you for his own insecurities.

"Peter, how could I get bored of you? Sure, Harry's a nice guy, but I love you. You're smart, caring, I mean, you're Spider-Man for God's sakes!" You stepped towards him, closing the gap, "You're amazing."

He felt his heart hit the floor. How could he have let his own feelings get to him like that? His fists unclenched, he looked up at you. Your face, tore him apart.

He never wanted that look to ever come across your face again. That sad, puppy look.

"I-I'm sorry," Was all he could get out. He felt pathetic.

"It's okay," You shushed him and hugged him.

"I shouldn't have taken it out on you," He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"I'm just glad you said something," You smiled, softly.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed you on the lips, lovingly. You cupped his cheeks, and stood on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss.

He smiled, and laughed against your lips.

"What?" You laughed back.

"Harry is kind of a loser, isn't he?"

"Peter!" You threw your head back in laughter as he giggled back at you.

How could you have ever gotten bored, when all you've ever wanted was right there in front of you.

Hi, I'm hoping you enjoyed my first ever tumblr story! It's obviously not the best. Critical comments are always welcome, however keep it as respectful as possible.

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i love this boy

break my heart

tiny lil frat!peter blurb w smol angst and fluff

“hey babe, you free?” peter’s voice called out from the phone and you knew the question that would follow before he said anything, “if yes, wanna hang out?”

you loved hanging out with him and what it entailed (finding crowded bars with good music and grinding dancing until one of you caved and dragged the other to the nearest secluded spot) but you were tired after a long day and didn’t think you had the energy to keep up with his absurdly extreme physical strength. “um, i don’t think i want to go out today. i’m not feeling up for that.” you said, a little hesitant.

“oh, well what were you planning on doing tonight?” he asked, sounding less disappointed than you thought he would.

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i love frat peter

your kiss, my cheek || pp

better late than never? bullshit. frat!peter realises he loves you a little too late.

PAIRING:  frat!peter parker x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, angst and fluff again

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

A/N: heyyyyy so i wrote this in two days ignoring every single responsibility of my life but i enjoyed writing it sooo much esp because it’s my cold hearted but soft bby frat!peter 

thanks to that anon that prompted this i hope u love it!!<3

The noises from downstairs shook you awake and you blinked, trying to come back to your senses. The first thing you noticed when you’ve got your bearings back was that you were warm. It was a cold October day and you were feeling warm.

The reason for that warmth was the body wrapped around yours, your very own personal heater. He would never ever admit it, but the mighty, known for the trail of broken hearts he’d left behind frat boy, Peter Parker was a huge cuddler. Only when he was asleep though.

You must’ve fallen asleep after hooking up last night (it was that kind of a night). He’d kick you out if he were awake for it and you didn’t want to deal with the unnecessary pain that came with it every time.

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp slowly, so as to not wake him up, lifting one heavy arm off your waist and then rolling off. You thought you’d succeeded, but then you heard him grunt.

“Mmph.” His face scrunched up slightly in his sleep as his hands tried to find you instinctively. “Get back in bed. It’s cold.”

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I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE HIM

ok ok hear me out

everyone knows james as the "super cocky and loud guy" right?

well what about when reader (his gf/partner) is near him and he just gets all quiet and sweet with her like maybe she walks in as he's bragging or talking about (for example you don't have to use this ofc) winning a quidditch match and he doesn't notice until she's right beside him and he just stops the conversation with whoever and greets her and is just super soft

idk if this makes sense but i hope it does

this was so cute!! thank you for requesting!🖤

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James Potter was a loud guy. 

Loud presence. Loud voice. Loud personality. 

You could hear him before you could see him. You would be able to locate him in a crowded room in seconds. You would know if he was within a mile radius of you. And he knew that, he knew that the spotlight had a tendency to find him and he loved it.

He was cocky in that way that was endearing. He wasn’t condescending or arrogant, he just acted like he was the best thing in the world because he was. He had the personality and the charms to back it all up, he wasn’t just all talk. But he was as kind as he was cocky, a balance that was hard to find but James seemed to personify perfectly.

James was undoubtedly a handful to deal with and everyone knew that.They expected him to find someone who would match his energy, who was as loud and vibrant as he was. So, it was a shock when they saw you hanging off his arm. 

And it was a bigger shock when they saw how much you mellowed him down—not that you meant to at all. But it was just one of those things you had to witness to believe. 

“Who’s your fucking daddy!” 

The boy raised the trophy above his head, basking in the cheers and the applause as he walked into the common room with a wide grin plastered across his face. Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch House Cup and James Potter was over the fucking moon, having led his team to victory for the third year in a row as captain. 

“Potter! Potter! Potter!” The crowd chanted as everyone slapped him on the back as he made his way through the crowd, standing up on the table to thrust the trophy in the air once again as the cheers washed over him and the stolen bottles of firewhiskey popped open. 

He was three drinks in with adrenaline and victory pumping through his veins by the time you made it to the party. You had promised a younger student you would help them study after the match, and despite the guilt you felt, your boyfriend only kissed you on the lips and muttered how hot it was that you were so kind before making you promise you would show up after your tutoring session. 

Now, here you were, pushing your way through drunk and cheery party-goers as you tried to locate your boyfriend.

“PADS, YOU’RE GETTING IT ALL WRONG!”

You could have snorted when you heard his voice booming over all the others, as well as the bass of the music blasting through the speakers you suspected Sirius had smuggled in from the Muggle World.

“I COULD SEE IT THE WHOLE BLOODY TIME! IT WAS RIGHT THERE AND—”

You flashed an apologetic smile as you pushed past a few more students before you saw him, standing in the middle of the circle of his friends and other students. His curls were unruly and his cheeks were flushed pink. His hands were moving animatedly as he loudly spoke, grinning as he recounted the events that led to Gryffindor winning. 

“AND I SWOOPED DOWN—” But before James could continue his story, his eyes found yours and his smile instantly widened. Not caring about the others, he pushed his way out of the circle and made his way towards you, engulfing you in his arms. “Hey, princess.” 

“Hey,” you laughed as you wound your arms around his waist, lifting your head to look up at him. “Enjoying the party?��� 

“It’s better now that you’re here,” he mumbled, long gone was the booming voice and boisterous laughs, and the others could have snorted at the sight. He lifted his hand to push some hair behind your ear before he cupped your cheek. “How was your tutoring session? Lil’ Jimmy give you any trouble?”

You rolled your eyes. “He was a delight as always. Told me I was practically dating a celebrity, you know.”

James grinned. “I knew I always liked that boy.”

“Oi, Potter, you gonna finish your story?” 

But James just waved them off, muttering that someone else would finish the story before he led you towards a table where drinks and snacks had been set up. 

“What do you wanna drink? Have you eaten today? Have you eaten enough today?” James rambled off as he grabbed a paper plate, beginning to pile a large amount of food onto said plate before you stopped him.

“I’m fine,” you laughed, shaking your head. “C’mon, let’s go celebrate your win, captain.”

“Hmm, they can wait,” he murmured as he tugged you towards him once again, this time dipping his head down to kiss you. “I think you need to properly congratulate me.”

You snorted. “Yeah?”

James grinned. “Yeah.”

“Whatever you say, captain,” you teased. 

“Fuck, it’s kinda hot when you call me that.”

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i love this i love this

Maroon

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James isn't usually violent but he'll fight anyone who bad mouths his girlfriend.

Genre: Fluff, Short-ish? around 1,000 words

Warnings: mentions of a physical violence, descriptions of injuries and blood, insults, swearing, inspired by this picture bc 🥰

You were surprised when a drunk fifth year boy ran up to you in the middle of your study session with Remus saying your boyfriend had just beaten the shit out of someone at a party you'd asked him not to go to.

It was being hosted by some grimy, good-for-nothing, Slytherins that always found ways to get under James's skin. But, he never listened to you when it came to those things.

You storm into his dorm, eyelids tired from staying up in the library, and Remus follows you. "James Potter!" You exclaim firmly as you look around the room.

Sirius is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, while James sits on his bed. He's half laying on the headboard as he massages his palms. He's wearing an obnoxious black blazer with thick red lining, dark pants, and a white chemise with a loosened maroon tie. He looks handsome and ridiculous at the same time.

Your eyes lower to his hands and see his knuckles bruised as red as his clothes and when he sees you, he grins drunkenly. "Y/n!" He slurs as he sits up and his brown hair falls dramatically over his forehead.

"What did you do?" You ask, moving to sit next to him on the bed.

"You're so pretty." He mutters and he leans in to cup your cheeks and kisses them sloppily. Sirius chuckles as you push James away.

"You smell like beer."

"Yes, because I drank beer, love."

"What happened?" You ask Sirius this time as James falls back onto the headboard and smirks like an idiot.

Sirius just raises his arms as if he's innocent and drags Remus out of the room with him. As soon as the door closes, James attaches himself to your waist and you sigh. You forget how incredibly clingy he is when he's drunk.

You look at the small bruise on James's cheek as he rests his head near your stomach. You also forget how hot-headed he can be.

James sees you looking and says, "You should see the other guy," as if that makes it better.

"James. What happened." You repeat but find yourself running one of your hands in his hair as he turns onto his back and lays his head in your lap.

"Nothing." He mumbles stubbornly.

You roll your eyes and gently press your thumb onto his bruise and James winces. He shuts his eyes and opens one of them as he looks at your annoyed expression.

"I hate Slytherins." He says plainly.

"James."

"I hate some Slytherins." He mumbles a quick "most" under his breath but you ignore him and simply wait for a better explanation.

"You know the blond one? Weird nose. Punchable face?" He rambles, slurring his words a little, and you nod. "Well he was following me around all night, the little wanker."

"I told you not to go." You point out.

"Being such an annoying little shit. I was already ready to knock him out." He continues and you listen to him as you play with his curls, "And then he mentioned you." James's voice lowers.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." His jaw tightens.

"What did he say about me?" You ask curiously and James looks up at you. Clumsily, he reaches up to caress your cheek and his eyes soften adoringly.

"Don't you worry about that, my darling. I made him regret it." James grins and you feel a warmth spread across your chest.

"You don't have to fight people for me, Jamie." You say softly.

"Of course I do, I — "James drops his hand as his eyes jump around your face. He pauses a moment and he seems to have lost his previous thought, "Merlin, you're so gorgeous."

"Thanks, honey." You whisper and lean down to kiss his forehead, "But James, please be careful if you want to get into fights. I don't want anyone ruining that pretty face of yours." You kiss the tip of his nose.

"I'm always careful, Y/n." James sits up and he looks quite serious, "You should really see the other guy." He insists.

And he's right. The next morning, you and James walk into Transfigurations hand in hand. You had wrapped a small bandage around his knuckles and applied muggle soothing cream on the bruise near his eye.

You like pampering him the muggle way, the way your parents pampered you, and you love that he lets you.

Since James cleaned up nicely, he's grinning cockily and whispers in your ear, "Over there."

You look towards where he means and your eyes widen. A blond Slytherin is glaring at you and James, his fists shaking. He has a black eye, a swollen bruise on his cheekbone, and his lip is split open and barely healed. He obviously hasn't gone to the hospital wing.

"James!" You whisper back to your boyfriend, "How hard did you hit him?"

"Hard enough that your name will never leave his filthy mouth ever again." James says proudly as Remus and Sirius walk towards you both.

"Morning." Remus yawns.

"That piece of shit sure looks handsome this morning." Sirius remarks, slappingJames on the back. James returns the gesture as he laughs.

"Sirius!" You hiss, feeling slightly bad.

James kisses your cheek, "Relax, love. If he snitches I'll have to tell the Headmaster what he called you and I'm bloody persistent when it comes to demanding discipline for tossers like him."

You decide to relax a little.

You've known James and his friends for more than six years now and you've had to grow used to them getting into fights, or simple squabbles, with other students. Plus, you also know James is never violent for no reason. Whatever the Slytherin said must have been bad enough for him to lose his cool.

"My knight in shining armor." You tease and smile at him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"Always." He presses a quick kiss to your lips as Sirius and Remus pretend to gag and you giggle.

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this is so comforting i love

'A Lazy Day At Stark Tower' Peter Parker x Stark!reader

This is what won the most recent poll I did!

Summary: A lazy day at Stark tower with peter.

Warnings/Tags: Peter Parker x Stark!reader (Romantically), Tony stark x reader (platonic), pepper Potts x reader (platonic), fluff, super sweet,

Rating: PG-13

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Peter snuggled even closer to you. You both knew you needed to get up. The only issue is neither one of you were willing to be the first one to decide that you can't stay in bed all day.

You were a tangle of limbs. You couldn't tell where you began and Peter ended. His leg was thrown over yours, face buried in your chest. Peter Parker was the most comfortable he had ever been.

"Yn, Peter," your mom called and you both groaned. She must have decided you both couldn't sleep in half the day.

"We have to get up bub," you say and Peter shakes his head. Your mom enters the room and Peter doesn't bag an eye.

"Oh! Hi Tony," she says and Peter flies up from his spot.

"Mr. Stark! It's not what-," Peter notices something. He doesn't see tony. He sees pepper laughing and you smiling.

"That's not funny," he whines as you get up.

"Your dad wants to see you in the lab," your mom said and shut the door as she left.

You and Peter both get dressed in silence. After only ten minutes, you have both made your way down to the lab.

"Kid," your dad said and handed Peter something. It was a new suit. your dad goes to give a quick recap of what he upgraded.

After only a few minutes, you both head back down to your room. The suit fitting took very little time. Thank God, you just wanted to snuggle into peters side and watch reruns of old movies

"Should we get takeout?" You suggest and Peter nods. You smile when you find a donut shop that does UberEATS.

"What kind of donut do you want?" You ask Peter and he shrugs. You groan, he could be so indecisive.

"I am going to order half Chocolat icing and half glazed. A dozen," you say and Peter mumbles a yes. You knew if you only ordered some for you and Peter there would be an issue.

There was no way the donuts would make it past Happy without losing one. And then your dad would find out and there would be several more that were lost.

"Order placed," you said as you finished punching in your credit card number, "It will be here in fifteen minutes," you tell Peter.

"What shall we watch?" Peter asks and you smile. He groans, "I swear, if you make me watch Stranger things one more time, I will go mental," Peter warns.

You smile as you grab your tv remote. Peter groans as you go into Netflix and select the show you have made Peter watch 14 times.

"Just season three, I swear," you say with a smile and Peter knows he's a goner. Your smile and he would watch the same show every day for the rest of his life.

You smile as Peter snuggles into your side before you start the show. The familiar theme song fills your ears.

It was just a lazy day at Stark tower.

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this is so cute

can you do a request with Ashton where he helps the reader study for final exams? :)

Study Stress

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Ashton x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 603

A/N: My apologies for the short work! I'm trying to get back in the swing of things and thought fluff would be the best way to start :)

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“Damn it.” You huffed angrily, throwing down your pen and calculator. 

You had never been strong in math, yet here you were, studying for your Calculus III exam tomorrow. If you had your way, you wouldn’t even be in this class, but it was unfortunately required for your major. 

In the midst of your stress, you hadn’t even heard Ashton open the front door and walk in the house. Before you knew it, he was standing in the kitchen, running a hand through his curly hair. 

“Hey baby, whatcha up to?” he asked sweetly, wrapping his arms around you where you sat. 

“Studying for this stupid math exam.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. 

Ash bit his lip. He knew how much you hated math, but he also knew that you tended to psych yourself out. “What’s it on?”

“It’s my midterm, Ash. It’s everything we’ve covered since the start of the class,” You said dejectedly. “I’m going to fail.”

“Hey now,” Your boyfriend said, sitting down in the chair beside you. “You’re smart, my love. Let’s reframe your thoughts, yeah?” You sighed, pushing the books and pens away from you. “I can’t do it, Ash. We both know I’m not good at math.”

Ashton opened up your textbook and flipped to the page you had bookmarked with a neon pink tab. “Parametric equations?” he asked, making sure he had the right topic. 

You nodded, burying your head in your arms on the table. “Don’t waste your time, babe. I’m going to fail, no matter how hard I study.” 

Ashtron looked at you sadly, before taking the calculator, a sheet of paper, and a pen in his hand. “You know I’m not scholarly like you, but I’ll try.” he laughed, trying to cheer you up. 

The honey-blond worked his bottom lip between his teeth as he scribbled down numbers and notes. After about ten minutes, he frustratedly flung down the pen. Sighing, Ashton pushed back from the table and pulled your chair back so he could wrap you in a hug. 

“I think we’re both getting stressed and frustrated…” he said softly into your hair as you buried your face in his chest. 

“That’s putting it lightly.” 

“But what I do know is that stress isn’t going to help you on your exam tomorrow, angel. Can you look at me?” he asked, tilting your chin in his large, warm hands. 

You looked up at your boyfriend, tears gathering in your eyes. “I just. I’ll feel like a failure, Ash.” You said sadly. 

“Baby, you are not a failure. Never. Most people don’t even get to Calculus III and you’re here struggling with a few topics. You are beyond smart, Y/N.” Ashton said, looking at you earnestly. 

It broke his heart to see you doubt yourself so heavily, especially when you wanted to obtain your degree so bad. It had been your dream since you were small to study intellectual topics at an esteemed university and he would rather die than let you give up on your dream. 

You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “Thank you…I really needed that.”

“Now, what do you say we order pizza and have a night in, yeah? Take some relaxation time before tomorrow?”

You nodded eagerly, going to grab your phone and the menu for you two’s favorite takeout pizza place. You didn’t know how your exam tomorrow would go, but you did know that whatever happened, it would be okay. Ashton would always be there for you, regardless of your grades on a piece of paper. And that? That was what mattered most to you. 

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i adore him i adore him

could you write something where peter and reader are having a study date, but peter falls asleep and reader just lets him be/tucks him in?? tysm

don’t want to miss a thing.

synopsis : getting peter to sleep wasn’t going to be as difficult as you’d thought.

pairing : bf!peter parker x reader

wc : 490 +

warnings : none ! super fluffy sleepy!peter is all you need to worry about :) (normal sized text belowww + this is college!peter)

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a/n : hi nonnie !! thank you so so much for this request <3 i actually whipped this one up pretty quickly because of the rush of inspiration your request gave me hehe :) hope you enjoy it !

it was nearly midnight when you started to notice peter’s eyelids practically begging to fall, his head was inching closer and closer to the surface of your desk. which, admittedly, was somewhat adorable. he’d been like this for the past hour, though it was getting progressively worse every passing minute.

you were in your room, catching up on some studies alongside peter. the boy found every single excuse to be with you, and when you said that you didn’t have time (due to your need to study), he came up with the perfect compromise. a study date.

though, by the time he’d come back from patrolling, it was already 10 pm, and naturally, he was exhausted. but you knew peter, therefore, you knew he was going to put up a fight rather than accepting defeat and falling asleep.

“pete, you look like you’re about to pass out.” you say softly, causing him to whip his head to your direction.

“no, no, no, no. i’m wide awake!” he shoots himself up, making you let out a small laugh, causing the tenseness of his body to disappear. your laugh comforted him.

“i think you need some rest. c’mon, this can wait.” you stood up and gestured for him to go to your bed, but he shakes his head.

“‘m okay, really.” his attempt to assure you was failing, given that he was falling asleep as he said that very sentence.

“you’re so cute when you’re tired.” you smile at him, he returned it with a lazy smile and continued to attempt answering a few practice questions on his worksheet.

“you think so?” he has a smug smirk on his face. gosh. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“just tell me when you wanna call it a day, okay?” you say as you sat back down beside him and continued your work. 

“talk to me? tell me about your day, that’ll help keep me up.” he asks, keeping himself focused on his work.

“oh! okay then! well, after class, while you were out, i ended up coming over and talking to may, and she showed me a bunch of your baby photos, which, might i say, were so cute.” peter sat closer to you, and you thought nothing of it as you continued talking.

“mhm…” his responses became increasingly incoherent as you continued talking about what aunt may had told you. he was falling asleep before he began to realize it.

“so then, i asked may- oh, you’re asleep.” your voice starts with its normal volume and you quiet down as you realize.

 oh.

he’d found a comfortable spot on your shoulder as you were talking and slowly began to drift off. you observed a small, barely there smile that he had as he slept. his arms were rested around your waist and his face was buried into the crook of you neck. he was finally relaxed.

you found it increasingly difficult to move at all, in fear of him waking up, so you decided that it’d be good for you to get some rest as well.

you press a soft kiss on his cheek (and you may or may not have taken a quick photo of him for your wallpaper) before resting your head gently on his, but you felt him move ever so slightly, so you lift your head up, and so did he.

all he did was smile at you, and you did the same, right before he rubbed his eyes and rested himself onto your shoulder yet again.

work could wait, this, however, couldn’t.

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i wanna wake up w him

talking nonsense

james potter x gn!reader

681 words

description: james has early practices and you try to wake up early to see him before he goes.

(i am like half asleep while writing this so it may actually all be nonsense so excuse that if it is)

The first thing you notice when waking up is the blaring sound of your alarm clock. The second thing you notice is James’s muscular arm reaching over you to turn it off.

You roll over, taking the opportunity of James having his arm lifted over you to slide into his arms and shove your face into his chest.

“Good morning, beautiful.” James spoke into your hair, his voice thick with sleep.

“Mmmhm,” You mumble into his chest in response.

James uses one of his large hands to move your face away from his chest to look into your eyes.

“You know, the whole point of us setting an alarm 10 minutes before I actually have to be up is so we can see each other in the morning.” He says with a smile gracing his lips at the sight of your tired eyes fluttering open.

“It's still dark outside,” You groan before continuing. “That was a stupid idea, and whoever thought of it, is stupid.” You mumble out angrily.

James can’t help but grin at the look on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out in a small pout, and your eyes blinking slowly, more often than not, staying closed for longer than they were open.

“I’m pretty sure it was your idea, love.”

“Noo.” You mutter quietly while letting your eyes fall closed again and tucking your head back into James’ chest.

James just chuckles softly and presses a soft kiss to your head, letting you fall back into a light sleep.

-

Five minutes later, that to you felt like five seconds, you’re being awoken again but this time instead of an obnoxious alarm, it's your boyfriend’s soft lips peppering kissing all over your face.

“James,” You hum, a tired smile stretching across your face.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I have to get up to go now.”

Your smile quickly fades into a frown and you open your eyes slightly to look at the boy hovering above your face.

“I fell back asleep,” Your voice is laced with sadness when you continue speaking. “I wanted to see you more before you left.”

James' face is an exact opposite of your own, as he has a boyish smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, I know, but you were tired, it’s okay, we’ll have a movie night when you get home from work tonight to make up for it, okay?”

“Okay!” the smile returns to your face even brighter than before. “I love you so much Jamie, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” James chuckles while brushing some stray hairs away from your face.

You stare up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

“No seriously, James. You’re like the prettiest person ever, and you’re so smart, and nice. Oh! And funny, you’re really funny!” You ramble while looking up at him with a lovesick look on your face.

James lets out a laugh at your tired rambling before he speaks. “Godric, I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”

You gasp and start pouting while glaring at James.

“‘S not nonsense, I just love you.” You grumble, still tired and now upset because your boyfriend thinks you loving him is nonsense.

You roll over on your side and snuggle into your pillow still keeping a pout on your lips.

James moves from hovering over your body to lay next to you, face to face.

“I’m sorry, love. That's not what I meant, I love you just as much… maybe more.” He whispers while caressing your cheek.

“No you don’t,” You huff still keeping your eyes shut tight.

James can tell you’re falling back to sleep so he wants to leave you be so he tells you. “Maybe you’re right, you always are.”

You smile sleepily, still not opening your eyes at all.

James leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips before whispering. “I love you, I’ll see you when you get home.”

He pressed a final soft kiss on your temple before exiting the room to get ready for practice.

-

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I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE

thin ice

hockey!james p. x ice skater!reader

summary: you and james go to the same training rink and always see each other. you eventually start talking and flirting, but what you didn’t know, was that you’d see him at your best friend’s birthday party and get absolutely hooked.

cw: fluffly fluff, petnames, f!reader, use of y/n a few times, she/her pronouns referring to r, drinking

pls tell me about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language!!

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he sure had a nerve.

first he bumps into you in the hallway and doesn’t even apologize,

and then he asks you to get him some water? what does he think you’re doing there?

“sorry, i don’t work here.” you said, looking at him with your brows furrowed.

“oh, i just thought that you worked here because of the matching uniforms, you know?” you were about to laugh at him but then you noticed the red on his cheeks. was this man blushing?

“i’m sorry, how many times did you ask girls from the skating team for water?” you giggled, and suddenly his face is even redder.

“lets just say i gotta apologize to a lot of girls. i’m james by the way. james potter.” he dropped his gloves as he went to shake your hand. as he bent down to pick them up, you read the name on his jersey. ‘prongs’. you didn’t know what it meant, but it was kind of cute.

“prongs? what does that mean?” you ask, curious about him.

“its my hockey name”

“hockey name? like an artist name?”

“sort of, its nicer to call for prongs than to call for james.” he explained.

“really? cause i like james better.” you said, grabbing your bag from the bench you were sat on. “well, gotta go. but i’ll see you later, prongs.”

“i didn’t quite catch your name!” he shouted as you walked away.

“guess you’ll just have to find out!” you said, smirking at him from afar.

james potter sure was interesting.

as time passed, he eventually figured out your name, but he didn’t really use it. you found out he loved petnames, and you eventually started liking them too.

sure, you weren’t close, but you really liked the ‘hey ,hun, how are you?’s, until you got something better.

“hey, hun, how are you?” james asked as he filled his water bottle.

“hi, james, i’m good” you smiled

“so, i was thinking” your stomach started twisting itself into a knot. “could i maybe get your number?”

“yeah, of course.” your cheeks were getting hotter by the second.

“great, just type in” he smirked, giving you his phone. “i’ll text you later?”

“for sure.” you smiled.

once you got to practice, it was obvious something happened, specially because of the smile you couldn’t get rid of.

“what’s up, y/n?” pandora asked, as you sat down next to her.

“james. he asked me for my number.” you kept on smiling.

“you mean prongs? okay, score” marlene joked.

“please! we’re friends.” you insisted.

“like you don’t have the biggest crush on him.” pandora laughed and you shoved your face in your hands, blushing.

once james got to practice, it was obvious something had happened to him too. specially because he couldn’t stop smiling.

“spill it, prongs.” sirius said, without even looking at him for two full seconds.

“what?!” james got defensive and sirius glared at him. “i asked y/n for her number.”

“what’d she say?” peter asked, remus was clearly paying attention too.

“she just gave it to me, can you believe that?” he smiled.

“i actually can’t.” sirius joked.

“shut up!” james scoffed.

“we’re going to lily’s birthday thing, i’m sure she’ll be there too. if you wanna shoot your shot.” remus smirked at him.

“really?” james asked, a glimmer in his eyes.

james had never felt so excited about any girl before, he couldn’t actually describe it. there was just something about you.

you spent the whole week talking to james, texting, getting coffee after practice,

he took about two hours to get ready for lily’s birthday, he was so nervous when he got there he felt like he could faint. it also didn’t help sirius was laughing at him for a very long time, but when you got there? that was probably it for him.

he could’ve just fainted because of the dress you were wearing, red was definitely your color. and with that he couldnt stop picturing you in his team’s uniform.

as you said hi to your friends, mary pointed him out and you could’ve actually passed out. your stomach went into swirls and you waved at him from afar, when he smiled at you, that was probably the nail onto your coffin, because james potter was going to be the only thing on your mind for a long time.

he came over to you after about 15 minutes of overthinking all the things he said to you through text.

“hey, hun” he said, giving you a quick hug.

“hi, james, fancy seeing you here!” you joke, taking a sip from your coke and rum.

“well, what can i say? im a pretty unpredictable guy.” he joked, sitting next to you and playing with the straw on your cup.

“you want some?” you suggested because by the way he was looking at your cup, it seemed like he was craving it.

“nah, i’m driving tonight.” he said, a sad puppy look on his face.

“hey, y/n, weren’t you needing that drive home?” pandora asked, kicking your feet.

“oh, if you want to, i can take you home.” the dark haired boy suggested, smiling at you, again, and how could you say no?

“i’d actually love that, thanks” you couldn’t help but smile back.

“you can just drop me off here” you said as he stopped in front of the driveway. “thanks for the ride, jamie”

as you looked over to him, he was already looking at you. his eyes were focused on your mouth, and he knew that if he didn’t ask you now he probably wouldn’t.

“hey, i was thinking, my team’s playing next Saturday and i’d reallt like it if you’d come by and watch… if you’re free and want to, of course.” he was staring at the steering wheel. “it’s this casual thing, don’t worry, i actually think some of your friends are going and-“

“i’ll be there.” you assure him, james’ head quickly turns, hes facing you again.

now you both are just staring at each other, lingering. his hand went over to you and put back a strand of your hair, and so you heart was pounding in your chest very rapidly and you didn’t quite know what he’d do next.

“i really wanna kiss you now.” he whispered like it was the biggest secret he ever told anyone.

“okay.” you answered, quickly nodding, very nervous to say anything else.

“but i cant though, not yet, ‘cause i know you had a lot to drink.” you felt like he was mostly saying that to himself.

“good night, james, thanks again for the ride.” you felt kind of let down, but still gave him a kiss on the cheek before you opened the car door.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDNT KISS HER? WHAT THE HELL JAMES??” sirius shouted out at the locker room.

“SHE HAD A LOT TO DRINK!” he was trying so hard to defend himself, peter shook his head in disbelief.

“shes out there, i think. i’ll kiss her as soon as we finish this, i swear.” james promised, putting on his gloves.

“its not us you gotta swear to, mate.” remus said, and james knew that.

“wait so he didnt kiss you because you had some drinks?” lily asked, confused. “THAT WAS A FOUL, COME ON REF!” she shouted out before you answered.

“i actually think its kind of sweet.” pandora commented.

“i feel the same, but i really wanted a kiss, and i didn’t even drink that much! did i?” you ask, nervously.

“i dont think so.” lily was up and clapping now, she was the most excited about the game of all people there, mary was just giggling at her girlfriend enthusiasm.

you waved at james during the intermission, he blushed and waved back and you were incredibly happy. you were cheering when he scores, and eventually started shouting the same things as lily (because you knew nothing about the rules).

when they won the game, you cheered like a proud mother, it felt good to be there for him. as he stepped out of the rink, he was calling you over, as you ran to him, he was taking his helmet off and turned around to get the mouthguard and you thought that was the cutest thing.

“hi” you smiled at him.

“hi” he answered, pulling you in and immediately kissing you, his lips were soft and he smelled like strawberry two in one shampoo.

“is this okay?” he asked once he pulled back, you couldn’t bare to answer, so you nodded, and just pulled him in again.

“hm, could you maybe get me some water?” he joked, pulling back again

“you’re an idiot, james potter.”

later that same evening, as you watched him dip french fries in a milkshake, you realized that you were walking on thin ice, specially because you might be falling in love.

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I LOVE I LOVE

just to kiss

frat!james potter x reader

summary: a standard friday night turns into an unforgettable one 'cause of james and a silly question. (3.3k - frat!james, idiots in love, friends to lovers)

warnings: small mention of alcohol.

a/n: please ignore the slight similarities to tmitm

The frat James is in is unsurprisingly throwing another party, and Lily unsurprisingly is trying to convince you to join her. 

“Studying for midterms can wait, babe. We both deserve to live a little,” she says, already prying your textbook out of your lap and putting the cap on your pen. Huffing, you try to grab your materials back from her. She hands you a short, maroon dress she wants you to wear instead and holds the book a little further away from you, just out of your reach. 

It’s not that you don’t like parties, they can be fun at times, especially the ones thrown by James’ frat. But, tonight you simply want to focus on passing one of the hardest classes you have taken in your college career. 

Lily, bless her soul, doesn’t seem to understand that, has too much faith in you, and thinks you’ll pass whether you actually learn the content of the class or not. 

Unconvinced, you roll over in bed, facing the wall to ignore the intense puppy eyes she’s giving you. That is, until she teasingly whispers “James said he’s excited to see you there…”

And then your heart seems to skip a beat or two, and the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering their wings. Through flushed cheeks and chills shooting down your spine, you begrudgingly grab the dress from Lily and change into it, muttering about how unfair this is as you go. 

How unfair that Lily is using your crush to get you to be irresponsible with her and go out. How unfair that she could have made up what James said. How unfair that you would have no way of knowing unless you asked him, which is too embarrassing for you to even think about. But also how unfair it is that a boy makes you react like this. You’ve become good friends with him through Lily, at first ignoring his charm but later succumbing to it. And now you definitely like him in a way that makes you want to take him home to your parents and buy him flowers. 

He may have possibly said something about you, and you’re already rushing to ditch everything you were doing to go see him. Because of him, you wore the shortest dress you have and did your makeup in a way he complimented once. It’s ridiculous and humiliating, but also really exciting. And because of those stupid little words he allegedly said, you’re already looking for him when you enter the frat house, not even bothering to get a drink first. 

After searching through the dark sea of people for a few minutes, you decide to give up looking for him. If he wanted to see you so badly, then he would look for you. Besides, the smoke from joints and cigarettes in the middle of the room started burning your eyes until they became watery. Instead, you meet up with Lily and dance with her to forget about how much better you’d be feeling if you stayed home. 

You finally see him while you're midway through dancing to a trashy pop song with Lily. He’s coming down the stairs in a black shirt and plaid pajama pants, underdressed for a party, but somehow he makes it work. While you're busy ogling at his tight muscles and charming smile, his pale blue eyes find yours. Nearly dropping the soda can in your holding, you look away with red-hot cheeks and continue dancing as if it never happened. 

But you couldn’t avoid him for long, because he finds you and Lily before the song is even over. 

“Hi ladies,” he says over the music. His voice is stupid sultry, mouth-watering and lovely in melody.

“James, where were you?” Lily shouts, her blush pink smile matching the one on James face. 

“I was studying ‘cause McGonagall’s class is kicking my ass and Sirius and Remus aren’t coming tonight. Came down for a drink, but if I’d known you guys were for sure coming I would’ve come down earlier. You two look great by the way.” It’s hard to focus on his words when the crowd of dancing bodies has pushed you closer to him, standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

“Aw, thanks! I forgot to text you that I managed to convince her. She almost stayed home to study, that class is kicking her ass too.” When the attention is brought on you, you realize you haven’t said a word to the boy standing before you.

“Oh, um- yeah. I’ve been studying for her midterm for weeks now. Can’t count the amount of times I’ve fallen asleep with the book in my hands.” Maybe ‘cause he knows the struggle of studying for a difficult class or ‘cause he likes the way you trip over your words or ‘cause what you said was actually funny, but he laughs with his head thrown back and a hand on his chest. You push down the smile threatening its way to your lips ‘cause you were the one to make him laugh so prettily. 

Too busy staring at him, you don’t realize Lily’s excuse of finding a drink and meeting up with the two of you later. The music seems to have gotten louder with the new song. The speakers blast out the catchy melody strong enough for you to feel the beat pulsing through the walls. So when you miss what James says, you have something to blame it on other than being too distracted with how nice his eyes look under neon lights. 

“What?” Your voice is drowned out by the noise, but he’s quick to read your lips. 

“Do you understand unit three now?” he shouts. You nod your head to save your throat from the scratchy feeling caused by competing with multiple speakers and Freddie Mercury’s voice.

“It’s so loud, can we go somewhere quieter?” You nod and he takes your hand to lead you through the crowd and up the stairs into the comfort of his room. You’ve only been here for a total of ten minutes since you first met James, so you take the opportunity to look around while he shuts his book and makes his bed. Your eyes trail from rugby trophies on his dresser to photos of his friends and parents on his wall to a packet of cigarettes with “remus” written in capital letters across the front to an empty energy drink. The can reminds you of the reason why James went down to the party in the first place. 

“You never got a drink, do you want my Coke?” You hand him the half-full soda when he nods and watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. God, you have to get a grip. 

“I’m having trouble with unit four,” he lies down in bed, staring at the ceiling in despair. His lips come up to blow a curl that’s resting on his eyes. “I’ve been rereading that stupid chapter for days now, and I still don’t get it.”

Eagerly, you sit facing him ‘cause you worked so hard and finally get it. “Oh, I understand it! I could teach it to you if you’d like!” His face lights up, eyes glimmering as if you’ve just told him the best news he’d heard all year. 

“That would be lovely, will you come ‘round tomorrow? I don’t think I could look at another page of that book.” You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. But you still do ‘cause who could ever look away at such a charming face. 

“Yeah, I’ll come by at noon if that works for you! That girl Lily said you dated before we met… Amber, I think?” You glance at him to confirm before you continue. “Well, she taught it to me ‘cause she took the class last semester. Didn’t know she was this smart at this stuff, like a mini McGonagall” 

James scoffs, “She has her attitude too, I’ve never gone out with someone so stiff and uptight in my life. They’ve got the same stick up their ass” You laugh, head back and loud, ‘cause he’s completely right. Though you’re sure you’d laugh at anything he says at this point. 

“You know, she was an ass the few times we went out. For some reason, she’d get upset when I’d kiss her often. Do girls like that by the way?” His head tilts to the side in pure curiosity, anticipating your response intently. 

“Like what?” Your brows furrow, not really willing to give him advice on a subject you don’t know much about. 

“When guys kiss girls a lot? I’ve been told I’m a little clingy and all, but it’s just my way of showing affection. Amber would always get upset about it. I just want to know if other girls feel the same.” His rambling is adorable, but not enough to distract you from the shyness and embarrassment slithering around like a snake. 

“Um- I’ve never really been kissed before.”

A silence falls upon the room, so quiet it makes your ears feel static, an emptiness so large you can hear it. What once was loud music and James’ pretty voice is now a quiet so painful it nearly hurts. 

“Really?” He asks a few long moments later without judgements or malice, simply a quiet astonishment. He moves to sit face to face with you, but you look down so as to not make eye contact. 

Embarrassed, you fidget with the rings on your fingers. “I shared a peck with some boy when I was 12, if that counts. I think I've kissed a few people at parties, but I can’t really remember ‘cause I was drunk. So I wouldn’t really say I’ve kissed someone, at least not properly.” That awful silence from before fills up the gap between your words and his. Though it’s only seconds before he speaks, your mind takes it as hours and hours of silence. Your inner voice spirals and overthinks about what he could possibly be thinking right now. Because what if he thinks of you differently or thinks it’s lame or you’re lame-

“Well, would you want to kiss someone? Like for real?” His voice is faint and dripping with sweetness, and your heartbeat feels louder than the music playing in the living room. 

“Yeah,” you mutter. Then you’re really taking in just how close he is, as close as he was before on the dance floor when people were pushing and shoving you into him. But no one is here to force the two of you together. He’s willingly sitting so close to you. You can smell the citrus body wash on his smooth, tanned skin mixed with hints of his sandalwood shampoo and cologne. It’s ridiculous really, ‘cause you’re stupid close but you can’t touch him. 

His lips twitch like he was going to say something and then stopped himself before the words could leave his mouth. He looks away in thought while you search for a hint of emotion on his unreadable, but awfully handsome face. 

“Did you have anything to drink at the party?”

You answer with confusion clear on your face, “Other than soda, no. I don’t want to get hungover ‘cause I really do have to study tomorrow.”

“Okay,” and then he’s back to being silent. But before you could ask him what he’s thinking about, what is plaguing his mind so much that his eyebrows scrunch and a small pout comes on his lips, he speaks again. 

“How about we kiss?” 

The indescribable silence is back, but you barely seem to notice it. Your heart is racing too fast to even consider it, ‘cause your crush just asked you to kiss him. You think he might be joking, but the nervous look on his face tells you otherwise. Head too loud to think about your response, you question what the hell is going on ‘cause the fittest boy you’ve ever met is asking to kiss you. You pinch your squirming fingers to make sure this is real life. And yes, you’re definitely not dreaming.

Taking your silence for confusion, he begins to ramble. “We can kiss just to kiss, so you could see how it really is. And then you can tell me if it would annoy you if someone kissed you often like it annoyed Amber. I could give you a real kiss, one you’d be proud of, you know? And then you can brag to your friends about the hottest boy in the frat kissing you-”

“Oh my god, you’re a dick!” He laughs at your playful jab, eyes squinted, pearly whites on display, vibrating shoulders leaning closer to you. It takes a second for both of you to calm down, taking deep breaths to keep laughing any awkwardness away. 

When it’s quiet again, he continues. “C’mon, what do you say?”

You’re fully aware of how stupid this is, kissing a boy you’re head over heels for for no real reason other than just to kiss him. But either way, you’re saying yes before you could convince yourself out of it. 

He brings up a hand to cup your cheek, rough skin caressing your soft face. His other hand lies in the crook between your shoulder and neck, while your hands hold his forearm for support. You feel as if you might wake up from this hyper-realistic dream if you don’t cling on to him. You hope he feels the same. 

He shifts to get closer until you can smell the sweetness of the Coca-Cola he had been drinking on his breath and spot the tiny freckles on his blue irises. You can’t take the way he’s looking at you, pupils blown out wide, trailing from your eyes to your lips. When you do the same, you find his lips parted, puffing out heavy breaths. 

And pushing yourself up to kiss him. 

It’s tentative and experimental. It’s a short flutter of your lips that match the ones of the butterflies in your stomach. It’s enough to make you dizzy. Before you could recover, his warmth envelopes you and he kisses you properly this time. 

And god, does it feel good to kiss him like this, lips parted onto each other’s, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. He feels pillowy soft against you while his breath tickles the skin beneath your nose. You feel yourself melting into him as if you could pour out all your emotions onto his mouth. As if you could tell him that you like him more than friends and want to spend forever kissing his lips without using your words. 

His lips part slightly, letting you slip inside and get closer than before. If it weren’t for how close you were, you would miss the whimper he breathes out. You swear you might pass out right then and there, fingers tightening their hold on his forearms ‘cause you feel as if you might float away. But pull back to breathe and take a break from the whirlwind of emotions.

“So?” The sound of both of your heavy breathing is interrupted by him. His hands back down between your bodies, and you’re missing the contact.

“So?” You ask back, confused about his question and his ability to look so composed after sharing a kiss like that.

“Would you mind if someone did that to you often?” You’re laughing ‘cause how is he able to think about that when you just had one of the best kisses of your life, despite not having much experience. The look on his face tells you that he isn’t going to let go until you answer.

Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline or maybe you’ve finally grown a pair, but you shock yourself at what you say.

“No, not at all. Especially if it’s you who’s kissing me.”

It’s like your body couldn’t process the words leaving your mouth until they did. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating and hot. The shock on his face matches yours, and you think you may have fucked up with the look he’s giving you. Before he could respond, you’re apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from-” And then his lips are pressing to yours.

The butterflies are back, stronger than ever, because he’s running a hand through your hair. If this is his response to your confession, then his response can’t be bad, right? And it’s not, ‘cause after he reluctantly pulls away,  he’s speaking before you can. 

“You’re the only one I want to kiss, have been since I met you.”

It feels like you’re floating right off the bed and into a cloud of bliss. It’s unreal ‘cause you never thought this would happen past your late night imagination. His hands anchor your face, thumbs smoothing over the expanse of your cheeks. 

“God, me too. I really like you, y’know?” He chuckles before pecking you once, leaving you to chase his lips. But before you could really kiss him, his hands drop between you, and he starts talking. 

“I know we’re doing this a bit backwards, but will you let me take you out? We could go to that crepe place you like or have a picnic by the park?” The pretty hue of pink lightly dusting his cheeks makes him look almost angelic. And how could you say no to that, especially when his dimples are slipping out from his handsome smile just for you. 

“Of course, I’ll go out with you. Either of those sound perfect, Jamie.” His blush darkens in to a lovely red color at the nickname, and you can’t help but smile, thinking about the fact that you’re doing this to him. 

“You know I’m not just asking you out ‘cause I desperately need help with unit four, right?” you giggle with a warmth on your face and hold his hand where it now rests on his thigh. 

Before you could lean over and kiss him some more, your phone vibrates loudly, interrupting your moment. Pulling it out of your pocket, you realize it’s Lily who’s calling and is probably looking for you. 

“Do you mind if I answer?” You ask politely. 

“No, go ahead,” he says with the smile that hasn’t left his lips since he first saw you. You answer the phone and put it in speaker so James could hear. 

“Hi, where’d you go?” Her words slur together a bit, out of breath and jumbled, but it could just be the dancing rather than alcohol. 

“In James’ room, we’re planning out a date.” Immediately, you’re met by a squeal, and you’re sure she’s running up the stairs by the clack of her heels. Sure enough, she hangs up and bursts into the room. You watch her as her eyes trail from your faces to your hands. 

“Oh my god, you two! Fuckin’ finally! You don’t know how frustrating it was to hear about both of you crushing on each other and not being to do anything about it!” 

You’re all laughing together, ‘cause both of you had talked Lily’s ear off about each other. She never complained but you surely understand how annoying that could get, especially when she could set you up in a split second. 

“Okay, I’ll let you get to it, whatever it is,” she winks suggestively, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.” She giggles to herself while shutting the door. Maybe ‘cause Lily’s reaction was funny or ‘cause you both realized how much time you’ve spent pining over each other, you’re both bursting out in laughter and squeezing each other’s hand.

When you’ve settled down, James turns to you. “Study date tomorrow, and first official date on Saturday?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You kiss him ‘cause you’re allowed to do that now. 

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