#also her lil curls in this movie are stunning

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@stardreamer28 are we or are we not living for Meghan in this gorgeous shade of green lol, red is ofc Her Color but I love the green too!!!

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iii. Cola, Lolita Series

My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola. My eyes are wide like cherry pies. I gots a taste for men who are older. It's always been so it's no surprise

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, drinking, age gap (22 vs early 40s), oral (male receiving)

Words: 2419

Summary: Y/N calls Andy from the club and gives him a new lease on life.

Andy Barber is enjoying the most mundane adult evening of his life. It’s a Saturday night, the boys had all decided to go on a camping trip, guys only of course. Y/N was nowhere to be found when he got home from the gym, and he honestly enjoyed the thought of having a quiet night to himself.

He had taken a shower and afterwards had cooked himself a meal for one: steak, baked potato, and a salad. He washed it all down with a glass of wine, one of the aged bottles he had kept when Laurie was moving her stuff out. Andy had sat down on the couch, comfortably sprawled out watching some new action film that Jacob had recommended.

Not a thought ran through his mind as he sat and watched the first half of the movie, and honestly it was nice. He was tempted to turn off the movie and call it an early night, his plans interrupted immediately when he felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his sweats.

He pulled the phone out and stared at the screen, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at the name displayed. “Hello?” He answered on the third ring, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hi boss-man Andyyyyy.” Y/N sing-songed on the other line, Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Humble’ blaring loudly through the speakers behind her.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Andy questioned; concern laced in his voice.

“M’not.” She giggled, holding her phone out to yell at some dude that was trying to ask her to dance. “I went to the club downtown with a friend tonight and she left. What a bitch, right? Anyhow, can you pick me up pleaassseeee Andy. An Uber would be like sooooo expensive.” She moved the phone from her ear to shout out some of the lyrics to the song before coming back to the screen.

“Uh, yeah. Send me the address and I’ll come get you. Are you drunk, y/n?” He stands up, walking to his bedroom and shimmying out of his sweats to put on a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Not drunk, just a bit tipsy, ya know? I’ll be waiting for you on the dance floor!” She screams, and before Andy can protest, she’s hung up the phone, a loud sigh leaving his lips. So much for his mundane adult night at home.

It didn’t take Andy more than fifteen minutes with Google Maps on to get to the club, having a valet at the door park his Audi for him before waiting at the door for the bouncer to let him in. The minute Andy walked inside he was met by flashing lights and a DJ spinning a popular Dua Lipa song. He pushed his way past the crowd of people, eyes scanning for any sign of y/n.

She had mentioned she would be on the dance floor, and the closer he got the harder he looked for her. Finally, after a few moments and mistakenly touching the shoulder of someone with the same hair color and length as her, it was as if the sea of people had parted as his blue hues locked on her. She was obviously gorgeous, every outfit looking stunning on her, but this was something else. It was like the breath was knocked out of his lungs, the two-piece black bodycon skirt and cropped spaghetti-strapped top revealing every curve of her body. Where the seams would normally be sewn on each side of the thin fabric there lay open strips of rhinestones. The rhinestone strips left the sides of her top open to reveal a healthy amount of sideboob, the skirt revealing the curve of her ass, no panties or bra underneath.

Andy couldn’t help but watch her sway to the music. She looked so carefree, minus the occasional guy that she shooed off with a flick of her wrist. After the second guy had approached and left defeated, Andy walked up, tapping her on the shoulder. As soon as she saw him a huge smile spread across her luscious lips.

“Andyyyy.” Her eyes traveled up and down his body, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. She was devouring him with her eyes. 

“Hey, y/n, let’s go.” Andy nodded towards the door and y/n let out a huff, grabbing his wrist and tugging him towards her.

“C’mon, dance with me.” She purred, trying to tug him further into the crowd with her.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, y/n, besides you’ve had one too many drinks.” He contested, y/n’s eyes rolling back into her head.

“M’not messed up, I’m fully aware of my actions. I even drank some water before you came. Now.” Her tone is filled with lust, motioning him towards her with her finger. “Are you gonna dance with me or what?”

Andy’s head is screaming logically to not do this, she’s Jacob’s friend from school and he was also older than her, and her boss. But before he can protest his feet have a mind of their own and follow her deeper into the crowd on the floor.

He’s not sure what to do, standing there awkwardly as he watches her body shimmying in front of him. The song quickly changes, the new hit by Lil Nas X ‘Montero (Call Me By Your Name)’ blaring out of the speakers.

“C’mere.” The chorus of the song comes and y/n grabs Andy’s hand, tugging him closer to her until she turns so her back is flush against his chest. She moves the hand she’s holding to her waist, tugging the other down to the opposite side before grinding her body back against him.

Holy shit. This is really happening. Andy’s heart is pounding in his chest, rocking his hips forward into her, his hands gripping firmly against her waist now. He can hear her screaming out the lyrics to the song as they dance, tugging at the nape of his neck, craning her own so that she can meet his gaze finally.

Their eyes stay locked as the song ends and another starts, and Andy can feel his painfully hard cock in his jeans. Her eyes move to glance down at his lips and then back up again to his face.

“Come with me.” She whispers, grabbing his hand again and tugging him out of the crowd of people towards the back of the club. Andy is blindly following her, his cock still pressing against the front of his jeans. God, this was so embarrassing.

She snakes her way around the throngs of people until they reach the back wall, the bathroom sign hanging above their heads. The line for the women’s restroom is long, the men’s restroom door a few feet down a separate hallway with not a single soul in sight.

Glancing back at Andy she tugs him towards the door of the men’s restroom, looking inside and under the stalls to ensure that it was completely empty. She pushes open the door fully, motioning him to come in with her.

The heavy door closes behind them, y/n immediately pushing Andy until his back gently hits the wall beside the door.

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me. It’s hard not to notice.” Andy’s expression is a mix of both shock and excitement, his eyes trailing down to meet hers.

“We can’t…” Andy trails off, y/n shushing him with one of her fingers.

“We’re both adults here, and I can make my own decisions. And this is my decision.” Before Andy can protest again, y/n stands up on her tippy toes in her high heels, crashing her lips against his fervently.

He’s confused at first but quickly gives into the kiss, her lips tasting like rum and Pepsi-Cola. His lips melt into hers, moaning into her mouth as she parts her lips, his tongue exploring further. Her hands are roaming first through his hair, tugging lightly as they continue their kiss before roaming them down the taut muscles of his arms.

Finally, she presses her body against his, feeling how hard he is through the denim. She breaks the kiss, eyes wide like cherry pies and lips swollen from their actions.

“Get in the stall.” She commands, nodding her head in its direction. Andy’s breathing is ragged from their kiss, but he does as he’s told, walking into the stall as y/n follows behind and locks it after she enters. 

“Have you been thinking about me at night?” She asks, moving to stand in front of him and slowly undoing the buttons on his jeans.

“Wait, what?” He questioned, his cock twitching as the tension of his jeans were removed, y/n pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing free against his chest.

“I said.” She gripped his cock in her hand, looking up at him. He was definitely way bigger than anyone she had ever been with, which made sense considering Andy was all man, nothing about him being boyish.

“Have you been thinking about me?” She asked again, his breath hitching as she started to pump his cock in her hand, barely being able to grip it.

“Y-yes.” Andy stammered, a groan escaping his lips as she continues to pump him.

“Tell me you want this Andy, and I’ll get down on my knees right now and give you release.” She met his gaze, a choked-out moan escaping his lips.

“Please.” Those were the only words she needed to hear before she dropped down to her knees, the cold tile soothing the heat coming off her body.

“Wanna taste you.” She preened, taking Andy’s cock into her hand and lapping gingerly at the tip. He could’ve come just from the sight of her before him, but he wouldn’t, he wanted to savor this moment.

Y/N held up his cock, licking a stripe from the base to the tip before suckling on the head, eliciting a groan from deep in Andy’s throat. She tasted the precum leaking from his tip, her thighs clenching together. This wasn’t about her pleasure; this was about Andy’s. And she wanted to show him just how seductive she could be.

Her lips curl around his girth, bobbing her head back and forth along his length. He’s not just thick but long, and she struggles to take him down, eyes watering as she brings her face closer and closer to his pelvic bone.

Her eyes look up to meet Andy’s as she pulls off him with a wet pop. “Is this what you wanted? To see my mouth stuffed full of your cock?” She pursed her lips, her core dripping underneath her skirt. 

“Yes, god you look so pretty down there. My little Lolita.” He praised, keeping his gaze on her. Her lips curl into a seductive smirk, batting her lashes at him.

“Want you to use me, I know you’ve thought about it. Want you to cum down my throat.” Her words urge him on, his hand grabbing a tight fistful of her hair and guiding her back down onto his cock. 

Andy’s not going to last much longer, bucking into her mouth and listening to the sloppy sounds of her gagging on his cock. It’s a beautiful song on her lips and he watches as some of the saliva from her lips runs down her chin and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, y/n, m’gonna cum.” As soon as the words leave his lips he’s steadying at the back of her throat, holding her on his cock as he cums deep down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow. Y/N takes it in stride, swallowing all the sticky substance and milking his cock before letting go of him. She stands back up, taking her thumb and wiping against the corner of her lips, rubbing it across her bottom lip before straightening her outfit.

“It’s late, we should head back.” Y/N turns to unlock the door of the stall while Andy pulls his clothes back on, her eyes meeting a man who she hadn’t heard come into the restroom, standing at the urinal with his jaw agape. 

After leaving the bathroom Andy and Y/N burst out laughing about the man in the restroom, walking towards the front door of the club and out to the valet where they waited for his car. As soon as the man at the valet brings his car back, y/n slinks into the passenger seat, tousling her hair with her fingers.

“That was…” Andy trailed off, roaring the car to life and starting down the road towards home. Y/N leaned her head back, looking over at Andy. “That was a one-time thing.” She stated, looking back out the window.

“Are you sure about that?” He quizzed, stopping at the red light on the street and looking back at her. 

“Guess it depends on if you’re worth it or not. You’ll have to wait and see.”

Andy didn’t know why, but he wanted more. He wanted much more with her. She made him feel alive, feel young again. She made him feel wanted, something he hadn’t felt with his ex-wife in such a long time before their divorce. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, noticing her shivering in what little fabric that covered her skin. Bringing his hand into the backseat, he reaches out and pulls out one of his buttons up work shirts, handing it over to her.

“You’re cold, put this on.” She silently thanks him, pulling the shirt on and buttoning it halfway, the shirt smelling strongly of his cologne. They sat silently for the rest of the ride home, y/n looking out the window as they drove. 

After about five minutes of silence they arrived back at the house, walking through the door in the garage and into the house. She knows things are complicated now, but she doesn’t care. She’s lived her life free as a bird, boys wanting her but never acquiring her. What would be the difference now? 

“Thanks for coming to get me.” Her voice is soft and honest, turning to look up at him. They’re inches from each other again, Andy closing the distance this time to kiss her lips, y/n pulling back with a smile.

“Goodnight Andy.” She heads towards the stairs, turning back to look over her shoulder one last time at him. “Oh, and feel free to jerk off to thoughts of me any time.”

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Valentine’s Day HeadCanons!

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!! I made a headcanon list of how I think some of my favorite characters would treat you on Valentine’s Day, hope you enjoy❤️

Also I think most of this is gender neutral, I think the Thrawn one may be more dictated to a Fem! Reader but it’s whatever you make of it!!

Requests are still open <3

Warnings: lil nsfw

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Anakin

Anakin is going to just give you all his love all day. He’s going to set everything aside to spend time with you, no matter how busy he is or where he is, his only priority is going to be you.

He’ll probably show up with a gift of some kind, not you’re typical roses or chocolates though, he’ll probably give you something he made by hand or something he saw in a shop that reminded him of you.

He’ll offer you over and over again to make dinner for the two of you, but in my mind, I feel like Anakin would probably not be that good at cooking so you’ll want to make dinner.

After dinner, the two of you would sit outside, wherever you may be, and watch the sun set while sipping on spotchka and talking about your favorite memories with one another.

LOTS of kisses. I mean it might even get to the point of too much, but Anakin just wants you to feel loved, especially this day of the year.

Anakin is 100% the guy that’s gonna offer to “just give you a massage”, and then it ✨conveniently✨ turns to sex. But the sex is amazing obviously.

After all of the love making, the two of you will cuddle the night away. Anakin always wants to be the big spoon, he wants to feel you curled up against him, and in his mind, it’s a way of him knowing your protected. If Anakin isn’t the big spoon on some off chance, he always has you pulled close to him, with you cuddled up next to him, arm draped tiredly over his chest.

Obi-wan

We all know that Obi-wan is going to be the sweetest man to ever exist on Valentine’s Day. In fact, it wasn’t until this day of the year that you believed he could get any sweeter, since he’s always so nice and chivalrous all the time to you.

Obi-wan is definitely walking through the door with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. The bouquet has all the workings in it, you’re favorite flowers and his, ribbons, jewels, maybe even some candy snuck in there.

He’s also a great cook some how. He makes the most delicious meals whenever he is able to cook. And for Valentine’s Day he’s going to make your favorite. He’s going to make breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and dessert. Obi-wan is a man of quality, so only the finest for his love.

After dinner, he’ll take you outside, along with a bottle of fine champagne and the two of you will star gaze all night. It’s one of your favorite things to do.

The two of you will gaze at the stars and talk about anything that comes to mind for hours.

He’ll have you wrapped up in his arms, your head against his chest, holding you close, telling you how much he loves you and how he’s lucky to have you. He’ll tell you that he’s convinced you’re some kind of angel sent from the heavans.

Obi-wan isn’t the type to press for sex, but if you want it, he’ll give it to you in the most intimate and passionate way you can think of. Obi-wan may come off as a sweet and timid man at first, but in bed it’s a different story, and on the one day of the year dedicated to your relationship he’s going to completely let loose, a side of him you’ve never seen ;)

Ahsoka

Ahsoka is one of the most fun and most kind characters in Star Wars. Valentine’s Day is going to have a special meaning to her for you and everyone she cares about.

She’s going to take you on some crazy wild adventure to some planet she’s over heard you wanting to travel to.

Intially, she’ll have some plan for the two of you, but it will fall apart in a good way and the two of you will stray from your set path to do something spontaneous, creating more memories with one another.

Ahsoka likes to go out to eat, she doesn’t much care for cooking. She’ll take the two of you to you’re favorite restaurant and indulge.

Lots of hand holding with her, she’s always guiding you to your next destination on this day, and doesn’t want you anywhere away from her.

She’s going to do everything in her power to make you consistently smile throughout the day, she’s in love with your smile.

Her gift to you would be taking the two of you somewhere like a concert, a movie, or sight seeing on a new planet.

Plenty of cheek kisses and quick pecks to go around, she wants to be as affectionate as she can!!

Luke

For the sake of the headcanon, we’re going to talk about ROTJ Luke here.

Luke loves Valentine’s Day, because it means he gets to spend an entire, uninterrupted day with the love of his life. No Jedi business, no fights, nothing. Just you, and that’s the way he likes it.

Luke will bring you something special, and expensive, like jewelry. It’ll most likely be a necklace made of some kind of precious metal and small glimmering stones, nothing too flashy.

He’ll have 3P0 or someone else prepare dinner for the two of you for the sole fact that he wants to spend all his time with you, he doesn’t even want to be away from you to make dinner. And get ready for a lovely dinner outside on Endor.

The forest will be strung up with small, glimmering lights, with a low standing table and comfortable cushions to sit on. After the two of you are done eating, he’ll walk you through the forest to one of the waterfalls. And as the moon light and the stars reflect off the water, he’ll present the necklace to you. He’ll put it on for you, and when you turn to face him he can’t help but smile and kiss you.

After your little moment, the two of you will head back to your encampment and spend the rest of the night cuddling and drinking and laughing. The night will end with your head resting on his chest with him holding you close, fast asleep.

Han

Han usually was never one for the gushy stuff, which is why he would fail spectacularly at Valentine’s Day, but in the goofy, cute way.

He would definitely forget at first, and then when you present him with a gift or are being extra affectionate, thats when he realizes. he’ll of course talk his way out of your suspicions of him forgetting.

“Relaaaax, I’ve got a nice dinner waiting for us later don’t worry” *proceeds to find chewy to have him have a nice dinner waiting for the two of you later*

And then the gift, he realizes he doesn’t have anything. Han definitely consults with every woman he knows on what you’re supposed to get a woman on Valentine’s Day. And when he gets multiple answers, he thinks that there’s only one right answer, and that he has to figure it out somehow.

Shockingly, he’ll remember you talking about something that you love and conveniently the only place to get that something is guarded by imperials. But for you, Han would steal and smuggle anything.

He returns back to home base for you to see the falcon landing in a mass of smoke and damaged. Resulting with you quirking a brow in suspicion and question when he comes strutting down the ramp with whatever important thing he just stole for you.

Later the two of you will be sipping on spotchka waiting for your dinner, of course you’ll ask him over and over again where he got your gift but he tells you not to worry about it.

Dinner is surprisingly decent for being made by a Wookiee. Han cleaned up the falcon nice for the two of you to eat in as well.

After dinner Han is going to apologize for the horrible Valentine’s Day but you don’t care, you love him exactly the way he is, and you wouldn’t change anything about him.

Of course there will be make up sex ;) this is the most common way for Han to apologize, but you’re not complaining.

Boba Fett

With boba, you sit there and wonder if he even knows it’s Valentine’s Day. Just because it’s a holiday meant for couples, doesn’t mean he’s going to stop bounty hunting for the day, he takes his work seriously.

You don’t bring it up to him because you don’t want to add more to his already full plate

But he knows what today is, he just wants you to think that he doesn’t know. He just wants to work first, he’ll celebrate with you later.

When he’s away looking for his bounty, you’ll find a gift box on your bed saying it’s from him, opening it to find a luxurious, burning red set of lingerie. This of course puts a smile on your face, relieved that he didn’t forget about today.

After freezing his bounty in carbonite, he comes to your shared room on the slave 1 to find you lounging on the bed in your newly purchased lingerie, waiting for him.

Normally boba is the dominating one in the bedroom, but since it’s Valentine’s Day he’ll let you take the reigns and do whatever you please to him, all though your actions may have consequences in the future ;)

Din Djarin

Much like boba, you sit there and wonder if he even knows it’s Valentine’s Day, except with Din, he doesn’t. He’s completely clueless, but that’s okay.

He’ll act completely normal to you all day, doing daily routines, hunting bounties, or taking care of the child, doesn’t mean he loves you any less. You actually find it adorable that he’s clueless about today.

He doesn’t find out until later in the night when you present him with a small bracelet, forged from pure beskar. The bracelet has words in Mando’a engraved onto it. It reads “My protector, My light, My love, always”.

He’s so stunned by the gift he even takes off his helmet. Asking a bunch of questions like where you even got a pure beskar bracelet, or why you even got it in the first place, only for you to cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. And when you pull away, the phrase “Happy Valentine’s Day” slips gracefully from your mouth.

And that’s when he realizes he completely forgot. He would try apologizing a thousand times over but he would only get cut off again but the smooth feeling of your lips against his. He’ll promise you that he won’t ever forget again.

Grand Admiral Thrawn

Surprisingly, Thrawn is going to set aside his duties on the Chimera and spend the day and night with you. Being a grand admiral meant that he could go wherever he pleased whenever he wanted with no qiestions asked.

He’s going to take you to some huge Valentine’s soirée with Coruscants most elite political and military personal. He’ll buy you a whole new dress and jewelry for the occasion as well, this man has excellent taste.

He wants everyone to see you, he wants to show you off, he’s proud to have a gorgeous woman like you by his side.

After an evening filled with drinks and slow dancing, he’ll take you to the balcony of the venue. There you can see the Coruscant night skyline, filled with the gentle glow of all the buildings and the snow falling gracefully from the sky.

And here, Thrawn would definitely propose to you. The setting is perfect, you’re looking your best and he just can’t resist. He needs to make you his permanently, and what better day to do so then Valentine’s Day? The day committed to ones significant other and the love they share.

Thrawn is also definitely the type to ditch the party early to take you back to his place to have drinks and the best valentines sex of your life heheh

Kylo Ren

Kylo has a very strong and thick wall around his emotions, he doesn’t like showing them unless he’s alone with you. So for majority of the day, he’s going to act like Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist, he might even act like you don’t exist.

You can’t take it personally though, you know what he’s been through, besides, he’ll open up later when the two of you are alone.

And that’s exactly what he does. When the time comes for him to retire, he’ll find you waiting in his chambers for him. And you just stare at him, waiting. A more gentle side of him will come out and he’ll act like he’s totally not hiding a small gift box behind his back.

“What? Waiting for something are we?” He’ll ask, with a brow quirked.

You’ll flash him a small and bat your eyelashes at him. He’ll roll his eyes and with the smallest smile he’ll toss your gift to you. And yes, you can tell he wrapped it himself.

You’ll open the box to find a ring. Not a proposal ring, more of a promise ring, just a nice gift really. A small ring made of doonium, simple and elegant. And as you put it on, he can’t help his smile from growing a little bigger.

Plenty of hugs and kisses of thanks from you.

Kylo only wants one thing in return, which is you. You’re going to be taken for the ride of your life in the bed tonight ;)

Rey

Rey would give you the standard flowers and chocolate. She’s from Jakku and spent most of her life trying to survive and fighting to become a Jedi. She doesn’t know how to do anything beyond the bare minimum, you can’t blame her though.

You’ll take her somewhere she’s never been, which could be anywhere really. She’s surprised you’re going to such lengths to make this day more then sufficient for her.

You’re going to take her on some crazy adventure for her to enjoy as well. You’ll probably take her on a camping trip to multiple worlds, it’ll be more like a valentines weekend then just a day.

Something will happen along the way of course, whether it’s vicious creatures attacking you or first order stormtroopers, nothing the two of you can’t handle.

“Was this part of your plan to take me out?” She’ll ask as the two of you are fighting. “Is this not a fun Valentine’s Day festivity for you?” You’ll say to her, smiling. And Rey can’t help but smile back.

When the fighting is over and all is well again, a Valentine’s Day victory kiss is in store.

The two of you will spend your weekend nights watching the sunset over the ocean of wherever you may be. Since Rey is from jakku, you elected to take her to a few planets with beautiful oceans.

Since the two of you are camping, dinners consist of rations and a single bottle of fine wine you brought along for the journey. It’s nothing fancy but that doesn’t bother either of you, she’s just glad you thought of her, and took on this trip. She believes that she is truly lucky to have you, and is already planning something for you for next Valentine’s Day.

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Sweet Intoxication

Tamaki fans!! Come get yo juice!

Tamaki fluff with a lil spice (just a lil)

wc: 3.2k

I can’t be the only one who thinks the Suneater is 🤤 I could write about him for days

Being UA High’s #4 ranked third year, it’s no surprise you’d created a great friendship with the Big Three. You were particularly close with the group’s resident “kitten” as Nejire liked to call him. You met during your first year when you were sat next to each other during class. He was so shy and wouldn’t talk to anyone except Mirio, even despite your many attempts at making conversation.

Until one day, you hurt yourself during practical training and he offered to walk you to the nurses office (much to everyone’s surprise). The entire time he was dead silent with a look of pure embarrassment across his face since you had to cling to him to walk. Once he dropped you off you expected him to leave while Recovery Girl fixed you up. But when you exited the office, there he was. Sitting on the floor waiting for you, his face riddle with concern.

When he spotted you his eyes lit up. “So um-are you okay y/n?”

It was the first time you got to hear his soft voice so clearly. It made your heart swell. You knew right then you wanted to keep him.

Ever after that moment you two stayed close and kept an eye on each other. He was still timid at first but over the years it blossomed into an air-tight friendship. You were practically apart of the Amajiki family after the amount of dinners you had with them. Not a day went by that you two didn’t walk home from school together.

That is until today. You see, during lunch Nejire let it slip that Tamaki had a crush on you when she thought you couldn’t hear. Little did she know you were standing right behind her as you approached the lunch table.

You were so caught off guard and your eyes grew wide as you locked eyes with your best friend. His face was pure horrid humiliation. Mirio desperately tried to make light of the situation and pretend it was all a joke but the damage had already been done.

Tamaki immediately fled the cafeteria, knocking over a few first years on his way out.

You were still frozen in place trying to process what was happening. You definitely didn’t expect him to have a crush on anyone, let alone you. He never talked about romantic interests like that. And considering he tells you almost everything on his mind you’d think you’d have some sort of inkling about this.

Your train of thought was quickly interrupted by the horrible thought of how much of a hit to Tamaki’s self-confidence this probably was. He’d become so much stronger and more social. You couldn’t let all his hard work get reversed.

You chased after him but he was gone. Disappeared off the face of the planet for the rest of the day.

You were worried sick and couldn’t think about anything else but finding him.

As soon as the final bell rang you bolted for the Amajiki house. Of course his mother let you in with no hesitations and immediately informed you of his exact location (His room. Where else? That’s where he was always hiding). Although the suspicious look on her face told you that Tamaki’s condition must be bad. He probably came home early and locked himself away without a word. Not completely out of character, let’s be honest, but still it didn’t put you at ease.

You slowly approached his door trying to form some kind of plan to fix this. What was the best tactic though? Should you tell him? Tell him that you’ve secretly been crushing on him this whole time? Since that day at the nurse’s office when he held your hand for the first time? When his voice alone captured your heart. You were sick over the thought. You’d desperately tried to keep it a secret and hadn’t told anyone, even Nejire (for obvious reasons). You were scared that you’d scare him away with your feelings. You’d rather have him as a friend than nothing but that didn’t stop you from constantly dreaming of kissing him or holding hands again or cuddling every night while watching his favorite movies.

You didn’t have an exact plan but you desperately wanted him back so you had to try something. Anything.

The door was locked. You knocked as gently as possible. He was easy to scare.

“Tamaki? It’s me. Let me in.”

You heard a miserable groan from behind the door. “Please leave me alone to die.” He plead from inside. Always one for the dramatics. Something you secretly loved.

“Come on! You’re really going to lock me out like this? A bit dramatic don’t you think?” You insisted, slightly amused.

And just like that the lock clicked open. You let yourself in. It was dark except a little glowing ball lamp in the corner of the room that illuminated everything up with an indigo glow.

He was sitting on his bed against the wall, hugging his knees and burying his face.

You shut the door behind you and stood for a moment. You really just wanted to run over there and cuddle him. Tell him every reason you’re putty for him. But you didn’t want to push him. There was an art to dealing with a mopey Tamaki and you knew it well.

“So how long have you been sitting up here? I hope you at least finally ate some lunch.”

He peeked his head up at you. You were rustling a bag filled with his favorite snacks. You saved these in your locker for moments exactly like these.

Your heart fluttered when you saw those eyes you loved so much. Although his eyebrow were furrowed in embarrassment, still, he looked adorable as ever.

You took this moment as an opening and slowly approached, careful not to spook.

You took the spot directly in front of him. He’d still not managed to look you directly in the eyes.

“Sooo...” This is where you had no game plan left.

You finally had the chance to feel nervous now that you knew he was okay. Your heart started racing in your chest as the anxiety coursed through your body.

“This is the worst day of my life.” He concluded covering his face again with his hands.

You rolled your eyes. “I think there are worse things.”

“Like what?” He said like he was proving a point.

“Like...” You exhaled and gave your honest answer without thinking. “losing your best friend.”

He groaned again. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, y/n!”

Your head tilted. “What?”

“I can never talk to you again now.” The pure teenage agony in his voice was ridiculous.

You giggled. “You’re talking to me right now, dummy.”

“And now you’re laughing at me.” He leaned his head back against the wall in distress.

You reached up and grabbed one of his hands, pulling it away from his face.

“I’ll be very offended if you stop talking to me.” You inform him with humor in your tone.

He looked down at you finally. You were breaking through.

“But...aren’t you weirded out?” He was grimacing at the horrible cafeteria memory that had been replaying nonstop in his mind.

You laughed.

“No more weirded out than usual.” You poke him in the stomach. He was aggressively ticklish so he jumped and grabbed your hand instinctively. Now you could see his whole face again and you were so relieved. You missed it.

His eyes were trained on your hands and he nervously played with your fingers. He did this a lot and it always sent butterflies flying in your stomach.

“You ran out the cafeteria so fast you didn’t even stay for my reaction. Also, those first years are gonna be looking for revenge tomorrow.”

He cracked a tiny smile.

“So...what is your reaction?”

The nerves were really electric now. You almost panicked. Were you really about to admit to your long time crush just how head over heels you were for him?

You were silent for a while which didn’t put Tamaki at ease. He was sure you were going to reject him. You were way out of his league. You were heavenly and pure beauty in his eyes. You could make him warm just by smiling at him that’s how much he loved your aura. How could you be into a loser like him. He could barely stand up straight next to you and the other members of the Big Three. You didn’t know it but right under the bed you sat on he had a hidden a sketch book filled with his drawings of you. Or at least attempts as he called them. He could never capture the curl of your eyelashes or the soft slope of your neck quite right. And the lips. They were always off. Yours had this perfect kissable quality to them that he wished he could experience rather than just draw onto paper.

His pining was interrupted by your sharp inhale as you began to answer. He looked at you under his thick lashes, dying to hear your response. It made your cheeks burn and the words get caught in your throat. Your mind must have overheated because it completely shut down and your body acted on its own.

You didn’t say a word. You just pulled his legs down from against his body and climbed onto him. You wrapped your arms and legs completely around his body like a teddy bear and squeezed him tight.

At first he was stunned but quickly recovered and hugged you back. Your hair was completely covering his face but it was comforting being indulged in your familiar scent of shampoo.

You two confided in each other for a long moment. No words could express what you were trying to say.

After a while you pulled back to look at him. Big mistake. The soft glow of the rich indigo light made him look dream-like. Suddenly you were picturing all the things you had been imagining doing with him...to him.

He wasn’t blind to the way you were staring at him. Blank eyes lost in thought and lips parted like they wanted something. You looked angelic. Sitting on his lap and holding him tight. You were exactly what he needed.

He knew this could be the moment he’d been waiting for all these years. But of course his usual anxiety was holding him back from experiencing you like he wanted. You were so so perfect. He couldn’t possibly...

Your brain switched on just for a moment to spill out a few incoherent words. “I want...this....you. I’ve been.”

Overwhelmed by your words he finally gave into his desires as his head dipped down into the nook of your neck. His lips hovered over your skin and you felt his hot breath ticking your sensitive spot. You wished he wasn’t so hesitant but you could also easily savor this moment forever. Tamaki was finally satisfying your craving for him.

Your hand rolled up gently into his silky hair and your eyes fluttered shut when he finally made contact.

His lips were so soft and molded perfectly into the curve of your neck. He slowly trailed around your collar bones and up to your ear.

Your face nuzzled into him as he tasted you.

His gentle touch made your heart swell and bespelled your body to curl into him more and more.

His tongue began grazing the tender skin he’d laid the ground work on. Dragging circles around your sweet spots and sealing them with kisses. His warm breath sending chills through your through your muscles.

The sweet rhythm of his breathing, his snug hold on your waist and the vibrating hums of enjoyment resounding in his chest...

He was mesmerizing. This little Suneater easily held you in a trance like it was nothing and without even knowing it. Your body was soft like dough, molding into him as you succumbed to his warmth. Your head had fallen limp to the side so he could access as much as he desired.

His voice was thick like honey as he shyly spoke into your ear. “You...taste really good.”

Your eyes were still locked shut, under hypnosis but a smile spread across your face.

“Does that mean one of your limbs is going to turn into me?” You said with a drunk little giggle.

He noticeably shrunk under your words. “Please don’t tease me. You’re making me so nervous already.” He cried desperately.

Your eyes finally cracked open to look at him properly. His face was wrapped in conflict and self-doubt as usual.

So many responses flashed through your mind but only one managed it’s way past your lips. There was truly only one thing you wanted to say anyways. “Can you kiss me please?”

You needed more of him, his previous performance already had you hooked and aching.

Red flush spread across his cheekbones and the tips of his pointy ears. His gaze fell under as he considered something. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I’m honestly surprised I’m even getting the chance.”

As if you weren’t already deep under his spell, his words managed to further melt you like butter.

His voice was dark velvet. A sharp contrast to his normal shaky tone. “I just want to ask...do you really like me?”

“Tamaki...forget like...I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Your words slipped out of your mouth but it was like hearing them underwater. You were so detached from reality in this moment. Just pure bliss was conducting your movements while your mind was on hiatus.

His red washed face turned bashful as he tried to comprehend your words. He couldn’t stop a cute little grin from spreading across his face.

Before he could recover enough to verbally respond, your thumb placed itself on his bottom lip that was still lightly swollen from exploring your neck. The weight of your hand pulled it down to expose his pearly white bottom teeth.

This pouty look made him even more appealing, your mouth was practically watering at the handsome sight before you.

He acknowledged your hungry look as his invitation and his pouty lip puckered around the pad of your thumb. He placed kisses on each of your fingers and finally your knuckles before he pulled you close to him.

The movement wafted some of his cologne into your nose and just like that you were drunk on him again. He could have you.

His lips pressed into yours and it was like your whole world came to fruition. You realized then just how badly you’d wanted this. He trapped your bottom lip and gently sucked letting his tongue start it’s magic again.

Your arms contracted around his neck to pull him as close as possible and he respectively deepened his kiss.

He nibbled on your lip just enough for butterflies to start flapping around on your chest. Just when you think you’ve hit sensory overload he whips out something new. You already identified kissing him as your new addiction before your first kiss was even over.

His confidence was slowly building as he became more familiar with the curves of your mouth. Assessing exactly what you were liking by the barely audible gasps of euphoria you were making.

He strung you along for a while like this, each next move being more endearing than the last until finally he pulled away to give your lungs a chance to pull in some air. Obviously you didn’t want oxygen right now but at least you got to be intoxicated by some more of his scent.

“You’re so pretty.” He mused as his eyes glazed over your features. “And—and your lips are really soft.”

Suddenly a little self-consciousness washed over you. You weren’t used to his compliments like that. You accommodated this by nuzzling your face into his. Your lips were drawn to his cheek and you littered kissed all over, using your other hand to trace his jawline. He closed his eyes so he could focus on your touch. It was sending him over an edge having you on him like this. You felt his breathing deepen as you started gently sucking on the nook of his neck. Your hand fell and started exploring his chest. He didn’t look it but he was concealing muscle under his baggy shirts and you were dying to feel them.

Just when your teeth grazed the red blood pooled spot you’d been working on, a soft moan escaped his lips. He was lost under your control.

Without warning he shifted you down on your back with ease. Taking care to support your head as you fell onto the pillow.

He crawled on top of you between your legs and supported his weight on his forearms.

This sudden bold streak was really turning you on.

He spared no time as he tugged your shirt collar down just a bit to expose that sensitive part of your neck again that he just loved so much.

His tongue teased it with a few gentle circles before his mouth came down instense and started sucking.

Normally this sort of thing would hurt but you were so entranced that it only felt like a rush of intense pleasure. You ran your fingers through his hair encouraging him to do exactly what you suspected he was doing. You squirmed gently under his heavy body as he targeted your neck. Your hands slipped under his shirt and you got to feel the smooth skin over his broad back muscles which contracted as he moved.

Suddenly you let out a little squeal as the pleasure turned to a little shooting pain. He snapped out of it and brought his face back to yours. Nose to nose.

You glanced down at his work to see a little red bruise the size of a coin. For some reason you loved the idea of Tamaki giving you a little mark.

“Sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, his concerned face was so cute. It reminded you of that day so long ago when you first realized you wanted him.

“Put another one.” You said only half joking.

He laughed nervously. You took his face in both your hands. Today couldn’t have gone more perfectly.

“I didn’t reply before but...I want you too.” He mews with soft eyes.

Just when you think your body is completely melted, he finds one more spot he missed.

He placed a few more gentle honeyed kisses on your lips before anyone could say anything else.

But much to your dissatisfaction, you heard Mrs. Amajiki call for dinner. You were prepared to aggressively reject this interruption but Tamaki’s smile broke your resolve.

He tucked some hair behind your ear as he spoke again after what felt like hour had passed since the last time. “Can we do this again like...soon?”

He was aggressively adorable you could barely stand it. You merely nodded in response you couldn’t possibly form any coherent words right now.

You laid there, trying to unmelt yourself with little success. You could only gaze at your little Suneater with twinkling admiration in your eyes as he lifted you to stand up in his arms.

His new love bite was still exposed on your neck. He pulled your sweater up to cover it and kissed it through fabric as he muttered a few more quiet apologies. You immediately started thinking of ways you could try to permanently keep it on your skin.

You eventually walk down to dinner together holding hands, fingers interlocked. Yea...he was definitely your new addiction.

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Thanks for reading 🥰

[awanderingdeal]

Simply having a wonderful Christmas Time [Part 1]

Merry Christmas to all those folks who celebrate today! This one is dedicated to those of you of who are perhaps not spending Christmas in the way that you would like this year. I hope this brings you a little bit of Joy. Please note that this fic is filled with happy Christmas people so if that is going to make you feel worse then please avoid. I’m hoping to have a Coops instalment up for those who celebrate on the 25th and O’Knutzy on 26th for all those who have boxing day and second Christmas.

CW: CHRISTMAS AND FOOD TALK

Rating: T, there are some sexual implications but I’m pretty happy leaving this at a T. Let me know if you think that needs to change. 

And finally, to @lumosinlove. Thank you for creating the sweater weather universe and in particular the fabulous OC’s that feature in this fic. They really have been a light in the darkness of this year. 

Anyway, let’s get on with this show.

P.S. Yes, we are just ignoring the fact that hockey players most definitely do not get two weeks off at Christmas.

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Alex had bitched for days about spending his Christmas in the heat of Mauritius - he wasn’t supposed to be opening presents in shorts, dammit - but he’d been willing to concede that he may have been wrong from the very moment that he had stepped through the door of their beach front villa.

He was tired and groggy from the day of travel. The recycled air of the plane had made his throat scratchy; he needed a long, hot shower, and he was generally miserable. 

“Almost there now, sweetcheeks,” Natalie reassured him as the taxi rounded a corner. “You’re going to love it, I promise.” 

The villa was one that Natalie and Kasey had stayed in a few times before, boasting of it’s view and proximity to perfect waves. Right now, Alex didn’t really care about those things. As long as the villa had a comfortable bed and a large shower, he’d be satisfied. 

Natalie was right, and soon the three of them were piling out of the car, hauling bags of luggage behind them. They were only there for two weeks but somehow had five large suitcases between them. 

“I swear, I’m going to sleep for two days,” Alex grumbled as Kasey keyed in the number to obtain the keys. 

“Try and stay awake for a few more hours,” Kasey said. “You’ll feel way better tomorrow for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, jetlag, blah, try to acclimatise to local time, blah -” Alex’s rant was cut short as he stepped through the door. “Wow,” he gasped. 

The villa was gorgeous. He’d expected the large expanse of open plan luxury; a haven of polished metal and glass windows that showed panoramic views of white sand meeting a crystal clear sea. What he hadn’t expected was the giant Christmas tree, at least a few feet taller than himself, and the rest of the expertly placed decorations. 

“Do you like it?” Kasey asked. Alex saw the glance that he and Natalie shared. They were probably worried, he’d been frozen in place for the last 30 seconds. 

Alex nodded, taking a moment to find his words, “It’s incredible. Just like home. Better.”

Everywhere he looked there was something new. A wreath on the wall. Faux furs draped over the seating. A garland that snaked all the way up the spiral staircase. 

“Are those?” Alex stepped towards the stockings that hung on the wall. Each one had a name sewn into it. Natalie. Alex. Kasey.

“Yeah,” Natalie nodded. “One for each of us. Lils made those.”

Alex let himself be pulled into Kasey’s arms, feeling a bit overwhelmed. 

“We know that Christmas with your family is very important to you and we just want you to know that we are incredibly grateful that you decided to spend it with us this year,” Kasey said softly. 

“Finn already bailed anyway,” Alex gave a small laugh. He felt Natalie join them and her arms were also there, enclosing Alex between his two favourite people. 

“We told them to leave the tree. Thought we could decorate it together?” Natalie told him.

“God, I love you two.” Alex breathed. 

That had been ten days ago. Now, a cheesy Christmas movie played on the TV but Alex wasn’t paying it much attention; enjoying the memory and being curled into Kasey’s chest. His fingers played idly with Natalie’s blonde waves as she snored softly in his lap.  

It was the perfect end to a perfect day, a delicately balanced mixture of tradition and newness. Alex saw how hard his partners had worked to give him a Christmas day that rivalved those of his memories with his family and Alex couldn’t wait to thank them properly for it tomorrow. For now though, he was content to just bask in the moment.

“Al,” Kasey whispered. “Do you want to head to bed? I’m not really watching this.”

Alex looked up at Kasey, a gentle smile resting on his lips, “Yeah, bed sounds good to me.”

“Shotgun, not waking Natalie up” Kasey laughed.

“No need to wake her up. I’ll carry her,” Alex said. "Besides, she’s not that bad.”

Kasey frowned, “She bit me once.” 

“Yeah, and did you clap in her ear like you did to me that time?” Alex replied. “Because if so, then you deserved it.” 

“Not my fault you both sleep like the dead.” Kasey mumbled under his breath, switching off the TV and taking their dirty glasses to the sink. 

Natalie gave a small grumble as she was picked up, wriggling in Alex’s arms before settling herself into the crook. 

“God, she’s so cute.” Alex spoke quietly. 

“You both are.” Kasey said with a grin, pressing a kiss first to Natalie’s cheek and then Alex’s. He led them the short distance to the bedroom, pulling the thin sheets on the bed back so that Alex could lie Natalie down. 

“I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” Alex started to walk towards the en-suite but suddenly his phone was vibrating against the bedside table. The noise seemed extraordinarily loud in the quiet room. “Fuck, that’ll be Finn. Get that please, Kase?”

Kasey grabbed the phone and Alex heard a snort as he read the contact name, Fillet O’Fish. 

“Hi!” Finn’s voice boomed a few seconds before his face appeared. 

“Sssh.” Kasey hissed, rapidly hitting the down volume key. 

“Oh, hi, Blizz,” Finn said. “Don’t know why I wasn’t expecting you. You’re naked. Why are you naked? Am I interrupting something? Is Alex naked too? I don’t want to see that.” 

Alex plucked the phone from Kasey’s hand with a laugh. “He’s not naked, we’re just getting reading for bed,” Alex replied, panning the camera down and showing Kasey’s plaid pyjama pants to prove his point. 

Alex pecked Kasey on the lips, “I’m going to take this to the other room.” 

“Alright,” Kasey returned the kiss. “Merry Christmas Finn,” he added, giving the camera a wave. 

“Merry Christmas, Kase!” a chorus of replies was heard. 

Alex wandered from the bedroom, settling himself into a seat that gave a stunning view of the beach that their villa was sat on. 

“Wait, isn’t it only 9 pm there?” Finn asked. “Why are you going to bed already?” 

Before Alex could answer, Logan appeared in the frame, leaning over the back of the sofa to wrap his arms around Finn’s neck, “So nosy, Fish. Maybe they tired each other out, eh?” 

Finn’s nose wrinkled with a look of disgust, ���eww.”

“Nothing like that,” Alex laughed. “Not this evening anyway,” he continued, a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Get it, Alex,” Leo teased, flopping himself onto the sofa next to Finn. 

“Look at this view,” Alex said, turning the camera so they could see the idyllic scenery in an attempt to change the subject. It only served to trigger a memory from earlier that day, one that he probably shouldn't have been thinking about whilst on the phone with his brother. 

Alex sighed happily to himself as he looked down at the watch on his wrist. It looked out of place against his bright blue and pink flamingo shorts, but Alex had received it from Kasey earlier that morning and he refused to take it off. 

It was barely 11 am. However, it was Christmas day, so Alex didn't feel even the slightest bit guilty about the cosmopolitan balanced between his fingers, as he waited for Natalie and Kasey to come back from their surf. Alex wasn’t the biggest fan of the water, preferring to stay in the shade of the giant umbrella they had set up despite Natalie’s playful chirping. 

Alex had pointed the watch out on his and Kasey’s first date without Natalie. They'd been heading to the aquarium when Alex had spotted it in the window of the jewellers. He'd made the briefest passing comment about how beautiful it was and it made Alex's heart sing that Kasey had remembered. 

As if they knew that he was thinking about them, Alex saw the sun bronzed figures of his partners making their way towards him. They looked good; fitted wetsuits showing off their toned bodies and their faces brightened by laughter. Alex loved Kasey’s laugh, people thought it was rare but he just saved it for those that he thought truly deserved it. Apparently, Alex was one of those people now. 

“Close your mouth, O’Hara.” Natalie teased, grabbing a towel and piling her hair into it. 

“Hmm,” Finn nodded, pulling Alex from the memory too soon. “That is beautiful. I think mine has been better though.” His brother's eyes glanced back towards Logan with a smirk and Alex had a sneaking suspicion that Logan's torso wasn't the only thing that was bare. 

"Yeah, you can keep that one for yourself," Alex retorted. 

“Hey Haz! Did Kase like his present?” Leo asked. 

Alex had enjoyed getting to know his brother’s second boyfriend. He offered a stabilizing presence to Finn and Logan’s chaos and to paraphrase shrek, “he was like an onion, he had layers.” Leo had been Kasey’s secret santa and Alex hated to admit it, but he had done a great job. 

“Unfortunately yes,” Alex pretended to glare. “I suppose I have Finn to thank for helping you with that?”

Leo shook his head, “Your mom actually. She was more than willing to send many photos of baby Alex.” 

Alex barked out a laugh, “Of course she was.” He couldn’t really be mad. The three of them had spent an age flipping through the scrapbook of his childhood photos, laughing at the annotations that Leo had added in his delicate script. 

The alarm on Leo’s phone blared. “Sorry, that’s the timer for the potatoes,” the blond apologised. “I better go and check on them.”

“I can come and help.” Finn said.

Alex saw Leo visibly wince before he replied, "No thank you sweetheart. Y’all stay and talk with your brother.” 

Alex raised an eyebrow, “Do I even want to know what disasters you are causing?”

“You cannot talk, Alexander,” Logan defended. “You nearly burnt your kitchen down making toast.”

Alex didn’t have an argument to that, it was true. He hadn’t been much help with Christmas dinner either. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to do anything?”  Alex asked for the thousandth time. Besides setting the table, he really hadn’t done much to help with the meal and he didn’t feel great about it. 

“Yes,” Natalie insisted. “We really do not need a trip to the ER today. Just sit down and look pretty.” 

He protested a little but did as he was told. He watched Natalie and Kasey work, moving seamlessly around one another. And then Alex was standing again. He went back inside, ignoring his partner's queries. He was only going to be a moment anyway. Alex reappeared with his camera. He may not be able to cook, but he was excellent at photography. He remembered how they had found so much joy in looking at the photos of himself earlier and wanted to document their first Christmas together. Hopefully, in years to come it would bring them similar joy. 

He took photo after photo of the meal coming together. Kasey flipping the steaks on the BBQ. Natalie glazing the prawns in sauce. The private glances they shared. 

The camera was taken out of his hands and he heard the shutter snap as Natalie fed him pieces of peach. 

He beckoned the two of them over and took a few shots of the three of them together, Santa hats perched on their heads, until Natalie was cursing about something burning.

He’d go through the photos later but he doubted there would be many that he wanted to delete. 

“Earth to Alex!” Finn shouted and Alex blushed as he realised that they had been trying to get his attention for a little while.

Logan rolled his eyes, “You and Finn make the same stupid faces.”

“Oi!” Alex and Finn exclaimed together. 

“C’est Vrai,” Logan chimed.

“I’ll admit to being a hopeless romantic.” Alex shrugged. “It’s part of my charm.”

Finn snorted at that, “It’s not my fault that you and Le are so cute.”

“Agreed.” Alex nodded. “Nat and Kase should be less perfect. It’s all their fault really.”

“You’re both disgusting,” Logan groaned, but he was pressing his lips to the bare flesh on the back of Finn's neck, and Alex had known those two long enough to know exactly where that was going. 

“On that note, I am going to bed. Have a fantastic Christmas, boys.”

[girlgrouptrash101]

Jiwon (Fromis_9) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “Can I ask a fromis_9 Jiwon as your girlfriend please?”

“Thanks for dealing with my requests!! Wanna request a gf headcanon with fromis_9 Jiwon and Nakyung *peeks*”

“Tear gas-eating HongKonger requesting fromis_9 Jiwon as a girlfriend lol Thx for your efforts, I rly like your work as a tranquilizer to me among thousands of tear gases launched here lol”

A/N: guess who’s back again usdfsdfklks

- C

who's ready for some good old PARK MEGAN YEE YEE

you two met in school, n Jiwon basically pined after you for like a year until Chaeyoung was like IF YOU DON'T ASK THEM OUT I WILL

so Jiwon ended up taking you out for pizza,, and you hit it off so well and have been together since :'D

(I mean you secretly had a crush on her ever since you heard her singing in music class but I mean who wouldn't she has the voice of an angel)

since you left school, your relationship has only gotten stronger, both of you maturing and growing up together creating such a strong bond between you

plus you still get to go on pizza dates whenever you want hehe

n Jiwon, even though she does it EVERY SINGLE TIME, AcCiDeNtaLLy gets her milkshake all around her mouth and makes you kiss it off every tIME

which you also give into every time because I mean... free kisses who's complaining here, not you!

LOVES playing video games with you ,, she wins every round but makes you play time and time again because she convinces you that you have a chance at winning

she also loves watching horror movies

which is great but.... miss Jiwon is loud asf in general, so just prepare your eardrums for when the jumpscares happen cuz god DAMN

absolutely forget ever owning your own clothes because y'all share everything now

but it's so so worth it because when Jiwon borrows your hoodies she has the cutest little sweater paws n you just wanna snuggle her forever 🥺

Jiwon absolutely LOVES cuddles

sometimes you cuddle watching movies and stuff but her absolute favourite way to cuddle is to lie on your bed, her head resting on your chest as she snuggles right into you

and you guys stay up for hours like that, talking about the most random things that come to your mind, making dumb jokes and also planning your future together

plus she gets easy access to kiss your neck, and you get to play with her hair for as long as you want (which she absolutely loves btw)

as well as cuddles, Jiwon absolutely loves kissing you, whether it be your hand, your forehead, your neck, your cheeks, your lips.. anywhere she can kiss you, she will

and when she gets a lil sleepy, she loves to climb into your lap, giving you the softest kisses against your lips

which usually ends up in a slow makeout session, Jiwon kissing you until she gets too tired to continue, laying down and falling asleep against you 🥺

Jiwon is also like the CEO of gift giving like you haven't even said anything about what you want but somehow she always manages to guess exactly what it is that you wanted like idk... she mind-reading or sumn over there

but the best gift she has ever ever EVER given you was a mixtape on your second anniversary

if was a mixtape of love songs that she'd written and sung for you, all recorded onto the tape and my god she literally had the voice of an angel 😔🥺💔

like you always play it in the car when you're missing her, and you honestly can't listen to it without crying - it's just so raw and pure, it's so clear that she loves you SO much 😭

Every year there's a local music festival that you and Jiwon have gone to ever since high school

you always pack a picnic and a blanket, chilling out on the grass and listening to all the up and coming local artists, just having the time of your lives

and at midnight on the last day of the festival, they always let off fireworks,,,,

those fireworks are when you and Jiwon had your first kiss all the way back in school

so now you have make it a tradition to have your lil firework festival kiss every year since then

absolutely a sucker for PDA

like she will be hanging off you (probably decked in your clothes also), your hands intertwined as she steals kisses whenever she can

just a 10/10 girlfriend/support system/personal singer/ BABIE

NSFW From Here:

not to push the Jiwon pillow princess agenda but I'm about to push the Jiwon pillow princess agenda

girlie just likes to lay back and get taken care of after a long day and you're more than happy to do so

highkey a bottom lbr like girlie just wants you to take control and make her feel amazing

when she gets really into it, Jiwon loves to make it feel really intimate and more like making love than having sex

you best believe she will have candles lit and the bed covered in roses omg

but she's also the typa girl to just get freaky in sweats on the couch after a movie and a takeout

it all just depends on her mood really

10/10 giggles after every time you make her cum

n is SO SOSOSOOSOOOO LOUD TF

and afterwards she's like??? why is my voice gone damn and Ur like.. did u not just realise how loud u were??? park Megan hello!!!!???

she looks absolutely stunning! in lingerie and she KNOWS IT

which is why your phone always blows up at the most random of times, with 102929 Snapchats of her in her favourite lingerie sets, knowing that she's driving you insane

doesn't mind toys too much, and often finds new ones for you two to experiment with to spice things up

but she often prefers when it's just you, your fingers inside her curled just the way she likes it

LOVES when you eat her out like I'm not even joking she will go INSANE

her fingers threaded in your hair, pulling you closer to her core as her voice rises higher and higher

aftercare with park Megan usually consists of her passing tf out as her hands pull you against her so you can envelope her in a bear hug as she sleeps :']

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 6

The Museum

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: You and Chris enjoy a day at the museum as the first act of your newfound clean slate.

Warnings: pure Fluff for once, the usual silly antics

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled fanfic-ing. Hope y’all didn’t mid that mid-series break; I literally forgot how to write. But it was fun getting back in the groove of fluff! P.S. I miss museums. Read the previous part here and check this part’s moodboard + music.

Chris’ pace is quick as he walks the city sidewalk, evading puddles in his path. Sprinkling now, he doesn’t want to test his luck walking leisurely as he normally would. Normally, he’d take the time to gawk at the beauty and bustle of his city. But not today.

Today is a rainy Monday in Boston, perfect for your indoor date. Except, this is not a date. That’s what Chris told himself. That’s what he told his friend and brother… then himself again, especially now as a reminder to slow down his increasingly speeding heartbeat with each step. He’s only late for a friendly hang out with you, not for a date. 

“Chris! Slow down!” Chris’ mother yelled from behind him. Oh yeah, and Ma. He stopped momentarily for Lisa to catch up. With a smile, he offered his mother his arm to take, and they walked together at a more acceptable pace to their destination. “Well somebody’s eager to see a certain somebody else,” Lisa teased, her son’s nervous and excited energy not going unnoticed by her maternal eye.

“Just… just don’t want to miss any part of the tour, is all,” he says, ears tipped red.

“Uh-huh…”

A few more paces, and the mother-son pair arrived at the MassArt Art Museum. Inside, they’re greeted by high ceilings and white walls like blank canvases. Grandiose, multi textured sculptures add a plethora of color to the space, some stand tall from the floors, others hang low and ceilings. The bright colors and lights could easily make you forget the dreary Fall day outside, the inside of the museum matching the inside of Chris’ chest.

Chris is shrugging off his raincoat when his mother goes to check them in. “She’s probably already in the crowd over there,” she points in the direction of a large group. “Go ahead and look for her; I’ll find you in a bit.”

The tour group with a median age of about 78 is already eagerly gathered in the lobby around a museum tour guide. Chris scans the crowd, large than he anticipated, probably about 100 if he were to guess, but can’t seem to spot you. He decides to remain in the back of the group, figuring he’ll find you once the tour gets moving. Chris tunes into the addressing tour guide for the time being.

“Once we’re in the exhibit, I want everyone to remember…”

“On your left.”

Chris side-glances down to his left side to be met by your profile staring straight ahead in the same direction he was just a moment ago. He took in your kinky-curly fro, a little shrunken and and slightly frizzed than usual because of the humidity, but it worked for you. Your face is fresh and free of makeup, a look you seemed to like to sport, and he thinks to himself that he likes it on you, too. After a moment of no response from Chris, your eyes flutter up to him. He’s met with your smirking face, but you then turn your attention back to the tour guide. You both pretend to listen.

“Really? ‘On your left?’” Chris finally says.

“What’s the matter? Captain Amer—“

“Shhshsh!” Chris hovers his thick pointer fingers, over yours and his mouths to signal you to stop your thought.

You brought your chin all the way into your neck as a natural instinct to retreat the offending phalange in your face. You push his hand out of the way before harshly whispering. “You gotta not!”

“YOU gotta not!” He harshly whispers back. You quirk your brow and slightly roll your neck at him. In a less anxious whisper he says, “Keeping a low profile, thank you.” Then it all makes sense. The cap, the hoodie, the shrunken stature and a standing in the back.

“Oh… my bad.” You deflate, once again returning your gaze to the speaking tour guide. You truly hadn’t thought of the repercussions of mentioning his Marvel movie moniker.

You’ve not had to deal with that level of notoriety… not yet, anyway. The level where a blown cover in public could mean the dissension of fans and paps alike. The level where you needed a cover in the first place. Sure, you get recognized every now and again, but you’re by no means at mega star, shades and hoodies, constantly looking over your shoulder status.

And you loved that. You could sympathize with Chris. You’ve seen how crazy it can get, and it definitely is worth protecting yourself from.

Chris has been trying to keep his attention ahead, but he glances at you every few seconds. He senses the air around you change. There’s a ballet of expressions dancing across your face. You knitted your brows together, released and raised them, with your eyes and lips following suit in similarly stressed movements and shapes. You’re deep in thought.

“You alright over there? Museum guidelines aren’t that moving.”

“I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just was trying to poke fun at you, not blow up your spot.”

Chris sighs and smiles at your sentiment. “It’s alright,” He bumps your shoulder when he sees you’re still distraught. He gets a smile out of you. “Hey, you know what would help? If you stopped staring at me. Would draw less attention.”

“Uh, puh-lease! You wish I was staring. Nice try at projecting, though.”

Chris quirked a confused brow, turning to you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what took you so long to answer me a minute ago?” Shit, Chris thought. “That’s what I thought,” you sassed.

“I wasn’t staring at you per say. There’s a lil somethin’ in your hair…”

“What? What is it?!” You delicately touch around your curls searching for the offending object.

“Here lemme help,” Chris says as he stands to his full height over you. You look up at him with those darling eyes of yours, and he looks down at you, breath caught in his throat. Just a second later, he comes back to earth as he’s plucking something weightless from your hair. He slowly brings his hand down from your head to show you what he’s retrieved. “It’s just a little… piece… of stupid,” and he boops your nose.

“You know what!” You say in a loud whisper while you enjoy hitting his arm as retaliation.

Chris feigns hurt with a gasp. “That was mean,” he’s pouting trying to suppress his smile. He pokes out his elbow towards you. “Kiss it, make it better.”

“Ugh!” You shove him away, turning your head away from him, biting back your smile. You're failing miserably when you look back to him, and he’s wearing a boyish grin himself. “You are absolutely—“

“SHHHHH!!!!” You jump and Chris clutches his chest, both of you wide-eyed and taken aback by an old man that’s turned around to shush you two.“If you two are gonna flirt, do it quietly!”

You and Chris start to stumble over your words while talking over each other.

“No, whaaa? Flirt… Huh?”

“We weren’t, like…”

“Yeah, that’s not— um…”

“Totally not what’s—“

“Not like this is a date,” Chris blurts out with a nervous chuckle then freezes in place. It’s one of those *unfortunate* moments when his mouth moved faster than his brain. He stares straight ahead, not daring to look at you. If he had, he would have seen you had a matching stunned look from his blab.

“They’re sorry, Mr. Abara,” you both feel a hand on your shoulders as Lisa comes up behind you to intervene.“They’ll be on their best behavior from here on out, right?” She nods in a prompting manner, you and Chris following her lead.

“We’re sorry,” You mumble.

“It was her fault…” Chris says, earning him smack on the shoulder from his mom. “What?! It was!”

Mr. Abara turns around with a ‘hmph’, causing you and Chris giggle like teenagers at the grumpy old man. Lisa clears her throat and you and Chris straighten up.

“You two can’t help but draw attention to yourselves, huh?”

Before either of you could refute, the tour guide is ushering your group to the showroom for your day at the museum to really begin.

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The exhibition was amazing to say the least. You’d never heard of the artist before, but you were astounded by her unique use of color, texture, and light in her work. And she was a sista? You were definitely going to keep her in mind for upcoming projects you had.

However incredible the artwork was, you’re not too sure how it compared to the entertainment that was the social show.

Your trio strolled together, taking in the majesty of the first few pieces. After a while Chris starts to linger behind you and Lisa for a bit. He admires the way you and his mom get along, walking arm-in-arm looking at the art.

The tour guide has everyone gather around a specific piece. “This one is my absolute favorite! It’s called ‘Mother Earth’. Do be shy; you can get close, but do not touch.”

When you step up to the piece, Chris is also does from the other side. He smiles and offers a quaint wave as if it’s your first time meeting. You reciprocate, and both proceed to lean in to the art for inspection.

“Wow,” you say as you marvel at the depth of blackness that outlines gaps for open air to breeze through. The piece has incredible curvature that makes the inanimate object look as if it were ready to continue dancing any minute now. All it needed was the right song or magic words to bring it back to life. You move around the pedestal to look at it’s other sides, Chris moving at the same rate across from you, equally as intrigued. There’s glints of gold, silver, emerald, and jade that add to its enchantment. “You ever see something so mysterious and beautiful and wonder, ‘Where did you come from?’”

“Yeah,” you move slightly, and your now eye to eye with Chris through one of the spaces within the sculpture. His Cerulean orbs pierce through to you thoughtfully, endearingly, making you wonder what he is thinking. “Yeah, I have.” Surely he’s not talking about…

“Alright people!” The tour guide shouts with a clap. “Let’s keep it moving!”

You stand up straight, while Chris glides over to you, hands his pockets, bouncing on his toes. You both have found the ground to be particularly interesting as you walk alongside each other to view the next piece of art. Standing before it, there’s not much of intellect input you can give with Chris’ presence fuzzing your brain. The silence is kind of enjoyable between you two, though. The pressure to fill the air with witty quips is at bay at this moment, and it's nice.

After a while, you both tentatively turn towards each other. Chris goes to say something, you’re sure it’ll be his analysis of what the artist’s intent is, but he doesn’t start his thought. Instead, his arm is being linked by some elderly woman.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hiya, Handsome,” she purrs, causing Chris to chuckle and rub the back of his neck. She leans her head on his shoulder and places her free, wrinkly hand on his chest. “So tell me what you think of this piece?” She says coyly.

“Umm…” Chris looks at you for help, but you are none. You just smirk and motion your head towards the art, urging him to answer her question. “Well, I think it’s speaking to the unique experience and intersectionality of being both black and a woman in the Diaspora. There are nods to the many hardships, horror, and passed down trauma that black women have and continue to endure, yet it so often turn into the most beautiful fruit, works worthy of high regard and praise by graceful, powerful women who are also deserving of such, tenfold.”

“Wow…” you and the ogling old-timer say simultaneously. He shyly looks at the ground and you shake off the spell of his summation. I’m not REALLY about to give this man points for stating basic YET ignored facts, am I? I’ll put a pin in this, but damn will I look at him differently.

“Y’know,” Chris’ amorous aged arm-candy starts, “I love a man who knows some BIG words and is not afraid to use ‘em!” she punctuates with a growl.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at Chris’ bugged out eyes and rosy face. You think you might’ve even seen a drop of sweat form on his brow. “Oh, okay…” he says as he tries to subtly pry the woman off of him. He looks to you for salvation again, but you’re already making your way to the next piece, waving at Chris over your shoulder, “I’ll leave y’all to it,” you laugh.

——————————————————————————

The tour’s come to an end and museum goers are starting to trickle out, some staying for the cheap hors d’oeuvres that are laid out. Chris managed to get his new lady friend off of him (might or might not have taken a few minutes of hiding in the bathroom), and he’s now flicking through his pictures of the day on his phone. There’s some of you and his mom smiling nicely at one another, him taking selfies with some of the work he considers posting later to shout out the artist, and some blurry ones of you, Chris, and Lisa, taken by a shakey hand museum goer.

The pictures that stop his swift swiping are of you admiring paintings on the wall. There’s nothing particularly special about these paintings; they were in the Baroque hall outside of the featured exhibit. You however, are thee something special. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but the way you fill the frame and effortlessly draw him in is magical to him. His favorite one from the set is the one with your back to the camera. Your silhouette has become iconic to him; standing out amongst the tired and basic. Holding your own in his brain.

“Just go talk to her. It’s better— less creepy— than staring at her picture.” Chris looks to his side to find Mr. Abara walking by extremely slowly passed.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Abara. Like I said before, it’s not—“

“What’re you scared, son?”

“Um… no, it’s… it’s just not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“Not… not like that,”

Mr. Abara nods slowly. “Sure it’s not.” Chris is thinks he hears Mr. Abara mumble something about not being born yesterday, but he’s already walking in your direction at the snack table.

When he arrives, you’re picking through the repulsive options. “Why the hell would they find this acceptable to give to old people?” You mumble under your breath. “I get their on they’re way out, but—”

“Talking to ourselves, are we?” Chris speaks up, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin. His booming laugh and your screech cause some of the older museum goers to give you to the stank eye. “Oops, might’ve given some of ‘em a heart attack.”

“Might’ve given me a heart attack!”

“I realized something,” Chris changes the subject, picking up a grape to eat.

You sigh as your heart rate comes down. “What’s that?”

“That this is the first time we’re seeing each other in the daytime and without alcohol in our systems.”

You ponder on it for a second, “Really?” you question him and he nods.

“Huh, that’s… that’s a damn shame,” you laugh a little, and he does too.

“Sure is,” he agrees, popping another grape into his mouth.

“So, how do you like me sober and in natural lighting?” You jokingly ask him, motioning down your figure for added dramatics.

He sizes you up, eyes languidly travelling up your frame. The heat rises to your face just as his gaze does. He locks in on your eyes for just as second longer than what would be deemed an innocent look before saying, “Eh, you’re alright I guess,” nonchalantly, while going for another grape.

You shake your head at him slowly, a smug smile creeping on to your lips. “You just don’t wanna give me my props, huh? Whatever.”

The two of you laugh and chat for a while while waiting for Lisa. You’re interrupted by someone calling Chris’ name in the distance. You thought it was Lisa at first, relieved that you could call it day because your stomach was growling. However when you and Chris looked in the voice’s direction, you were more interested in staying a little while longer.

“Ooooh Handsome!!” Chris’ aged admirer chirped across the room. She must’ve been looking for him because her eyes were squinted and she moved her head from left to right in search of her unrequited beau.

“He’s right—”

“Don’t you dare!” Chris chides, his firm tone fluttering your stomach just a little. “We gotta go!”

He’s panicking over a lustful lady twice his age and you’re amused greatly, but you had no time to appreciate it as Chris put his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the museum. “Wait, what about your mom?” You tried to protest.

“She’ll find her way!”

“There you are!” Chris’ Boomer bugaboo exclaims.

“Go! Go! Go!”

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“Well, this is my stop!” Lisa says as you all pull up to the youth theater where she works. She turns to you in the backseat. “Thank you for joining me today! Next time I’ll leave my son at home since he thinks he can leave me in the museum.”

“Hey! You didn’t see the look in that woman’s eyes! You would’ve ran like hell, too,” Chris exclaims from the driver’s seat.

“My poor baby,” Lisa pinches his cheeks as  she facetiously dotes and Chris rolls his eyes, eliciting a giggle from you. She pulls him close to her mouth to whisper something you can’t hear. You turn to look outside your window, your way of giving them privacy. 

“Are you threatening me, Ma?” You hear Chris humorously say.

“Threatening, mothering. Tomato, tahmato. Just do it. I’ll see you later, honey,” and with that Lisa leaves for work.

Chris drops his head, shaking it and laughing to himself.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Uh… my mom wants me to ask if you’d like to get some lunch. Since that museum food was shit and all.”

You arch a brow and contemplate the offer. You still weren’t so sure about hanging out with him solo. But I mean, I COULD eat.

Sensing your hesitation, Chris says, “It’s cool if… you don’t want to, I get it—“

“Sure,” you cut him off, unbuckling your seatbelt to climb over the front console to the passenger seat. You sit with a huff, and adjust your clothes. You looked over at him, and he’s got a look of slight disbelief. Unsure if it’s from you saying ‘yes’ or climbing into his front seat, you ask, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing…” he smiles at you. You look down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes. He lets his eyes linger on your shy form for a few seconds before clearing his throat, and asking, “So, uh, what kinda food do you want?”

“I’m down for anything.”

Chris amusedly huffs.“You women always say that, then when we men try to stick it in—“

“WOW, really?!” You swat at his arm and realize how buff he is because he didn’t even flinch. You try not to give in to your urge to laugh, but it’s hard when Chris is failing miserably and holding in his. You shouldn’t find it funny, but you kind of do. You let out a small laugh and roll your eyes at him. “You are absolutely childish.”

“No, not absolutely. I think I’ve prove to have some level of intellect today.” 

“If you’re talking about your dissertation earlier, verdicts still out on if you get a cookie.”

“S’long as there’s a trial,” he says with a heartwarming smile that you mirror. “And I was kidding, by the way, with the-- I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of pervert. You set it up for the joke, and I —”

“You don’t have to explain. I can take a joke.”

“Ok…cool.”

“Ok, cool,” you mimic him. “So what are we gonna eat?”

“You like pizza?”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” you retort.

“True. Well, there’s this place, a true local staple ‘cos it’s the BEST pizza in Boston! Probably the whole world!” Gushes about this place.

“Not in the whole world!” you mock him. “Do they have vegan options?” He blinks at you. “What now?” you ask with a shrug.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a vegan? Uggghhh!!!” Chris dramatically puts his head on the steering wheel.

You laugh at his antics. “Is that a deal breaker for you?”

He scoffs, then looks out his window, trying to avoid you seeing his cheeks turn red. You smirk to yourself knowing damn well you just made him blush. Still looking out his window at the rainy Boston day, “No real pizza place is gonna have ‘vegan options’,” he finishes with a Valley girl accent.

“First of all, it’s scary how good you are at that voice, and secondly, I beg to differ! You’ve clearly never been to Mellow Mushroom. Best pizza there is, AND there’s vegan options. I mean what did you get up to when you were in Atlanta?”

“Oh sweethaht,” he stresses his Boston accent, “you’re not ready for those stories…” he chuckles looking at you sideways through his lashes with a smirk, hoping you’d get the joke. He finds you trying to suppress a laugh, shaking your head then turning to look out the windshield, make him laugh in that mischievous way you’ve come to be fond of

“I know a place we could go to eat” you offer.

“Yeah? What kind of food?”

“Um… I don’t think I’ll tell you. It’s a surprise.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a ‘surprise’ kind of mood.”

You put the address in his car’s built in GPS, and you guys are on your way to lunch. But just before he pulls off, he looks at you with that boyish smile of his and sparkling blue eyes. You were re-applying your lip gloss in his overhead mirror. You turned mid-gloss glide, the wand still on your bottom lip. “What now?!”

Chris' gaze lingers on your lips before he looks up to your own sparkling eyes. “Nothing…” he said though you knew it was something; your heart didn’t flutter delightfully for no reason. “Nothing at all.”

Part 7 coming soon! What’d you think?

[imaginewithmgk]

Would you do a one shot where the reader just had a really stressful day at work and kells helps by taking a hot bath with her and giving her some wine and it ends in fluffy bathtub smut?💜

I CAN DO HAPPY, I CAN DO NORMAL

request ten

summary: they take a bath together and colson pleasures her because she’s had a hard time recently. 

word count: 2,158

warnings: smut, alcohol

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I pace around my bedroom, running my fingers through my hair as I go over the events of today. First, I got a call from Casie’s school saying that she had gotten into a verbal altercation with another student. Apparently, another child was bad-mouthing her dad so she fought back. I obviously went to her to school to pick her up and she explained the situation to me, I wasn’t mad at her at all but I did give her some stern advice on what to do next time it happens. She seemed to take my advice on board, quickly apologising to the child and myself as well. I took her out for lunch before dropping her off at her mum’s house, after all, it was her week. I was hoping that would be the end of today’s “excitement” but of course not. I ended up running into my ex-boyfriend while I was at the store buying some groceries. 

I walk through the aisles aimlessly looking for things we need at home. I find myself near the fridges looking for almond milk when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I spin around only to be met by the face of my vile ex-boyfriend. “Ugh leave me alone,” I groan and begin to walk away. “Where’s your new play toy?” He grins. “What happened, he finally leave you? He realise you’re fucked up beyond fixing?”“Colson hasn’t left me. He’s working in LA, something you know nothing about.” I mumble. “Whatever. It’s just a matter of time before he leaves you because you’re so fucked up,”“You know nothing about him. He is nothing like you, you’re a fucking prick!” I begin to raise my voice. He puts his hand on his heart and pretends to be hurt.“Oh ouch. You know he’s the reason we broke up yeah? He’s standing in the way of our happiness baby,” He reaches out to place a hand on my shoulder but I move out of his way quickly. “He’s not standing in the way of nothing buddy. You being a whore and a drug addict is what ruined our relationship,“ “Whatever Y/N, you just ain’t tired of him yet. I know he can’t do you like I do you, make you feel the way I used to make you feel,” He smirks. I roll my eyes and turn away from him. “Leave me the fuck alone," "I’m not leaving you alone until you admit that you miss me and want me back,”“I don’t miss shit about you and I will never want you back!”“He isn’t good for you, I mean look at his lifestyle! He’s probably fucking bitches in LA while you’re at home pining over him. He will never understand you like I do Y/N,” Will this dude ever quit it? “Whether you like it or not, I am happy. You never even came close to making me as happy as he makes me. Leave me alone,”“But that’s just it Y/N… you don’t do happy, you don’t know what happy and normal is. It’s just a matter of time before you fuck it up and come running back to me,” He chuckles. “No, I won’t. I love Colson, a lot more than I ever loved you.”“Don’t worry baby, you will see. You will never be good enough for him. He’s going to realise that and leave you, then who will you go to? Me. Just like every other time,” I drop my basket on the floor and storm out of the shop.

I’m especially sick to death of him but also people judging Colson and I’s relationship. Why do they have to play games with my mind? I know Colson loves me, I can do happy, and I can do normal. Maybe this is why he calls me baby because I am a fucking baby and he has to take care of me. What if he never comes back? His album could be finished for all I know. Maybe he left just to get away from me. It truly has been one of the worst days I’ve ever experienced, the only thing that could fix my horrible mood is if my man was here. Fuck I need to hear his voice, I won’t be able to sleep tonight with these thoughts running through my mind. I need him here with me. I decide to call him, at least his voice can calm me down.  “Hey baby,” He answers almost instantly. “Hey,” I mumble. “Are you okay?” He asks. I bite my lip as tears brim in my eyes. “Y-yeah, I just miss you,” I admit. “Are you sure? Did something happen to you?” His voice sounds as soothing as ever, I sob into the phone. “Baby what happened?”“I just had a difficult day,” I breathe out. “You know I hate to ask this because I know you’re busy but can you come home?” I almost whisper. “Of course darling. I’ll be home in 6 hours. I love you,”“Thank you. I’ll meet you at the airport.” I hang up the phone and collapse onto the bed we share. I can’t believe I made him come home, I can’t believe he actually got on a plane and came. He loves me, I know he loves me. Fuck what people think. 

I waste time watching Netflix and napping for a few hours before I make my way to the airport. His plane lands shortly after I arrive, instantly I feel better when I see his face. I run over to him and jump onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and bury my face into his neck.“What’s wrong baby girl?” He asks hugging me back tightly.“I’m okay now that you’re here,” I whisper. “Something happened, I can tell,” He places me on the ground and grabs my chin forcing me to look into his stunning blue eyes. He kisses my lips delicately and I almost fall apart right then and there.��Come on, I’ll tell you as we drive,” I kiss his cheek and intertwine our fingers as we make our way to my car. I explain what happened today, he just holds my hand throughout it all and plays with my fingers.“You don’t believe that shit do you?” He asks and I don’t answer. “You can’t believe that!”“Maybe he was right… I can’t do normal. You’re perfect, how can you be so perfect? I don’t deserve someone like you.”“Baby I’m not perfect. You of all people should know this. But what I know is that we are perfect together, we are endgame.”“I love you,”“I love you! You’re never going to get rid of me,” He laughs. We continue chatting as we make our way home. “I’m so tired from all this stressful shit,” I admit as we walk through the front door and towards our room. “We can put on a movie or sum and just cuddle if you want bubba,” He offers, to which I nod at him. I change out of my clothes from that day into a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. He simply pulls off his top and pants so that he’s left in only his boxers and lays down on the bed. I stand there staring at him, how the fuck did I get such a gorgeous and caring man to love me?“You gon come here and give me some lovin or you just gon stand there checking me out?” He chuckles. I shake my head at him and get into bed, moving around so my head is laying on his chest. I trace the tattoos on his stomach as he puts Netflix on and picks a movie. “Hey, do you want to have a bath first?” He asks. “I’m too tired,” I admit. “Come on, I’ll set it up for you. I promise it will make you feel better,”“Okay sure,” I smile as he kisses my cheek and makes his way to our ensuite. Colson’s P.O.V.

I walk into our ensuite and turn on the cold water, and then the hot to make it a nice warm temperature. I grab an assortment of bath oils, making sure that one of them is eucalyptus because I know Y/N loves the smell. I add some bubble bath and then shut off the water before making my way back to the bedroom. “You ready baby?” I smile at her. She nods and extends her arms signalling for me to pick her up. I do so, and take her into the bathroom. I sit her down on the bench and pull her tank top off, and then her shorts. “God, you’re so beautiful,” I kiss her neck lightly. She moans at the contact and pulls my boxers off me. She begins to lightly stroke my member as I keep kissing her neck. “We’ll continue in the bath,” I mumble and pull myself away from her. I get into the tub, leaning against one side so she can sit in between my legs. She hops in after me and presses her back up against my stomach. I grab some soap and a loofa and begin washing her back, stomach, breasts, anything I can reach really. We spend a long time in the tub and share a glass of wine before getting dressed and going back to our bed. I lay down and she places her head on my chest. 

Y/N’s P.O.V.

All of a sudden I feel a cold breeze on my breast. Without me noticing, Colson had pulled my tank top down and began to massage me.“What do you think you’re doing?” I giggle. “What? I can’t appreciate my woman?” He says mischievously. He moves us around so he can kiss my breasts. He moves down and lightly sucks on my nipple. “You know my boobs are my weakness, Colson,” He just hums. “And you know this is my favourite thing to do… watch a movie with my girl and play with her boobies a lil,” He says which makes me laugh. He finally stops and just leaves a hand resting on my breast while we try to watch the movie that was interrupted by our bath. 

I sigh loudly halfway through what we were watching,“What’s up girl?” “I’m tired but I can’t sleep, I’ve got too much shit on my mind,” I admit. He starts to play with my hair.“Want me to make you feel good baby girl?”“Yes please,” He doesn’t waste any time, he gets off the bed and makes his way down to the edge. Colson grabs my bare thighs and pulls me towards him so I’m sitting at the end of the bed, and he’s on his knees facing me. He kisses the inside of my thighs lightly before curling his fingers around the material of my shorts and pulling them down my legs. I kick them off, leaving my bottom-half naked. “Damn you’re already wet,” He smirks and traces his finger up and down my slit. I lean my head backwards in pleasure as he licks my folds gently. I can tell that he wants this to be all about love, rather than the raunchy fucking we usually partake in and I do not mind one bit. He traces his tongue from my core, all the way up to my clit. He kisses just above my sensitive area before latching his lips to my clit and sucking hard. I let out a loud moan as he moves his tongue in all different kinds of directions. I grab the back of his head with my hand and buck my hips as he plunges his tongue into my core. “Oh fuck Colson,” I pull his hair. I can feel him chuckle, the vibrations almost sending me over the edge. I let out some porn star-like moans as he grabs my hips and pushes me further towards him. He moves out of my core and back to my clit where he licks and sucks intensely. “O-oh my god,” I practically yell. “F-fuck me with your tongue,” He does what I say and moves back down to my core, sticking his tongue in as far as possible. I push his head further into me if that’s even possible. I can feel his nose rubbing against my clit which is sending me over the edge. “I’m g-gonna cum,” I moan.“Cum on my tongue baby girl,” I let myself go at his words. He licks me up and down and then uses an old t-shirt to clean me. I lay back on the bed, panting with my eyes closed. 

“I can’t believe I just made you cum with only my mouth,” He grins. “Shut up,” I mumble and pull him towards me so we can cuddle. 

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[neshabeingchildish]

This Means War 06

As this story was “executive produced” by @adorkable-blackgirl and we tend to have a lot of the same interests and came up on some of the same stuff, I hope she loves this final installment of this story. Thank you for giving me this idea and I’m sorry that I didn’t make it longer, but I was really going to have to scrape and struggle for it if I had. I’d prefer to try to give you something of quality. I luh you Ma. * Lil’ Kim’s All About the Benjamins verse plays*

You Wanna Bumble with the Bee, Huh?

Charlotte lunged towards Joss, but her fist was caught by Natalie. She turned to look at her, “How much do they pay you, Girl?” Charlotte wondered. Natalie just smirked and shoved her backwards. She nearly tripped over Henry, but caught herself and said, “Let me guess… You’re like a trained assassin or something. You’ve learned all the techniques and can probably kill me within minutes if you get your hands on me.”

Natalie smiled, cracked her fingers and her neck and said, “Yep.” 

Charlotte nodded, “Okay, then.” She shot her with the zapper multiple times until she fell. Joss gasped and threw her clacking fan at Charlotte to knock the zapper from her hand. It flew from her hand, along with the fan, but little did she know, Charlotte wasn’t planning on using that on her anyway. “You should’ve listened to my promise before you thought about hurting my friend,” Charlotte said and they heard Henry grumble something. 

Now, Charlotte had a couple of choices, to fight or to check on Henry. She held her hands in front of herself and said, “I’ll keep them where you can see them. You see if Henry is okay. I don’t trust you enough to turn my head away.”

“And I should trust you?” Joss asked, folding her arms.

“You have home field advantage and I am concerned about my friend. Did you ever even freakin’ like him? You’ll just knock him out and keep it moving?” Charlotte asked, getting angrier as she thought about it.

Joss sighed, kept her eyes on Charlotte, but squatted down and shook Henry, “Hey. Are you okay?” she asked. 

It took him a moment to focus. He mumbled Charlotte’s name a few times, to which Joss rolled her eyes, and leaned closer to slap him across the face a couple of times. He jumped up and shuffled away from her. “He’s fine. Look. There’s no reason for us to fight. Leave now, and I’ll let you live.” Henry was rubbing his bruised face and going to Charlotte to check on her. She seemed okay, but he still was in a protective stance next to her while Joss was talking to them. “If Natalie wakes up while you’re still here, your zapper is over there. My advice is to get out and try to get ready for our next run in. Because, mark my words the men who put my father away and the girl who wouldn’t let me be great are not going to win this war.” Joss said. 

Kid Danger had a zapper too, but she didn’t know that, until Charlotte took Henry’s arm and zapped the unconscious Natalie again. “My mom always said ‘Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

“Suit yourself, Cockroach.” Joss said. 

Henry was about to protest that horrible thing to call his best friend, but Joss charged towards her with something that she had just pulled from her hair! Charlotte was extremely angry about being called that and she was ready to charge at Joss, as well.

Henry jumped in front of Charlotte, holding her back at the same time and Joss stuck him with whatever it was. “Ouch!” He said and held himself. “You stabbed me!” She chuckled and tried to swing at him again but Charlotte caught her arm and wondered, “Why don’t you give her one of your one hitter quitters, Man? She’s trying to stab you!”

“I don’t know! She’s a girl!” Henry said, watching Charlotte try not to get stabbed in the face with the pointy hair thingy.

“A girl who clearly has some fighting training!” Charlotte said, dodging all of Joss’s swings and ducking. From kicks.. Charlotte had some fight training, but she sensed not on the level of this girl. This was some kung fu or something… “Hen! Romeo Must Die!”  Joss looked confused, but Henry knew exactly what she meant. Char’s mom watched that movie every year on the anniversary of Aaliyah’s passing. “Rest in Peace, Aaliyah,” Henry said and he jumped in to help her out. He guided Charlotte in directions that she needed to go in and she handled the actually hitting Joss part. He swung her over his back to avoid Joss doing some kind of flip kick at her. He rotated to shield a few of Joss hits and brought Charlotte back around to deliver hers. She punched her in the face, kicked her in the stomach, and headbutted her. Joss was barely on her feet when Henry unhanded Charlotte and Charlotte rushed up to her, flipped Joss over, and pinned her down. Henry rushed to the floor, did a 3 count, and declared her the winner. Joss looked at them like they were both completely insane, breathing hard before she passed out. 

Now, Henry extended his hand to Charlotte and helped her up. “That was awesome. You were amazing!” He said.

She nodded her head, “I am amazing,” she corrected him. 

His Whiz Watch sounded and he answered for Captain Man. “Kid Danger! I am on my way!” He said. Henry closed it and shook his head, then he looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte laughed and began putting zip ties on the fallen. “I don’t know if the henchmen and the decoys were privy to who you are, so they can probably just be taken to jail. But, we definitely will have to wipe these two and take their devices. So… sorry about the fact that your short lived love affair with Joss Moss will have never happened in her mind.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, “Should have never happened in the first place.”

“And so our hero learns his lesson!” She cheered and gave him a smile. A gorgeous smile of perfect teeth, nestled by two soft and juicy lips. Her face was glistening a little. She’d broken a sweat to fight for him. She hated fighting and she hated sweating. Her hair had gotten kind of messed up, but was somehow still absolutely stunning. And the way that her rescue outfit was fitting her - she usually wore baggy clothes or at least one baggy item. This all black get up with pockets and sheaths was kind of hugging her slender form… and that was actually perfect too... “Henry… What are you staring at?” She wondered and looked behind her, to see if some other threat was coming, still on high alert. She stood up to see what he saw, then turned back to him, confused, because she didn’t see anything, but he still looked kind of haunted.

He moved in and brought her close to himself to hug her and she was frozen for a moment, in shock. Was he looking at ME like that? And why? Maybe he had just realized the gravity of all of this. That he could have died. That she literally had probably saved his life? Finally, she returned the hug, also taking in the gravity of what had happened, and gave his hair a small caress. Either he had never noticed any such affection before, or she was just in this moment as much as he was. He wasn’t sure about any of that, but he was sure of one thing...

“I love you, Char.” 

Now, she gently shook off his hug and laughed off his heartfelt confession, “If I were you, I’d love me too. You could have died today, Henry. These are the same people who were going to COOK Ray! COOK HIM, HENRY!” That was the start of her fussing at him about how he never listened to her, how none of them ever listened and now SHE was sweaty and got called a cockroach because of it. “And I’m not 100% sure that she wasn’t using that as an antiBlack derogatory…”

Her fussing was surprisingly pleasing to him, somehow. He pretended to be annoyed with it, but he realized something whenever she didn’t say “I love you too…” This madness was her version of it. Every time Charlotte told him what was best for him, fussed at him when he made the wrong choice, griped about it whenever they came out on the other side, she might as well be singing a song about how much she loved him. It was just her way. He helped to gather everyone up and separate Joss and Natalie from the others as Charlotte got everything off of her chest.

Captain Man showed up to wipe some memories and the three of them were going to go collect Schwoz and Jasper, then hit up a Nacho Ball. Charlotte threw on a mask (the Guy Fawks mask, like from V for Vendetta) as she heard the police sirens showing up. Henry and Ray continued making plans as Charlotte’s fussing went on in the background, as background noise to Ray, as background music to Henry.

.

“Okay. So, lemme get this straight… You had a dream that I had a dream about you and I went to talk to Piper about it, and whenever I talked to Piper about it, I told her that I had a dream about Jasper. So Jasper thought that I was dreaming about him, and not only was I not dreaming about him, but I was dreaming about you, and this all happened in your dream?” She scoffed a laugh and shook her head, “And why are you even telling me this again?”

Henry sighed and shook his head, “Because, whenever I thought I was gonna die, I kept thinking about you. I didn’t think about my mom. I didn’t even think about Jasper. I thought about you, and I just think it means something that I’m thinking about you awake when I’m gonna die and rest in peace eternally, or when I’m asleep, when I should be resting peacefully Like… Maybe… It means something.” 

She curled her lips, “Well, whenever you figure it out, let me know.”

He caught her hand and said, “I think… You give me peace.”

Charlotte busted out laughing, with her head thrown back, then covered her mouth and tried to reign it in. “I’m sorry. It’s just that that was very corny…” She stroked his hair and added, “But, still a step up from “I’m in a band.” He squinted his eyes at her, unsure of what she was saying. Did she think that he was giving her a line? Because, he was actually being serious for once… “Hey, Hen… You know what? I actually AM in a band.” She put her hand on her hip and smiled at him, exaggeratedly flirtatious.

“That’s hot,” he said and bit his lip. She wrinkled her nose in a smile and turned to leave. “So is my new girlfriend!” He called out. He could see from her profile that her smile got wider. “Um… for the record, that was my way of trying to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“I understood.”

“You didn’t say yes.”

“I said it with my inner voice.” She turned around and looked at him. She hadn’t really realized it before he was possibly going to die… or maybe she realized it seeing him run around behind Joss, but… she did love Henry too. But that, she probably wasn’t gonna say in her for other people voice any time soon. He was staring at her again, like in the lair right before he told her that he loved her and she tried to play off the beating of her heart that caused. I love you, too.  Her inner voice said.

[tallglassofsweetpea]

Little Darlin’: Chapter One

Sweet Pea x OC, 1950′s AU

Warnings: smoking, underage drinking, mild talk of sex 

(violence, angst, sexual content/smut in later chapters)

AN: Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my very first fanfic ( also the first time i’ve posted any of my writing 😬). I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think or if you have any ideas or suggestions my ask is open!

Chapter One: “Little Darlin’”

Riverdale, Summer of 1957

“I don’t know who that Archie Andrews thinks he is messing around with that no good trollop Veronica Lodge. I’m SO over him!”

Lily’s best friend Trish had called her on the telephone just a few hours earlier after getting in a fight with her boyfriend Archie for what seemed to be the millionth time since the summer started. Lily had figured they were fighting when her mother told her that Trish was on the phone. It seemed as though the only times she would reach out to her over break was when her and Archie were on the outs. It was the same story time and time again, Trish would hear it through the grapevine that Archie was messing around with another girl, the two of them would get into a fight, and she would call up Lily to convince her to go out and get her mind off of things. Usually the girls would head to Pop’s and order a couple of milkshakes and maybe head to the Bijou to see a film.

The two sat in a booth nearest the door, sipping on their shakes. Lily’s vanilla and Trish’s strawberry topped with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

“Enough about Archie, at least I know I’ll always have you Lil'. Besides, it’s been an awful long time since we hung out just us girls. This is exactly what the doctor ordered.” She decided. “Lord knows I could use some fun!” Lily smiled politely smiled back at her friend. Trish really didn’t have many girl friends, most girls had caught wind of her less than…ideal reputation. Lily didn’t care too much, she just worried about her sometimes. Archie had a bit of a temper and a tendency of being quite possessive.

The bells jingled on the door to the diner.

“Speaking of fun…” she started with a mischievous grin. Lily followed the redhead’s gaze, which was fixated on a group of young men wearing black leather jackets filing into the diner. Lily instantly recognized the jackets. They were worn by the Southside Serpents, a notorious gang that just about ruled the streets of the Southside. Trish let her gaze linger and batted her big green eyes at one of the members, he had perfectly tanned skin, a muscular build, and dark cropped hair. The serpent caught Trish’s gaze, and slowly ran his eyes up and down her long, creamy white legs which were shaded by the table of the table. Trish was absolutely stunning, with her auburn hair and model like physique. It was no wonder guys went crazy over her. Lily could only dream of being half as gorgeous as she was.

She held eye contact with the boy as she took a sip from the candy cane striped straw in her shake and gave him a flirtatious wave. The leather clad boy took that as an invitation and sauntered over to her, standing next to Trish and leaning against the divider between the booths.

“Hey Trish, you’re looking alright.” The serpent said with a wink. Lily looked at her friend with a furrowed brow, not sure exactly how the two knew each other but not sure she really wanted to know.

“Not looking bad yourself, Fogarty.” She batted her eyes up at him, looking through her lashes.

“Fangs, this is my best friend in the whole entire world, Lilian Green. Lily for short. Lily, this is Fangs.”

“Nice to meet you, Lily.” The shy blonde smiled politely at the stranger, giving a small wave and fiddled with the straw in her shake. Fangs shifted his body, looking down at Trish and watching intently as she wrapped her lips around her straw, sipping up more of her strawberry shake.

“Hey Fogarty! You coming over here or did we ask for this kids menu for nothin’?!” One of his buddies shouted from across the diner. The rest of the group joined in laughing.

“Hey mind your business, would ya!?” Fangs yelled back. “Hey, uh, if you ladies are interested we’re gonna head over to the Bijou to catch a movie.”

Lily stammered. She didn’t know this man, AND he was a Serpent. Her parents had thoroughly warned her about those people and the kind of trouble they were capable of.

“Uh…well…w-we should probably-“

“That sounds like fun! We were actually planning on heading over there anyway, isn’t that right Lil’?” Lily widened her eyes at her friend, but Trish paid no mind.

“I promise we won’t bite.” He flashed a toothy grin and straightened up and started walking back toward his group of friends. Trish smiled after Fangs, seemingly in a trance until Lily grabbed her hand.

“Trish!” She turned toward her friend with a questioning look. “Do you think this is such a good idea? I don’t even know these guys! Lily’s voice just higher than a whisper so the group of serpents wouldn’t hear. “I don’t dare ask you how you and Fangs got acquainted.”

Trish rolled her eyes at her friend’s insinuation. “Okay, Fangs and I met earlier this summer by Sweetwater River. I went to go for a therapeutic swim to get my mind off of Archie, and Fangs was there with a couple of his friends. They were having a couple drinks around a bonfire. One thing led to another and…” Trish trailed off. Lily’s eyes widened at her friend.

“Trish…you didn’t”

“What? I’m a confident, empowered woman Lily. Besides, me and Archie were on the outs so it was fine. Actually it was more than fine.” She let out a soft giggle, glancing toward the group that sat behind Lily’s back.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“Well, I figured you probably wouldn’t approve of your bestie running off into the arms of a Southside Serpent. You’re always so worried about me. Am I right?”

“I mean…I do worry about you. What if Archie found ou-“

“He won’t find out. He can never know.” Trish declared, Lily felt as though she was being warned. Not that she would say anything to Archie, she wasn’t exactly his biggest fan. Lily sat in silence, finishing her shake. Soon the group of serpents rose from their booth and headed toward the exit. Fangs stopped by their table,

“So i’ll see you ladies there then?”

Trish looked up to him with a bright smile. “Absolutely.”

**

The drive in was bustling with teens as Trish pulled into the lot in her baby pink Chevy. She spotted the group of serpents and parked her car behind them in the next row back. The two girls stopped by the concession stand first to grab a bucket of popcorn and two cherry cokes before heading over to the group of leather-clad studs.

“Oh come on, Lily. I’m just having a little bit of fun is all! Nothing bad will happen. Let’s just go over there, watch the movie with Fangs and then we can head back home okay? It’ll be fine. Besides, did you happen to notice how hot those guys are? Even a goody two shoes like you can’t deny there’s something intriguing about a bad boy.”

Fangs shouted over to the two girls. “You ladies comin’? Movie’s about to start!”

“Be right over!” She flashed him a bright smile and grabbed Lily’s hand. “Come on. Let’s not be rude.”

Trish dragged her over to the group of Serpents who stood in a circle, most of them puffing on cigarettes. They all appeared to be around their age, some perhaps a few years older. Fangs was talking with two other leather clad serpents. The shorter of the two wore an unusual gray knitted hat on his head that looked like a crown. He was a good looking young man, Lily thought. The taller of the two was leaning against the side of a motorcycle as he smoked a cigarette. He had hair as black as night neatly slicked back, save for a dark curl that fell just above his eye. He was devilishly handsome, with perfectly full lips and haunting dark eyes. Lily spotted a tattoo of a two headed serpent on his neck. He was every parent’s nightmare.

Fangs turned to the girls, gesturing towards them. “Guys, I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine. Some of you might remember my friend Trish,”

“Oh I remember her! You’ve only been talking about her for the last month!” One of the younger serpents shouted out. The rest of the group busted out laughing. Fangs shot him a look before he continued. “And this is her friend Lily. Ladies, these are my buddies Jughead,” the boy with the gray hat smiled politely at us.

“Nice to meet you.”

“and this is Sweet Pea” The taller boy with the neck tattoo looked up at Trish with a curt smile before his eyes shifted over to me. His eyes slid down to my feet and slowly worked their way back up slowly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Fangs introduced the rest of the gang to the girls. The tall Serpent’s eyes stayed locked her. They had only been introduced seconds earlier and there he was, openly staring at her. Lily felt self conscious under his gaze.

“What the hell are a couple of Northside princess’s doing hanging out with a bunch of Serpents? Didn’t know you were even allowed out this late.” Sweet Pea said with a sarcastic smirk as he inhaled from his cigarette.

Lily quickly averted her gaze to the ground, to the cars, anything but him. However she could still feel his eyes burning into her.

“Only on the weekends if we behave.”

Sweet pea scoffed at Trish’s response, taking another drag from his smoke.

The lights that lit the drive-in were lowered, signaling the start of the movie. Lily found a spot on the hood of one of the serpent’s cars and sipped on her cherry coke while Fangs and Trish sat on what she assumed to be Fang’s car. He had soon wrapped his arm around her and the two of them whispered back and forth during the opening titles. Lily couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. She knew Archie would be livid if he found out about this. Lily began fiddling with the dainty gold cross that hung from her neck. In her peripheral vision I could see Sweet Pea, who was sitting next to Jughead on the bed of the truck next to where she sat. She didn’t know if she was being paranoid, but she could’ve sworn she had caught him looking at her every so often. For reasons she couldn’t explain, this make her heart race. About halfway through the film, she whispered over to her friend.

“Hey Trish, I’m gonna head over to get some more popcorn, do you want anything?” But her friend was far too engrossed in the Serpent next to her, whose face was now only inches away from hers. “I need to get out of here” the blonde thought to herself. She decided she’d just grab her another coke.

***

“Hello, may I please have a cherry coke and a refill on the popcorn please?” She handed the empty bucket to the cashier.

Lily rummaged through her small mint green purse for some cash and handed it over to the boy at the counter. She turned to wait for her order and bumped into what felt like a brick wall.

“What’s the matter, princess? Bored with watching your friend play backseat-bingo?”

She lifted her head to come face to face with the tall Serpent, Sweet Pea. He leaned against a light pole with another cigarette hanging out of his mouth which was upturned into a smirk on one side. His hair shined in the light from the movie screen.

Lily blushed, embarrassed that she had bumped into him. There was no denying he was a good looking guy. He wasn’t handsome in the traditional sense, he looked rugged and dangerous. H was undoubtedly one of the more attractive men she had encountered, which apparently made her act like a fool.

“Hmm? Oh..uh, no-I uh…I just needed a refill of popcorn is all.”

“Seems to me you were trying to get away from something.”

She thought of saying, “Yeah, you. You’ve been staring at me the past 45 minutes.” but decided against it. “I guess I’m just worried about Trish, that she’ll do something stupid. She’s got a boyfriend, you know? He’d have a fit if he found out.”

“Is that right?” He pulled an amused smirk.

“Yeah, he’s very protective. So I hope you’re not interested.”

“Me? You’re talkin’ to the wrong guy. I’d tell you to warn Fangs, but from the looks and sounds of it,” he added. “think it might be too late, blondie. Besides, can’t say she’s my type.”

Lily scoffed at him.

“Oh please, Trish is everyone’s type, she looks like one of those girls in the magazines. She could get any guy she wanted to ask her on a date.”

Sweet Pea threw up his hands in surrender. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a beautiful girl. Just not my type.”

“And what exactly is your type?” I asked out of curiosity while fiddling with the dainty cross that hung from my neck.

He didn’t break eye contact as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth, drew in the smoke, and exhaled. “Hmm…nice legs, sweet smile. Recently I’ve developed a soft spot for blondes.” He said with a wink.

Was he…flirting? With her? Lily subconsciously reached up to finger the curled ends of her golden hair. A warm blush crept up her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes to the ground and stood speechless.

“Hey Lily?” Her green eyes snapped up to Sweet Pea with a questioning look.

“Hmm?”

“You know your popcorns been ready for like an hour right?” The serpent teased her, knowing exactly the kind of effect he had on her.

“I-uh yeah.” The girl laughed nervously, grabbing her popcorn and bottle of coke. He made her feel flustered, and she didn’t like it one bit.

***

When they got back to the Serpent’s spot, Fangs and Trish were nowhere to be seen. Initially Lily was worried, that was until she heard Trish giggling from inside of the car. Although to be completely honest, she was still worried. Lily wasn’t entirely sure what they were doing inside of that car but one thing she was sure of was that Archie would kill Fangs if he had any idea. Sweet Pea and Lily watched the remainder of the film sitting side by side on the bed of Jughead’s truck in silence. Again, she could feel his eyes flickering over toward her every once in awhile. Lily felt like asking if his parents had taught him any manners as a child, but she figured she already knew the answer. The movie came to an end, and Lily left off the bed of the truck. She walked over and nervously knocked on the passenger window of Fangs’ car.

“Hey Trish, we should probably head out, the movie ended and my parents will flip if I come home past curfew.”

She climbed out of the car with Fangs, coyly wiping the corners of her mouth and smoothed out her skirt and said her goodbye to Fangs. “I’ll call you.” Lily rolled her eyes, she couldn’t understand why her friend would do this.

The two girls walked across the lot to Trish’s car and went to get inside. Lily was about to close the door when Sweet Pea yelled out to her.

“Hey Northie!”

She whipped her head over to Sweet Pea.

“I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, right.” She thought. The blonde girl politely smiled back at the handsome Serpent and gave a small wave.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she prayed he was right.

[againmendes]

i’ll be okay - part three

series masterlist

possible trigger warning / warning - this series is about a relationship between you and shawn that may be viewed as a ‘toxic relationship. if not comfortable with that, do not read.

warnings - swearing (as always), mentions of smut

a/n - thank you for all of the feedback on this little series! it means so much to me. very sorry for the wait! feedback is highly appreciated!!

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for the rest of the night, you and shawn stayed in bed, ordered pizza, and watched movies together like you were supposed to earlier. the whole time he seemed to be... distant.

you partially assumed it was because of what he did earlier, but you also wondered what was on his mind. shawn had a tendency of not telling when things are wrong, and it’s not because he doesn’t want you to know or doesn’t want to talk about it, he just claims he doesn’t know how.

at first that confused you because you didn’t understand, but then you realized that he genuinely didn’t know how. he didn’t know how to express how he’s feeling through regular words, thus some of his songs. but lately you have beellln able to work it out of him, but making sure to not force him. it seemed to help him front what you thought.

with the garbage in your hands, you walked out to the kitchen to throw the things away and turn the lights off for the night. when you walked back into your room, shawn had shed his pants, shirt and jacket on the floor and was laying in your king bed in only his boxers. his back was leaning against the headboard of her bed, his messy curls hanging down on his head while his eyes were closed and his head leaned back. he looked like absolute heaven. you quietly stepped into the bedroom, changing into your pajama shorts and a little tank top.

“you took forever.” shawn spoke with a pout on his face.

you simply giggled and crawled under the covers with him, shifting to lay on your side. shawn copied your movements and placed his head on your pillow, his warm hazel eyes staring intently into yours. a small smile formed on your face, but you didn’t say anything. instead, you just studied his face. shawn was a beautiful human being, inside and out even with his flaws. sure he fucks up every so often, but he was genuinely a good guy. he really was. you chose to see past the bad things because they don’t change him that much. to her at least.

“talk to me. tell me what’s on your mind.”

shawn’s eyes met yours, but looked away after holding your gaze for a moment. he rubbed his lips into a thin line and you wondered if he wouldn’t talk to you.

but instead, he wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you closer. he didn’t pull right up aheinst his chest, though. instead, his and remained loosely wrapped around you. just by the look in his eyes you could see how bad he felt about earlier.

his eyes were sunken but not from annoyance. you couldn’t white out your finger on it.

“i just... i never want to you, y’know? i never ever end for hurt you, y/n/n. i just wanna make you happy, wanna see that cute lil’ smile on your face and see you laugh. i just want you to be happy and i don’t want to be the one who makes you sad and make you cry.”

you frowned and bit down on your tongue. did shawn hurt you? yeah, he definitely has before. he had been the reason you cried before, many times actually. he and broke your heart before, but you were absolutely addicted to him, addicted to the heartbreak he gave you. sometimes you just craved everything about him even if it included getting hurt by him. maybe you just loved the thought of him or just craved feeling him, but there was so much about him that you loved. you just weren’t sure what it was that made you keep coming back.

“shawn, i know you never wanna do that to me. trust me, i know.” you whispered. “i just don’t understand why you do the things you do. i don’t understand why you sleep with other girls but act like you’re giving me your all. i don’t understand why,” you added.

you didn’t push him away although you were very tempted to. yet you just endured to be held by him incase emotions came out. you were nervous to show him that.

he paused and licked his lips, looking away from your face. “i just want to be free. like i said, it’s nothing that you’ve done and there is nothing wrong with you, i just need to be free for now.”

you held back the urge to roll your eyes. “what do you mean by freedom?”

“i just don’t want to be tied down right now. i want to be able to do what i want.”

“and i don’t let you do that?”

“no, that’s not what i meant. i just.. i don’t want to be tied down. that’s all. and i feel really, really bad about putting you through any pain what so ever okay?” you simply nodded your head and let out a soft sigh.

he placed a hand on the back of your head and slid his fingers into your hair, his forehead leaning against hers and his arm pulling you closer. your eyes closed with a small, heavy exhale. shawns other hand held your head and he pressed a soft little peck to your forehead. “okay.” you whisper, pecking his lips, which he returned. his body tangled up in yours and he held you close to him, secretly scared to let you go in worry that you’d leave him because of the pain he’s put you thought. he was scared he wasn’t good enough for you and that he wants what you wanted, that he’d fail you if he dated you again.

holding you in his arms felt good, it felt natural and comfortable like he could hold her all day long.

for the rest of the night, your body’s remained intertwined and curled in each other’s arms and underneath the blankets. it was comforting just above the surface, but underneath, you were almost drowning yourself in heartache.

***

it’s been a week. a week since you found out he’s been sleeping with you, and with other girls. a week since you realized there is no chance you’re getting him to yourself.

it has been taking quite a bit of time for you to accept the fact that even though you want shawn, you’re probably not gonna get him. not if things continue like this.

you were very tempted to just move on from him, but the problem was that you just want him. and you just want to be with him. also, you remembered when you first started liking him but he got a girlfriend, you remember the pain you felt when you found out and how much that hurt you. no matter what shawn has done to you, you would never want to put him through that pain if you got a boyfriend. there could be a chance that deep inside, shawn wants you and wants to be with only you yet he just won’t show it. and if that’s the case, then you didn’t want to hurt him by being with anyone else.

however, at the same time you just wanted to be with a guy. you just wanted to feel loved by a guy and feel wanted again. you know you don’t need a guy to feel that way, but it sure as hell feels a lot better if you have a guy to do that. and you wanted that guy to be shawn, you wanted that so bad. maybe you just couldn’t have that.

but when his hands were all over your body and his lips were caressing your skin he made you forget about all of your problems.

his soft lips were pressed the the skin at the base of your neck, sucking softly on the tender skin while you straddle his lap worn your head leaned the the sjde, fingers lost in his sea of wavy curls. your lips were parted and your mind was fully engulfed in his food it felt to have him touch you. his hands roamed down your slim waist and to your ass, gripping it in his large hands through your jeans in an attempt to get a moan out of you. he didn’t fail. the quietest moan escaped your lips and you gave his hair a gentle tug.

shawn tugged on the hem of your shirt and you nodded in approval, the article of clothing getting thrown to the floor and leaving you in just your black lace bra and your jeans. his eyes danced over your body. taking in every inch that he could see and admiring your chest in front of him. he would never get used to the beautiful sight of seeing you in your bra and panties, or seeing you bare. in his eyes, you looked like an angel sent from above. shawns lips moved down your neck and to your chest, sucking softly on the skin of your breast’s without moving the bra. he kissed over the valley of your chest and suckled on your skin.

he was about to remove your bra when his doorbell rang, causing him to pull his mouth away with a small groan.

“don’t worry, i’ll get it.” you picked your shirt up and slipped it on your body before scurrying over to the door, unlocking it, twisting the door knob and pulling it back to open the door.

right outside, was a beautiful girl with honey blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cute little nose. she was absolutely stunning and looked like she barely wore makeup. she was dressed in skinny jeans and a clasp-button crop top. she didn’t look bad, that’s for sure. but the moment you opened the door you knew why she was there. she was there for shawn.

“oh! hi. uh, i’m looking for shawn. is he here right now?”

you licked your lips and debated on what to say. honestly, you didn’t want her to distrust your time with shawn, but you didn’t end for be rude. “actually he’s kinda b-“

before you could finish your sentence, shawn appeared beside you with a million dollar smile on his face. “i’m here! come on in isabella.”

you just stepped aside to let her in and shut the door and began your mission to find your shoes and phone.

“oh, izzy, that’s y/n. y/n this is isabella.”

you simply waved at her, though she gave you a sweet response. you didn’t pay much attention to it. you just wanted to get out of the house because shawn was apparently too excited for isabella to just have some alone time with you again. you wondered if she was the girl that he’s been sleeping with. it’s probable, definitely. but you hoped not, even though you were sure that she was. that just hurt you even more seeing how fucking perfect she looked.

gathering your shoes, jacket and phone, you slipped the clothing on and put your phone in your pocket. “i- um, i’m just gonna go home. it was nice to meet you isabella,” you paused and bit down on your lip as you looked at shawn with sad and hurt eyes. his expression changed immediately at the sight of you, and he took slow steps around the couch. “i’ll see you later shawn.”

his steps weren’t fast enough. you walked out of his apartment and shut the door behind you with eyes welling up with tears and fogging your vision.

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[fallenangelspnfanfic]

Fireworks

A little Dean x Reader  I wrote on the side

Contains a lot of FLUFF 

Hope you’ll enjoy 

I am so thrilled. LIKE, super duper hyped. Dean said he would let me drive the Impala today! Can you imagine? Dean letting a girl at the wheel of his precious Baby? At first, I thought he was teasing me, but when I peered into his emerald eyes, searching for any kind of mischief... all I saw was genuineness which, to be honest, was kinda unsettling coming from the elder Winchester.

But, HEY!  Who the fuck would turn down the once in a lifetime offer to drive this sweet 67 chevy? Not me! So, I gladly accepted and now, I'm standing in front of my wooden drawer searching through the dozen plaid shirts, looking for the best outfit for this date, like a fifteen years old chick would do.

Oh yeah, date.

I wouldn't usually dare to call it a ''date'' but since it isn't a hunt nor a supply run and that it only included the both of us going away for an entire day, I can't think of a better word. I can still recalled how he hesitated when he asked me out. We were on our way back from a ''pain-in-the-ass'' ghost hunt that turned sideways. I was sitting in front as Sam tried to catch some z's in the back seat.  

''Y'know there's a vintage auto fest not far from Lebanon this weekend... And Sam doesn't wanna go, but man... How bad I wish I could go and display Baby, giving her the love she deserves...''

''Then go? You're a grown ass man, Dean. You don't need your brother by your side 24/7!''

He laughed, his freckled nose wrinkled a bit in its own adorable way and my heart skipped a beat, per usual. I had the biggest crush on the eldest Winchester, for many years now.

''I know, sweetheart...''

*Heart melting like an ice cream left under the sun*

Sweetheart.

I know, I know. Dean calls every potential girls that pass his way Sweetheart, but... I can't help those feelings that twirl inside me when he calls me nicknames.

''I was just wondering if you... would like to come with me? I mean, it could be fun y'know.. Just the two of us, hanging out... It's been a while...'' he glanced nervously at me since I wasn't answering. He had been all flirty-flirty with me during the past weeks but hey, we're talking about Dean Winchester. How am I supposed to know if his advances are serious or not?

''And... and hey, I could even let you drive to get there, and don't worry I won't disappear on you and let you by yourself if that's what you're thinking..and-''

___/\__/\_/\_______________¸

''I CAN DRIVE THE IMPALA?!''

And yeah, that was my answer, basically. Just gotta add a couple groans coming from a grumpy half-asleep Sam and a couple mumbles from me and that was it.

Damn, I haven't put mascara on since.... let's say ages. My hair is almost done now, I've been curling it for almost half an hour, Jesus. So glad I don't waste my time doing this every morning. Being hunter has its perks.... Sometimes.

*Knock Knock Knock*

''Y/N, are you ready?''

Dean entered my room without my approval, as always. Damn, he looks hot in that khaki shirt.  I discreetly bit my lower lip as I observed him.

''I could've been naked, y'know.''

I heard him behind me sucking his teeth in disappointment.

''Well, better luck next time I guess.''

I laughed.

''You're such a pig.''

''Well, the pig is done waiting so...''

He locked his arm around mine and pulled me as I finished twisting the last strand of hair, almost dropping the burning iron on my bare feet.

''Okay okay, damn, let me at least turn this thing off!''

He let me go and sighed.

He doesn't even seem to appreciate that I've arranged myself for this... Hell, I don't even know if he sees the difference.

''Alright, I'm ready, Winchester.''

Maybe I was wrong thinking this would be some kind of date..

'' I can't wait to spend the day with you, sweetheart. We gonna have a blast.''

..Or not.

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I lifted my eyebrows, dumbfounded that  he opened the garage door for me.

''You feelin alright, Dean?''

He chuckled as I passed before him. My heart is racing with the anticipation of being at Baby's Wheel.

''I can be a gentleman from time to time, Y/N. And you know it, don't act so surprised.''

I laughed, but to be honest, I haven't even heard his answer. I'm waaay too excited for what was next to come. I turned around and put my hands together as if I was waiting for the consecrated bread, waiting for him to give me the keys... but he looked at me, puzzled.

''What?''

I glared at him, he better not.

''Well... You told me I was going to drive so, the keys, please.''

He snickered as he analyzed if I was being serious. I noticed how his luscious lips trembled as he held back the laughters.

''You... You thought-''

He bent down and hit his knee as he bursted out of laughing.

That, son of a bitch. That smoking hot, son of a bitch.

He regained his composure once he saw I wasn't entertaining his behavior.

''Alright, alright... You're right, I told you I was gonna let you drive. There, I'm sorry..''

He reached for his pocket as he got closer to me.

Yesssss

He's not that of a jerk, finally. I couldn't hold the growing smile on my face. I was going to drive the Impala! FINALLY.

And then, out of the blue, he poked my nose with his index finger and a whispered to my ear.

''Passenger side, beautiful.''

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 We passed an amazing day, even if I didn't get to drive the car. Jerk

Anyway, it was really fun to see Dean in such awe in front of those old cars. He looked like a child in front of a candy store but, as he promised he didn't leave my side. So, now I know more about cars than I thought I ever would.

People started to leave around 5 and we thought we should hit the road as well.

''Hey, mind if we make a stop somewhere before getting back?''

I looked at my side, Dean was staring at the road but I could see the shade of a grin drawn on his face.

''Uhm, no I don't mind. What's up? Hungry?''

He scoffed and then looked at me, with one of those smiles that just take your breath away. Why is he so flawless?

''Uh, no sweetheart, there's a spot that I know not far from here... Sam and I used to linger over there when we were younger. It's pretty awesome.''

He has something in mind, I can feel it. Besides his many not-so-subtle glances that he kept throwing me and that big ass blanket that was covering a mysterious package in the backseat, it was pretty easy to riddle that the eldest Winchester had planned something else for the rest of the day.

''Alright, we're almost here, beautiful.''

Dean took a sharp turn and now I really had no idea where we were off to. I could hear the gravel hitting the underside of the Impala as we drove on a dirt track.

''Dean, where are we? It's getting dark and I'm hungry now, I hope you packed something to eat, smartass.''

''I thought you knew me better than this, Y/N/N.''

He finally turned off the car, but let the lights on. I jumped out the car and inhaled the sweet perfume of the nature that surrounded us. I heard Dean rumbling in the backseat of the car so I decided to explore a bit, where the hell were we?

----

''There you are.''

A regular person would have be frightened by the sudden sound of a voice breaking the quietness of the darkness, but I heard Dean's stealthy steps a while ago..

What I did not expect was the sudden warmth of his fingers intertwined with mines. My heart was stammering in my chest as I tried to decipher what was happening.

I stared at him with my brows furrowed but he only squeezed my hand as an answer and pulled slightly so I would follow him. So I followed him, quietly. Too afraid to talk and to sound like a chipmunk as my throat tightened.

We followed a little wooded path that lead us into a vast field filled with blooming...

''Lavender... Wow.''

I took a long-ass breath as he let go my hand, the smell that was emanating from the field of flowers was stunning.

''Do you like it ?''

I turned around and for the first time since we got out the Impala, I saw that he had been carrying, trapped under one of his arm, a wicker basket filled with what looked like food and bottleSSS of wine and over it was sitting a wrapped blanket.

''Extremely''

He unrolled the blanket at my feet and invited me to join him as he sat down.

I joined him as I giggled, he really planned all of that for me?

''I gotta admit, Dean, never thought you had the ability to be romantic.''

He chuckled as he opened a bottle of red wine and displaced a plate filled with vegetables and different kind of cheese.

''To be fair, I was planning to stop at some drive-thru before coming here. Sammy's the one suggesting all of that.''

He actually had a chat with Sam about bringing me here... Did he ask for his brother's advice? What in the...

''Oh, makes more sense... Broccolis also blew up your cover to be honest. ''

Cracking up a joke is always good, even when you're nervous as fuck... right?

''BUT, I'm the one who thought about....''

He searched through the basket until he reached out what he was looking for and he seemed pretty proud with himself as he exhibited the gigantic package.

''Fireworks! Wow, been ages since I've seen some.''

''Yeah... Sam and I used to pop some of these when we were kids and Dad left us behind. Man, I can still see the wonderment in lil' Sammy's eyes.''

He was pouring wine for the both of us in some plastic cups when I decided to speak my mind.

''So... Dean, tell me. What's the meaning of all this? I mean..''

I noted how the side of his mouth raised in a smirk as I started my interrogation. He gave me a cup and lifted his to make a toast and we both took a sip.

He brought a hand to his chest out of nowhere, as if he was about to take the oath.

''I solemnly swear that I am up to... no... no good, if that's what you wanna hear.''  

I pointed an accusing finger to him as he mimicked Harry Potter with the cutest british accent I've ever heard.

''Don't make fun of my favorite movie, Winchester... Plus, you're really bad at it.''

We both laughed it off. I can't stop staring at him, he looks so, peaceful and calm, which is so weird to me. He's usually so tense and angry.

''I've really been looking for spending some quality time with you, Y/N. It's been a while and I know I can be a real ass-hat from time to time.....''

He was looking far away in front on us as he regained his seriousness. I just knew, that what he was saying came from deep within him, so I just kept listening.

''I can be harsh with you and I sometimes don't weight my words... It's just a constant fight I have with myself, every time we're on a hunt. Seeing you being in danger and risking your life... it's ... pissing me off in so many ways...But at the same time, I know you chose this path on your own....''

Okay now at that point, I just wanna jump on him and sealed off his lips with mine, Chuck, help me.

''You're so... friggin important to me, Y/N. I can't afford to lose you. That may sounds stupid... but your presence is like a soothing balm that calms the pain that has accumulated in me over the years.''

He took my hand in his and finally dared to peer in my eyes.  Our shoulders were leaning against one another and his nose was so closed to me that it brushed the skin of my face. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would actually run away from my ribcage.

Fuck it

In a instant, I turned my head completely and slammed my lips to his delicious one, nearly knocking all of his breath away from his lungs. I hoped that he would actually react and move his lips along with mine, but my heart sunk as he stood still. He hardly had a moment to react that I stopped the kiss and turned my head away.

What was I thinking?

''Why did you stop?''

He gently pulled my face towards him again, his hand resting below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as I feared to look him in the eyes. I barely had time to form an answer as his hand drifted to my hip and pulled me closer. I tried to control my breath as I inhaled sharply. I was against his warm chest, I could feel how chiseled it was under my hand as I splayed against it. The urges striked again as soon as I felt his stumble nuzzled the skin of my neck. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick strong neck. His green eyes were filled with dedication that made my heart fluttered.

''Come here, sweetheart.''

He pressed his lips against mine once again, but this time I felt his tongue pressing to the seam of my lips, asking access to delve Inside my mouth. I could feel the slight burn of the wine on his breath as our tongues danced together. His lips were warm and his hands were now wrapped around my waist. We broke apart for air and I rested my forehead against his.

He smirked and I smiled shyly.

''Best fireworks, ever.''

[shadowsndaisies]

Chocolate

a/n: cute lil idea that came to mind :) enjoy!                                 masterlist

It was storming in Gotham and nobody, not even the Joker, was crazy enough to be out tonight. Bruce had called right before the power went out telling us to keep indoors tonight. I had been at Jason’s all day helping him with some spring cleaning and decided to spend the night, knowing I’d have to walk through the storm to get home. We lit candles and turned on a few lanterns throughout the apartment and were chilling on his couch. His laptop was open on the coffee table and playing a movie we found in his DVD’s.

“Do you know why I love chocolate?” I asked Jason suddenly, my foot lightly nudging his side as we sat on opposite ends. We were currently in the process of consuming anything in his fridge that could melt or go bad.

“Because it’s sweet?” he guessed, his eyes still trained on the screen.

“Well, obviously, but it’s more than that,” I begin, moving to sit up. I reached over to the computer and hit the space button to pause the movie, gaining his full attention. “There are so many different kinds of chocolate and just about all of them are amazing. Chocolate is like the steadiest part of my life that’s also too good and too established to change. It’s here when I’m celebrating when I need a pick me up, or when I’m moody, it’s basically my safety net…” I trail now staring at the small square in my hand.

It’s silent for a moment as Jay takes in everything I’ve said and then he starts to laugh, cackle, really.

“Laugh all you want Todd,” I call out. “Chocolate’s my best friend,” I smirk as he shuts up.

“Sorry doll, but that’s my job,” he huffed a small pout on his lips.

“Not anymore,” I smiled taking the last bite of the delectable treat in my hand. “Chocolate doesn’t laugh at me.”

Suddenly his hands are around me and his fingers are digging into my sides. He had launched himself over the middle of the couch to be on top of me as he tickled me, causing me to lay down and squirm against his hold. Despite trying my best not to laugh, the giggles begin to spill from my lips on their own accord.

“St….sto….Stop! Stop! Jay! Please!” I wheezed out between laughs as his fingers refused to let up on their torturous ways.

“Not until you take it back, and say out loud that I Jason Peter Todd am a better best friend than chocolate can ever hope to be,” he stated with a dramatic flair to his tone as I continued to gasp for air in between my fits of laughter.

My sides now had that dull pain to them as my abdomen continued to spasm as Jay was still tickling me. “Ok!” I huffed out. “I’ll say it, just stop!” I begged.

“Gotta say it first doll,” he smirked, still above me.

“You’re better!” I squeaked. “You’re my best friend!” I panted as he slowly ended his attack, his hands still pressed against my waist, waiting for me to either finish his request or continue tickling me if I refuse to give in. “You’re a better best friend than chocolate. Jay...” I sighed as I caught my breath.

My eyes shut as I tried to get my breathing back to normal, when it had evened out enough they fluttered open and met Jason’s blue orbs. His hands were still around my waist and he was still basically atop of me as he looked at me.

“Oh god, you’re the worst,” I huffed, pushing him back to his side of the couch as I sat up, my sides still sore.

“Correction, I’m your best friend,” He winked settling comfortably on his side.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Todd,” I smirked.

He moved towards me once again but this time to dodge him I tumbled, ungracefully, to the floor beside the couch, landing with a thud.

“Are you okay?” he laughed, he was now spread out on the couch, looking down at me.

“Lovely,” I groaned and my skin prickled with goosebumps from the cold.

While in my blanket burrito I was surrounded by warmth, plus the warmth that Jay provides all on his own, here, on the cold hardwood floors of his apartment with no power to fuel the heater, I was already freezing. Bringing my hands to support me I wobbled into a point where I was able to use them to stabilize myself as I stood up. I took the few steps that put me back on the couch and slipped into blankets beside Jason. He opened his arm to envelop me which I was thankful for.

“The fuck?” he asked softly. “You were out for like 20 seconds how’re you this cold?” his voice was shocked as my skin came in contact with his, his arm that wrapped around me pulled me even closer.

“I freeze easy,” I mutter, snuggling back into him.

“Understatement of the year,” he laughed, still holding me tight.

A smile danced on my lips as we slowly fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the outside.

I felt warm and content as somebody began shaking me, cracking my eyes open slightly I notice I turned while I slept last night because now I was face to face with Jason’s chest. He was the one who was shaking me slightly.

“Morning, doll,” He whispered and my cheeks burned due to our proximity. “Sorry to wake you, but uh I’ve really gotta use the can…” he trailed and I realized how I was laying partially atop of him.

“Sorry, Jay,” I hummed sitting up slightly, wobbling on the end.

“Careful, don’t want you falling again,” he laughed holding onto my hips.

“C’mon you know gravity and I have a complicated relationship,” I joke standing up.

“Better than most,” he admitted standing and walking towards his bathroom, stretching as he went, and from here I could see how his back flexed as he stretched and my cheeks burned a bit brighter as I realized I was admiring a bit more than a friend should.

Shaking my head I walk to the kitchen and check the lights, they flicker on and I smiled at the simplicity of knowing the lights were once again working. I made myself a glass of water and as I walked back towards the couch the door was being knocked on. Setting the cup down I rushed to the door and opened it. In front of me was Dick, Tim, and Damian, they all had raised eyebrows at seeing me.

“G’morning boys,” I smile moving aside so they can all enter.

“Hey,” Dick hugged me coming in.

“I was about to cook some breakfast, you guys hungry?” I asked walking back to the kitchen.

“Always,” Tim smiled heading for Jay’s coffee machine.

“Doesn’t that t-shirt belong to Todd?” Damian asked suddenly and I nearly dropped the carton of eggs I pulled from the cooler that Jay had set up for perishables last night.

“Yes it does,” Jason called walking back into the room and spotting his brothers, also saving me from embarrassing myself anymore.

“I got this if you want to shower,” he said grabbing the eggs from me.

“M’kay,” I hummed walking off, ruffling Damian styled hair as I went, receiving a “tt” in response.

I walked into Jay’s room and opened the bottom drawer, pulling clothes that I’d left on numerous occasions. Before heading into the bathroom. I was in no rush but nor did I dilly dally as I went, I used Jay’s shampoo and then my conditioner, another item I had long since brought but Jay seemed to be the one who’d restock on it every now and again. As the shower shut off I could hear the boys in the kitchen.

“-she practically lives here!” you heard Dick argue.

“And?” Jay asked as if expecting more from his brother.

You paused, you knew they were talking about you. What other female lived in Jay’s apartment more than you did, nobody. Still, you held your breath curious about what they were discussing and how it concerned you, it probably wasn’t smart. To eavesdrop on them but then again you knew they were talking about you.

“And?” Tim questioned back. “And what? She’s just your best friend?” he mocked.

There it was, the topic was your relationship to Jay, it’s been something everybody’s been pushing. And there was something there, after years of being best friends after dealing with his death and then his return from the grave nobody in the world could compare in your heart to Jason Peter Todd.

“Don’t mock me, kid. And drop it okay, (y/n) and I, whatever we are. Best friends or something else it’s up to us. Me and her, everybody else can back the fuck off,” his voice was tense as if this were a reoccurring thing.

Babs, Steph, and Cass had all prodded me earlier this week asking about our relationship and now I could see his brothers were doing just as his sisters had with me. Shaking my head I ran a hand through my damp hair as I exited the room and walked back to the boys.

Breakfast was basic, Dick had come over, more to check on us than anything else. Both of Jason and mines phones had died last night and we had been unable to charge them. He had also been the one to drag Tim and Damian along. After we ate we lounged around his apartment. I talked animals with Damian, and a bit of politics and news with Tim as Dick and Jason sat at the kitchen island discussing something. Every now and again my eyes would flick to Jason, about an hour later Jason made eye contact with me and I sent him a small lazy lopsided smile, one that he returned.

His brothers left a bit after that and I began getting my stuff together, I had an evening event for work tonight that I had to go get ready for.

“Hey, where you going?” Jason asked as I picked my bag up around 3 in the afternoon.

“Home, I have a work thing later on,” I told him grabbing my jacket.

“What thing?”

“Some charity gala, I’m positive Bruce’ll be there,” I smile.

“Oh…” was all he said.

“See ya later Todd,” I bid him as he hugged me before I left.

A few hours later I was all decked out, a stunning (f/c) dress was wrapped around my figure paired with matching heels. My makeup was minimal as I so preferred it to be, my hair fell in big loose curls in a high ponytail with a few loose, face-framing curls. Stepping out of my car I flattened out my dress and gave myself a once over in the camera of my phone before slipping it in my clutch and heading to the elevator. Using my FOB I got up to the top and started doing some last minute touch-ups. Soon enough guests started to fill in and then the ballroom was packed. People were schmoozing other people out of checks and donations. I spotted Mr. Wayne early on but only was able to send him a smile and a wave before another cluster of people surrounded him.

Eventually, people had drifted apart and I was left alone, collapsing back at my table my hand went down to rub my ankles. The shoes I had chosen, while pretty, I was beginning to regret as my feet began to ache into pain.

“You know you could ditch the heels, doll,” A voice said sitting down beside me and a smile played on my lips, he was the only one who ever called me that.

“You know what they say, Jay. Beauty is pain and shit,” I laugh humorlessly while glaring at the shoes. “I thought you hated galas?” I ask looking back up to him.

“I do, especially when all the rats climb out of the sewer to slick back their hair with oil and try to schmooze money from each other with lies,” Jason's eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd.

“Gee, thanks. It’s not like I spent months putting this together,” I sighed, slouching into my chair.

“But…” he trailed, gaining my attention once more. “I like you more than I hate these things,” he winked.

A smile came to my lips at this, bad boy Jason “I came back from hell” Todd came to gala because he liked me more. “So how long till you duck out and leave?” I smirk knowing he won't last long.

“Depends, how much of this shit do you still have to do?” he countered.

“I think I’m actually done, at least, until somebody calls for me to fix whatever crap they messed up,” I puffed, blowing one of the big curls out of my face.

“You’re done?” he repeated.

“Basically,” I smiled.

“Go on a date with me,” he said.

It wasn’t a question and it didn’t have to be, not at this point. At this point, the only ones who weren’t aware that Jay and I whatever we may be were more than friends, was Jay and me.

“Just like that?”

“What more do you need. I got you and you got me. Let’s go, right now. We can get some dinner and head back to my place for movie night, maybe dessert,” his eyebrows wiggled at the end and a loud laugh slipped passed my lips.

“Have you no shame, Mr. Todd?” I smiled.

“Not with you, doll,” he winked.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Let’s go.”

He stood up first and offered me his arm as we slowly slipped from the center of the room towards an exit.

“(Y/n)!” I heard someone shout and Jason stared at me as I stared into the crowd.

“Run,” I whispered pushing him, hastily, towards the exit.

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Wait, doll. You plus running in heels will only end badly,” he said stopping me.

One hand came up to his shoulder as the other slipped to my ankle and pulled the tie loose. Quickly I undid the other and as I let go of Jay I heard my name once more.

“Run,” He agreed to grab my hand and pulling me along.

We weaved through the remaining crowds before we got to the door. As we went through Bruce made eye contact with us before raising an eyebrow. My name was shouted once more and Bruce sent me “go,” as he stepped towards the source. I felt like a teenager all over again as Jay and I ran, we were a laughing mess as we stumbled into the elevator.

Catching our breath we faced each other Jay’s hand was still firmly grasping mine. Looking up into his eyes I found him staring at me. “Is this for real?” I asked watching him carefully.

“You and I have always been real, (y/n),” he muttered as a thumb brushed against my cheekbone.

“Is this date for real?” I restated.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “Yeah, it is.”

A smile broke my lips as the elevator dinged. We stepped out and I saw Jason’s bike, “Oh hell no,” I said stopping him.

“C’mon you’ve ridden on my bike before,” he teased.

“Not in an expensive dress,” I counter.

“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning,” he winked sitting down on the bike.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip before I felt myself give in and get on behind him. He handed me his helmet and my arms wrapped around his torso, holding tight onto the edge of his tuxedo jacket. He didn’t have to ask and I didn’t have to offer where to go, we went where we always go. Maeve’s Dinner on 4th avenue, Miss M was the nicest lady you’d ever meet and her husband Joe was just as wonderful. Jay and I had stumbled into their dinner years ago when trying our best to avoid the rain that had suddenly started dumping.

Jason pulled up into a parking spot and together we walked in, the small bell ringing as Jay opened the door for me.

“I’ll be with-” Miss M began before catching sight of us. “Oh, you two, go ‘head your tables open,” she waved at us.

“Our table,” I mused aloud.

“Honestly, nobody eats here as much as we do. And we only ever eat right here, in this booth,” he smirked sliding across from me.

“True,” I laughed.

A few minutes later Miss M came by and gave Jay a beer and me an iced tea, the same thing we always ordered.

“Thank you, Miss M,” I smiled up to the kind old lady.

“Anything for you two sugars, I sent your orders in already, anything else?” she asked and Jay and I shared a look. We both had made our way through the entire menu together before deciding on what we like the best, it soon became our “usual”.

“Nah, I think we’re good,” Jay answered.

“Alrighty,” she laughed before walking off.

I turned back to Jason and saw he was once again staring at me, I could only stare back.

“(Y/n), you know I wasn’t trying to be demanding when I-” he began as if he owed me an explanation, but I cut him off.

I leaned across the table moving our drinks out of the way before grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.

“Just kiss me,” I whispered as we got close enough, and he did.

After everything the two of us had been through, after years of being in love with each other and years of simply being there, this was the only step left for us to take.

However, off by the kitchen counter, the two didn’t know but Joe and Maeve had watched the interaction, had seen the kiss.

“Lord at last,” Joe laughed, shaking his head.

“Hush, now baby. Let the sugars enjoy their moment,” She smiled at her husband. “And make ‘em a milkshake on the house.”

“Yes ma’am, what flavor?” he asked tapping the counter.

“For those two,” she began looking at the two twenty-something-year-olds. “Only chocolate would suffice.”

[brideofkylosolo]

Updated Fanfic

I (finally) made the edits to my Adam Sackler fanfic so without further ado, here’s da smut:

Daddy’s Lil’ Monster

Girls fic (Adam X OC)

Adam is madly in love with his new girlfriend Piper and is certain she may be the one.  Things take a sudden turn when he runs into her old boyfriend and their relationship is put to the test when something from her past is revealed.

Warnings: talk of violence/rape, angst, fluffy cuteness, swearing (so much swearing), NSFW

    “Fuck I need to get laid so bad!” Adam whined.  “I swear my nuts are gonna fucking fall off.”

    Brad rolled his eyes at his friends over dramatic moans about his sex life.   He swore, ever since he broke up with Hannah (or was it Jessa?), Adam had become more annoying; not that he wasn’t to begin with.

    “What about Jessa?  Your ex?” he asked as he took a bite of a fry.  “Bet she’d be up for a fuck.”

    “No,” Adam said.  “Jessa and I are pretty much done.”

    “Hannah?”

    “Hell fucking no!  Not Hannah, not Jessa, not ANY of my fucking exes.”

    “Well that leaves out the better part of Brooklyn,” Brad mused.

    Adam shot him a look.

    “Well, face it, dude,” Brad said.   “You do have a reputation of sleeping around and leaving the next day. You’re a certified man whore.”

    Adam glared at him and was about to tell his buddy off when suddenly Brad’s attention went to a girl with black hair with red tips wearing a cute red dress with heels walking up to the counter.

    “Piper?” Brad called out.  The girl turned.  “Hey, Piper! Long time no see!”

    “Brad?” the girl (Piper) said.  “Shit, I thought that was you.  How you’ve been?”

    “Good.  Been keeping busy with work and shit, the usual.”

    Adam pursed his lips together awkwardly as he eyed the girl.

    “Oh, this is Adam Sackler.  I know him from a play I did a few years ago.  Adam, this is Piper Dawson.  We went to college together.”

    The two shook hands.  Piper raised her eyebrows.  “Weren’t you in that play not too long ago at that little theater off Howard Street? Equus wasn’t it?”

    “Uh, yeah I was,” Adam replied.  “You actually saw it?”

    Piper nodded.  “You were really good.”

    Adam blushed slightly and smiled.  “Thanks.”

    Piper returned the smile.  “It was nice running into you Brad but I got to get back to the office. Um, it was nice meeting you, Adam.” She touched Adam left arm and hurried off.  He smiled.

    Brad raised his eyebrows.  He knew that look on Adam’s face all too well.

 *************

    Adam needed something to take his mind of all the shit that was happening.  His audition didn’t go well at all, he nearly got hit by a taxi, he dropped his coffee, and to top it all off, he had forgotten his jacket.  Plus it was starting to rain and of fucking course he forgot his umbrella.

    He grumbled curses under his breath as he walked into the used bookstore, getting a few odd looks from customers.  He quickly darted towards the back and began looking at the shelves.  He really didn’t have any certain book in mind just wanted something to read, to get his mind off this shitty day.

    He crouched down to grab a book on the bottom shelf and a familiar woman with black hair with red tips walked by him looking at the other shelf. Adam paused, looking at her.

    “Piper?” he asked her.

    The women looked at him slightly confused.  Her eyes then widened as she recognized him.  “Adam, right?  Hey, how are you?”

    Adam stood up.  “Doing good. Just, ya know, getting some reading material.”

Piper smiled.  “You look a little wet.”

Adam grinned, blushing a little.  “Yeah I kinda got caught in the damn rain.  Forgot my fucking umbrella.  So, you’re getting some books too?”

“Yeah, just a few,” Piper replied.

Adam cranked his neck to look at the titles in her arms.

“The Handmaid’s Tale, The Uninvited, the Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft, and How to Be a Woman?” Adam mused out loud.

Piper chuckled and adjusted the pile in her arms.  “Not exactly intellectual reading, I know.  But hey, it gets me through those lonely nights in my apartment by myself.  Well, that and horror movies.”  She looked at the book in Adam’s hand.  “Warm Bodies?”

“Yeah,” Adam said with an embarrassing chuckle.  “I figured the movie wasn’t half bad I might as well give the book a go. Plus, hell, zombies, ya know.”

Piper returned the laugh.  “I hear you. Nothing like a good zombie book.”

Adam thought Piper was definitely pretty.  Fuck no, she was drop dead fucking gorgeous.  Her face was stunning, with pale skin, a cute nose, and sexy lips painted bright red.  Her eyes were a bright blue, and framed by black cat’s eye glasses (was she wearing those the first time he saw her?).  Her jet black hair had deep red tips and was slightly curled; it was pulled away from her face with a hair clip.  She was dressed in simple jeans and a black and white striped shirt that hugged her curves; she wore black Converses and had a black bomber style hoodie.  She definitely had a style all her own and she fucking rocked it.  She didn’t look like most girls in New York.  Fuck, thought Adam.  She looks amazing.

“Hey, if you’re not doing anything later, do you wanna, hell I don’t know, get some pizza or some shit?” Adam asked as he ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair.  “I know this place not too far here that’s pretty good.”

“Sure,” Piper said with a smile.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Adam smiled.  “Great”

Before long they were sitting in a booth in a tiny hole in the wall joint sharing a large sausage and mushroom pizza with extra cheese.  They quickly found out they shared much more in common than the same pizza toppings.  They both loved zombie movies (Night of the Living Dead easily topping both of their lists), had the same weird slightly deranged sense of humor, both loved haunted and abandoned places (Piper couldn’t believe Adam had never heard of the abandoned subway system right in NYC), and they both loved obscure random things (Adam raved about his favorite store near his apartment that he swore sold witchcraft stuff that none of his friends would go into with him).  They also didn’t drink, liked to go jogging, and loved Nathan’s hot dogs (with chili and cheese of course).  Adam told her all about his dream to make it big in New York as an actor (a serious one, not some smuck who did lowbrow stuff).  Piper told him about her love of comics (her favorite writer was Grant Morrison and she LOVED Harley Quinn) and how she was working as a secretary at a travel agency, but only until she got a job at DC comics; she even showed Adam some of her sketches and Adam reassured her she’d be famous in no time (“Fuck, that’s way better than the shit I draw!”).

Before they knew it, the owner was starting to give them looks (had they really been there for over three and a half hours?) and they left.  Neither of them wanted to really go home so they just wandered around Brooklyn, still talking.

“I still can’t believe you saw that play I did on Howard Street,” Adam commented as they walked.  “Shit, I didn’t think anybody went to that.  Plus I was fucking horrible in that.”

“No, you were amazing, really,” Piper said.  “You really brought that guys character to life.  That nightmare scene was fucking amazing.”

Adam blushed with a smile.  He was used to girls (and a few guys) gushing over him, telling him how sexy, and talented he was but he knew those were just hallow compliments made in hopes he’d be eager to fuck them.  Piper’s compliments were real though.  He could tell she was genuine, that she wasn’t just saying things to fuck him. Not that he’d be against the idea.

Piper giggled.

Adam gave her a funny look. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said.  “Just think it’s kind of cute how every time I give you a compliment, you turn about twenty shades of red.  Do people never give you compliments?”

“No,” Adam replied.  “Fuck if anything, I get too many of them.  Yours are, well different.”

Piper raised her eyebrows.

“Fuck I didn’t mean it like that!” he exclaimed.  Shit, not even done with the first date and he was already fucking things up.

Piper just smiled.  “Adam, relax. I get it.”

It was Adam’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

Piper playfully hit his arm.  “Oh shut up, you fucking dweeb!”

The two of them sat on a bench.

“What I mean is, well, my last I guess what you call serious relationship was mostly just, well empty.  The asshole pretty much just wanted to bone me so he said what he’d thought would make me want to fuck him.”  She groaned and shook her head, her curls bouncy on Adam’s shoulder.  “Fuck, can’t believe I just told you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“First Date 101: never tell the guy about your ex or how he wanted to fuck you. Its right up there with don’t tell a guy you want to have babies really soon and that you’re in a cult.”

“Wait, you’re in a cult?”

“Fucking hell!”  She rolled her eyes at him.  “Yes, yes I’m in a cult.  We worship cheese and have orgies while smearing butter on each other.”

“Cheese is pretty good,” Adam remarked pretending to be deep in thought. “Especially feta.”

Piper pinched his side, making him laugh.  “You fucking meatball.”

“Meatball?” Adam repeated.  “Eh, not the worst I’ve been called.”

Piper groaned.  She took his left hand in her right one, her fingers laced through his large ones. She gave it a squeeze and rested her head on his left shoulder.  “Oh, Adam Sackler, whatever is a girl like me to do with you?”

They sat in silence, soon figuring they both needed to get home before more rain came.

“Here’s my place,” Piper said as they stopped in front of nondescript apartment building.  “I really had a great time today.  Thanks for the pizza and stuff.”

“No problem,” Adam said.  God, he so wanted to kiss her but at the same time didn’t want to fuck things up by jumping into things too fast.  What was his deal?  He never missed a chance to make out with a hot chick (no, Piper was not just some random chick, she was special) and eventually they’d end up in her or his bed fucking like rabbits well into the night. Then they’d part ways the next morning over coffee and breakfast with promises to see each other again but they never would since that apparently wasn’t his style.  He was notorious for his one night stands.  But Adam didn’t want that to happen; he wanted to see Piper again.  He wanted to take her to the movies, to all the places Jessa, Hannah and the others didn’t want to go to.  He wanted to just walk around or explore some abandoned place with her, just actually just spend time with her.  He actually wanted a real fucking relationship with her, not his usual “fuck buddies” type.  He never wanted that with any girl he dated.  The fuck was going on with him?

The stood there for a few awkward minutes.  “So, um, there’s this exhibit at a gallery near my work.  Some photographer is showing a few of his pieces. Landscape and buildings type stuff. Do you, um, I don’t know, wanna go tomorrow?”

Adam smiled.  “Yeah, I love to.  I mean, I don’t have anything going on so, so yeah, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great, I’ll give you my number and you can give me a call or text me or something.”

She put her number in his cell phone and he put his into hers.  Piper adjusted her tote bag.

“Thanks again for dinner.”  She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on his left cheek.  “G’night.”  She hurried up the stairs and into the building.

“Night,” Adam called after her.  He grinned as she disappeared behind the building doors, giving him a quick wave as she walked in.  “FUCK YEAH!” he exclaimed as he pumped his fist into the air and headed home.

*************

“Shit, you look happy as fuck,” Ray commented as him, Adam, and Brad walked towards their favorite record shop.  “You finally get your ass laid?”

“Shut up,” Adam retorted as they walked inside the shop.

Brad raised his eyebrow.  “You and Piper haven’t fucked yet?  Damn, I thought you’d be all over her after you ran into her at that bookstore.  That you two be fucking like animals.”

“Piper?” Ray asked.  “You got a new fuck buddy, huh Sackler?”

“Piper is not a fuck buddy,” Adam replied as he started to thumb through a crate of records.  “And not that it’s any of your business, but no, we have not fucked like animals, as you so eloquently put it.”

“Damn, this has to be a new record,” Ray mused.  “Sackler meets a hot chick and three weeks later she still hasn’t rode his cock.  You starting to lose your touch?”

“I’m about to punch you if that’s what you mean,” Adam said as he glared at his friend.

They weren’t wrong though.  Adam and Piper had been dating for over three weeks now and still haven’t slept together. Sure they spent time at each other’s places and even made out on a few occasions but it never went beyond that. And Adam was just fine with that. He was actually just fine with it.

“Yo, Brad!” a voice boomed.

“Oh, hey Chad,” Brad said.  “How’s it going?”

“Not bad.”

“Oh this is Adam and Ray.  Guys, this is Chad Paul.  We roomed together for a bit.”

Chad greeted them with handshakes.  Ray looked like he recognized him but didn’t say a word.

“Say, have you heard from Piper?”

Adam’s ears perked up.

“Piper?  No man I haven’t.”  Brad said. “Why you ask?”

“I just tried texting her a few days ago and she never got back to me. Just wanted to talk to her, see how she is, that’s all.”

“I’m sure Adam can pass a message to her.”

Chad looked confused.  “You know Piper?  Piper Dawson?”

“Uh, yeah,” Adam said.  “I mean, we’ve gone out a few times.  Suppose to have dinner with her later.”

“Oh, so you’re seeing her?” Chad said, his demeanor changing.  “Well, good luck with that.”

“The fuck does that mean?”  Adam asked giving the other man a confused look.

“Well, she’s you know, a sort of crazy type of girl,” Chad replied.

Adam’s gaze darkened.  “I’m not too clear what you mean by crazy.”

“Oh, you know, she tends to exaggerate about what really happened while we went out.  You know how girls are sometimes.”

Ray and Brad exchanged looks.  They knew Adam had a temper like no other and didn’t need, nor wanted to, break up a fight in the middle of a store.

“Anyway, I better get going.”  Chad turned to Brad.  “We’ll have to hit up a Weston’s for a drink sometime.”

“Yeah,” Brad said with an uneasy smile and Chad walked away.

“Well that guy was an ass,” Ray commented.

“What the fuck was he talking about?” Adam asked.

“About Piper?” Brad asked.  “They had a nasty break up.  Something happened.  Whatever, just don’t worry about it.”

    Adam couldn’t help but worry.

*************

    Adam took several deep breaths as he slowly climbed the stairs to Piper’s apartment.  The conversation with Chad was still fresh on his mind and he was trying to work through what he was told.  He soon reached her door and knocked.  Piper soon answered it still wearing her pajamas even though it was well into the afternoon, a fitted blue shirt and matching bottoms.  Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head.

    “Adam!  Hey, I thought you were hanging out with your friends today.”

    Adam shrugged his shoulders.  “We got done a little early.”

    Piper furrowed her eyebrows at his demeanor.  “Well, come in.  Sorry, the place is a mess.  I haven’t gotten around to picking things up.”

    Adam walked into Piper’s tiny junior apartment, hung his jacket up on the hanging coat rack, and plopped down on her couch, his gazed fixed ahead at the TV; some black and white movie was on the screen.  It wasn’t much bigger than 600 or so square feet but it was roomy enough for her.  Piper’s “weird” style was evident in the various posters of Betty Page and Harley Quinn on the walls amid IKEA furniture made her place seem, well, homey.

    “How has your day been?” Piper asked as she went into the fridge to get Adam a bottle of water.

    “Fine,” Adam said in a flat tone.  “We ran into your ex at the record store.”

    Piper tensed at hearing that news.  “You did?”

    “Chad, think his name was.”

    Piper set the water bottle down on the counter and rested her hands on the edge.  “What did he say?  No wait, let me guess.  Was it that I’m a lying bitch, a slut who can’t get enough dick, or a psycho that needs to be locked up?”  

    Adam looked at her in confusion.  He wasn’t quite sure what to make of Piper’s bold reply.

    “Or was it all three?” added Piper, her fists balling up in a rage Adam had never seen from her.  “That seems to be what he told our friends, or rather his friends when I left him.”

    Adam was getting more confused.  “You dumped him?”

    Now it was Piper’s turn to be confused.  “Yes!  What did you think happened?”

“I don’t fucking know!  That you cheated on him!  That you were married to him! That you’re still married to him!  That you guys broke up and still fuck each other behind my back! You really haven’t given me a whole fucking lot to go on!”

“That I fuck him behind your back?!?!?!  Jesus fucking Christ!  Adam, he raped and tried to fucking kill me!”

    Adam was floored.  “He fucking what?”

    Piper took a deep breath and went into her bedroom.  She returned with a folder and tossed it on the coffee table in front of Adam, sitting down in the blue chair next to the couch.

    “Go on and fucking read it,” she said as she started to cry, not looking at Adam.  Her arms crossed in front of her.  He could tell she was really pissed at him.  He knew something wasn’t right.

    Adam opened the folder and picked up the piece of paper on top. It was a police report.  He started to read it and felt sick to his stomach.  The report detailed how Chad repeatedly raped Piper.  How when she fought him, he punched her, breaking her nose and nearly breaking her cheekbone.  Adam could barely get through all five pages.

    “There’s some lovely pictures in there of me as well,” Piper added in a dead tone.

    Adam saw them.  He felt vomit creep up his throat at the one of Piper’s face.  At least he thought it was her; he honestly couldn’t tell considering how bruised and bloody it was.

    Adam was speechless.

    “He was pissed after I “embarrassed” him at a party,” Piper stated, her tears falling silently down her face.  “He couldn’t believe I would dare yell at him for dangling me over a six-story fire escape in front of his friends.  It’s not like he didn’t know I hate heights.”

    “He went to jail though, right?”

    “For two months.  The fucking judge said Chad didn’t deserve to have his life fucked up over one stupid argument that just got out of hand.  Said I should have just left him the first time he hit me.”  She wiped a tear away.  “Fuck.  I just knew this was fucking going to happen.  I knew that this was all going to go to fucking hell.”

    “What are you talking about?”

    “This.  Us,” Piper said as the tears start to fall faster.  “Every single time I start dating and the guy finds out about Chad or what happened, it’s fucking over.  They just ghost me like I’ve got the fucking plague.  I’m just the fucking crazy ex who lied about what he did to me cause a guy like Chad would never do something like that.  Forget that I had bruises and shit.  Fuck, even most of my friends didn’t believe me when they found out.  I fucking lost everyone.”

    “Babe,” Adam breathed and went to hug her.  Piper stood up to run and he grabbed onto her elbow.  She recoiled at his touch, pulling away from his hand.

    “No,” Held up her hands.  “Just please no.  Just don’t fucking touch me!”  She bolted into her room before Adam could grab her again.

“Piper wait!” he yelled after her as he heard her closet door slam.  

    Adam let out a string of curses and followed her.  He jiggled the closet door but it wouldn’t budge.

    “Piper?” he called to her as he gently knocked on the door. “Come on kid, let me in.”

    “Go away, Adam!” came her muffled reply.  

    “Come on, please?” Adam persisted.

    “Go.  The. FUCK. AWAY!”

    Adam grimaced at her words.  He knew she was hurting and it was starting to fucking hurt him as well. God, he just wanted to hug her, to make her pain go away.

    He leaned closer to the door.  “They’re coming to get you, Barbara,” he said in his best creepy voice.

    “Go fuck yourself, Adam Sackler!”

    Adam rested his forehead against the door with a chuckle. “Ok, I deserved that.”

    Adam turned around and sat at the base of the door, he broad shoulders resting against the door.

    “You know I can sit here all night if I have to,” he casually called out.

    Piper didn’t reply.  All Adam could hear was her sobs.  God fucking damnit, he just wanted to hug her, to tell her he wasn’t going anywhere.  He knew if he wanted to, he could bust the door down and drag her out but given her state of mind at the moment, he decided against that; it would certainly make things a hell of a lot worse.

    Adam sighed and leaned his head back against the door.  “What happened wasn’t your fault, babe.  Chad’s a fucking asshole who deserves to have his dick chopped off and fed to rats for what he did to you.  And those bastards that left you once they found out?  Fuck them too.  Fuck everyone who didn’t believe you or hurt you.  They deserve to rot in hell.”

    Adam closed his own eyes, his own eyes welling up with tears. “Look, I know I can’t erase what happened to you.  Fuck, I wish I could though.  But I fucking promise you one thing: I’m not going anywhere so looks like you’re stuck with me for a while, kid.”  He managed a weak smile.  “I love you. Fucking hell, I love you!  And I honestly don’t say that too often. You’re the best thing to happen to me since, fuck if I know when.  And I fucking swear I’m going do whatever I can for you.  I’m here for the fucking long run, I promise you.”

    The door behind him suddenly opened and Adam fell backwards landing on his back.  Piper was looking down at him with tear-stained eyes.

    “You know the view from here isn’t too bad,” Adam remarked as he looked up at her with a smile.

    Piper returned his smile.  “You are such an idiot, Adam Sackler,” she retorted as she sat back down.

    “But you gotta admit I’m a cute one.”

    She lifted Adam’s head and placed it in her lap, running her fingers through his shoulder-length hair.  “Fine, I’ll give you that.”

    The two of them sat in silence for a while, Piper running her fingers through Adam’s dark hair with her left hand while he held her right.

    “You know that tattoo I was talking about getting last week?” Piper hesitantly said.

    “Yeah?”

    “I got it.”

    Adam flashed a smirk.  “You didn’t.”

    Piper nodded and leaned back, lowering the waist of her pajama pants to reveal three diamonds, one in black two in red on her hip, just above her panty line covered in a clear film.

    Adam turned his head to look at it and his eyes got wide. “Isn’t that what Harley Quin has on her leg?”

    Piper nodded.  “Do you like it?”

    Adam nodded.  “Fuck yeah.”

    “It’s still healing so I gotta keep the clear bandage on it for a little longer,” she explained.

    Adam had never wanted to get a tattoo; he was worried it would hurt his chances of getting certain roles.  Not that he had anything against them though.  He had dated (and slept with) lots of girls with tattoos.  He even found them kind of sexy, to be honest.

    He gently ran his left finger over the image.  Piper winced a little.

    “Does that hurt?” he asked.

    “A little bit.”

    “How about this?” Adam asked then leaned in and kissed it.

    Piper started to hiss but soon moaned at the feeling of Adam’s lips on her skin.  “Fuck.”

    Adam deepened his kiss, Piper starting to squirm a little in pleasure.

    Adam pulled away.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

    “You didn’t,” Piper replied.

    Adam gave her a funny look.  Piper playfully smacked Adam’s arm.  “Shut up, you weirdo.”

    “Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he said with a chuckle.

Adam reached up and moved a stray piece away from her face.  Piper took his hand in hers and kissed his palm.  She then leaned down and kissed him on the lips. He melted into it, subconsciously pushing himself up.  Piper cradled his head in her hands, her fingers entangled in his hair.  Adam tentatively reached up and cradled her face with his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheek; he started to moan as did she.

Piper straddled him and deepened the kiss.  She slowly raised herself to meet his kiss, balancing on her knees. Adam felt himself getting turned on; very turned on.  He slowly moved his left hand to her lower back and up her shirt, gently massaging her. Piper moaned louder.

Adam pulled away, his breath in short gasps.  “Piper, kid, are you okay to do this?”

Piper nodded.  “Yes,” she whispered.  “I am.”

Adam picked her up and gently carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back.  He gently kissed her on the lips.  As much as he wanted to tear off her clothes and just fuck her with raw abandon, he didn’t want to hurt her, especially after what her last ex did to her.  No, he was going to make sure he didn’t fuck this up; he was going to make absolutely sure he did it right.

Piper reached up and placed her hands on his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.   He felt her hands slowly travel to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Adam’s right hand traveled to the top of Piper’s pajamas and slowly pulled them down exposing her pink boyshorts; she arched her back and moaned.  Her hands went to the waist of his jeans and fumbled with his belt.  He felt himself start to get hard, really hard.

Piper slide Adam’s jeans off his hips and ran her fingers up his muscular abs. “Fuck,” he breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

Piper continued to kiss Adam’s jawline, her hands running through his dark hair.  She pressed her pelvis into his.  God, she wanted him so bad.  She reached up and gently touched him through his underwear with her right hand, her fingertips slowly tracing his length.  Adam shuddered and felt himself get harder.

With shaky hands, Adam slowly touched Piper’s hips, his fingers grazing along the hem of her underwear.  He wanted to rip the fabric away but the worry of making her uncomfortable or hurting her prevented him from going his normal fast pace.

Piper slowly reached into his black underwear and ran her fingers along his sex. Adam hitched his breath as the touch sent jolts up his spine; he gripped the sheets.  It felt fucking wonderful.

Piper giggled at his reaction.  She could tell he was eager to fuck her and she was eager to fuck as well.  God, she wanted him so badly.  She gently took his right hand and guided it between her thighs. His large fingers gingerly touched her and she let out a tiny moan.

Adam slowly slipped his fingers past the hem of her boyshorts and the tip of his middle finger touched her nub.  She let out a gasp and arched her back.

“Oh, God yes,” she whimpered as she closed her eyes and gripped the sheets next to her in bliss.

Adam gingerly touched the spot again; Piper let out another whimper and arched her back.  “Oh fuck!”

Adam licked his lips and softly pushed his finger against her bud again sending another wave of ecstasy up her body.  “Oh fuck me!” she moaned.

Adam took a deep breath and softly kissed Piper on the lips, slowly removing her pink underwear.  He carefully positioned himself at her entrance.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” Piper breathless said.

“Positive?  Cause I can stop if you want.”

“For fuck’s sake!  I swear Adam if you don’t hurry up and stick your goddamned dick in me, I’m going to handcuff you to this fucking bed and have my way with you!”

Adam looked at her in slight confusion.  “You really have a pair of handcuffs?”

“No,” Piper huffed as she crossed her arms.

Adam looked at her like he didn’t believe her.

“Maybe.”  Piper covered her face with her hands.  “Ok fine, yes I have a pair!”

“If you really want to,” Adam said, “I’d be ok with letting you handcuff me and, you know, do whatever you want.”

Piper uncovered her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.  “Are you serious?”

Adam nodded.  He held both his hands up and pouted, flashing his best puppy dog eyes.

Piper giggled.  She reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a pair of plastic, fuzzy pink handcuffs.  Adam lay down were Piper was and she straddled his stomach.  She attached one cuff to his left wrist, raised it above his head, looping the cuff through the metal headboard and attached the other cuff to his right wrist.

She moved down, positioning herself so that Adam’s erection was at her entrance and slowly lowered herself on to his throbbing erection, moaning in pleasure as she settled.  She rested her hands on his stomach and ever so slowly raised and lowered her hips gradually increasing her pace.

Adam nibbled on his lower lip at the sight of Piper riding his length, her head thrown back in bliss.  He swore it was the most fucking beautiful sight he’d ever seen.  He was definitely more the type of guy to take the reins, so to speak, whenever he had sex but holy fucking shit, this was amazing.  He could get used to having Piper ride him cowgirl style real easy.

Piper ran her fingers upwards and rested her hands on Adam’s pecs as she nibbled her bottom lip, her hips moving at a more fevered pace.

Adam balled his fists around the plastic cuffs in pure bliss at the way Piper’s pussy felt around his cock; he soon felt the cheap plastic chain give way releasing his hands.  He placed his hands with the handcuffs still around his wrists on Piper’s hips as she grinded her hips.  “Fuck,” Adam groaned feeling himself come close to orgasm.

She leaned forward and gripped the headboard to get a better leverage, never once breaking her movements.  “Oh god! I’m gonna, I’m gonna…  FUCK!!!!”

Piper let out a throaty moan as she came, her canal tightening around Adam’s erection.  He soon followed, letting out his own blissful moan as he came and came hard.

Piper collapsed on Adam’s chest, trying to catch her breath.  She rolled over onto her back.  “Holy fuck, that was amazing!”

Adam just nodded his agreement his mind still reeling from what very well was the best fuck he’d had in a long time.

Piper gently poked Adam’s face.  “You still alive?”

Adam giggled.  “Yeah, just, holy fucking shitballs, that was fucking incredible.”

    “Yeah, it was,” Piper agreed with a content sigh.  It had been a while since she had a really good fuck. Her luck on the dating front was pretty much shit since most guys didn’t stay long after they found out about her past. The fact that Adam didn’t bolt once she told him had to mean something, right?

    Adam held up his right hand with the broken handcuff still attached to it and let out a snort.

    Piper laughed and dangled Adam’s hand by the broken plastic chain. “Least we got one use out of them,” she said as she unhooked them, tossing them to the floor.

    She snuggled against Adam’s broad chest, breathing in his sweat musky scent.  Adam rested his cheek against the top of her head, gently stroking her hair.  The two of them lay together on the bed, enjoying each other.

    “You hungry?” she asked suddenly.  “I could really go for some Chinese food.”

    “That does sound good,” Adam remarked with a smile.  How did he ever get so lucky to find such an amazing woman?

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Punk (Chap. 5)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2942

Warnings: Same as always

A/N:  FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error.  Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry!  Now, back to the story….

Abandoning Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner.  You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle.  “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled.  “You okay?” Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.

You heard Bucky snort from behind and winced. Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from Indiana Jones.  “He’s fine,” Bucky clapped him on the back.  “Not even you could crack this thick skull.”  

And with that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.

“Ay yo!  What the hell’s that mean?!” he hollered.  “And don’t touch my hair, man!”  Sam’s voice carried down the hallway as he chased your best friend.  A loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.

What does that mean? You asked yourself, thinking back to what Bucky’d said. ‘Not even you…’  What? Is that, like a fat thing?  Like yeah, you’re clearly big and round and wrecking ball shaped so one might think that you’d be able to smash Sam’s bird brain like melon but…what?  Or like, you’re almost, not quite, rhino sized but if you keep going for a lil’ bit longer you’ll get there?    

You shook your head angrily at yourself.  No, Bucky doesn’t think those things.  You think those things.  The nasty little gremlin in your head who stood over your shoulder when you looked in the mirror and parroted nasty thoughts and held a magnifying glass to every flaw.  But what if all of the terrible things you thought were true.  And what if Bucky could see them?  What if everybody could see them?  What if they all whispered about it behind your back saying, “Poor Y/N, no wonder she’s alone.  Look at her.  She’s so fat and ugly.  Too big to be desired.”  Just the thought of what the others might secretly think of you made your heart clench painfully.

Moving on autopilot as those nasty thoughts swirled around in your head, you found yourself standing gloomily in front of Natasha’s room.  You twisted the handle and swung the door open, ready to declare defeat for a night that hadn’t even started, but you pulled up short at the sight before your eyes.

Clint and Natasha were standing in a passionate embrace next to the redhead’s bed.  Her arms were wrapped around his neck while his hands cradled her face.  They moved slowly, lost in the moment of being together and kissing so intimately.  You leaned against the doorframe watching them for a minute.  That was what you wanted with Bucky.  To be held close like he couldn’t get enough of you.  To pour your heart into a kiss and have it returned tenfold.    You sighed softly at their love.  Seeing them, two people who deserved love more than anything, well, you’d admit to turning into a big old mush.  They were your OTP.  You shipped ‘em—hard.  

Nat pulled away from Clint’s, her lips brushing his as she spoke.  “We know you’re there,” she said, not looking at you.  

Clint smiled against her lips and you couldn’t help the goofy grin spreading across your face at his actions.  “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi guys.  Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly.  And suddenly you remembered.  “Oh shit! Sorry.  You’re sayin’ bye! I’ll just—I’ll come back.  Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“It’s fine, kiddo,” Clint replied stepping away from Natasha slightly to look at you.  “I don’t leave until 5am anyway.”  He, Thor, and Vision were leaving for New Mexico on a mission. Something about drug cartels or the Roswell incident…you hadn’t been listening at dinner and, admittedly, you knew like two things about New Mexico…was the Grand Canyon there?  Or in Arizona?…Nevada?  Note to self: Google shit later.

The archer moved to the bed to pack more things into his go-bag.  He looked down at his watch, prompting you to go the same.  10:30.  Shit.  “Alright, you two, about this ‘girls nite’,” he adopted his ‘serious’ voice and glanced between you and Nat, which only made you snicker and Nat roll her eyes.  Clint ignored you both and continued.  “You,” he pointed to Nat.  “Do not kill anyone.  Drunk men hitting on you deserve to be maimed, not murdered.”  

“What if they touch me?” Nat teased.  “Is violence permitted then?”

Clint pretended to think about it.  “As an Avenger, I frown upon it.  As your boyfriend?…well, just don’t get caught, babe.”  He gave her a playful wink which made her grin devilishly.  “And you,” he rounded onto you.

“‘Be Natasha’s alibi,” you replied with a little goody-two-shoes sass.  “Have the getaway car ready to go with fake passports in the glove department—”

“No setting anything on fire, no starting bar fights, no ritual Satanic sacrifices of any kind,” he spoke over you, ticking off his fingers,  and you weren’t sure how he managed to keep a straight face because you’re cheeks were puffed trying to keep gales of laughter from pouring out.  

“I make no promises,” you snickered.

“And try not to break any hearts while you’re out there, kid.”  He gave you wink.

“Ugh, okay, that one I can promise.”  You rolled your eyes.

Nat, having moved to the closet to collect an outfit and some makeup, materialized at you side.  She leaned in to whisper in your ear while Clint was distracted rolling a pair of socks into tiny all for his bag.  “I know that look, Y/N.  We’re not cancelling.  You’ll be fine.  It’ll be fun.”

Blast her and her stupid spidey senses!  How could she possibly know that you were planning on backing out and spending the remainder of the evening playing Call of Duty and drinking cocoa?  Nat hooked her arm through yours, leaned in to give Clint another kiss goodbye before warning him to come back to her safe and sound, and then marched you back towards your room where you were subjected to the tortuous task of making yourself look half way decent to be seen in public.

Tears were shed.  Curses were thrown.  Friendships abolished.  Mortal wounds were inflicted.  But, in the end, Wanda and Natasha had managed to get you dressed for the club.  They assured you over and over that you looked stunning in the three quarter sleeve, tea length dress but you honestly didn’t see it.  You felt exposed and vulnerable and kept tugging at the hem to pull it further down, fearing that your cellulite was on display and that with every step people could see your underwear.  And you weren’t used to wearing things that were so….form-fitting. You normally wore boys clothes.  Baggy sweaters with sleeves so long that you could curl your fingers around the edges.  T-shirts with graphics and movie quotes, images from your favourite fandoms.  Your socks never matched and usually had pictures of pizza slices or dinosaurs.  And your feet were usually kept nice in warm in combat boots or chucks.  None of this ‘stilettos’ crap.

Speaking of which.  “I feel like Bambi on ice, Wanda,” you whined as your ankles wobbled with each step in the ‘fuck me pumps’ Nat had smashed onto your toes.

“Stop complaining,” she replied.  “You look amazing.”  She whipped her phoned in front of you, forcing you to take a selfie with her.  You grimaced. Having your photo taken was one of your least favourite things.  You’d much rather take the photo than be in it.  She could put one of those pretty filters on it at least.  Something that got rid of your double chin and deemphasized the asymmetry of your face.  Preferably, a filter that evened out the plethora of skin tones your face was fond of sporting despite MACs best effort to conceal everything.   And even with all that expensive make up on you felt ugly. Like a clown and a liar.  This isn’t me.  This is a mask…Like a villain from Scooby Doo…

“Get outta here with that!”  You pushed the camera away and focused on not tripping on the sidewalk.  

“Are we there yet?”

“Yes,” Nat groaned stopping in front of a door. You had asked her that question about eleven times in the fifteen minute walk from the tower to the club.  And when you had protested and wanted to take a cab she said “you need practice walking in those heels” in her stupid, know-it-all voice.  She was right.  You did need practice.  Also. You needed new feet!  You were surely bleeding.  They’d have to be cut off.  Why the fuck do girls wear these things?!

The heavy bass music from the club assaulted your ears as the bouncers let you pass.  The lights were dimmed out over the dance floor but the bar was light up and crowded as people shark swarmed the bartenders, waving money for drinks.  

“Breathe,” Nat whispered in your ear.  She must’ve seen your eyes go wide as you took in the mass of beautiful people before you.  Women were decked out in short dresses, five inch heels, tits up and out looking like Victoria’s Secret models.  And…where they casting the next Magic Mike movie in here?  All of these guys looked like they’d stepped out of an Abercrombie Catalogue.  Where were the average looking people?  Where were the normal, regular shaped folk who didn’t look photo-shopped to perfection? What kinda club was this?

Why were all of these girls either short and petite or model tall and waifish?  It made you feel like Shrek.  Oh, fuck.  My dress is green.  Greaaaaat.  You crossed your arms over your stomach in attempt to make yourself feel smaller.  I don’t like this, I don’t like this, I don’t like this…

“You okay?”  Wanda handed you a cocktail.  

“Yeah, fine.  Good.  I’m good.” Do.  Not. Hyperventilate.  

She knew you were lying.  She was Wanda after all.  Why you even bothered was a mystery…probably just natural instinct; when in doubt, lie your ass off.  “Come on, you see anyone you like?  You can practice talking to boys here.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.  Pick a guy an’ practice what you’d want to say if he were Bucky,” Nat pipped in as she sipped her martini.  Just the thought of pretending to flirt with Bucky had your stomach in knots.

“I dunno.  It seems mean.  Flirtin’ with someone and just, I dunno.  Not likin’ ‘em,” you shouted over the beat.  “And I don’t even know what I’m doing anyway.  ”

“Just go over to,” Nat twirled around gathering intel of the men by the bar, “that guy.”  With a jut of her chin she pointed out a cute, stocky guy with short, light brown hair.  

“No, he’s—he’s probably not interested.  I don—I don’t wanna bother him,” you stammered. You could feel sweat gathering on your back and cursed under your breath.  Now that you were here, you didn’t think you could do this.  Sure, it sounded great in your head.  Practice makes perfect.  But what if this guy rejected you…like Bucky would…what if his face twisted with revulsion as you approached him? What is he just stares at you thinking ‘Great, the ugly chick is talking to me’?  No, you can’t handle that!  Rejection like that would kill you, you just knew it.  

You tugged on your neckline, fanning yourself. It was getting too hot in here; your face was flushed and every square inch of skin felt hot and clammy.  There was no way you could flirt with Bucky!  You couldn’t even flirt with Joe Schmo over there! But you had begged Nat to help you, recruited Wanda into the plan, interrupted their evenings. Backing out now wasn’t really an option.

The guy at the bar turned and happened to catch you staring at him during your mental freak out.   Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!  Stop looking! You, rather uncooly, averted your eyes and turned to re-join Nat and Wanda’s conversation only to see them slinking away from you.  Natasha mouthed ‘go!’ and pointed towards the bar while Wanda gave you an apologetic shrug and allowed herself to be lead off into the throng of dancing bodies.  Spinning quickly back to face the bar, hoping your face wasn’t frozen in mortification, you found your target.  The guy was still there with his friends.

So, you had two options: 1) stand in the middle of club, alone, looking like an idiot, or 2) go talk to that guy and make a fool of yourself.  Both sounded equally horrifying but right now you felt like every single eye in the club was on you, and not in a good way.  This is how the gladiators must’ve felt before they were eaten by lions, you mused.  Seeking the shelter of the bar, you meandered through a mob of people and forced yourself to go over to the him.

He was slightly shorter than you with your heels on, a small problem to some people, but to you, well, it made you feel like the Jolly Green Giant.  Guys liked girls who were tiny.  Little.  Small enough to pick up and carry around.  They want to be the big, brave protectors.  Your physique didn’t exactly allow for that, at least not with this dude.  But if Natasha saw you walk over here and not even attempt to flirt with him, she’d flay you alive; you liked your skin where it was thankyouverymuch.

You swirled the drink in your hand, trying to hype yourself up to make your move.  Aha!  Liquid courage!  Downing the glass in two quick gulps, you slammed it back down on the bar.  This caught the guy’s attention and you froze like a deer in headlights.  Line?  Line? What’s my line?

“Hey,” he said.

Oh thank god. “Hi.”

  Flirting should be a college course.  People should have to pass tests or get board certified before being permitted to attempt making advances on civilians. Why the hell don’t they teach these things in school?  What were you supposed to do with your hands?  Do you touch his arm?  What if he doesn’t like that?  Your dress doesn’t have pockets to jam them in—clearly a design flaw—and you’d already dropped two straws on the floor as you fiddled with them nervously.  

After the standard introductory greeting where you learned that his name was Ethan, you both lapsed into a silence which you assumed was becoming unbearably uncomfortable and, being the awkward turtle that you were, felt the need to fill it.

“So, uh,” you bumbled.  “D’you—” Don’t ask “d’you come here often?”! “—d’you…have…a…job?” Ohmygod kill me.

Ethan laughed and proceeded to tell you about accounting.  It went right over your head, like anything math related did.  But you smiled and nodded in what you hoped were all the right places.  And that was how it went.  An odd, uncomfortable conversation where you felt like you were conducting an interview and somehow intruding on his life.  He was perfectly polite, but you couldn’t tell if he was even interested let alone flirting, hell, you couldn’t even tell if you were flirting, or if he was just being a nice guy and putting up with the unsightly, annoying chick crashing his night out .  Luckily, your rescue came in the form of a cute little witch asking you to go dance.

“Nice to meet you,” you waved to Ethan as you followed Wanda into the chaos of the dance floor.  “Thanks, Wan.  I was dying out there.  This isn’t really my thing.”  Wanda rolled her eyes in amusement and tried to get you to gyrate your hips to the beat, but you merely stepped back.  “This isn’t my thing either.”  You were a dorky dancer; you danced to the Spice Girls, Mambo No.5, N’SYNC.  You head banged to Motely Crew, rapped to 50 Cent and Eminem.  You were not Beyoncé or Shakira.  You did not have sexy hip swivels; you did not drop it like it was hot. If you dropped it, it stayed down and shattered like Humpty Dumpty.

“How’d it go?”  Natasha walked up behind you and you quickly informed her of your less than stellar performance.  “Aw, it’s okay.  You just need to keep tryin’!  You didn’t burst into flames, Y/N.  He didn’t shove you away or look at you like you were something stuck to the bottom of his shoe,” she parroted back your earlier concerns.  “You can do this!  C’mon. Let’s find someone else.  You pick.”

Natasha gripped your shoulders and spun you about, forcing you to dance, and making you laugh in turn.  “Okay, okay!” you gave in.  She was sort of right after all.  That guy didn’t run screaming from the club when you went to talk to him. Maybe you could do this.

The darkness of the dancefloor didn’t really let you see anyone clearly so you angled yourself so that the people by the bar were in view.  “Okay, I pick—” Just then the crowd parted like the red sea and there he was, looking effortlessly gorgeous, like he’d been carved from marble and blessed by Aphrodite herself, leaning against a stool occupied by a very beautiful woman—“Bucky.”

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reading: wk50-52

3 weeks + 3 journal entries for how i was gonna start this post. in essence: goodbye 2020, my god has it been a rollercoaster, albeit one sloping gently downhill into familiar melancholy. i never thought i’d feel like this again, yet it’s like slipping into a warm ocean where i can float forever, safe in the salt and waves lapping at my face.

stay tuned a ‘best of 2020′ list and what i want to read next year that isn’t my damn textbooks. and maybe some personal updates depending on how much wine i drink this evening. happy new year, my loves.

week 50: penultimate week of o+g rotation: i would say the end is in sight but in fact i have lost all motivation, hate my degree (well, specifically, the course administration), had a breakdown outside my exam followed by the most embarrassing brain freeze ever during a panel discussion that i was speak on, took several days to reply to everyone about said exam breakdown, am convinced i will fail my 5th year exams, aaaand dealt with all of this by handpainting christmas cards all saturday. welcome 2 the fun house !

week 51: final week of placement: i struggled through the final week of my placement (literally popped into my placement for 2 hours to have a tutorial, get signed off, and collect my things), failed my mock osce, and went home. so unbelievably drained.

week 52: christmas & post-christmas liminality: feeling vaguely restored by the virtue of reading many books, watching many movies, curling up by the fire, eating many christmas cookies, and having barely any social interaction outside of my family and our cat and dog. still absolutely drained; still very terrified of my next placement and of failing this year. all i want is to move to a city where no one knows me and i can be something new, but alas. eighteen months until i graduate; forty-two until i finish my foundation programme and can truly set off into the big blue yonder of the world.

books

✩ The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo - Steig Larsson (finished) so i actually would have much preferred this to have kept its original swedish title, ‘män som hatar kvinnor’ (’men who hate women’) - it’d have been less manic pixie dream girl and more reflective of larsson’s point, even if larsson is v guilty of the former. it’s a good book - larsson’s grasp of plot is really excellent and i really enjoyed the twists and turns, even if the pacing of the big reveal was a little too rushed for my liking. however, i find his characters a little off - many of them are great, especially berger & henrik vanger, but i find blomkvist a little self-insert at times (he’s a financial journalist! but not like other financial journalists! and he has a sexy editor lady with whom he has an open relationship! and he sleeps with this cool hacker girl who immediately trusts him!), and lisbeth is...very ‘traumatised manic pixie cyberpunk girl’ if you ask me. which is a little uncomfortable. also not to mention the rape scene - which is vile. overall: good, intrigued to see if larsson will flesh lisbeth out to be less of a caricature in the sequels.

✩ The Orphan Master’s Son - Adam Johnson (finished) this book has lost none of its magic for me, absolutely none. if anything, re-reading it a few years later has made me appreciate so many things: the characters (even more than before! if that’s possible!!), the abject heartbreak of the second mate and his wife, the trip to texas (i got far more out of the political side this time), the relationships in the camps (the captain of the junma and li mongnan - hold me whilst my heart BREAKS), the way that johnson plays with narrative from the loudspeakers to the interrogator to the dreamlike quality of jun do’s own new life in pt 2. as a teenager, i was fascinated by the setting, the double-farce of the propaganda vs life, the passages about the second mate’s wife and her silken yellow dress - i thought that jun do was a bland narrator, which i now see couldn’t have been further from the truth. i have so, so much respect for johnson as an author and this book really is a formative part of who i am, in ways that i could not express.

✩ Dark Matter - Michelle Paver (finished) another re-read. michelle paver is the queen of ghost stories and things that go bump in the night (see: spirit walker in the chronicles of ancient darkness) - this book absolutely terrified me the first time that i read it, so i made a point of finishing it in the daytime this time. perhaps that’s why it didn’t hit as hard this time - it was less terrifying. however, really appreciating her choice to make the narrator gay, without ever making a deal out of it or naming it - it’s the lil things like working class arctic explorers being disgustingly in love with their charismatic expedition leaders, ya know? big fan. also huge fan of her descriptive prose - she is also the queen of arctic imagery. her prose, combined with the gorgeous black and white photos at the start of each chapter, have not helped my desire to sack it all off and go work as a doctor in the faroe islands or iceland.

✩ The Diet Myth - Spector (on hold) i left this book at uni bc i didn’t want to ruin my own christmas with his awful writing style, if you want an indication of how much i dislike this book.

✩ Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Caitlin Doughty (in progress) a christmas gift that i’m currently reading. i’m so morbid and am learning so much, although i feel like some of the chapters are burbling on with anecdotes but don’t hammer home many points (although maybe it’s bc as a medical student i’m less easily shocked than your average reader) - bit confused as to where we’re going but i’m along for the ride.

✩ Calling a Wolf a Wolf - Kaveh Akbar (in progress) beautiful. in progress - his imagery is quite beautiful but i struggle to sit and read poetry.

✩ The Secret History - Donna Tartt (in progress) re-read. i sink back into old books like familiar lovers, like hot baths. so much comfort.

films

✩ Dead Poets Society (1989) why were the deleted scenes deleted. WHY. rewatching it, i felt some of the character development and relationship development was a little rushed - yet the deleted scenes could have fixed that. WHY WERE WE ROBBED. as ever, emotionally devastated as someone who loves languages and books and words, but ultimately chose medicine and science. as ever, very very sad over neil perry and aching for todd anderson. newfound appreciation for meeks + dalton. that punch at the end? *chef’s kiss*

✩ Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) i am inducting my sisters into lotr and they are powerless to stop me.

✩ Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince (2009) my favourite of the hp movies.

✩ Atonement (2007) this film and i have a long history - i first saw the start of it many years ago, when i did not know what c*nt meant, so was understandably a little bit lost, but also keira knightley in that green dress was a true gay awakening moment. i love the cinematography - it’s so ridiculously dreamlike and gorgeous, and the set design for the house is just beautiful. as are keira knightley and james mcavoy. also, the soundtrack with the use of the typewriters and lighters as drumbeats - my GOD, so beautiful. the second half of the film felt very rushed to me - the reveal that some of it was briony’s fiction made sense, but it lacked the stunning quality of the first half, both plot-wise and camera-wise (although the dunkirk scene was brilliant; love a long, revolving camera pan). i particularly hated every scene with briony in it - v lacklustre - and also the scene with luc remembering cecilia, it just felt forced and gimmicky. the novel definitely wins out for me.

podcasts

i haven’t listened to any podcasts in a while, bar a few episodes of the magnus archives whilst cooking and running errands, BUT i did record one!! the episode will be up in the new year but we have a few back episodes on Right to Refuge, which covers refugee/asylum issues and is by the charity that i work for!

articles: medicine / nature

✩ Mass die-off of birds in south-western US 'caused by starvation' - Phoebe Weston, The Guardian

✩ Eradicating Female Genital Mutilation/Cutting: Human Rights-Based Approaches of Legislation, Education, and Community Empowerment - Williams-Breault (2018), Health Hum Rights i just finished my obstetrics & gynaecology rotation and was appalled by the prevalence of FGM/C in the UK and wanted to learn more. this article is truly excellent in terms of understanding cultural issues and barriers to ending FGM/C.

✩ Female Genital Mutilation: Health Consequences and Complications—A Short Literature Review - Klein et al. (2018), Obstet Gynecol Int. a short america-centric lit review that i read whilst writing up my reflective pieces - not as good as the above one but has more (horrifying) statistics: 200 million women affected worldwide; 6,000 girls cut each day; 85% will have some form of medical complication in their lives, from psychological/sexual to gynaecological to obstetric including death; estimated death rate of 1 in 500; 60.5% of affected women reported fear when their spouse wanted sex compared to 2.4% of unaffected women.

✩ Gender equality and human rights approaches to female genital mutilation: a review of international human rights norms and standards - Khosla et al. (2017), Reprod Health intersection of two things i spend a lot of time thinking about: human rights & medicine. interesting - to re-read again and consider and learn more about things like treatment-monitoring bodies, etc.

✩ The macho sperm myth - Robert D Martin, Aeon a wonderful friend sent me this! i am somewhat lost by the meandering course of the article but interesting points are raised. also the idea that some scientist was like ‘i absolutely KNOW that the heads of sperm contain tiny homunculi; i cannot see them but they are THERE’ is just hilarious.

articles: covid-19 nb: i am not linking every covid article i read bc that would be so depressing but rest assured i’m up to date on a surface level. i am not on a medical level bc i am emotionally exhausted.

✩ Covid vaccine: 'Disappearing' needles and other rumours debunked - Jack Goodman & Flora Carmichael, BBC pls don’t even. let me think about anti-vaxxers. i simply wish to know the current conspiracy theories so i can argue with people more effectively.

✩ Covid at Christmas: 'Chris Whitty is more popular than Britney Spears' - Emma Harrison, BBC please someone get me a chris witty prayer candle i am BEGGING

✩ Covid-19: Doctors call for rapid rollout of vaccines - Nick Triggle, BBC

articles: culture

✩ Art in 2021: The highlights to hope for - Will Gompertz, BBC yayoi kusama is coming to the tate modern!! which i can actually get to relatively easily on public transport from my uni city!! gonna take myself to see the infinity rooms omg i am so EXCITED

✩ History: Quileute Nation this is the official site of the quileute nation, whose history and mythology stephanie meyer butchered in the twilight saga.

✩ The Archers tackles the 'hidden' connection between disability and modern slavery - BBC something i’m ashamed to say that i knew nothing about until this article. the archers keeps on giving in terms of social issues.

✩ Gollancz gets Sims’ ‘horror for the Netflix generation’ - Tom Tivnan, The Bookseller jonny sims is writing a BOOK??! the EXCITEMENT i feel