#and the debate about whether or not smoking a little weed before hand would be disrespectful

[white-weasel]

Film Reroll’s Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter

[strawberrykidneystone]

Just Blowing Hot Air

summary: the council is deciding what to do with shepard and garrus has some confiscated goods

a/n: took a lot of debating as to whether or not turians can shotgun but the conclusion is yes, very precisely🤔

tags: post mass effect 2 right before shepard gets shipped out, shotgunning, smoking, drug use (weed nothing too intense), unspoken feelings, sexual innuendo

ao3 version

“god i haven’t done this in ages,” shepard choked out as she had a coughing fit from her first hit of the thick blunt that garrus had rolled just moments before.

he chuckled as she struggled to catch her breath and handed it back to him, pinching it between his thumb and pointed talons, “the great commander shepard, taken out by a little smoke.”

shepard grimaced at the amused turian and shook her head, swatting his shoulder lightly before leaning back on her hands. they were on the rooftop of a random corporate tower in the citadel, taking some time just for the two of them to relax and unwind a little.

garrus took a long drag and tilted his head up, exhaling the smoke out of his mouth as a small breeze carried it away. shepard watched this process intensely, it looked hard to smoke with a mouth like that. with his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, his index talon and thumb talon closed around his mouth plate; he made it work without an airtight seal like humans could make with their mouths.

"well excuse me if my vice isn't smoking shit that i picked up from omega."

"oh and what is your vice?"

"you should know, you've been in my cabin."

he thought for a moment about her cabin, last time he was in there, he wasn't exactly looking at all the decor.

"i give up."

"i assemble model space ships."

garrus made a sound that would've been a snort if he were a human, but sounded more garbled coming from him. shepard gawked and exaggeratedly placed a hand over her chest in fake offense.

"what? they're really fun to put together and it's so satisfying!"

"i'll be honest, i thought they were prebuilt. i suppose you've always had an eye for small details though."

"they're a pain in the ass but they're worth it to see the finished product."

he nodded along and took another hit, offering it to shepard again which she happily accepted. this time, she was able to breath the smoke fully into her lungs without choking. the effect was pretty immediate, she was feeling lightheaded and her brain was getting foggy. she took a smaller hit and sighed it out, closing her eyes as she reveled in the feeling.

it had been a mere 2 days after they took down the collector base, yet here she was; back at the citadel as the council decided what to do with her. she felt like a problem child in a class who was about to be sat next to the quiet kid. in her gut, she knew she was probably going to be stationed down at earth, and she knew she deserved it. she did everything she could, but the batarians truly never stood a chance, they never would've been able to evacuate on time so she was trying not to be too hard on herself.

keyword: trying.

she and garrus still hadn't talked about the night they shared together before they went to the collectors' base. shepard was grateful for that, she truly cared for garrus and didn't want to risk losing him as her best friend if he didn't feel the same way. but then again, why would he agree to it if he didn't like her back at least a little bit?

"shepard?"

the call of her name brought her out of her thoughts, she was staring off into space, confined to her own world, all alone. except she wasn't alone. garrus was here, and she knew he always would be.

"sorry, i was off in my own world," she chuckled nervously and waved her hand nonchalantly. garrus cocked his head to the side and raised one of his eyebrow plates. god, he was adorable without even trying, he looked like a curious cockatoo. she giggled to herself at the thought and sighed, looking into garrus' blue, slightly blown-out eyes.

"garrus, can i try something?"

"anything shepard."

she flushed nervously and carefully maneuvered herself to be straddling his lap, her thighs on either side of her. his hands rested on her thighs, talons curling around the curve of her skin. she was up on her knees and looking down at him, blunt still secured between her pointer and middle finger. shepard drew in a big breath from the blunt, cupping garrus' mouth with her hands and pressing her lips into his mouth plates. she exhaled the smoke into his mouth and he gladly inhaled, chasing her mouth as she pulled back. shepard looked down at him with a lazy smile and hummed with contentment. garrus looked up at her with so much love in his eyes, his pupils might as well have been hearts.

a ping came from shepard's omnitool and she groaned with frustration, smudging the tip of the blunt into the ground. garrus caught her hand and cupped one of her cheeks to make her look at him.

"shepard i-"

"i know big guy."

his eyes searched hers for confirmation and nodded, slowly letting go of her hand. they weren't sure what the council had decided, but they knew this would probably be the last time they saw each other for a while.

"don't worry, i'm sure i'll see you soon, the reapers will make sure of that at least."

garrus nodded grimly, leaning forward and touching his forehead to hers. the two sat in each other's arms for a moment, but another ping from her omnitool let her know that she was needed. shepard slowly got up and reached a hand down to garrus, which he took and stood up, squeezing her hand in his.

neither of them let go of each other's hands as they headed down off the building to see what was in store for them.

notes: y’all the semicolons are making me nervous i really hope i used it right (sweats profusely)

[divine17]

↳ RAIN OR SHINE | MASTERLIST

Request: “Would you write a blurb about Fez reacting to his girl asking him silly questions like 'would you still love you if i was a worm' and 'do you think I’m pretty' even tho they have been dating for a while. I feel like Fez would be so confused but sweet at the same time." - Anon

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: Established relationship, weed, also pretty short lol

“Fez?” You ask, looking over at the ginger boy. He’s laid across his bed sort of ungracefully, legs stretched over the comforter, an arm hung over the floor. A joint rests between his fingers, and he lazily takes the occasional puff. “I have a question.”

“Mhm?” He mumbles, popping another chip into his mouth. You roll your eyes at him for talking with his mouth full, which makes him laugh. You’re high, probably a little too high, and sitting by the window in his bedroom. The sun is setting over the rooftops. People walk past every now and then, and the neighbor’s dog barks sometimes, but the breeze feels nice on your face.

“We’ve been together so long… Do you still think I’m pretty?”

As soon as the words leave your lips, his expression turns to one of confusion, mixed with a dash of surprise. He looks up at you through narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, knowing that you already know the answer. He tells you every damn day, and he'll tell you again.

“Baby, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You know that.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Pretty don’t even begin to cover it. You gotta be some kind of divine shit, a Goddess or somethin’."

Fez looks over at you, baby blue eyes filled with a certain softness. He thinks for a moment, taking a draw from the joint, before finishing his thought. You shift in your seat, warm cheeks starting to turn pink from his words.

"And I don’t know why you chose me, but I’m not gonna complain ‘bout it, ‘cause I get all your beauty to myself. I love you too damn much.”

And just like that, your mind jumps to another question... One probably equally as dumb, or maybe even more so, but you can't help it. With that, the words leave your mind before you can even really process them.

“But would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Somehow, this question confuses him more than the last, if that were even possible. He sits up in the bed, feet against the floor, arms resting on his knees… Just staring at you. Or maybe the window, you aren’t sure, but you have to hold back a little giggle either way.

“A worm? Like…?” He makes a wiggling motion with his hand, a plume of smoke drifting from his fingers as he moves. All you can do is nod as you watch the boy. “Like, on the ground, crawlin’ and shit?”

“A worm, yeah. Like in a garden.”

He thinks for a minute, clearly debating whether or not to ask exactly how, in this alternate universe scenario, you managed to get turned into a worm, or why. After a moment, he decides not to ask. Some things were better left unsaid, and the inner workings of this worm hypothetical was probably one of them, with how high the two of you were right now.

“You know what? Yeah. Yeah, I’d get you a little pillow or somethin’, you could sit in the window. ‘n I’d get you the best, uh… Whatever worms eat. Prolly wouldn’t touch you, ‘cause that’s weird, you a worm, but I’d love you... Shit, I'd get you a lil garden too. Sunlight and all that."

You can't help but laugh and laugh some more, so much that your sides start to hurt and you feel yourself slipping off the chair. When you finally calm down, you stand, walking toward the boy you love so much. He leans back and grins when you sit on his lap, thighs crossed over his own.

"Wouldn't touch me, huh? Not even a little pat on the head?" You ask, grin spread across your cheeks. A smile pulls at his lips, and he gives in easily.

"Maybe a lil pat on the head, if you ask real nice."

Arms over his shoulders, you lean forward, planting a kiss on his cheek. He's soft and warm, and you feel yourself relaxing into him.

"You think I'd be a pretty worm?"

"I'on know anything 'bout worms, but I think you'd be the prettiest one out there, baby."

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[hyuntaena]

At Midnight || c.sb SFW

pairing; stoner!soobin x reader

genre; fluff, tiny tiny TINY smidge of angst

summary; your best friend texts you one fateful night, asking you to hang out with him at the park in front of your house.

tw; they smoke weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. You also shotgun.

wc; 1,212

Ding!

You hear your phone go off, waking you from your light slumber. Checking your phone, you see that the time is currently 11:08pm. You wonder why someone would be up so late texting you at this time, until you read who it was.

It was your best friend Soobin. You both had grown up together since you were very little, and he was at first seen as some sort of brother to you– until your last year of high school. He had suddenly grown very attractive to you, and you suddenly couldn’t blame the other girls who had thought the same. Sadly that year he was with his ex of four years, and you couldn’t truly tell him how you had felt all this time. Luckily for you however, they broke up only a couple months ago, but that meant he would smoke a lot more than he usually would.

You read the text telling you to head outside, and you quickly throw on one of your giant hoodies as it was starting to become cold out. You quickly go through the window, making sure that you don’t bother your sleeping parents. Dusting off your sweats, you take a look around, seeing your best friend's blue car across the street. You could immediately tell he was in the park nearby, as it was your usual hangout spot when he texts you. 

Walking over, you could immediately smell the sickening scent of weed. With him sitting on the slide, you could see the lit blunt within Soobin’s mouth, watching as he slowly takes it out of his mouth to let out the puff of smoke.

“Soobin?” You say softly, and his head slowly turns towards your voice. When he sees that it's you, a big grin plasters on his face. He waves you over, patting his thigh as a sign for you to sit on it. As you sit, he holds out the blunt as a sign for you to hit, which you hesitantly accept. This wasn’t your first rodeo after all, but you weren’t super into it like he was. You take a hit, the taste of the weed hitting your tongue, you holding it in for a few before letting it out. You pass it back to him, and he takes it from you, taking yet another hit before blowing it through his nose. You had no idea how he could handle such a thing, as it burned your nostrils when you had tried it before.

“What brings you to my park?” You break the silence, hoping that he would give you more than a short answer like he usually would when smoking. He sighs heavily, and you couldn’t simply take that for an answer like you usually would. He seems more sad tonight than usual, and you couldn’t help but think about whether or not it had anything to do with his ex. You give him a look, and he simply looks down at your feet, his eyes showing clear confusion and debate. After a few seconds of silence, he begins to speak.

“I saw her with another man tonight. They were eating each other's faces.” He said quietly, and you could see a bit of heartbreak within his eyes. They had broken up on really bad terms, and you weren’t too sure as to why they had broken up in the first place. You wanted to learn why at some point, but you didn’t want to push him any further than you are now. You simply nod, and take the blunt from his hands softly, taking in another puff of smoke in silence.

“She thought I was cheating on her with you, you know.” He suddenly says, and you almost drop the blunt in surprise. She what? Your jaw drops slightly in shock, the smoke rolling out of your mouth like a waterfall. Soobin takes the blunt from your hands, fiddling with it in between his fingers. It seemed like he had more to say, but he was very hesitant on how he would say things. He gently grabs your jaw in his free hand, making you turn your body to face him. He seemed so big compared to your frame, overpowering you as his fingers grip your jaw. What he said next, made your heart stop for a split second.

“I wish I honestly did.” He spoke slowly, making sure that you could hear him clearly. You felt your heart thump within your head, thinking about what he had just confessed to you. I wish I honestly did kept bouncing through your head, as you try to truly figure out if he said that as a joke or in full seriousness. With the look in his eyes however, you could immediately figure out the answer. You place both of your hands on his shoulders, before slowly moving them up to his neck. Soobin took this time to take a hit, sucking in the smoke, and he nodded. You were unsure what the nod had meant, until you looked into his eyes once more, his beautiful eyes shimmering in the moonlight. 

You lean a bit closer, opening your mouth as you wait for him to blow the smoke into it. You had never shotgunned someone before, let alone your best friend turned crush. He slowly blew, you feeling the smoke enter your mouth as it left his. It was a weird yet familiar feeling, and you couldn’t help but giggle as the smoke immediately left your mouth. He smiled when you laughed, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest. 

This happened a couple of more times, before there was nothing left of the blunt. Soobin threw it to the floor, scraping it with his shoe. You still sat with your hands on his neck, your thumb rubbing it softly. You sigh softly, feeling the slight high within your veins now. You both sit in a comfortable silence, before he grabs your jaw once more, making you look up at him. 

Immediately you could sense some sort of tension in the air, and it certainly was heavy. You stare into each other's eyes for quite some time, and with the way he was looking at you, you could feel the high melting away. You watch as his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you couldn’t help but do the same, looking back up to his fiery eyes boring into your head.

He looks back down at your lips, and you could see him slowly moving towards you. You close your eyes, and you could feel his soft yet chapped lips on yours. Your stomach immediately burst into flames, a bunch of fireworks seemingly going off in your heart. It was only a soft peck, but it felt like a lifetime of a kiss. He pulls away slowly, and you open your eyes to see his very flustered expression. His ears were a bright red, and his cheeks were burning up.  You place your forehead against his cheek, checking his watch to see what the time was. 12:02am it read, and you couldn’t help but let out another breathy giggle, the high hitting you like bricks. You just kissed your best friend.

At Midnight, of all times.

[potter-imagines]

Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader  Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol

 (I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)

Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more.  If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include 

-      Okay lets face it

-       Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃

-       You knew this before you started dating Fred

-       It just came as a bonus after getting together

-       Fred and George are almost always a little high

-       They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower

-       Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality

-      Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick

-       Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle

-       Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins

-       Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop

-       But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance

-       Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.

-       He adores spoiling you

-       Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him

-       But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George

-       “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”

-       Munchies galore

-       You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee

-       George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session

-       Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents

-       You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it

-       You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him

-       “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”

-       Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group

-       If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor

-       Fred loves to tease you when you’re high

-       “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”

-       “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”

-       Lots of kisses

-       You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you

-       Dry mouth is a bitch

-       Fred is vvv handsy when high

-       Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow

-       Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you

-       Or laying together in his bed

-       Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest

-       Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs

-       He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public

-       He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down

“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”

-       Fred will help you if you’re using a bong

-       “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”

-       COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM

-       Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George

-       Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing

-       Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm

-       “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.” “Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”

-       George and you will have heated life debates

-       “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!” “That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“ “George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”

-       Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you “Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.” “Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“ “Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”

-       You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night

-       You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories

-       George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high

-       For example

-       He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side

-       Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away

-       George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest

-       Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance

-       The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything

-       Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends

-       But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream

-       Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him

-       “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”

-       His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side

-       He loves when you hold his hand

-       Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours

-       Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair

-       But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end

-       The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid

-       You guys will place bets on who will slump first

-       It’s usually you or George

-       Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else

-       Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed

-       He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught

-       The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it

-       You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together

-      Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies

-       You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins

-       Like coloring books

-       A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal

-       A water bottle !!! this is a must

-       And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite

-       Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night

-       Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake

-       Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim

-      You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred

-       But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far

-       Fred loves getting high alone with you

-       Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it

-       They made a handful of sales from their dorm room

-       Like a sinful amount 

-       It was by far the easiest way

-       Fred would light some candles before you arrived

-       A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed

-        And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you 

-       He’d pack the bowl, then open the window

-       A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably

-       “What a gentleman!”

-       After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed

-       Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other

-       Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you

-       On your lips

-       Forehead

-       Cheek

-       Nose

-       Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)

-       Anywhere

-       Continuously giggling all night

-       Fred and you share your high thoughts

-       “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”

-       “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.” “Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”

-       High sex

-       Fred makes you feel so comfortable

-      Compliments you profusely 

-       Lot of laughing

-       He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked

-       Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense

-       He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans

-       Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face

-       Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk

-       Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you

-       And when you get on top

-       His touchy side comes out the most in these moments

-       Sloppy sex

-       But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable

-       He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens

-       “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”  

-       “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”

-       “Freddie, you feel so good.”

-       You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state

-       “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.” “Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”

“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”

-       Cuddling for the rest of the night

-       Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night

-       Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you

-       He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something

-       In an odd way, you found it comforting

-       Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling

-       Falling asleep in Fred’s arms

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[queenofimagines]

Request: “Hi! Can you do a request where the piggies are at a beach party and the kooks show up and one of them tries to drug you but JJ notices you acting weird around the kooks and takes you back to the chateau and takes care of you? I know it’s weird but I love angst mixed with fluff and ur a really good writer I feel like you can do it! ❤️❤️”

Warnings: Unconsensual drug use

Notes: None

The party is in full swing. With multiple kegs stationed around the beach for everyone and the various drugs that you were sure the kooks brought being graciously distributed, you had no doubt that tonight would be a banger. Oddly enough this party wasn’t planned by you or any of your friends. A kook, one of Rafe’s friends or cousins or something, had decided to throw this party to “promote business”, which you could only guess meant that the illegal substances being passed around were courtesy of him. Since your arrival, numerous people had come up to you offering to share whatever it was they were smoking or taking, but neither you nor the rest of the pogues were very keen on harder drugs. The most that the Pogues had ever really done was weed, and even then you had only smoked once, disliking the tickle in the back of your throat when you smoked. JJ had often suggested edibles but you had heard they were sometimes unpredictable and decided early on to stay away from them. Your friends were very much respectful of your decision and even went so far as to step in when they saw someone peer pressuring you. The amount of times JJ had physically stepped between you and whoever it was trying to coerce you to just try whatever they had was astounding, especially since JJ was basically an advocate for bad behavior. It was just such an instance that landed you where you were now. 

JJ was in front of you, shoving the boy that had been a little too pushy when convincing you to try the cocaine he’d bought from Rafe. The boy was harmless, you could tell just by looking at him, but JJ was about ready to rock his shit, so you quickly got in the middle of the two, gently coaxing JJ to back down with the promise of a dance instead. Time seemed to fly by as you and JJ drank one cup of beer after another, both of you beginning to feel the affects early on in the night. After being crashed into by a young girl you didn’t recognize, your beer spilling on your white tank top as the teen profusely apologized, you quickly left to get another beer after telling your accidental assailant not to worry and to keep partying. JJ quickly began to dance with her, both keeping distance as they danced.

With how crowded the area on the beach that had been designated as the dance floor had been, you were surprised to see so many people hanging out near the kegs. The group was so packed you could barely even see the keg, let alone get to it. You tried as politely and unobtrusively as possible to weave your way towards the keg when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.

“Need some help?” Turning around it was yet another face you didn’t recognize, although you would have to admit he did look a little familiar, at least in the sense that he dressed and held himself in the same manner that many other kooks did. He flashed you a smile, holding out his hand for your cup.

“Oh uh... Yeah thanks.” You replied, handing him your cup. The boy grabbed your cup and made his way through the crowd with ease, filling your cup before making his way back to you. You briefly lost sight of him when someone bumped into you, saying a quick sorry before moving on.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He said, still holding your cup.

“Ah, well, I don’t make it up to Figure 8 very often.” You replied awkwardly, waiting for him to hand you your drink.

“Makes sense, I’d definitely remember someone as hot as you.” He said, eying your chest. You felt uncomfortable, quickly realizing that the beer you had spilled on yourself earlier had made your shirt see through and the boy was now blatantly ogling your boobs. The once seemingly unsuspecting boy had now seemed like a sleaze as he made no effort to hide the once over he gave you, even moving to the side n an attempt to get a look at your ass.

“Okay, well I’ll just take my drink and get going.” You said, desperate to get out of the situation. He handed you your drink with a smirk, the complete opposite reaction that you normally would have expected when blowing a guy off.

“See you around.” Was all he said as you turned back to the dance floor to find JJ. When you finally spotted his mop of blonde hair nestled in a dark bandana, you practically ran to him, still feeling the boy’s eyes on you. When you reached him you found all of your friends together, all dancing and drinking and all in all just having a good time. You instantly felt safer and began to dance with them, drinking and laughing along to whatever they were saying, though if you were being honest you couldn’t really tell anymore. As time went on and your cup slowly emptied, you felt like your body was becoming heavy. You found it hard to focus, trying to spot your friends but finding that all the faces surrounding you were unfamiliar. You then felt a hand gently cup your waist, instantly thinking it was JJ, you leaned into the person, only to find the the cologne was much to expensive to be the one JJ usually wore. You looked up and saw the blurred face of the boy who had helped you before, an unsettling smile slinking onto his face at the state you were in. The boy slowly began to lead you away from the crowd. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew this was a bad idea, but you were much to out of it to put any of your thought together as the boy led you to a more secluded part of the beach.

JJ had noticed you were gone before anyone else had, he figured you must have paired off with someone but when he took a headcount of the Pogues, he realized everyone was still here. He knew you would never let yourself be alone in a sea of strangers in such an inebriated state but as he looked around her couldn’t find you anywhere. His eyes almost skipped over the retreating figure in the distance, but when he took a closer look he realized it was you after you looked back towards him, a confused expression gracing your features. JJ wasn’t sure if the guy you were with was your friend, most people on the island were friendly with you and often hung out with you at these parties, but as you stumbled in the direction the unknown boy was leading you, he felt like something was off. At first he brushed it off, turning back to his friends and trying to dance along to the music, but as time went he felt more and more uneasy, finally deciding to follow you just in case something was wrong. When JJ looked jack to where you had been, you were gone. Panic slowly rose in him as he ran to try and find you. It didn’t take long as JJ had found that you were one of the most easiest people to spot, his eyes always finding you wherever he went if you so happened to be there too. a group of boys were surrounding you, all of them talking to each other and attempting to keep you upright. JJ knew that you would never agree to that many people touching you, especially if you didn’t know them.

“Hey!” He called, quickly walking towards the group of boys.

“Hey! What’s up man?” One boy asked, stepping in front of you.

“What’s going on?” JJ asked, deciding not to answer the boy’s greeting.

“Oh nothing.”

“Nothing? Really?” JJ peered behind the boy to get a look at you. He knew something was wrong and his one goal was to get you out of this as safely as possible. No violence, a mantra that you seemed to repeat to him every time he was about to get into a fight, just like you would be saying now if you could.

“She doesn’t look alright.” JJ said flatly.

“She’s fine.”

“You alright, sweetheart?” JJ asked you. You couldn't answer, barely able to. register much of what was happening around you.

“I said, she’s fine.” The boy insisted.

“Look man, she’s obviously not alright, and you fuckers obviously aren’t from around here. Let her go and I’ll see to it that none of you get arrested for assaulting an unconscious girl.”

“And what makes you so sure we will get arrested?”

“What makes you so sure you won’t?” JJ knew the kind of guys these were. They weren’t from around here and he was sure they weren’t privy to the way the Outer Banks worked. JJ knew that if they did decide to keep going, nothing would happen to them, in which case he wouldn’t heed your no violence policy, but he also knew that if he played the role just right, maybe the boys would think he was the sone of an important official or something. And he was right.

The boy in front of JJ hesitated before calling for his friends, all of them quickly leaving, but not before shoving you towards JJ. You stumbled into him, holding on to his shirt for dear life as you swayed on your feet.

“JJ?” You asked.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel very good. I’m tired.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s just get you back to the Chateau and you can have a nice long sleep, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement. JJ began walking towards the Chateau before picking you up bridal style after realizing you could barely walk. The he arrived, he laid you down on the bed that John B had lend him. JJ debated on whether or not he should switch your shirt out for one of his, ultimately deciding to do so, thinking about how gross you’d feel if you woke up with spilled bear still on you. He threw your shirt into a hamper and left to get you a glass of water for the morning. When JJ was done, he stood next to you, gazing down at your peaceful face and reflecting on how odd this whole situation was. You were the one that always made sure everyone else was safe at these parties and here you were, drugged, JJ was sure. He was just relieved that he got to you in time.

JJ turned to leave, when your voice gently disturbed the silence.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch, I'll be right here.” You shook your head, unceremoniously slapping your arm down next to you.

“Jus’ sleep ‘ere” You slurred. JJ hesitated before slipping under the covers where you immediately curled into his side and fell asleep. JJ softly threaded his fingers through your hair, thinking about how tonight could have gone very differently. He almost cried at the thought of you getting hurt, even moe so at the thought that if he hadn’t been there to stop it from happening, no one else would have. That night JJ promised himself that no matter what, he’d always look out for you the same way you looked out for him.

[tiptapricot]

sam and paul HCs. give [gestures my grubby little hand at you]

Sorry these took so long! I got really out of the groove of writing but I’m back baby!!

(Takes place in a ‘the boys live’ AU as usual, though doesn’t have to be mine)

Paul is the first of the boys Sam gets close to

He’s the most natural around the Emersons, and likes to start up conversations with them

He’ll chat with Sam when him and the boys come to visit Michael or grab him for a night out

Their first moment of real bonding was when Paul chimed into a conversation Sam was trying to have with Michael about a recent movie, and Sam kind of just went :-0 because he realized he finally had someone to talk about that kind of stuff with

Really mild mentions of drugs under the cut

They hang out casually a lot more after that and get really close, building up inside jokes and an easy familiarity

They’re the kind of people that can have conversations that are unintelligible to others but make total sense to them

They have regular movie nights together to check out new stuff and for Paul to show Sam classics (a lot of which aren’t as cool as he remembers them being)

Paul lays on the couch upside down and has Sam drop popcorn in his mouth, and yells and points at the screen emphatically when twists happen

They paint each other’s nails and Paul is an enabler when it comes to some of Sam’s more drastic appearance changes over the years, whether that be hyping up/twinning really weird outfits he makes, or giving him funky haircuts and dye jobs

Sam’s a good kid, but when him and Paul hang out their energies racket up and they usually get pretty rowdy

Lots of well meaning roughhousing/in house flying tricks that end in a few more bruises or dented walls than they intend for them to, but they laugh a lot, and never rat each other out

(Though to be fair they don’t have to since both of them have that guilty puppy look whenever Lucy confronts them)

Although he’s generally more aloof, Paul shows on several occasions that he’s a great support for Sam and a great listener

He can usually give somewhat decent relationship advice, and even when he can’t, he’s still always open if Sam needs a good squeeze or cuddle to comfort/ground him

Paul’s the king of cheering Sam up in general

It’s partly because he comes up with a lot of pretty ridiculous ideas, ones absurd enough that anyone would laugh at them, but he just has a positive energy to him too

Either way Sam can never stay sad around him for too long

Whenever Paul gets Sam to smile, gets him to laugh when he’s having a hard time, he gets this really soft look on his face

That’s it kid, that’s the Sammy I know

He loves seeing Sam happy because that makes him happy

They have a lot of long debates about movie plots, and are always in motion when they do

Hopping on Sam’s bed, swinging their legs in a chair, or playing with something on the side are all common occurrences

They team up to non fatally prank Michael and David pretty often, but are both very strict momma’s boys that will respect Lucy and try not to mess up things too bad or go too far

Paul is the person Sam first tries drugs with, just smoking some weed, and Paul makes sure he’s safe and reassures him when he coughs a lot and says he doesn’t really like it

They try edibles a different time before Sam decides they just aren’t his thing

Paul ruffles Sam’s hair a lot and gives him a ton of nicknames

Little dude, bud, bucko, Sambo, etc.

Although he has different and important relationships with all the boys, Paul is the one that Sam can always come to when he doesn’t want things to be complicated

Sometimes that can have its own issues, when Sam wants comfort for something he doesn’t want to talk to the others about but Paul just doesn’t… get it, but as mentioned above there’s always the cuddle option, which is usually good enough for Sam

If it’s really not something Paul can help with, Sam will just take some alone time with Nanook

Paul and Nanook actually get along pretty well

The group rotates dog walking regularly so Paul will take Nanook to the park or dogsit if Lucy asks

They have very similar energies and Paul likes to get on Nanook’s level a lot, whether that be running with him on all fours, taking a nap with him on the floor, or, on one occasion, seeing what the fuss about dog treats was

And no, David, it wasn’t just to make Sam laugh

Some of Sam’s favorite days are when it’s the three of them, him, Paul, and Nanook, walking around town and checking out different shops, casual and easy, with a lot of teasing and noogies and oh shit the leash-!

Headcanons masterpost

[lesbian-deadpool]

Take A Slice

Part Six: WARNING! BULLSHIT INSIDE!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,761

Warnings: Blackmail, a bit of angst??, some self hate, talks of drugs, aftermath of violence, talks of cheating.

Summary: It just keeps getting worse and worse.

A/N: Bold and italics = Text Messages.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

You were out of it. Completely and entirely, out of it.

The soft feeling of the red-heads plump, strawberry and sugar flavoured lips, pressing against the side of your neck. Her hand, trailing up your sides, pushing and pulling at your shirt. With Natasha humming against you gently, it vibrating into your throat, as she ground against your hips underneath her.

And yet.

Even with all that she was gifting you with, you still weren't able to focus on any of it.

"What's up with you?" Natasha asked, her red lipstick smudged, and probably all over your neck, too.

"Hmm?"

"You're out of it. What's running through that head of yours?"

"Oh." Shit. "It's nothing. Just a little distracted, is all."

"I see that." She took your jaw between her hands, soothingly rubbing her thumbs into your skin. As she gazed down at you with soft eyes. "Anything I can help with?"

God, she was too good to you. Too good for you.

And you had to bring this bullshit into her life. Sometimes you wished that you had never stepped foot in her class, that way this, could have all been avoided. And all because of those fucking texts you got, two weeks ago.

You had to tell her.

You had too.

"Nope." You shook your head.

You suck.

"You sure?" Natasha asked, a humoured smile overtaking her face, "You still having trouble spelling, 'Nietzsche'?"

"His name sucks, okay?!" you exclaimed, making laughter bellow out of Natasha.

You watched her with soft eyes, you adored her laugh. Adored her everything, really. Her hair, falling over her shoulders, the sun shining through the windows, causing the red strands to glow. Summer had just sprung, almost as if it came to chase the girl in your arms.

You were playing a dangerous game.

But, you knew that from the start.

Now, though? Now? It was more dangerous than before.

Because now you were falling for her.

And that was not going to lead to anything good.

Not with all that is happening.

"His name is hard to spell," Natasha agreed breathlessly, with a small nod.

Dread filled you when your phone suddenly buzzed beside you.

Remember what I said.

Natasha noticed the anxiety flood into you, she was worried about you, never seeing you like this. Staring at your phone with fear-filled eyes.

Lucky for you though, she was unable to read any of the messages that had been sent to you.

Nor the next one's that came through.

You know when and where.

Do. Not. Be. Late.

You inhaled sharply, eyes finally finding Natasha's worried ones when you spoke.

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

"What? Why?" she asked, having to move off of you before you ended up pushing her off of you.

"Y/N? Are you sure everything's alright?"

"Yeah, fine. Just-" Quick think of a lie! "-Wade reminded me about a test we both have tomorrow. And I haven't studied for it at all."

Natasha got up with a chuckle, moving to place her hands upon your chest.

"You have always been on top of your studies, haven't you?"

You shrugged, too busy pulling on your socks and shoes, whilst trying to locate your jacket. You were going to need it tonight when it was chilly.

"Hey," Natasha soothed, "Don't worry so much. Why don't you stay here? I'll help you study. I'll even reward you every time you get a question right."

You groaned internally.

Why did she have to go and say shit like that?

"I'm sorry, babe. I'd love that. I really would," you pressed as if to make her understand how much you were telling the truth, as you pulled her in by her hip, "But I promised Wade, we would study together. He's worse at this class than I am."

She laughed breathlessly.

"You two really are the dynamic duo, aren't you?"

It was quiet for a moment, as you moved away from her. Ready to head out of her apartment, when she continued.

"You could always bring him, too."

"What?!" You span around to face her.

"Obviously the "rewards" would be off the table, then. But I would love to meet your friends. At least your best friend. I want to be in your life like people in more normal relationship's do. As long as they keep the secret."

Why was she so fucking perfect.

"But Nat, you've already met Wade, remember?"

She licked her lips with a smile. Memories of that morning, and what lead up to it, flashing through her mind.

"Of course, I remember. I meant I would like to get to know him."

"God. You are perfect." You walked up to her, pulling her into a passionate, love-filled kiss. "I'll set something up later. He'll probably want to play some video games with you."

"Fine by me. I'll kick his ass."

"I'm sure you will, honey." With a peck on her forehead, you turned, grabbing your jacket, calling over your shoulder as you left, "I'll see you soon."

"Good luck."

She didn't know how much you needed it.

***

Rumlow.

That fucker.

He was the one doing all of this to you. Blackmailing you. Forcing you to pick up and drop off drugs, like a fucking mule.

And there wasn't even a reason you could think of as to why he was doing it. Other than "he could".

The only reason you found out was, thanks to the guy you were dropping the drugs off too, was really chatty. And wouldn't keep his mouth shut about anything. That, sadly, included every intimate detail about his sex life.

But at least now, you could put a face to the messages.

And somebody to confront.

"Why?"

""Why" what?" you ask back. Hissing as the alcohol-soaked cotton wool ball pressed against the cut on your lip.

The itch for a smoke rattled throughout your body, hands almost shaking in your state. But you had told Natasha that you would try and cut down smoking for her, and God damn if you were, unbeknown to her, bringing this shit into her life, you could at least do this for her.

"Why did you get into a fight with Rumlow?" Wade clarified.

You took the few moments he gave you as he reached into the first aid kit to think over your answer. You debated on whether or not you should tell him the truth. After all, you hadn't even told Natasha as of yet.

But you just couldn't keep it to yourself anymore.

"He's blackmailing me."

Wade dropped the haemorrhoid cream for your black eye onto the floor, his shocked face snapping to face yours, that was still void of emotion.

"What? What do you mean that bastard's blackmailing you? What with?!"

"I'm a fucking idiot," you hissed at yourself, tears springing into your eyes. Elbows resting on your knees, as your head came to lay in the palms of your hands, "It was my idea."

"What was?" He placed a hand upon your shoulder, stood before where you sat on the kitchen worktop.

"I filmed up having sex. Nat agreed to it. But fuck, if I hadn't of brought it up..."

"Hey! Don't do that," he told you firmly, "It's not your fault that someone is using your private life against you."

You didn't reply to him. Your jaw only ticking, as you shook your head. Still kicking yourself for it.

"Does she know?"

"No," your voice was raw as you thought about your girlfriend. Your perfect girlfriend. Who didn't deserve any of this.

"You need to tell her."

"I know... I just- I just wanted to sort it out, before I ever had too. But now, that's not gonna happen."

"Because you kicked his ass? You did kick his ass, right?"

You smiled, wincing at the pain your split lip caused you.

"Hell yeah, I did." Flinching slightly, as Wade began rubbing the cream onto your bruised eye. "But no. It's not because I kicked his ass. Although that might be part of it now... he was never gonna let it end. He just wanted me to be his lapdog for a while, then run me outta Dodge."

"Lapdog how?"

You shuck your head. "I was basically his drug mule."

"Y/N-"

"It was only hookie weed, but still. I'm sure he's into funkier stuff. He was talking about cocaine with someone on the phone when I confronted him."

"And yet, you didn't share with me," he joked. It was the only thing he really could do before he sighed sadly, "He wanted you out of town?"

You nod.

"Why?"

"No idea. He just yelled at me after our fight, that he wants me outa here. That's all her was blackmailing me for. But, my best guess is that he thought he could "get some use" out of me, before then.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea. I can't let Natasha lose her job over this shit, man. She loves teaching. Said that it was all she's ever wanted to do."

"Talk to her."

"Yeah, I will soon. I just- Is it so bad that I wanna live in denial, and just be happy with her, for a little while longer?"

"No." Wade shook his head. "You're just in love."

You hummed in agreement. You seriously couldn't believe how fast you fell for that woman.

"Since when did you become so wise?"

"I've always been wise, fuck you for not seeing it."

You were incredibly lucky to have a friend like Wade Wilson. You just hoped you didn't have to leave the people you cared about behind.

Only time would tell.

But first.

First, you had to talk to Natasha.

A small smile was pulled upon your face, while you watched your best friend and roommate walk away with the first aid kit, to return it to its place in the bathroom.

Then something you came to dread happened.

Your phone vibrated.

Pack your bags and move out of the fucking state. Or I post your precious video onto the school's website.

Homepage, baby!

Bet she'd look real good up there.

Maybe there will be a porn future for her after she gets fired.

This will teach you for fucking my girlfriend.

Well, shit.

***

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[onisamu]

couch surfing

toxic Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

18+, all characters university aged

warnings: dubcon, stealthing, toxic/manipulative behavior

It wasn’t uncommon for you to walk in your living room to find Makki, nearly always stinking of alcohol or weed, crashing on your couch. You’d complained countless times to your landlord about your broken window, but he always brushed you off since you were on the fourth floor. 

“Jesus fucking christ,” you shoved his arm from covering his face. “What are you doing?”

“Mm,” Makki blindly tried pushing your hand away. 

“Makki,” you snapped, ripping the pillow from under his head. 

The back of his skull hit the hard armrest of your couch with a thump. “Fuck, Y/n! What does it look like I’m doing.”

“It looks like you broke into my apartment for the third time this week, why?” You dropped the pillow on his face. 

“Mattsun has another girl over,” he yawned and positioned the pillow back under his head. 

“If you keep doing this I’m gonna start making you pay rent,” you scowled, moving to the kitchen to continue your morning routine. “And you better be fucking gone by the time I’m back from work.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off. 

“I’m serious, Makki.” 

“Sure you are,” he mumbled, rolling over. “Turn off the lights.”

You flipped two more on. 

“Hey, what kinda pizza do you like?” He asked. 

You poured two cups of coffee before answering. “Why?”

“Just answer the question.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Veggie, now sit up.”

“Aww, you remember how I like my coffee,” Makki crooned, grinning up at you. 

You stuck your tongue out at him, kicking his feet. “Move.”

“Fine, fine,” he sat up slowly, pink hair sticking every which way. 

Cute, you thought momentarily, before frowning and shaking your head. Scumbag. Makki was a useless, mooching scumbag who flitted in and out of your life, sleeping with you whenever he needed a place to stay. 

“I’m serious about being gone.” 

“You always are,” he smirked into his cup. “Can I at least shower before I leave?”

It was tempting to tell him no, just to have some control over the situation, but you were always weak when it came it him. He knew it, just like he knew your window would always be broken. 

“Yeah,” you sighed. 

__

Predictably, he was still sitting on your couch munching on a slice of pizza. 

“You’re back!” He sat up. “I got veggie.”

“And you were also supposed to be gone.”

“Aww, don’t be like that. Mattsun still has that loud ass chick over,” he held out a slice temptingly. 

“Maybe you should try setting boundaries with him. Since, you know, you both fuckin’ live there.” You dropped your bags and accepted the slice. 

“He’d do the same thing if I brought a girl home,” Makki shrugged, eyeing you shamelessly from where he lounged comfortably. “I like that little business woman look. You look good in a pencil skirt.”

You shot him a dirty look. “Don’t.”

“Whaaat?” He slid closer to you, now bumping shoulders. “C’mon, you always end up sayin’ yes. Isn’t it exhausting puttin’ this front every time?”

“I’m serious, Makki. Finish your food and leave.”

“Sure,” he smiled, sipping his beer. “How was work?”

You debated answering for a long moment. He knew exactly what he was doing. Buying you food, acting like he cared, all just to get in your pants. He was good at it, and sometimes you’d let yourself believe he actually cared in his own fucked up way. 

“Fine.”

“Your boss still being an asshole?” Makki opened another beer and offered it to you. 

You accepted it, taking a large sip. “Always.”

“Been sayin’ you just need to quit,” he frowned sympathetically. 

“And do what? Smoke weed, couch surf, and drink beer all day?” 

“Ohh, so mean,” he pouted. “At least my soul isn’t getting sucked out by a stagnant nine to five.”

Not bothering to respond, you finished off your beer and stood up. “Whatever. I’m going to shower.”

Makki watched you leave, his irritating little smile practically mocking you. 

He was poking around your room when you walked in, just a towel wrapped around your body. 

“If you’re looking for cash to steal, I don’t carry it anymore,” you said, picking out a large shirt and panties.

“Do you really think I’m still a shitty little teenager?” He frowned. 

“Yes,” your eyes dropped to his ‘Thrasher’ t-shirt. 

He rolled his eyes. “Borrowed it from Mattsun.” 

“Sure,” you started to leave. 

“Hey,” he caught you by your bicep. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“So?” You glared, shaking his arm off. 

“Can you stop being a bitch for five fucking seconds?” He asked. 

“I’m being a bitch?” You asked, then laughed. “I’m sorry, but if me setting boundaries with you is bitchy, you’ve clearly never had someone tell you no.”

“Jesus Christ,” he grabbed your arm again, this time hauling you over to the bed. “I think you just like pissing me off.”

“Hey- stop,” you stumbled into the edge of the bed. 

Makki’s lips met yours in a bruising kiss, his fingers yanking your towel down. “Stop being obstinate.”

Rough fingers caressed your ribs, any protests disappearing with your soft shivers. “Makki.”

“Shut up,” he crushed his lips to yours and pushed you back until you were flat on your back. 

“Wait,” you pushed on his shoulders. “Condom?”

He held up a foil packet, tossing it next to you. “Open it.”

While you fiddled with the wrapper, he quickly stripped naked. Impatient, he snatched it from you and ripped it open, putting it on in one fluid motion. You took the brief break to reluctantly admire him. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, and lean muscles flickered in movement under his pale skin. His cock was long and flushed, not as thick as some but enough to need foreplay. 

“You’re cuter when you’re quiet,” he grinned, two fingers pushing at your entrance. 

You squirmed at the slight burn as he pressed in. “You’re such an asshole.”

“You like it,” he curved his fingers, cooing when you moaned. “Yeahh you do.”

“I’ll kick you out,” you said, an obviously empty threat.

He ignored you in favor of pressing his thumb to your clit as he scissored his fingers. You grabbed at his shoulders, biting back moans. 

“Don’t do that,” he pulled your lip from your teeth. “Wanna hear you.”

He pushed deep, eyes on your face as he found you sweet spot with ease. Within minutes you were dripping down his knuckles, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he purposefully kept just out of reach. 

“I hate you,” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “Fuck me already.”

“Aww, whats that? Are you sure you don’t want me to leave still?” He pulled back teasingly. 

You glared up at him, grabbing the back of his neck to stop him. 

“Say it,” he tilted his chin up. “Say ‘please fuck me, Hiro.’”

His thumb pushed expectantly at your lips. 

You swallowed down the last bit of your pride. “Please fuck me, Hiro.”

A sickeningly satisfied grin spread across his face. “Aww, so needy. I guess I will.”

“Hey, you’re the one who came here beg-“

Makki easily flipped you onto your stomach, slapping your thigh sharply. He nudged your legs apart with a knee before climbing up the bed and straddling your thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock through your slick, watching you closely. You were too desperate, wiggling your thighs needfully, to notice he slipped off the condom and tossed it under the bed. He was pretty sure you were on birth control anyways. He pressed in slowly, grunting as you eagerly clenched around him. 

Reaching up, he placed his hand on the back of your neck for leverage, enjoying the way your face looked smushed into the covers. He didn’t bother letting you adjust, fucking you so roughly your bed frame knocked into the wall. Without a doubt you’d be receiving another noise complaint.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he hissed, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Acting like you don’t want me.”

“H-hiro,” you moaned into the sheets, drool smeared messily around your lips. You arched your back into his thrusts, eyes rolling as his tip relentlessly met your cervix with sharp bursts of pain. 

He littered your shoulders and neck with dark hickeys, and yours hips with marks from his fingers. He wanted you to think of him every time you saw them. He liked stringing you along like this, indulged in the hopeful looks you’d send him when he was occasionally nice to you. It was cute, in some fucked up way he didn’t feel like lingering on.

He could tell you were close, your body wracked with twitches. Normally he wouldn’t care whether or not you came, but he’d recently become addicted to the way you would tighten up around him and how your walls would flutter periodically for a while after. He reached under you, two fingers rubbing your clit arrhythmically until you squealed and creamed on his cock. 

“That’s it, yes,” he grunted, watching your ass jiggle each time his hips met yours with slippery noises. 

He drooped himself over your back as he came, grinding against your ass until his cock was achy with overstimulation. He sighed belatedly, kissing your shoulder.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He barely caught your elbow from smashing his nose. “Hey, hey! What the fuck?”

“You better have plan b money,” you kicked at him until he rolled off of you. “You fucking prick!”

 “Yeah, of course I do,” he tugged a blanket loose, pushing you down to wrap you up in it so you couldn’t hit him. “Fucking calm down.”

You glowered at him, relaxing warily against his chest. Despite being a raging douchebag, he did give good post sex cuddles. 

[stevesnailbat]

i just wanna taste it | steve harrington

summary: During one of their typical late-night smoke sessions, Steve and his best friend divulge some secrets and end up enjoying themselves even more than they had expected to. 

warnings: smut!, oral (fem!receiving), marijuana use

word count: 2.6K

a/n: thank you to @nxncywheeler​ for this fic idea!!! i love u <3

Today's just like any other Thursday night for you and Steve after your shift at the Family Video. You’ve made it a routine to head to his house, gather up as many snacks as you can, and head to his bedroom to get high. You set all of the snacks on the bed and rummage through Steve’s movie collection in the corner of the room as he rolls the joint for the two of you at his desk. You sigh and lie down on the bed after sifting through the movies, finding nothing good that you haven’t already seen a million times. 

“Did you find one?” Steve asks, joint pressed between his lips while pushing his bedroom window open with one hand. 

“No, we’ve seen all of those.” you say with a frown. 

“That’s okay.” he says, flicking the lighter on as he sits down on the floor beneath the window. “We usually end up paying no attention to the movies anyways.” 

As you crawl off the bed again, you nod in agreement, sitting down on the floor next to him to while watching him blow some smoke out the window before holding the joint in your direction. You take it from his hands and press it to your lips, letting the smoke fill your lungs for a moment before exhaling out the window. It doesn’t take more than three more passes between you for you to both be content with your highs, giggling on the floor about some a very angry mother from work earlier in the day. 

“And then—And then!” you giggle, unable to finish the sentence without laughing with a very giggly Steve. “She got mad because I didn’t tell her that The goddamn Shining would be too scary for her five year old son!” 

“Did she even tell you that she was watching it with her kid?” Steve laughs from the bed and you shake your head, unable to say anything through your laughter. 

“Wish I could’ve said more to her, but Keith was right there.” you laugh. “I really wanted to tell her how I really felt.” 

“I think Keith actually would’ve fired you on the spot.” he chuckles. 

“Speaking of customers! How was that date last week? With that Jessica girl that had been coming in to flirt with you all the time?” you question, changing the subject unconsciously while finally standing up from the ground to get comfortable on the bed. 

“It was okay.” he shrugs, hand delving into a bag of M&M’s as he speaks. “I probably won’t be going on another one, though.” 

“Why not?” you question, a smirk on your lips. “She seemed really nice." 

“Not my type.” he mumbles, his words muffled by the handful of chocolate candy he’s just piled into his mouth. 

You look over to him with a furrowed brow, knowing that he was all for her just a few days prior. There’s something that’s changed but your high mind can’t seem to pinpoint it. He’s staring at you, a smile on his face while admiring you from afar. You don’t give it a second thought in the moment, just take it as him being high and spacey. 

“Do you have someone in mind that is your type?” you question, reaching over to his lap to grab some candy from the bag. 

“Yeah.” he says simply, not planning on divulging anything else to you. 

“Who?” you implore, quirking an eyebrow at him as you lock eyes. 

Steve thinks long and hard, debating whether he should actually tell you how he feels. He’s unsure of how you’ll react to him telling you that he likes you, but he wants nothing more than to get it off his chest now. The weed that’s in his system is giving him a bigger confidence boost than he expected, though. 

“You.” he says bluntly, not breaking eye contact with you. 

“Who?” you ask again, unable to process his statement quick enough to really respond. 

“You!” he emphasizes. 

“I don’t understand—“ you start, but Steve’s hands cupping your cheeks cuts off your train of thought. 

“I’m talking about you, Y/N.” he says, trying to calm his hazed thoughts to form a confident sentence. 

You don’t say anything for a moment, but sit there with his hands on your cheeks, enjoying the warmth that’s radiating from him. He looks serious, like he’s trying to understand how you feel about him. You try to make it clear without words that you feel the same, by not pushing him away but pulling him a little closer, but he doesn’t catch on as quickly as you’d hoped. Steve doesn’t really know what to do in the moment, so he goes with the first thing that comes to mind. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back to you eyes. Before you know it, he’s gripping the back of your neck gently to bring you in for a kiss. 

The kiss is warm and inviting, the feeling of Steve’s lips on yours is nothing like you would’ve expected. His lips are soft and plush, the kiss tastes like chocolate and stale smoke, but you don't mind. He’s a lot better kisser than you imagined, honestly. It all happens so fast that you can barely process it, though. One minute you’re high and giggling about nothing in particular, the next you’re kissing your best friend, Steve Harrington. You pull away from the kiss with wide eyes and he gives you the same look, as if to say ‘what the hell just happened?’. 

“Holy shit.” you mumble, reaching up to touch your lips in disbelief. 

“Yeah, I—I, shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” he stammers, a bright blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“Steve.” you say, cupping your hands his cheeks to get his attention. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” 

“So you did like it?” he asks, thoughts clouded from the weed and desire as he tries to keep up with the situation when you nod at him. 

“Yeah, I really think I did.” you giggle, a grin growing on your lips as you sit in front of him, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“I—Uh. Can I do it again?” he laughs nervously, eyes flickering to your hands in his then back to your lips. 

“Of course.” you say, grinning at him. 

Before either of you can make a move, you both start giggling. There’s a long two minutes of laughter that fills the room, pure bliss is the only feeling between you. You grab his cheeks to get his attention once again, making his laughter stop to look at you with red eyes and a loving smile. 

“I’m gonna kiss you again, Steve.” you say cautiously, holding back another laugh as he nods at you. 

“Yeah, okay.” he says, leaning in as you tilt your head to kiss him. 

This kiss is much more passionate than the first one, full of desperation and lust. His hands travel down your sides to rest on your waist, deepening the kiss as he pulls you closer to him. You lean over him, hooking one of your legs over his to start to straddle him. He helps you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss as you settle in. Steve’s tongue glides across your bottom lip, one of his hands wandering from your waist to underneath your shirt. 

He pulls away from the kiss for just a moment, touch dancing across the bottom of your bra as he waits for your approval. You give him a nod of approval and pull him in for another needy kiss, teeth clashing and tongues sliding as you pull him in. Your brain feels a bit hazy still, the only thing pulling you back down to earth in the moment is Steve’s hands on the bare skin of your breast. You grind your hips against his, fingers raking and tugging at his hair as he moans into your mouth. 

Steve’s lips trail down from your cheek, to your jaw and to your neck, suckling and nipping at the skin softly. The noises coming from you are so pretty to him, he feels more turned on by just the feeling of your hips grinding on his and your moans than he ever has with anyone else. 

“Fuck.” he moans, finally flipping you over so you’re sprawled out on your back beneath him. “I wanna—wanna taste you, baby. Can I taste you?” 

“Yes—Steve, yes.” you moan as his hand trails from your bare chest, along your stomach and to the waistband of your pants. “Please.” 

Steve’s hand moves straight for the button of your pants, quickly tugging them down as his lips go to work on your neck. He leaves kisses and love bites on your jaw and chest before trailing down, sloppily kissing your stomach while pulling your pants completely off your hips. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers slide between your thighs, feeling the wetness that’s spreading at your core. 

He smirks up at you while hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear, stopping for a moment to silently ask for permission. 

“Please, Steve.” you moan. 

There’s no time wasted as he pulls them down, coming face to face with your dripping core. He moans at the sight, dipping one of his fingers between your folds as he admires you. Your hips buck slightly when he does so, biting your lip to hold back a moan that threatens to spill out. You’re nearly sobered up by the pleasure, but there’s still a lingering high in both of you, heightening the feeling of every touch. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” he says smoothly, sliding his finger into you easily as he kisses your inner thighs. “I wanna hear you moan for me, alright?” 

“O—Okay, Stevie.” you say, a moan following your words as his lips finally attach to your clit. “Oh, shit.” 

Your hands fly to his hair as he buries his face between your thighs, whining pleasurably as he slides another finger into you. His fingers pump quickly and his tongue laps at you, rubbing against the right spot every time he moves. 

“Jesus, Steve.” you cry out, tugging at his hair as he sucks on your clit. 

He pulls away from you for a moment to look you in the eyes, worried he’s done something wrong. His lips are parted, pink and glistening with your wetness and his pupils are blown with lust. It’s a sight for sore eyes, honestly. You’ve always seen Steve as attractive, but this is on a whole new level. 

“You alright?” he asks, hand rubbing your inner thigh soothingly. 

You smile down at him, fingers running through his hair. He’s too sweet, and just wants to make sure you’re okay with what he’s doing. The kindness in the voice turns you on even more—if possible—honestly. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Keep—Keep going, baby. It feels so good.” you coax. 

He nods up at you, then is moving his fingers quickly in and out of you right after. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that coil in your stomach growing tighter, overwhelming pleasure threatening to spill over. The feeling of Steve’s lips on you again makes you cry out, hips bucking up towards his face. Your hands tug at his hair, earning a moan from him as well. The vibrations on your core is bringing you close to the edge and he can tell. 

“Steve—Fuck. I’m gonna cum, baby.” you moan, gripping onto him as your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. 

Steve looks up at you while pumping his fingers still, watching you ride out your orgasm on them. He pulls away from your core and watches you with wide eyes, taking in how perfect you look beneath him. You eyes are fluttered shut and your cheeks are flushed, you look so damn angelic he could nearly cum at the sight of you getting off. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and leans over, getting face-to-face with you once more. 

“Shit, Steve.” you pant, smiling up at him. “That was so good.” 

“Yeah?” he chuckles as you nod. 

“I want—I want you to fuck me, Steve.” you say bluntly, running your fingers along his side teasingly. “Unless you just want me to return the favor.” 

“No—No, I can’t definitely do that.” he breathes out, reaching into his bedside table drawer for a condom quickly. 

Steve strips from his clothes and you rid yourself of your shirt and bra, leaving both of you completely naked on the bed. When your eyes travel down his body, you see his cock for the first time, hard and dripping with precum. It turns you on to no end to see him like this, you’ve never wanted someone as much as you do right now. You watch him with a lustful gaze as he tears the condom open with his teeth, reaching down to slide it onto his length. 

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks again, settling between your legs as he puts his tip against your entrance, teasing it slowly. 

“I do, I really do, Steve.” you say genuinely, moaning at the sight of his cock against you. 

“Just making sure.” he says, sliding into you with ease. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m—I’m not gonna last long.” 

“It’s okay, Stevie.” you moan, grabbing his arm to pull him down to you. “I wanna make you feel good.” 

“God, you already are.” he groans, the feeling of your warmth around him making it hard to form a full sentence. 

Steve smashes his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, moaning as his thrusts pick up speed. He moves quickly, one hand gripping your waist while the other teases your nipple slowly. After a few thrusts, he slows down to keep himself from cumming immediately, but it doesn’t help as much as he’d want it to. You can’t help but moan every time he bottoms out, the feeling of him inside of you is so much better than anything you’ve ever felt. 

He takes a few moments to pull away from you and admire your bodies, eyes locked on where he’s sliding into you as he watches your slickness against his cock. It’s all a little too much for him and he cums soon after, nearly collapsing on top of you as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss while moaning against your lips. He thrusts through his high, then lays against your chest for a moment to catch his breath. 

“F—Fuck.” he pants, finally rolling off of you after pulling out. “Holy shit.” 

“That’s not what I expected to do when coming over here tonight.” you giggle, rolling over to look at him as he tosses the condom in the trashcan. 

“Yeah, me either.” he laughs, walking over to his dresser to get some clothes. “Do you wanna stay?” 

“If you don’t mind.” you say. 

“Of course I don’t.” he responds, sitting on the edge of the bed to hand you a t-shirt to sleep in. 

There’s an awkward silence between you as the two of you change, both unsure of how to even start the inevitable conversation that’s about to happen. You wait until he gets back into the bed to say anything, looking at him with a furrowed brow and nervous smile. 

“Steve.” you start, turning to face him on your side as he slides under the blankets while looking over to you. “I really do like you too, like, a lot. That wasn’t just some, spur of the moment type of shit.” 

“Good, because I really mean it.” he says with a smile, pulling you into his arms while kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Goodnight, Stevie.” you say softly, drifting into a peaceful sleep on his chest.

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[hopelesshawks]

Official Accounts Part 29- Tea Talk

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

Warning for recreational drug use

Masterlist

You walk into your apartment somewhat exhausted. You’d spent the whole day doing hardware fixes and tinkering with some of the new equipment the commission had sent over. You greatly preferred software so days you are primarily doing hardware work are always harder. For a moment you forget you aren’t occupying your home alone, and then suddenly you hear the sound of your kettle whistling. You wander into the kitchen to find Keigo grabbing out two mugs. His wings are finally starting to grow back in earnest although they’re still too small to fly with. Seeing them reminds you of small cherub wings almost and every so often you’ll catch him fluttering them just a little bit as if to confirm they’re really there. You notice a few of his feathers rifling through your tea cabinet to find your favorite before dropping a bag in each mug. The sight makes you smile.

“Isn’t your spot typically on the counter little techie?” Keigo asks, interrupting your thoughts as he pours the hot water. You hop up on the counter and take the mug he offers you. “That it is Kei,” you smile. “You sent your friends to check on me,” he replies casually as he moves to lean against the counter just like that first time the two of you had tea together. “I did,” you confirm. “Thank you. I hated it but I needed it. So thank you.”

The two of you lapse back into silence for awhile. It’s different this time. Not uncomfortable per say, but there’s a weight to the silence. You can tell Keigo wants to say something but can’t quite get himself to. Perhaps he’s searching for the perfect wording to express his thoughts. Perhaps he isn’t sure he’s truly ready to share them at all. Regardless, you wait patiently. You wait patiently even as your tea cools. You wait patiently even as you start to drink it. You’re still waiting patiently as you finish off your tea and Keigo’s grip tightens around his still full mug in apparent frustration. You put your own mug down before carefully prying Keigo’s away from him. He waits for the moment you ask what’s wrong, a sense of failure already sinking in because even with how much he’s let his guard down around you he still can’t completely let go. He dreads the moment you ask because he just knows he won’t be able to tell you and it will break your heart again. He braces himself. And then you ask your question: “Wanna get high for the first time?”

He blinks at you, surprised, and wonders how you do it. How did you know he wouldn’t be able to handle disappointing you again? “Sure,” he finally replies. “I’ll meet you on the balcony,” you tell him with a small smile before hopping off the counter and heading to your bedroom, where Denki had left the remaining weed from the party the other night. By the time you head to the balcony, the door is open and Keigo is sitting on the floor outside, staring up at the sky. You close the door behind you as you step out to join him before taking a seat next to him. He watches as you somewhat clumsily roll a joint for the two of you. “Denki has always been better at this than I am,” you chuckle sheepishly. “I think you’re doing great,” Keigo responds. “Of course you would. You have no idea what great rolling looks like,” you tease before procuring a lighter from your pocket. “Ok, so here’s how this goes,” you start, “if you don’t want to cough here’s the trick. First bring the smoke into your mouth, hold it there for a second, and then inhale more and bring it into your lungs. Got it?” “Got it.” “Good.”

You put the joint to your lips and carefully light it. You take your time drawing it in and Keigo can’t help but think there’s something strangely beautiful about the way you do it. When you’ve finished you pass it to him and watch as he carefully follows your directions. You resist the urge to giggle at how serious he looks. “Relax Keigo, that’s kind of the point,” you tease. He rolls his eyes but does his best to not think quite so much on his second hit. After you’ve each taken a few hits, you give him a considering look and then decide to address what had made you invite him to smoke with you in the first place. “Look I’m not saying you should make weed the answer every time you’re struggling to open up. I refuse to be the reason the number two hero picks up a drug addiction. But you also looked like you were going to give yourself an aneurysm trying to say whatever it is you wanted to say. So we’re going to sit here and smoke and it will mellow you out and if you decide you can and want to say whatever it is that was on your mind in the kitchen that’s great. If not, well, that’s fine too,” you assure him. The thank you Keigo gives you is quiet but genuine, and you cherish it all the more for it.

It takes about an hour for Keigo to finally work up the courage to speak his mind.

“I owe you a talk,” he confesses.

“What do you mean?”

“About why I did what I did. I haven’t really explained. Not specifically. And you deserve that. Especially with everything you’ve done for me these past few days.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” you assure him. “I really, really do,” he responds.

He takes a few deep breaths, another hit, and then he slowly starts to explain: “I didn’t investigate you because I never liked you like that. I liked you so much it was frankly terrifying. Ever since that first late night at the office with you after you agreed to run my social media, you’ve shown me you understand me in ways that I didn’t even think possible. My mom didn’t love me enough to take me with her when she bolted. My dad certainly never loved me. Thank god Endeavor saved me and carted my father off to jail but I had such a clinical and tactical childhood. I... I couldn’t comprehend why you would want to be involved with me without an ulterior motive. I asked you on the date primarily to interrogate you yes. I won’t insult your intelligence by trying to lie about that. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you. It was because I wanted to be with you so bad, I desperately needed to prove you really were just crazy enough to like me back.”

“Oh Keigo... Thanks for telling me,” you say. He nods and silence falls over you both once again as you debate whether to say what’s on your mind. You take another hit, holding it in your lungs a little longer this time before releasing it into the cold night. “Now which of us is holding back?” Keigo prods as he plucks the joint from your fingers to take a hit of his own. “I just....” you sigh, “there’s something you should know about Endeavor.” “What do you mean?” “He’s not who you think he is.”

Hawks looks at you incredulously. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? “No offense but I think I know him a little better-“ “He’s a child abuser.” You’re just as shocked by your outburst as Hawks is, judging by the way he’s staring at you. “No. That’s not possible,” Hawks insists. “It’s true. The reason Dabi became a villain is because Endeavor pushed him too far in training and it literally almost burned him away entirely. Until recently Endeavor thought he was dead because of how massive the fire was. Then he trained Shoto into the ground as well to try and prevent him from turning out like Dabi. Like Touya.”

“You’re lying,” Hawks accuses desperately as he stands and begins to pace the small length of your balcony. “You know me well enough to know I’m not,” you fire back. “Who told you all this?” “Dabi.” “And you’re just going to trust him!?” “Of course not! But it makes sense doesn’t it? How the fuck else would the son of the long time number two and now number one hero end up a villain? Plus you never met Shoto in high school. He hated his father for years and even now their relationship is strained at best. It all lines up, Keigo!” you insist and it hurts. It hurts to see Hawks looking so distressed. It hurts to watch as his worldview crumbles in front of your eyes. “But I’m only here because I wanted to be like him,” Hawks finally admits, stopping in his tracks and trembling in place. “You are so much better than him,” you try to reassure the man in front of you, but as you rise and place a hand on his shoulder Hawks shakes you off. “Don’t,” he bites out before storming back into your apartment. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him feels like a gun shot in the quiet of the night.

Author’s Note: Idk if people noticed this but I’m very intentional with when I refer to our bird boy as Hawks vs when I refer to him as Keigo. Or at least I try to be. It was a bit of a last minute decision to have (y/n) reveal Endeavor as human garbage to Keigo in this chapter but I’ve been thinking about how he’d react to finding out his childhood hero is an abuser and this came out as a result.

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[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove April Day 7- Daisychain

Pluck, twist, pluck, twist, pluck, twist.

When he’s upset, Billy has a bad habit of getting himself caught in a rut, repeating the same action over and over again until he’s even more worked up.

Most of the time it’s chain smoking, lighting up one cigarette after another until his chest burns and he’s angrier than when he started, but right now, he had to resort to something else.

Susan was hosting some get-together in their backyard, and Billy had been told explicitly, don’t do anything that could embarrass the family and don’t try to stay inside and get out of it either, so even though he didn’t want a damned thing to do with the bullshit happy family routine, and especially not for Susan’s wine mom group, he knew better than to try anything.

There was a shady spot near the edge of their property where he went to brood, not out of sight of the little party but far enough away he finally had some room to breathe.

Finally away from the people, he started feeling jittery, just itching for something to do with his hands, so he plucked a mayweed, stuck his thumb under the flower to pop it off, and put the bitter stem between his teeth.

Max must’ve been feeling the same pressure to socialize, because she had come over and sat down beside him in the grass not too long after.

When Billy pulled up another daisy, she had scoffed, “You don’t have to kill them, you know.”

“Shut up, shitbird.” He flicked the head of the flower at her this time, smiling fakely when she rolled her eyes.

“God, if you have to ruin them you could at least like, make a chain or something.”

It was Billy’s turn to scoff at her, “Really, Max? Do I look like the type to braid delicate little flowers together?”

“No.” She remarked sarcastically, picking up the flower he broke, “But you do look like the type who’s going to find all these petals in your hair if you don’t quit killing my daisies for no reason.”

“If I make a stupid daisy chain, you’re wearing it.” He threatened, but nature is Max’s thing, and she had sat up straighter, a smile on her face, “Deal.”

So now it was pluck, twist, pluck, twist, pluck, twist, until he had a whole nother chain finished for Max. He ties it off and sits it atop her head, but his hands still need something to do or he���s going to tear his hair out as he slips into that same old routine of repetition.

His knuckles are locked from how aggressively he was braiding them by the time he finishes a second one, but he’s still got tons of energy to burn and no cigarettes to smoke, so it’s pluck, twist, pluck, twist, pluck, twist, again and again.

There are eight crowns in total before Billy decides his fingers are going to break if he keeps going, and he decides he’s sacrificed enough flowers. Max tries to stack them all on her head, giggling when the tower of flower crowns tips over, and then they have to decide what to do with them.

Max keeps two, one for herself and her friend El, and gives one to each of the women Susan invited over, getting a smile and a pat on the head from each one. She returns to Billy with one daisy chain left, and puts it on his head.

He shakes it back off immediately, sends a pointed glance towards Neil sitting in a lawn chair, drinking his fourth beer at two in the afternoon, “Gonna have to give this one away too.”

“Well don’t you have somebody special you can give it to?”

The answer is yes, absolutely he does, but he doesn’t know how appropriate it is, showing up at his boyfriend's house with flowers he picked out of his own backyard like he’s in some kind of puppy love.

So for now he just shrugs his shoulders, a noncommittal response to Max’s question, but really, he can’t stop thinking about it, delicate white and yellow flowers in chestnut brown hair.

He was supposed to go see Steve after this stupid social was over anyways, maybe he’d take it to him then. Yeah, that would work.

Except once the party’s over and he gets his drunken confirmation from Neil that he’s free to go, Billy’s just sitting in his car outside of Steve’s with the daisy chain hanging from his mirror, debating on whether to give it to him or not.

Because he wasn’t supposed to be that kind of queer or Neil Hargrove would’ve sniffed him out a thousand times by now. He was masculine, tough, not at all the type to bring his boyfriend fucking daisies.

So it stays in the car, but the whole time they’re together, he’s still thinking about it, likening soft porcelain skin to white flower petals, lean limbs to sturdy stems, until he decides he’s just got to see that pretty face framed by spring blooms.

Right before he leaves, he grabs it out of the car, holds it behind his back, “Got you something, pretty boy.”

He steps back onto Steve’s stoop and crowns his King, placing the circle of mayweed on top of his head, making Steve blush, just the lightest dusting of pink on his cheeks as he declares, “Oh, I love daisies! Our lawn boy always puts weed killer on all of our flowers, says it makes the yard look nicer, so I never get to see any.”

Then he kisses Billy on the cheek, gentle and soft, and tells him, “Thank you, Billy.” and closes the front door. In that moment, standing on his boyfriend’s stoop at midnight, having brought him flowers and got the sweetest display of affection in return, Billy felt like he was in one of those sad-sap love stories like Susan watched.

And maybe it’s a little much, but now how is Billy supposed to just show up at Steve’s door without one of the wild daisies that grows out back, since they have so many? Especially when each and every time Steve does the exact same thing, kisses him on the cheek and puts them in a little vase on the table.

It doesn’t take long until he’s picked the yard almost barren of any wild daisies just to see that sweet smile on Steve’s face again.

Now the only thing that could ruin this for him would be- “William Reuben Hargrove, what did you do to all of my daisies?”- if Max found out he’d picked her flowers.

It was so worth it.

[outerbankspreferences]

The Roommate - Austin North

Chapter Three - The Party

Word Count: 2213

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

The party at Chase and Madelyn’s apartment was all anyone could talk about. Everyone had been working hard lately it was nice to blow off some steam. They were all sitting around Rudy’s trailer talking about filming and who was all going. “Did Oliva say she was going to come babe?” Rudy asked his girlfriend who was talking to Madison. “Uh yeah, she said she would try and make it. I think she might have to work in the morning though.” She spoke up a little to be heard over everyone.

“Is that the person you want to live with Austin and Drew?” Madison questioned. “Yeah, she’s my old college roommate, you guys are going to love her.” Elaine promised, sending her friend a text to remind her about the party.

 Oliva was in line getting a coffee when she got the text message. Don’t forget about the party tonight. You promised. Elaine was a force to be reckon with, and she knew better then to forget another date with her. Oliva didn’t really want to go, but she also desperately needed roommates, so she needed to impress. Once she got her coffee, she headed back to her office.

 They’ve been working on a difficult case that hit close to home for her. She got back to her office, listening to her voicemail, and checking her email. It took her almost an hour for the fact that she never worked in her office. She was more of a remote worker, and by that she worked from her car. It was her job to get information on people that the lawyers needed for witnesses or other things. Working for a defence lawyer had its perks, better pay, more opportunities, but she didn’t always agree with the cases she had to work.

 She was pulled from her thought when her boss Max, came through the door not bothering to knock. “Wow Bennet, you’re actually in your office for once.” He spoke leaning against the door frame. “What can I say, I work better in an open space.” Oliva retorted, taking a sip from her coffee. “Have you given any thought to my offer about LA. I really need someone I can trust out there.” She knew what he meant; she knew Max back in law school. He was a good-looking man but didn’t have the personality to match. Max was selfish, he always had been. “I was still thinking about it. It’s expensive, and I’m going to need a roommate.” She spoke, trying to gain more time to think about it. “I want an answer by Monday or I’m giving the job to Wendy in finance.” That was a bold move, Oliva figured he was bluffing she was the best paralegal they had. Even with unorthodox approach at things. Wendy would just mess things up even in a smaller firm, she didn’t have the experience needed.

 Her phone started to ring as Max was leaving. She looked to see a picture of Elaine pop up on her screen. “Good lord Elaine, I’m not going to forget about tonight.” She thought. She accepted the phone call. “Hello Elaine” She spoke blandly into the phone. “Oh, don’t sound so disappointed to hear from me. Did you get my text? You didn’t forget, did you?” She asked laughing on the other end. “No, I didn’t forget, I’m just at work right now. What time did you want me to come over?” She asked, trying to figure how much time she needed to get ready. “It’s actually not at my place, it’s at my friends. I’ll text you the address, show up for like seven, does that work?” She said as more of statement then a question.

 “Yeah, it does, how should I dress? Do I need to look nice for this?” Oliva asked, not really looking forward to getting dressed up too much.

 “Uh, no just causal, don’t forget the jello shots, for me of course.” She laughed thinking of the many times Elaine got out of control from drinking one to many jello shooters. “Yeah, I’ll bring them don’t worry.” Oliva reassured her. “Oh, I almost forgot, Austin and Drew will be there so you can finally meet them! It’ll work out perfect.” Elaine spoke, and Oliva could hear someone yelling her name in the background. “They need me, but I’ll see you tonight!” Elaine spoke hanging up on her. Oliva sighed wondering what the hell she got herself into.

 “Who was that?” Rudy asked his girlfriend pulling her into a tight hug. “Oliva, just making sure she was still coming tonight.” Rudy knew how much this meant to her. Elaine talked about her all the time. What he didn’t like was how many times Oliva had blown her off. He figured she wasn’t going to show tonight, but didn’t want Elaine to get upset, “don’t get to upset if she doesn’t show up babe. She’s already bailed on you before.” He warned knowing how she got. Elaine knew there was truth to what he was saying, but he also didn’t know Oliva like she did. She knew that Oliva would show up because it was something important to her.

 Oliva left her office around five, grabbing something to eat on the way home. She knew better then to drink on an empty stomach. Once she got back to her apartment, she started to eat the crappy Chinese food, and rummaged through her closet to find something to wear. She was trying to not overthink it, but she also wanted to impress these people. She had seen pictures of them on Elaine’s Instagram and figured a pair of ripped skinny jeans and vintage band shirt would suffice. She turned on her hair curler letting it heat up. She kept her makeup simple, adding a little bit of winged eyeliner and then loosely curled her hair. She checked the time, 6:30. When she looked up the address earlier, it was about a half hour from where she lived. She grabbed her container full of jello shots and text Elaine to inform her she was on her way.

 Once Oliva got to the house, she sat out in her car debating whether to go in or not. She could leave now and make up some stupid excuse as to why she needed to leave. She could tell Elaine it was traffic, or she got rear ended, or maybe food poisoning. She knew whatever excuse she made; nothing would be worth jeopardizing their friendship. Oliva looked at her phone one more time before popping back one the jello shooters and going inside. When she got into the apartment building it looked nice, much nicer than hers. She could tell the hallways had been cleaned regularly. She got in the elevator, riding it to the third floor. She could hear music playing from one of the apartments. “Perfect” she said to herself “not hard to find.”

 Oliva knocked on the door and all sudden became very nervous. She needed these people to like her if she wanted knew roommates. Giving herself a small pep talk on the inside, the door swung open to a tall man with shaggy brown hair.

 “Hey, you must be Oliva!” He spoke, “I’m Chase, one of Elaine’s friends.” He extended his hand out to her. Oliva smiled grasping his hand, “yeah I am, I’m sorry for being late.” She half heartedly apologized, not really meaning it. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell him that it was because she was sitting in her car debating whether to come in or bail again. “Don’t worry about it, come on in. I can take those.” Chase went to grab the jello shots, Oliva handing them over stepping into the apartment. It was loud and faintly smelt of weed and sweat. She looked around for her friend, hoping for everyone sake she didn’t get there before Elaine.

 Oliva followed Chase to the kitchen, it was small and there were already people in their mixing drinks. “Oliva this is JD, Maddie C., and Maddie B.” Chase pointed to each person as they gave the foreign girl a small wave. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys, I’ll apologize now if I forgot your names.” The two moved on to the living room that she could see through the kitchen. It was a moderate size, big enough that a fair amount of people could fit in and not be crowded. It led to a small balcony that she could see some people out smoking. Oliva jumped a little from Elaine coming up and hugging her from behind. “You made it, I told you guys she would come.” She squeaked and Oliva giggled, smelling the vodka from her drink.

 “Of course, I made it, I told you I would be here.” Oliva responded turning around to hug her friend properly. Elaine was wearing a blouse and a pair of jeans, with her camera around her neck. She couldn’t go far without the camera; it was one of the things Oliva loved about her. “Well, you’ve bailed the last couple of time, so who knows with you. Did you bring the jello shots?” Elaine asked dragging her to the kitchen. “I did, I think Chase put them in the fridge.” Oliva spoke, following the only person she knew. JD, Maddie C. and Maddie B. were gone someone knew was there. “Oh, this is perfect,” Elaine spoke causing the man to look at her, “Oliva this is Drew, Drew this is Oliva the girl I was telling you about.” He smiled at her, extending his hand. “Hey, nice to meet you, Elaine was telling us that you’re moving to LA in a couple of months.” “Yeah, I got a new job out there.” Oliva explained not giving anymore information.

 Drew took a moment to take her in, trying to get a read on her. He was still a bit apprehensive about living with a girl. She seemed nice, quiet but nice. Before he could question Oliva, any more Elaine came up to drag her away, “come on, I want to introduce you to everyone else.” She slurred already a bit tipsy.

 Elaine dragged Oliva back into the living room. The only other person she recognized was Rudy from pictures, and he didn’t seem overly happy to see her there. Everyone was sitting around drinking and playing a card against humanity. Elaine went right through the living room to the balcony where some other people were out smoking. “Hey guys, this is Oliva.” Elaine introduced her friend while searching for a lighter.

 When she turned around, Oliva came face to face with a very handsome blonde. ‘What the hell is with all the blondes?’ she thought to herself. The man stuck his hand out, “I’m Austin.” He smiled at her. “I heard you were going to be our roommate, have you met Drew yet?” He asked, handing Elaine the lighter in his hand. She thanked him, “Oh yeah I did meet him, but I never mention anything about being roommates, I wasn’t sure if Elaine had brought it up or not.” Oliva responded. “You weren’t supposed to bring it up Austin.” Elaine giggled. She warned Drew and Austin not to bombard Oliva because it would just scare her off. “oh shit, yeah she did tell us that.” He spoke half scared of the brunette in front of him. Oliva could tell he was nervous “it’s okay, maybe the three of us can meet up for coffee and work all the details out.” She smiled at him.

 The night went on well after that. Considering it was just a small apartment Oliva didn’t run into ether of the boys again. She was in the kitchen filling up her last drink of the night when Rudy came in. “Surprised you showed up Oliva.” He spoke causing her to jump. She turned to look at the blonde who walked in. “Elaine wanted me here, so I came.” She responded. “She’s been trying to get together with you for weeks now. She stuck her neck out for you to help you find a place to live and you couldn’t even bother to show up.” He wasn’t wrong. Elaine had done a lot to help her, but she also had to work. “I know, but I can’t help it if I have to work, not all of us can be actors.” She spoke up, not wanting to have this conversation.

 Oliva didn’t know Rudy that well, and in his defense, they did get off on the wrong foot, but if he thought for one minute, he was going to grill her about not showing up he had another thing coming. Before Rudy had a chance to speak again Oliva had dumped her drink down the drain and headed for the door. Just as she was about to walk out the door Elaine stopped her. “Are you leaving already ‘Liv? It’s not even that late.” When Oliva turned around, she could see the see a bit of hurt in Elaine’s eyes, but when she spoke, she looked directly at Rudy. “Yeah, I have to work in the morning, say my goodbyes for me?” She asked forcing a smile at her friend.

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Meeting and Dating Kevin Pickford

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

(I love this pointless movie)

- You and Kevin meet after your friends convinced you to go to one of his parties. You could of made up ten different activities you’d rather do than go to a highschool keg party but your friends insisted and you soon found yourself packed into their car.

- Now you had had a little crush on Kevin for a while, ever since freshman year when you saw him for the first time, so even though you weren’t very excited to spend your night surrounded by your drunken peers you were a bit excited to maybe, hopefully see him.

- So you arrive at his house; let’s pretend this is another party that didn’t get shut down, and you walk through the front door to see the typical shit show. You stick by your friends for a while, nursing a beer and trying to convince yourself you’re having a good time. That is until your friends all but ditch you to go and mingle.

- Soon enough you’re all alone standing uncomfortably in the relatively abandoned kitchen. You’re debating the idea of just leaving, walking home didn’t seem all to bad given the circumstances, but just as you feel like you’ve made up your mind...in walks the host. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest when you saw him, you stared down at your cup hoping he would just sort of ignore you as he rummaged for whatever it was he was looking for.

“How ya doin?” Shit.

- It seemed like he was just trying to be friendly so you gave him as much of a smile as you could muster and a small “fine” before glancing down at your drink again. From your experience this was usually when the person would just nod and walk out but he didn’t. He gathered the stuff he had came in for but paused at the counter.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before... whats your name?”

- I think you’d have to be a year younger than him because if you were in his grade prior to this he would have asked you out or at least spoken to you before. So you’re a sophomore going into junior year and he’s a junior going into senior year.

“Oh you wouldn’t really know me, I’m a sophomore. My friends brought me, I’m y/n.”

“Oh cool man cool. I’m Kevin.”

“Yeah, I-uh, I know,” you chuckled a little. “Nice party.”

- He smiled and was about to say something before he was called back to the party by a loud shout. “Well I’m gonna go deliver the necess-it-ies. You should come out, join the living, raise a little hell.” And then he was once again lost in the sea of people flooding his living room.

- After he was gone you freaked out for a hot minute over the fact that you had just talked to your longtime crush. You decided that maybe you could stomach a little more of the party and took a deep breath before wandering out of the kitchen. It was maybe thirty minutes later that the two of you found each other again and started up a mini conversation.

- Soon enough the two of you were heading up to his bedroom so that you could actually hear each other speak. You spent a surprisingly long time just talking to each other while the party went on downstairs; it was four in the morning by the time you checked the clock again.

- You figured it was time for you to go home, so you stood up and began to say goodbye before he tried to convince you to stay a little longer. It’s nearly impossible to deny him, it’s pretty much been your dream for this exact scenario to happen. You promise to stay for another hour, which turns into another hour, and finally you really need to go so that you can avoid meeting your parents at the front door. He asks for your number and you write it down for him before you leave.

- You end up walking home in the rising sun which almost feels like the perfect way to end the night.

- He calls you a few days later asking if you’d want to come over which you obviously agree to. You get together, chat some more, listen to music, all that fun teenager shit. But then he leans over and kisses you, pulling away with that gorgeous smile of his and, well, you’re walking on clouds for the rest of the day.

- Later on you kiss some more and he gives you a “so does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend from now on, cause I think I’d like that, a lot”.

- Listen most of your dates are more or less just the two of you hanging out not really doing much besides enjoying each other’s company.

- But he does take you to a drive in restaurant for dinner so you can count that as your first “official” date. He wanted to “give a good first impression for your relationship”.

- You’re together like 90% of the time. The both of you are kind of clingy with each other and neither of you seem to mind.

- Whenever you’re together he always has some form of physical contact with you at all times.

- Sitting on his lap.

- He loves PDA but it’s mostly because he just loves affection in general.

- He’s a big baby who likes being cuddled and that’s a fact. He lowkey loves being the little spoon but it genuinely doesnt matter to him how you cuddle as long as you do it.

- Keeps tabs on you whenever you go out together. He usually stays close by or at least knows where you’re going to be, he likes to make sure you’re alright.

- You definitely have little routines together whether it be when his parents almost catch him smoking or cleaning up after a party or just when coming home from school.

- Helping to make sure his parents don’t catch him smoking in his room. You’re usually sent out to distract them or you clear things up while he talks with them.

- He’s so interested in your talents and hobbies, show him what you’re passionate about baby! He wants to know!

- Always being offered free booze or weed.

- Awkward first introductions to his friends when they crash one of your hangouts to try and buy some herb.

- Being invited to all of his and his friends parties.

- Helping him plan his parties.

- Helping him with all his antics.

- He’s always fiddling with something whenever you’re together so be prepared to see him doing something at any given moment in the corner of your eye.

- Making out, he could kiss for hours.

- Always having shotgun reserved for you.

- Laying on the hood of his car together and talking about random shit.

- Trying to hide your laughter while you listen to his weird weed fueled theories and stories.

- He shows off everything you make or do, he’s a subtle cheerleader.

- You spend most of your time in his room, sitting in his egg chair or on the windowseat while he smokes a joint.

- You’re constantly on the same wavelength.

 “Thats what I was gonna say!!”

- Braiding and running your fingers through his hair.

- He plays with your hair as well, twirling strands between his fingers and stroking it when you’re cuddling.

- He’s honestly so adorable and absolutely smitten with you. All his friends can tell he’s whipped but he doesn’t care.

- He thinks it’s so cute that you had a crush on him, well that’s if you ever admit it to him.

- Hand holding especially whenever you’re walking together.

- Staying up till dawn together.

- Making flower crowns together, dont deny it he’d do it. 

- His parents love you and are always really sweet, his mother is an absolute angel.

- He isnt going to force you to smoke with him but he does need you to accept that hes not stopping just because you dont want to. He’ll agree to not smoke around you because thats fair enough but he’ll still do it with his friends or on his own. I can assume you’re alright with that if you want a relationship with him.

- Kevins pretty chill so there’s rarely any fighting and the fighting you do have are more so just arguments rather than actual fullblown fights. They’re usually over a dangerous idea or stupid action he had/did. These arguments usually end with him realizing and admitting you’re right or saying how he can see why you’d think that. He gets it even if he doesnt think its as big of a deal as you do.

- Kevin is a moderately jealous person, he doesnt think every man you talk to is a threat to your relationship. He’s pretty calm, which is what you’d expect from a stoner, he more so just smirks at the guy he knows is flirting with you and shows that you’re his with an arm around your shoulder and/or a kiss. He never dwells on it or let’s it ruin your night. 

- He’s a very loyal boy, no cheating, no flirting with other girls. You’re the only girl he has eyes for.

- Swapping clothes and accessories.

- You share pretty much everything; food, drinks, homework, joints, a single braincell. 

- Going to the emporium and playing fooseball and pool together or jokingly cheering him on while he plays someone else.

- A lot of nicknames; he definitely calls you flowerchild and other very 70s sounding ones. 

- Having a lot of Polaroids together.

- Concert dates.

- Record store dates.

- Late night hangouts.

- Going on random trips to different stores to get food or drinks.

- Well if you’re becoming a junior then you’ll have a year in highschool without him in the near future. He doesn’t really mind waiting for you to graduate so that you can advance your relationship but it will bother him when he isn’t able to see you for more than six hours, five days a weeks

- Probably proposes to you in bed, late at night with a “how would you like to be a Mrs. Pickford?” while he spins the ring between his fingers.

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Don’t Kill My Vibe

Someone says something about your dad that you don’t like, and of course you end up in a fight…

-

           “So,” your dad said as the two of you cross the street back to your house. You’d both gone on a jog, the dog included, and the sun was setting outside. “You excited for school tomorrow?”

           “When have I ever been excited for school?” You asked. He shrugged, wiping his hiatus beard with his shirt. It was your first day of your senior year, and you’d be lying if you said you actually wanted to go. Your dad was nice enough to pay for an amazing private school, a car to get you there, and for whatever sports or activity you wanted to do. But you hated the other girls that went there. Not that you weren’t also a rich white girl, but some of them just got on your nerves because of what they said about you and your dad. Would you ever do anything about it? Probably not. But did you want to? Yes. You wanted to deck them right in the face and speed up the nose jobs their mommies and daddies would have to pay for anyway.

           “It’s your senior year!” He reminded you as he shoved the key through the front door. “You can do off campus lunch, you get to get away from me in a year, you get to actually do cool things…” You sighed.

           “A summer away from bitches wasn’t enough,” you grumbled.

           “Language!” Your dad shouted one of his more famous lines as he went to the kitchen. “I’m going to check everything in your car and make sure it’s good. I want you in bed soon, I don’t want any complaining tomorrow when I wake you up early for breakfast.” You rolled your eyes. He was sweet to make you breakfast, really, but if he made you late you wouldn’t be happy.

           Wear a skirt with me tomorrow? Your phone chimed with a text from your best friend, Bella, and you scoffed.

           Plaid or plaid? You responded, thinking of which of your uniform skirts to roll up three times until it was almost too short. Do you still need a ride?

           Please. The Pilot is big boy broken down. That would at least give you the chance to skip out on breakfast with your dad, so you went with it. The next morning you were up and ready to go before your dad had even finished the pancakes, mostly just eager to get to Bella’s house.

           “You’re going to sit here and eat at least one of everything before you leave,” your dad said to you when you tried to grab a piece of bacon and go. “Or I’m taking the car keys.”

           “Dad,” you insisted.

           “Just tell Bella to walk over.” You rolled your eyes, but texted Bella that she would have to walk to your house from down the street because your dad was making you sit and eat breakfast with him.

           “When are you leaving again?” You joked with narrowed eyes. He just laughed and started making himself a cup of coffee. “Carly doesn’t make me sit and eat breakfast in the mornings.”

           “Carly also lets you go to Starbucks four times a week,” Chris replied. Chris almost always called her to come over and stay with you when he had to leave, and in a few days he was supposed to go to D.C. to talk about his political website with some senators. You secretly hated it when he left, but he was always much nicer to you when he came back out of pure guilt.

           “Incoming!” Your front door opened a few minutes later as you were staring at your dad, just blinking at him as he forced you to finish a pancake. You turned, thanking God she was there.

           “Can I please leave now?” You asked your dad. Bella walked into the kitchen that was kind of hers too because she was always at the house.

           “Nope. Bella, you want anything to eat?”

           “No thanks, I had a pop tart,” Bella responded with a shrug. “Thanks, though.”

           “Okay. I need to take a shower, so I’ll see you after school, babe, okay?” Your dad walked over to where you were sitting on a bar stool and hugged you tightly. “Be good.”

           “You skipped half your senior year to smoke weed in the parking lot, so anything is better than that.” You put your plate in the sink and then unlocked your car, walking to it with Bella and starting the half an hour drive over.

           “Freshman,” Bella said grimly, crossing her arms over her chest as you drove into the parking lot. A group of them were standing in front of your friend Cara’s car, and barely moved as you pulled into the parking space beside her. You’d been able to go decorate a parking space the week before, and of course yours was decorated with your name and the Hollywood sign since you were hoping to go to UCLA. Unfortunately for you, it had your last name on it, too. And you were the absolute spitting image of your dad, right down to the light brown hair and blue eyes. People usually just didn’t care about who he was, but you’d had a few experiences where people would try and say things about him to you. If there was one thing you knew, it was that your dad was talented and worked harder than anyone you knew and you wouldn’t let anyone get away with thinking otherwise.

           “If I end up beating someone up today,” you told Bella as you reached into the back seat to grab your backpack, “don’t tell my dad.”

           “Got it,” she responded. The two of you put your sunglasses in the car’s console and started getting out.

           “You can’t park there unless you’re her,” the freshman girl said when she saw you get out of the car.

           “Yeah, too bad I am,” you responded with a shrug. You looked just like your dad on every single level except for the fact that you had your mom’s nose, so it was extremely dumb for her not to notice. You shut and locked the door to your car, getting ready to walk inside the building. The little blonde girl who had spoken to you before went back to talking to her friends.

           “I would’ve thought she would be uglier,” the girl said. You gritted your teeth together, looked at Bella, and started walking into the building.

           Throughout the day, the same set of girls was there to annoy you. At every turn it seemed like they were there, whispering something about you. And you kept asking, you even asked them at one point, why they were so obsessed with you. If nobody else was, they shouldn’t be. Most people seemed to have your back – you’d been going to that school every year except for the one year your dad decided to move you to the house in L.A. because he was shooting a miniseries out there, and everyone knew you and almost everyone knew that it was the opposite of a big deal. Everyone had dads and everyone’s dad did something. Yours just did it publicly. No one treated the mayor’s daughter that way, and she was a sophomore at your school.

           “Literally why are you so obsessed with me?” You finally asked the girl when you heard her at lunch. “Unless you have some severe Daddy issues, maybe you should leave me alone.”

           “Maybe I just have issues with your Daddy,” she responded. You stood up, pulling up your skirt slightly, and debated on whether to take out your earrings.

-

           “Hello?” Chris asked later that day, flopping onto the couch in his office. He’d just bought his ticket out to D.C. in three days – enough of a day’s work for someone who didn’t have to go anywhere.

           “Yeah, is this Mr. Evans?” Chris thought nothing of it at first.

           “Yep. What can I do for you?”

           “You’re Y/n’s father, correct?”

           “Why?” His eyebrows furrowed. It had been a long time since anyone at your school had called him for anything besides the occasional confirmation that you wouldn’t be there for a week or so for vacation. “I mean, yes, I am, is everything okay?”

           “Your daughter was involved in a, um, disagreement earlier in the lunch room. Would it be possible for you to come down to the school and take her home?”

           “Yeah, of course, is everything okay? Is she okay?”

           “We discussed it and found she’s not at fault, but she is upset.” Chris thought about it for a minute before putting his phone on speaker to call a car to come get him.

           “I’ll be there in around twenty minutes,” Chris said. He quickly called a car and changed into school-appropriate clothes, took the extra set of keys to your car, and went to wait.

           He tried texting you, but he also knew you turned your phone off during school. He wasn’t surprised when he walked into the office and saw you sitting there, but he also wasn’t surprised when he saw another girl sitting next to you. You looked up when you saw him and the look on your face was so apologetic that he couldn’t help but feel bad. You weren’t at fault, he remembered, but he was going to get to the bottom of it.

           “Hey, sweetheart,” he said to you. You could see the concern in his face, not disappointment, and that made it worse. Why wasn’t he mad at you? “Come on. Let’s go home.” He glanced at the other girl as you got up, noticing that nobody seemed like they were there to pick her up. His arm went around your back as he walked you out to the parking lot, taking the car keys out and walking you to your spot.

           “Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?” You asked softly as he climbed into the driver’s seat. He started up the car.

           “I was going to ask you if you wanted food first, but yeah,” he responded. You turned your head away from him, more ashamed than anything. You were so damn hard-headed and everyone knew that, including you. But it had never caused any issues before. Especially not issues that led to a massive fight on school grounds your senior year.

           “Yes, please.” He smiled and took your hand, squeezing it tightly before putting the car in gear with the same hand. “What did they tell you?”

           “Not much,” he replied, “just that you got into it with someone and they aren’t punishing you for it because it wasn’t your fault.” You sniffled. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were just so damn mad. You didn’t think you’d ever been angrier in your entire life.

           “This freshman girl just started acting really weird when I pulled in this morning,” you started. “And just kept saying stuff about you. Stupid stuff, and it started mostly about me. And then she just kept saying stuff like you were washed up, useless, bad at what you do. And then she said at lunch that you have no right being political about things and I just… I lost it. And I shouldn’t have, but I lost it.” You were crying again, and you really didn’t want to, but it happened. He didn’t say anything at first – he just pulled into the drive-thru at Chick-Fil-A and ordered the both of you lunch. Then he drove back to the house, and after eating in silence, told you to change out of your uniform.

           You came back downstairs later, having both eaten your feelings and cried it out in the shower, and saw him sitting on the couch. He motioned for you to come sit with him, so you did. You two were ridiculously close – closer than most families were, and the invitation to cuddle under a large blanket wasn’t a rare one. So you curled up in the corner of the couch and let him sit beside you, throwing your favorite blanket over the two of you.

           “You shouldn’t have gone insane over that,” he started to say to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder as Dodger came to sit on the other side of the couch.

           “I know.”

           “I always appreciate you defending my honor, honey, but I’m a big boy. You should be worried about you, not me. Okay?” He wrapped an arm around you and hugged you tightly.

           “I know. I’m sorry.”

           “But you did show her who’s boss.” You laughed. “I guess I really can’t be mad when I was gone by this point of my first day senior year.” You laughed again.

           “I learned from the best.”

           “Yeah, thank God you’re not into drugs. And you’re still grounded, by the way. I must’ve missed the lesson when you were a kid about hitting others.”

I hope the person who requests loves it! I had fun writing this one, it reminded me so much of the irritating people I met in high school!