#grab a bowl of dry cereal

[liyawritesss]

I totally get what you're saying in the tags about not being able to get into the later spin-offs with Yu-Gi-Oh. It was the same for me but not just with Yu-Gi-Oh, but every single other anime that falls into the same category with Yu-Gi-Oh did the same thing. Pokemon, Beyblade, and even Digimon. The spin offs with the new main protagonist was younger and the plot and themes were less mature and harder to connect with. I understand from a business point of view like appeal to the younger crowd because that's who the main target audience was for these animes. But still a part of me always thinks I was pretty young like 6 or 7 when I started watching Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh. It wasn't hard for me at all to enjoy them.

You're so real for this. I don't truly remember when I started watching YuGiOh bc my memory goes as far back as maybe 7, but according to my mom and how she remembers it, it was probably closer to 4. Shows back then I guess didn't try as hard so it wasn't hard to digest?? Idk that's how I think about it. When I tell you this show practically raised me! My brain chemistry was changed forever when I watched YuGiOh. It was and still is easy to be captivated by the og3 shows, idk what they changed with the formula but I wish it it would go back 🥹🥹

[vvinirl]

choso. k

warnings: creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dick riding, cowgirl riding, little praise kink, vanilla sex (smut with plot)

if you see any grammar errors you didn’t! 🤗

you wake up one night, not being able to sleep. you were really tired before going to bed so you thought you were gonna be asleep until the next morning but nope. you sat up from your bed and looked over at the alarm clock as the time read 1:53 AM

you groan as you got up and exited your room, knowing you weren’t gonna go back to sleep any time soon

as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment with choso, you turned on the lights and got jump scared immediately

“what the fuck choso!” you scream as you held your hand over your heart, you felt it beating fast and rapidly

choso groans as he covers his eyes with the back of his hand, the other holding a spoon for his cereal he was eating. “turn it back off”

“no nigga, it’s dark as hell in here and you’re just sitting there eating cereal” you walk over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and took a seat next to him on one of the stools at the kitchen counter

“it’s better when it’s dark” he said as he continued eating his cereal, “you know it’s almost 2 AM and you’re out here eating cereal” you said to him as you took a sip of your water and set it on the counter

he shrugged, “i was hungry”

you looked at him as you shook your head, “you’re like a vampire i swear, count choso” you giggled at your own joke as choso just eyed you

“was that supposed to be funny?” he asked as he looked at his imaginary camera. “yes it was, now look laugh nigga”

he give you a dry and fake laugh with a straight face, “better?”

“yes very better, i’m glad you found my joke laughable and humorous” you give him a proud smile as you nodded. “okay young sheldon” he said as he took a bite of his cereal, smirking to himself

“excuse you?” you raised a brow at him. you reached over and took his cereal away from him. “now you’re gonna starve for that” you said to him as you also took his spoon away

he just stared at you, mouth opened slightly as he watched you take a bite of his cereal and give him a sweet and innocent smile. “see now if i was to choke you..” choso said

you choke on the milk and cough a little as you looked up at him slowly. “come again?”

“you heard me” he shrugged carelessly. you push his cereal back to him, “you can have it back” you say as you give him a nervous smile. “that’s what i thought”

you roll your eyes and you were about to say something back but as soon as your mouth opened, choso put a spoon full of cereal in it. “if you wanted some you could’ve asked”

when he takes the spoon out your mouth, you chew and swallow the cereal. “it was soggy anyways” you roll your eyes again, slightly getting butterflies from the fact you and choso were sharing spoons, basically indirect kissing

“but you liked it tho” he smirked at you, those sleepy eyes of his looking right into yours. “you must be dreaming then”

“only about you” he mumbles under his breath but you didn’t catch what he said. “hmm?” you hummed in a questioning way as you looked at him

he looked away for a few seconds then looked down at his cereal. “nothing..” he said as he got up and and began to wash his bowl and spoon in the sink. “nooo tell me, don’t do that” you said as you got up and walked over to where he was, leaning against the counter

“no go away” he said as he flashed some water on you from his hands. you smacked him on his shoulder as you wiped your face. “chosoo” you whined as he put his bowl and spoon away

if only you knew what your whiney voice did to him and the bulging erection he had in his black and grey checkered pajama pants right now

“cho just tell me” you continued to whine as you followed him as he walked back into his room. “i’m not leaving until you tell me” you said as you jumped on his bed and laid in star position on your back. “suit yourself then” choso said as he jumped and fell on top of you

your life flash before your eyes, all the moments from your birth until now flashed before your eyes as choso jumped on top of you. you let out a squeal as you shield your face from him. you let out a long oww as choso begins to laugh

“it’s not funny” you side eyed him as he got up and looked down at you chuckling slightly with his deep sleepy voice, both of his hands resting on each side of your face. you both realized what kind of position you were in as you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist

both of you don’t say anything but the silence in the room wasn’t so uncomfortable or awkward. you wanna say something but the words don’t manage to come out

“can i kiss you, please y/n?” choso asked you as his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips and back up to your eyes again. you only nodded, being speechless within that moment. “use your words baby”

“y-yeah” you say as choso give you a small smile while leaning in. finally closing the gap between you two as your lips meet

soft lips on yours as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. he bites your lower lip a little, earning a whine from you. his tongue somehow found its way into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side a little. the kiss begins to get hot and more lustful

one of his hands move down to your hips as he caresses it softly, his hand then begins to slowly slide up your shirt as he kisses your jaw and down to your neck. he starts to leave hickeys and love bites all over your neck as his hand goes under your bra and he cups your breast

he leans up as he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere in his room. you arch your back as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, his mouth instantly going to your right nipple as his other hand plays and squeezes the other one. after a few minutes he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same attention

when he’s done with your boobs, he’s kissing his way down to your stomach, leaving little hickeys along the way. he finally reaches right where you want him, your burning heat

looking up, he makes eye contact with you as he pulls your shorts off, your panties coming off with them

he stares up at you as he licks a line up your slit and you turn your head away in embarrassment. “look at me” choso said as he grabbed your chin and made you face him again. he goes back to eating you out as his middle finger teased your entrance. you lean up and one of your hands move to his hair as you grip it

“fuck choso” you moan out his name again as he slips his finger into you heat and start to slowly move it in and out. your grip on his hair tightens, earning a low groan from choso as he sucks on your clit while his finger works inside you

you’re already starting to feel that familiar warm feeling in your stomach as you slightly grind your hips upwards and against his mouth, wanting more

you were about to tell choso that you were close to coming but he stops sucking on your clit and he leans up and looks at you. he takes his finger out your pussy as he inserts it in his mouth and lets out a hum in satisfaction. “why did you stop?” you asked as he took his shirt off

“because i want you to come on my cock instead”

you slowly sink down onto choso’s cock as you throw your head back in pleasure, one hand placed on his lower stomach as the other is holding onto his thighs behind you for support.

“fuck y/n” choso moans as his grip on your hips tightened, he bucks his hips up for more friction. “you gotta move baby, you’re killing me”

you always thought choso might be big but this big?

you tired your best to move as you rolled your hips and started to move up and down slowly. you clearly needed help, the amount of pleasure you were experiencing right was mouth watering

choso noticed that you needed help moving so his grip on your hips tightened as he starts to help you move up and down on his cock. he groans from the feeling of your walls squeezing and clenching around his fat dick. “so tight and it feels just right, like you were made to take me” he said through breathy moans as he starts to move you faster, also moving his hips to meet yours

“oh cho~” you whimpered as you bite back your moans, not wanting to be too loud. “let me hear those pretty moans baby, i wanna hear how good this dick is making you feel”

he’s moving you faster up and down now as your boobs bounce against your chest, you moan uncontrollably as he does too. both of you not caring if the neighbors can hear you or not

“just like that, right there” you moan out as your hands move up to cup your own breast. one of choso’s hands move to your clit to rub it as the other stays on your hips, continuing to move you, helping you bounce on his dick

“can you come on my dick for me baby, please?” choso begged as he stared up at you with pleading eyes. he has never looked so good, especially under you, begging for you to paint his cock with your juices

“mhm” was all you could manage to say, not being able to speak from how good he felt inside you, his cock hitting that spot inside you and he was hitting it so good

you felt that feeling in your stomach again as you approached your high, you lean forward and kissed choso as he continues to slam his dick upwards inside of you. you moan into the kiss as both of your tongues dance together, sloppily making out as saliva dripped down your chin

the scene was so nasty, like something out of a porn video but it was also so so good

his pace starts to speed up more and his rhythm begins to become sloppy as he moans into your mouth

you kissed his jaw as you put your face in the crook of his neck as you moaned his name into his ear as you came all over his cock

“shit y/n” choso moans into your ear as he’s cumming into you, his pace still not slowing down as he still continues to fuck you fast and sloppily, creating lewd slapping noises that filled his room

he starts to slow down as he fills you with his seed, yours and his mixing together as some drips down onto his happy trial, coating his lower stomach

you bring your head back up as you kissed him again as he’s still inside you, not planning to pull out any time soon. both your mouth move in sync as he bites and sucks on your lower lip

you lean back up and look down at him as he bites his lips, those sleepy eyes staring into yours

“can we stay like this, i wanna stay inside you” he said as his hands move down and squeezed your ass. “but we’re all sweaty and stuff” you say back to him

“i don’t mind, as long as im here with you” he shrugged. “you’re corny” your roll your eyes as you leaned down and kissed him again

[immodestly-marina]

Hey there!

I am a huge Sam girl and I was hoping you could write a nice fix for us wherein the reader gets badly hurt on a hunt but doesn't tell the boys and later passes out on Sam in the bunker. That's when they find out and both the boys panic especially Sam but take good care of her to get her to recovery. Reader recovers physically but mentally she's got a bit disturbed and gets a bad panic attack but Sam helps her through it as well and then it's all fluff in the end maybe? Pretty please! Also, I love your account!

A/n: This is literally so cute, I’ve actually thought about this before! There have been a few times where I’ve been very close to fainting, so I based this off of my own experiences. Thanks for the idea, I hope you enjoy! Also, for the sake of this imagine/os, Sam’s room is near the library because my dumbass forgot he sleeps in a whole separate hall lol.

Warnings: Fainting, mentions of slight head trauma, worried Sam, Sam daydreaming about you in his bed (If you really squint)

Funnily enough, Dean was the first to notice something was wrong. The way you slowly swayed side to side when standing, before bracing yourself on the countertop you stood by. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, nonetheless, he continued to shove another handful of frosted flakes into his mouth.

It wasn’t until Sam entered the room that you began to feel really spaced out. He laid a file and some newspaper clippings on the table in front of Dean, turning to you to go over new information about your current hunt. 

“I think we might be dealing with a Berserker,” He stated, opening the folder to further explain.

Dean set his box of cereal down, brushing the crumbs off his hands. “Fantastic, because I know exactly what that is.” he replied sarcastically, Sam rolled his eyes and held up his hand as if to say Hold on, I’m getting to that.

You stepped away from the counter, standing closer to Sam as he proceeded to explain. You felt nauseous, opting to stay silent as you felt talking would only make it worse. As he went on, you felt a head rush creep up on you, your vision going blurry before becoming completely clouded.

Dean watched you rock to the side trying to keep your balance, again.

You turned your head, pretending you were able to actually see Sam when you turned to look at him. He hadn’t yet clued in to the near blank expression on your face, not until he turned to face you as well.

Your face went white as his voice began to sound muffled, you could almost make out his faint, “Y’okay there, hun?”

You blinked, barely making out a response before stumbling forward and dropping in his arms, Sam quickly catching and holding your limp body upright against him with a small stumble.

“Woah, hey- hey!” Dean jumps up from his seat to grab something, anything, really. He spins and paces around the floor, realizing now that he’s up and about… he has no idea what the fuck he’s looking for. Sam turns his head, frantically looking at him before rolling his eyes. “Anything with salt or sugar, Dean.”

Dean speed walked around to find something to get your blood sugar up, while Sam carefully lifted you up and carried you to his bed. It’s the nearest one, he thought, might as well lie her down as quickly as possible, that’s all. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t get some form of butterflies at the thought of you sleeping in his bed, but that’s beside the point.

He laid you down as gently as he could, trying not to fall on top of you out of nervousness in the process. He sighed, brushing his hair back from his face before shaking out his blanket and laying it over you.

You stirred a little bit before waking, slowly blinking your eyes open to find yourself in bed. Sam stepped into the room with a glass of water, setting it down on the small table beside the bed next to a bowl of dry frosted flakes and extreme cheddar Goldfish (courtesy of Dean Winchester). You rub your eyes with your knuckles, feeling your head pound until Sam flicks off the light.

“Better?” He sighs a little, you nod and wince.

“What happened today?” Sam’s voice was soft and quiet as he knelt down beside you, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. You bring your fingers to the bridge of your nose, pinching it lightly to relieve the pain in your head. Sam gave you a pained look before reaching his hand up to feel your forehead, which was a tad warmer than it normally should be.

“Whatever that… thing was, when it threw me, I must’ve hit my head harder then I thought.” You sigh, “I threw up when we got back, ‘been dizzy since we lost it in the woods.” He shakes his head, sighing.

“Why didn’t you say something?” He rested his hand on your knee, running his thumb back and forth ever so slightly. A blush creeped it’s way across your cheeks, his touch sending butterflies straight to your stomach. You hope he doesn’t notice.

You hastily shake your head, “I didn’t wanna worry you guys, or…” Your hands tangle back into your hair to massage your scalp a little. “I ‘dunno, bother you…?”

He chuckles at that. “How would that be a bother?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I ‘dunno, sometimes I just feel in the way, I guess.”

Sam tilts his head before shaking it softly, hand moving to take hold of yours. “You’re not in the way. Not at all.” He frowns a little at your way of thinking. He knows you don’t mean to feel so negative, but he feels bad knowing they may have made you feel that way.

“If we, or I, ever made you feel that way, I am so, so sorry.” You lazily nod, looking down.

He tilts his head down, moving lower to find your eyes. He grins when that pulls a giggle out of you, “I promise you, ‘kay?” He says through a chuckle. You nod your head with a little more enthusiasm, though still trying to avoid any further pain in your head.

“Thanks, Sammy…” You address him by his nickname for the first time, which was always said to be reserved for Dean, and Dean only. Instead of protesting, Sam simply brushes the hair from your eyes, smiling sweetly. “Of course, darlin’ ” he whispers before standing up.

“You wanna come out and laze in the library for a bit, or do you wanna sleep in here?” Sam secretly hoped you’d pick the latter, as he was just fine with you sleeping in his room, and maybe even sharing a bed with him for the night. Just in case you need help during the night, of course.

You hesitate to answer, your injury somehow giving you the confidence to ask: “Can I do both…?”

Sam quickly nods his head. “Yeah!” He clears his throat, “Yeah, that’s fine,” He watches the smirk appear on your face, you find his caring and somewhat nervous demenour sweet. You nod in response.

He helps you to stand, guiding you back to the library. You slump into the seat, all of you continuing your prior conversation (much more quietly, as it’s highly possible it’s a concussion you’re dealing with). Dean chucks a pair of sunglasses at you after you complain about the bright room for the third time, and you all sit around each other, cracking jokes the rest of the night when you should be focused on research. Sam is much more protective of you for the next little while during your recovery, and neither of them allow you to join them for this hunt until you feel better again.

You’ve never felt more cared for than you do right now, with them. You’ve never felt more at home.

[sadhours]

Pervy Billy please 🤤🤤🤤

okay okay, here’s a teaser of my upcoming series stuck in the middle with you

billy hargrove x pamela oc!mayfield

cw: 18+ minors dni, perv!billy, stepcest, psuedocest, teasing, groping, dry humping and masturbation

🎀🤍🚬🍦

It’s like the little bitch does it on purpose. Those shorts can barely be classified as such, they’re practically just underwear and she’s prancing around the house like she’s trying to get a rise out of Billy. It’s making him pretty damn bricked up, just trying to enjoy his fucking bowl of Wheaties.

They’re alone. Neil and Susan shopping, like they do most Saturday mornings and Billy’s got no idea where Max is nor does he care. Pamela is doing her chores, pale blonde hair bouncing whenever she reaches down to grab miscellaneous clutter. Thanks to the motion, he also notices she’s not wearing a bra; breasts swaying under her thin cotton shirt. God, her legs are long, he thinks as he skates his eyes up and down them.

Billy’s aware he’s staring. Part of him thinks Pamela wants him to. He shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth before dropping the bowl in the sink for Pamela to clean. It’s her chore after all.

He’s got his own chores. Lists them off in his head; fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, organize the garage, mow the lawn, wack all the weeds and take out the garbage. They can wait, he decides as he keeps his place in the kitchen and watches as his step sister continues on with her chores. Chews on his lip as she uses the scrunchie on her wrist to tie her hair up in a bun. She starts by cleaning off the counters, putting everything back in its place before she takes her place at the sink. A smirk spreads across his lips and he crowds behind her, places his hands on the counter to cage her in.

Pamela tilts her head, doesn’t look at him but exposes her neck like she’s expecting something. Billy takes these movements slow and calculated. He doesn’t want to scare her off, but then again, he’s sure Pamela is playing the same game he is. He laughs, soft as he towers over her. His breath fans over her neck and Pamela’s skin pricks with goosebumps as she wets the sponge. Squirts dish liquid on it before she finally speaks up, “Can I help you?”

Billy purses his lips, closes the gap between Pamela’s ass and his crotch as he tells her, “Just making sure you’re doing a good job is all.”

She snorts but continues cleaning the dishes and maybe Billy’s imagining it but he thinks he feels her push her ass back against him. So he grabs her waist, holds her steady and presses his lips against her exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. Just to feel her warm skin. Rolls his hips slow, testing before moving his hands to feel up her sides. Swooping forward and cupping her breasts in his palms.

He kneads them in his hands, shamelessly rolling his hips and Pamela elicits the prettiest little sound. A moan if Billy’s not mistaken and it makes him greedy. Slams his hips forward, grinding against her ass in those tiny shorts while he gropes at her tits. Pamela drops the silverware and sponge, gripping onto the edge of the counter as she pants.

“See what you’re doing to me?” Billy asks against her ear, rocking his hips forward again. Making sure she can feel the way his cocks hard in his basketball shorts. “Walking around in that shit… dressed like a fucking slut,” he pants, “Tryna get my attention, huh?”

“Billy,” she gasps, a whine of a thing.

He pulls her top up, just enough to expose her tits and gets his hands back on them. Pinches her nipples, rutting against her like the pathetic little perv he is.

“Billy.. we— ah, we can’t,” he babbles out, but she’s still grinding back against him.

“We can’t what?” he grunts out, nose bushing against her temple.

“Do this,” Pamela replies, hands moving to reach for his wrists. “It’s wrong.”

Billy knows it’s wrong. That’s part of why he can’t stop thinking about her like this.

But she’s right. This was probably far enough. He pulls away, looks down at her as she turns. Her pretty face all flushed. And he acts kind of like a child, stomping away to his room and slamming his door. Just to lean against it and shove his shorts down, get his cock out and wrap his hand around it.

“Fuck,” he whines, closing his eyes and imagines his step sister on her knees in front of him. “Oh, you slut,” he whispers, lips twisting up as he plays out this fantasy. Fucks his fist hard and fast, cumming with her name on his lips.

[perfectsunlight]

[15] I'LL SHOW YOU

warnings: none

the morning came sooner than expected, with the sun announcing its arrival with beams of light through the cracks of the curtains in the living room. jennie stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of her daughter sleeping peacefully beside her. she watched the young girl for a moment, a sense of pride washing over her. 

jane was beautiful, well accomplished, and smart, maybe a bit too smart. her daughter was everything jennie had ever hoped she would be. as she continued to gaze at her sleeping child, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of love and admiration for the young woman she was becoming.

but it was such a shame that she wasn’t there to witness the majority of it.

slowly, she untangled herself from the blanket and stood up, careful not to wake her sleeping child.

the blackpink member tiptoed into the kitchen, determined to try and do something special for her daughter. she began gathering ingredients for breakfast, her mind filled with memories of jane’s favorite foods. as she reached for the mixing bowl, she heard the soft shuffling of feet behind her.

“good morning, valentine,” jennie greeted softly, turning to see her daughter standing in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes. she could only turn her back and smile softly to herself. even now, after all these years, jane still couldn’t stay asleep once she wasn’t around.

“morning,” jane replied, her voice still groggy. soft tufts of dark hair framed her face, giving her a slightly disheveled look. she shuffled into the kitchen, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her. the new idol opened the pantry and reached for a box of cereal, but her mother’s voice stopped her from grabbing it.

“i was thinking about making breakfast for everyone so that way your grandmother doesn’t have to. i’m just going to make some pancakes, could you just help me make the batter?”

now jennie wasn’t completely lying, because she truly did want to make breakfast for everyone. but she was also hoping to use the excuse to spend some time with jane.

ivory’s cat-like eyes slowly blinked in surprise, not expecting the invitation. she glanced between the ingredients on the counter and her mother’s back that was still facing her. never in her life had jennie asked to do such a thing with her.

but was it really such a bad thing to try? 

jane hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, trying to suppress her stomach churning and her hands a bit nervous. performing never made her feel nervous, but somehow making pancakes with her mother felt more intimidating than inkigayo. 

 “sure, i guess,” she said, her voice a bit uncertain but nevertheless, she waddled over to the counter where her mother was. jennie turned, smiling gently. “great! just start by mixing everything in this bowl." she handed jane a large mixing bowl and the dry ingredients.

jane took the bowl and stood there, staring at it blankly. she hesitantly took a measuring cup and glanced at her mother. she wanted to curl up into a ball and evaporate into the wall behind her. however, she would never pass up the opportunity to make her grandmother’s life just even a little bit easier. 

or was she just telling herself that so she could manage helping her mother?

“i don't know what to do.” ivory said awkwardly, jennie turned to her daughter, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “you don’t know how to make pancake batter?” her mother asked gently, trying to not misunderstand what her daughter meant.

jane just shook her head, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. her life as an idol meant her meals were all ordered for her, or she’d just buy things from the convenience store. but even before she became an idol, no one had taught her how to cook before. perhaps that was just another responsibility her mother failed to fulfill with her.

“i’ve never done it before.”

the mother’s heart sank. it was once again a reminder of how much she had missed out on teaching her daughter even just the simplest things. she put down the mixing spoon and moved closer to ivory.

“that’s okay,” jennie said gently. “i’ll show you. first, we need to measure out the flour.” she handed ivory a measuring cup and showed her how to scoop the flour and level it off.

the younger kim followed her mother’s instructions, her hands a bit stiff as she attempted to complete the task at hand. jennie guided her through each step, adding the baking powder, sugar, and salt to the bowl. as they worked together, jennie explained each ingredient’s purpose, hoping to make the process more engaging for her daughter.

and even though she wouldn’t admit it out loud, ivory was really having a decent time.

“now, we crack the eggs,” the yg idol stated, demonstrating how to do it without getting shells in the bowl. ivory tried it herself, and though she was a bit clumsy, she managed to crack the eggs successfully.

“wow, and you didn’t get any shells in it either.” jennie gave her daughter a small smile, feeling a sense of pride. it was such a simple task, but she couldn’t feel more proud of her baby girl.“see? you’re doing great.”

ivory gave a small smile, feeling a bit more confident. they continued adding the milk and melted butter, and jennie showed her how to whisk the ingredients together until the batter was smooth. “it’s important not to overmix,” her mother explained, gently putting a hand over jane’s and helping her mix for a few seconds. “now, just mix until everything is combined.”

when the batter was ready, jennie heated a pan and showed her daughter how to pour the batter and watch for the bubbles to know when to flip the pancakes. ivory watched intently, absorbing each detail.

as they cooked the pancakes together, jennie couldn’t help but feel hopeful. maybe her daughter didn’t hate her entirely. however, she didn’t want to have such thoughts just yet. 

jane was still her daughter, sure. but she was also her father’s daughter, and those parts of her would always be the more detached parts. sometimes jennie wondered if her baby girl felt like she’d be better off without her, but she quickly would remember that he was still out there, and she would rather die than let him have any contact with jane.

ivory was always, and would always be, jennie’s daughter. she would never be his, not even in the slightest sense.

“thank you for helping me,” jennie said softly as they plated the pancakes. ivory looked at her mother, feeling a mix of emotions. the hesitation was still swirling in her eyes, and she wasn’t ready to fully open up, but she appreciated the effort jennie was making. 

“no problem.”

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Massive Deal [4]

Regina George X Fem!Reader: 3.9k words: Part 4: Chapter Index

Themes of Janis I'mi'ike x Fem!Reader

Things start to heat up after this chapter, end is kind of boring but I hope you like it! Longest Part yet!

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It was finally the day you have been having mixed feelings about all week, It was Friday and you didn’t know whether you were excited for the party or you just wanted to find out why Regina would invite you, I mean, you have never interacted with her, she has never looked you way and suddenly she is inviting you to her party. The whole situation was confusing and you decided to not think about it until after school because you have a chemistry exam today, a group task, you didn’t know the groups until you got there, you just prayed you wouldn’t be with Janis because she still wasn’t talking to you, even though it’s almost been over a week. 

You decided just to wear something comfortable, throwing on whatever you could find out of your closet, you ended up wearing some grey baggy tracksuit pants and a blue singlet, shrugging your shoulders and walking down stairs to get some breakfast, Grtechen walked downstairs with the biggest smile on her face, you looked at her with a smirk, pouring the cereal into your bowl. “What made you so happy?” you ask, she didn’t answer, she just opened the fridge and grabbed some milk, making herself an iced latte, “Gretchen!” You said loudly, making the girl jump and look up. 

She Didn’t say anything for a few seconds, it took her a while for her to finally realise what you asked her, “It’s none of your business.” You roll your eyes, starting to eat your dry cereal because she had the last of the milk, “So you can ask be questions but I can’t ask you anything,” Sitting down at the table, you look at her with an annoyed expression, the brunette giggles, nodding her head, “Yes, because I’m older.”  She said with a smug look on her face, her answer made you roll your eyes.

Gretchen's eyes shot up when she heard the loud honk of Regina’s car, she started to leave but then she looked back, “You coming?” You were about to shake your head but then you felt your phone vibrate, you looked down and saw it was a message from Bella, opening it assuming it was her saying she was on her way but she was actually saying that she won’t be coming because she was sick. So you not your head at Gretchen, she slightly smirks and waits for you to leave so she can close the door behind. 

Everytime you see the girls drive, Grtetchen was always in the passenger seat, so you move to sit in the back seat on the opposite side of Karen but Gretchen beats you to it, you spend a few seconds looking at the car in confusion, you didn’t know whether Greatchen was going to move over or you could sit in the front so you just awkwardly stood there and waited for something to happen. Regina was getting annoyed, she turned around to make eye contact with you and said, “Get in, Loser.”

You put your hand over the back door handle and she shakes her head rapidly, “God no, sit in the front.” You don’t bother arguing with the Queen Bee, so you just nod and quickly walk around the car and hop in the front seat. When you were pulling up into the parking lot, you saw Janis and Damien get out of the bus, your heart stopped beating and you just prayed they wouldn’t see you. They were crossing the road as Regina was about to park, she beeped the horn which made them look at the car, Janis made eye contact with you and you have never seen her this mad before, you gulped and drank some water, hoping it would make you feel better. 

Spoiler Alert, it didn’t and you spent the whole day worrying about you and Janis, luckily, you weren’t paired with her in the chemistry assessment but you were paired with some himbo who never shows up to class and had no idea what he was doing so you had to do all the work, a part of you wanted to speak to the teacher about it because it would be unfair if the both of you got the same grade but then the other part didn’t want to be that bitch. The whole day went extremely quickly, and you were just getting more and more nervous for this party. Luckily for you, your sister is plastic and she promised to help you get ready. 

Gretchen kept to her promise, she started helping you get ready the second she got home, she was so excited for you to go to your first high school party, she got you a new outfit and everything, it was quite revealing, it was shorter than the dress she got you for the date with Oliver, but you felt pretty, you were starting to feel less nervous and more excited for the party, and Grtechen was very excited for you, she decided to take you a little earlier because she needed to help Regina set up.

When you got to her house, no one was there because it was way too early. Regina's mom was getting drinks and putting speakers around the house. You felt a little awkward as the only people currently there were people really close with Regina, people like Karen, Gretchen of course and Aaron Samules.

A few hours later, people finally started showing up, the music was loud and there were a lot of people. You felt slightly overwhelmed but everything else was okay. The only bad thing was Oliver never showed up, which made you look really bad to Regina, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Someone yelled, a few people came around, sitting down in a circle in Regina’s backyard. There was Regina, Karen, Gretchen, Aaron, and a few others that you can’t remember because you were slightly intoxicated. “Regina!” Karen exclaimed first, the people turned to look at the blonde and back at Karen, waiting for her to speak up, “I dare you to take your shirt off.” 

Regina didn’t even hesitate, she took it off and exposed her black lace bra. You tried your hardest not to stare because you were loyal to Janis but they were right in front of your face, How could you not? “Y/n.” You heard the thick harsh voice of the Queen Bee, you looked up, the tall blonde girl licked her lips, “I dare you to kiss Aaron.” There was a moment of silence in the group of people, you nervously played with your fingers, “Uh..” 

Regina pulled her chin up to make you look into her eyes, turning your face to the side so you could face Aaron. “Oliver isn’t here, It’s all okay.” 

Before you could say anything, you felt his lips on yours, and a gasp from a few people and the sound of someone taking a picture, you pushed him off and looked towards where that sound came from, you saw jessica, who was giggling and your heart dropped and you started to breath heavily, you stood up, leaving and didn’t hear what went on after you left. 

“Oh my god! Delete that!” Gretchen yelled, Jessica rolled her eyes and shook her head, “No way,” She stopped laughing when she felt the blondes glare on her, nervously, she looked up, when she made eye contact with Regina, goosebumps formed on her arms and her blood ran cold. “Leave.”

That was all she had to say for Jessica to run up and leave.

You were currently in a taxi, you asked for him to take you to Janis’ house, hoping to break the ice between the two of you, and to tell her what happened at the party.

You knocked on her door, she opened not long after and she looked mad, “Janis.” You start but the other girl cuts you off, “Save it. I know what you did.” You looked at the shorter girl with a look of confusion, before asking, “What do you mean?” Janis rolled her eyes, taking her phone out and showing you the picture of you and Aaron kissing.

“No, Janis, He kissed me!” You yelled, defending yourself but Janis rolled her eyes again, “Save it. I knew you were just pretending to be lesbian, I mean, look at you.” You looked at her in shock, tears were fighting to fall out of your eyes, you wanted to say something but Janis beat you to it, “I guess it’s just because you’re no better than your sister.”

You didn’t even want to defend yourself, you felt hurt by her words, you just stood there and looked at her with tears in your eyes. “I’m not even mad about you cheating, I’m mad about the fact that you lied to me.” You were surprised, you thought she was mad, even though you didn’t cheat and you weren’t lying, if you were her, you would be mad about the kiss.

“First of all, I didn’t cheat.” Janis rolled her eyes which made your blood boil, “Second of all, Why aren’t you mad?” 

Janis opened her mouth to say something but then you heard another voice coming from inside her house, “Baby? Who is at the door?”

You stayed in your spot, staring at Janis and her in pure shock, stepping back in shock when you saw the face of the girl standing in Janis' house, you see the girl you thought was your best friend, the girl you spent your childhood with, one of the only people that knew about your relationship with Janis was there, in her house, calling her baby.

"Bella?" You ask, tears forming in your eyes, you reach up to wipe, you used to feel hurt from Janis but know you only feel pain from Bella, you made eye contact with her and you couldn't even see a slight look of regret on her face in fact, she had a smug look on her face.

You turned around, crying your eyes out, you reached into your bag, looking at it for a second but then you realised you didn't want to go come, you just wanted some time alone, so you put it back inside. 

You walked for 30 minutes and you had no Idea where you were walking, you found a park and sat down, no one was out of their house because it was quite late, you felt a vibration from your bag, reaching inside and pulling it out, frowning when you saw the text from Oliver. You had so many questions.

Oli: Sorry I couldn’t come, I was at the hospital, I still am but it’s all good.

Y/n: Oh my god?? Are you okay? What happened

Oli: I’m fine! You should visit me later, I can tell you everything

Y/n: Okay! I’ll come later, I also have a lot of things to talk about

You put your phone away and realise that you should head home, you still feel sad but you were sure everyone in the house was asleep so you could sneak past and cry yourself to sleep  in your room.

You called a taxi, you prayed that it was one of those people who didn't say anything for the whole drive because you didn’t feel like speaking at all. Luckily, he didn’t speak much, probably because he could tell you were having a rough night.

You quietly walked inside the house and luckily, no one was awake. You walk into your room, changing into something more comfy, you barely had any energy left inside, as soon as you changed into something, you flopped into bed, pulling the covers over you and closing your eyes.

Not even a minute later, you heard the door open, you quickly wiped your eyes but you stopped once you saw Gretchen. “Y/n.” She said, walking in and sitting at the end of the bed, “Are you crying about Jessica? Trust me, Regina made sure she won’t be at any other parties.” 

You shook your head as the tears continued to fall, Gretchen gave you a puzzled look before reaching into hold your hand, “Then what is wrong?” She asks, you sit up and look in her eyes, “Relationship issues.” Was all you said and the brunette gasps, “Oh my god! Did Oliver do something, I will put that guy in hospital .”

You smile for the first time in hours, shaking your head and returning back to the sad and trapped feeling you have been experiencing, “No, I was actually never dating him.” You say as you feel more tears coming though, Gretchen sighs, gently squeezing your hands and leaning closer, “Y/n, whoever it was, he doesn’t deserve you.”

You shake your head, you knew she didn’t know that’s why she said “He.” But it still hurts to hear and it made you cry more, which made you shake your head. “Don’t cry! He’s not worth it.” You make eye contact with her and you haven’t seen her like this before, “It wasn’t a guy, It was a girl, I’m gay.”

Her hands were still holding yours, and you felt her hold onto them tighter, “Oh..Y/n.” She gasped, pulling you in for a tighter hug, “Gretchen, I’m so scared, I hate this I just wish I was normal.” You exclaim while sobbing and Grtechen swore her heart broke, “Y/n please don’t say that, you deserve to be loved just as much as anyone, and if that love is from a girl, then I don’t mind.” 

You tighten your grip on her and stay in silence for a little bit, you wanted to speak but you didn’t know what to say, so Grtechen spoke instead, “Does anyone else know?” You nod your head in response, “Bella.” Grtechen smiles, “Well I’m sure she has been a good friend about it.” You start to cry again, getting flashbacks of that feeling, “Y/n?” Grtechen says, slightly confused.

“She was.” You start, taking a deep breath to stop the tears from coming through, “But then I found out that the girl I was seeing was cheating and It was her, and she knew we were dating.” Grtechens face went from sympathetic to extremely mad, “Who was your girlfriend?” She asks with pure hatred in her voice, “Janis.”

She stands up, looking as if she was going to beat someone up, resting on her face but before she could move anywhere, you pulled her back down, “Please don’t do anything, Can you just say with me.”

You saw how her face softened up and she nodded, hopping in bed next to you and comforting you as you fell asleep. When you woke up, Grtehcen was still asleep, you reached out to grab your phone and say it was around midday, you sighed and decided that it would be a perfect time to visit Oliver. 

You get changed and head off on your bike to the hospital, you were very curious as to why he was in there, you go to the reputation and tell them his name, they start typing away on their computer and after a few minutes, they shake their head, you were confused because you thought this was the hospital he told you. 

You pull out your phone, ready to text him but before you could type anything, you hear him call out your name, “Dino!” 

You turn and smile at him, walking to him and giving him a hug, you were confused and Oliver could sense this so he jumped in before you could ask anything, “I was here because of my mom.” You nod your head, “Oh my god is she okay?” You gasp, “Yeah, she just broke her leg.” He says. You hit him in the stomach, you roll your eyes and say “You made it seem like you were in hospital.” 

Oliver giggled for a few seconds then looked into your eyes as he started to slowly stop, “You said there was something you wanted to tell me.” 

Oh shit you forgot you told him that, you were okay now that you spoke to Gretchen and you weren’t in the mood to let more people know so you shake your head, “I’m okay now.” he nods, grabbing your hand and taking you out for a walk to the park. 

While you were at the park you could see him scrolling on his phone and laughing, you were confused with what he was laughing so much about so you glance over at his phone and see instagram. “What are you laughing about?” You ask, he turns to look at you and gaps, ‘You don’t know? Someone made a North Shore Memes account.”

He shows you the phone and a meme that only people that go to North Shore would understand, you giggle and look up the account on your phone, “Oh they added a new story!” You exclaim, pressing the profile picture with a smile on your face, your heart rate started to increase as you read the white text placed on the all black background.

“Y/n Wieners Is a Lesbian.”

You’re heartbroken. There are only three people in the school who have known this before, and those are Bella, Gretchen, and Janis. You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you in for a hug. You wanted to push them away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were feeling too heartbroken.

He whispers soft things in your ear, telling you everything is going to be okay and he is here for you. Shaking your head, you stand up and walk back to the hospital; you get on your bike and head to Bella’s house; you knock on the door; and you don’t stop knocking until she answers.

You shove the phone in her face; she looks confused and surprised. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” She asks, and you roll your eyes, knowing she is avoiding your point. "Did you post this?" You ask, and she quickly shakes her head, stepping back as you step closer. 

"I don't believe you."  You say, Bella, grab your hand, but you quickly pull it away, looking at her in shock, turning around to leave because you were sick of her behaviour. She rapidly shakes her head in self defence. "Y/N, you need to trust me." She says you turn to make eye contact with her, showing betrayal and hurt in your expression as you step closer to her.

"I trusted you before, Bella," you say, your voice filled with disappointment. "But you keep lying to me." Bella's eyes widen with realisation, and she reaches out to grab your arm. "Please, Y/N, I swear I didn't do it," she pleads, her voice cracking with emotion. You pause, torn between wanting to believe her and the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. "I need some time to think," you finally say, pulling away from her grasp and walking away, leaving Bella standing there, looking heartbroken but with a hint of hope in her eyes.

"Acutally, fuck that; I don't want you in my life." You say, walking away, that you slammed the door behind you, leaving Bella there. As you ride away from Bella's house, all the memories come flashing back to you, and tears fall down your eyes as you think back on your friendship.

You mainly remember the days when you and Bella were inseparable as kids, playing in the backyard and sharing secrets under the stars. It's hard to believe that things have come to this, with doubts clouding your once unbreakable bond. But as you ride away, you can't shake the feeling that maybe it's time to let go and move on from the past.

But there was a certain memory that remained in your brain, and it hurt the most to think about.

It was the day you came out to Bella.

You remember the fear you had inside you, revealing a part of yourself that you had kept hidden for so long.

Flashback

Bella was sitting on your bed, scrolling through her phone as she looked at the guys she was trying to match you with. "I think you and your brain would be cute." All you could do was nod at whatever she was saying; the limited feedback you gave her made her annoyed. "Y/n, I am trying to help you.

You take a deep breath in and look at her in the eyes, only seeing trust and love. "The truth is." You start making eye contact with your best friend. You take another deep breath in and finally let out the words that have been latched inside you for so long. "I'm Lesbain."

There was silence; it was a long period of silence, and you thought she was reacting in a bad way, so you started to cry, thinking that you just lost your best friend, but then you feel arms wrap around you and pull you in for a hug.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N."

End of flashback

"It's going to be okay." You repeat the words your once best friend told you—the same words that have kept you going for all these years. You throw your bike down and walk inside; luckily, your parents or Gretchen weren't home. As you collapse onto the couch, tears streaming down your face, you realise that you are not alone in this difficult moment. A familiar voice whispers, "I'm here for you, Y/N." The comfort of a friend in your time of need brings a sense of relief and hope.

You open your eyes and realise it's just your imagination; you are really alone, you are stuck, and you have to go to school and face everyone that follows the account.

You have already received a few messages from people at the school; mostly people were asking if it was true, and others were saying that you had nothing to worry about.

You were shocked by the message from Jake Smith. He was the popular quarterback—the one everyone wanted to be friends with. His message simply read, "Hey, I heard about the account. Don't worry, I've got your back." The words brought a wave of relief, knowing that at least one person believed in you.

You kept scrolling through all the texts people were sending you.

One message stuck out: it was from Aaron Samules.

You're not lesbian; you are just confused. Come to my house, and I will make sure you get the best of your life. ;)

You gag at the message, and you don't bother responding. You throw your phone away and shove your head into the couch. You can't believe that someone would try to take advantage of your vulnerability in this way. It's a reminder of how important it is to be cautious and protect yourself, especially online.

You hear your phone go off, and you grow loudly, forcing yourself off the couch and crawling to grab it. You gasp when you see that Regina is calling. You didn't remember giving her your number; Gretchen probably gave it to her. You reluctantly answer the call, preparing yourself for a conversation you're not looking forward to. As you listen to Regina's voice on the other end, you feel a sense of unease creeping over you.

"Hey loser." She starts, What a warm greeting! You muffle a soft "Hello." She giggles and starts talking again: "My Halloween party is in a few weeks, and I want you there." You sigh deeply. Deep down, you don't want to go because of what happened at the last party, but you knew she wouldn't take no for an answer, so you sigh deeply and say. "Okay, I'll be there." You try to sound enthusiastic, hoping that this time things will be different.

[nyeddleblog]

Unrequited. [Part 2]

Pairing:Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, mentions of Peter's past encounters, reader works for a Fashion Magazine and drives a car, reader is attracted to women too. Summary: It was a normal day in your life until you were haunted with the memories of last night. A/N: There's a reason why I prefer writing OCs, and not reader inserts, but I'm trying very hard to edit this x oc fic, to make it an x reader fic. Please be gentle if I slipped some corrections...

PREVIOUS PART.

Chapter 2: Daily.

The morning after was quiet, almost too quiet. You woke up to your alarm making you groan and listened attentively for any sign of life. Nothing. No clatter of dishes as Peter made breakfast, no shower running as he sung, no low whistling coming from his bedroom. Your apartment was invaded by an eerie silence.

You grinned then; not to be cruel, but it felt nice to be peaceful for once. 

As you stood up, getting ready for a shower, you took a good look at the few hickeys you were going to have to cover up for work. There was no way in hell you were going to let Peter see them after what happened last night, so you peeked out of your room to check if he was anywhere to be seen, but no, just your usual disarray. 

Empty cereal bowls and coffee mugs littered the coffee table, clothes were strewn across the living room floor, and your roommate was nowhere to be seen. A wave of relief washed over you. At least you didn't have to deal with his post-coital charm, his teasing or his endless apologies.

You took a long shower then, feeling completely sore. Your muscles ached from training, your back was starting to show signs of aging and, dear god, your fingers were cramping. You really needed that hot water, and the silence.

Thank you, Felicia Hardy, for leaving that boy wordless and ashamed.

You took the time to dry and do your skincare before even coming out of the bathroom. No annoying knocking? Not a single one. You were going to look so good that day. 8 hours of sleep, full make-up, pretty outfit and you were ready to prepare breakfast.

You weren't soulless, however, you were starting to get a bit worried. 

As you prepared some scrambled eggs, you made sure to leave some hot cakes for Peter to eat and a hot cup of coffee in the counter and, by the time you were ready for work, you went over to his room and gently knocked on the door.

"I left you some breakfast on the counter," you called out, hearing some kind of groan in response. That was good enough, "Try not to burn the place down while I'm out."

You grabbed your bag and headed out, welcoming the cool air of New York city as you drove. Your office was still impeccable and a fresh stash of papers awaited for you on top of your desk. You smiled, letting yourself fall on the chair. Fuck, that chair was so good.

Your morning went by between answering emails and phone calls. You had mastered the art of multitasking when you had started as an intern and by then, being the Fashion Editor of the company, you could admit that you enjoyed it.  It was a fast-paced environment that demanded constant attention and adaptability, but it was comforting.

When you heard your phone buzz, at around one pm, you chose to take a small break. You greeted the few colleagues that you hadn't had the time to see during the morning and picked your bag to get lunch on the cozy coffee shop across the street. 

You had a few messages from Peter, thanking you for the meal; but there was the one message that made your heart flip and created a smile on your face. MJ.

hiya, sweetheart.

It was casual, a fling. They'd agreed to no attachments. MJ was just very fun to be around, that was all. And well, she ate pussy like she was starving. But seeing your texts was always the part of your day when you forgot about everything and everyone.

You wrote back and they were already settled for a bit of fun that evening, right after work. That made your evening, until you heard buzzing again.

"Peter" you answered.

"Huh, someone's happy..."

"That's none of your business" You told him quickly, but you were smiling and you knew he could hear it in your voice, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just wondering if you'd like to have some take out tonight. You know, as an apology."

You scrunched your nose, remembering the day before. Yeah, it happened often. You understood why, too, you would definitely bang Peter yourself if you hadn't known each other since high school, but one thing was fucking him and another completely different was listening to him groan and whine for another every night, when you needed to work the next day. 

That was annoying.

"Don't worry, champ" you shrugged, "Besides, I'm probably not going back home tonight."

"Oh?"

You rolled your eyes. "No 'oh's, Peter. Just going to a friend's house..."

"Is it Iris?"

You pressed your lips together and, just as your food arrived and you gave the waitress a small, thankful smile, you said, "No, it's not Iris."

That still hurt.

"That sucks. I liked Iris."

You liked Iris too.

"Well, anyways" you grabbed a piece of your sandwich with your hand as you tried desperately to change the subject, "If you bring anyone over, make sure to let me know. I may come back tonight..."

"Noted"

"See ya', Pete."

"See ya, Gabby."

Peter wasn't a bad roommate, despite his late night habits. 

After living with him for seven years, you got used to his antics and once you did that, only good things were left. He always washed the dishes when you were too tired, even if it wasn't his turn, he'd also remember your favorite foods and the brand of pads you bought. He'd get the spiders for you and he'd try to set you up with other people. He cared for you and you cared for him.

But hearing him have sex was an issue.

The first time an incident like the night before's happened, you weren't brave enough to let him know. You both must have been around twenty, it was back when you were just an intern. 

You remembered being woken up in the middle of the night by bed creaks and obscene moaning. When you got a hold of your surroundings, you were jumping out of your bed getting as far away of your room as it was humanly possible inside your apartment, meaning getting inside the kitchen.

But it was bad timing, horrible timing because they were finishing and, being the king of aftercare he was, Peter went over to the kitchen to give the lucky girl a glass of water. 

And you made eye contact.

And you could see in his face that he knew then that you'd heard them.

It was so awkward.

You didn't want to hear them, you wanted to sleep. But your first year living together was back when you were too quiet and too shy to truly set boundaries, so that kept happening.

It didn't help that Peter was as vocal as he was, even when he tried not to be. He stammered and cursed, and sometimes he'd say some pretty dirty things. It sucked, but you'd already made out the pattern in his voice when he was about to finish.

After seven years of living together, you two grew closer and you were able to let him know that the walls were too thin in your own unique way. You'd hint the hours you'd be out, stay over with friends, blast some music in your room or you'd simply give him a small knock on the wall to warn him when you heard him come in.

Last night, however, was the first time in a long time that you'd heard him be this loud. You heard everything, from the ragged breathing to the sloppy wet sound their lips did when they kissed. And it would have been fine if Peter hadn't surprised you with his midnight activities while you were in a middle of a self-love session. 

You tried to ignore it, putting on your headphones and keeping it up, but then you heard what he was saying  and you were going to be haunted by the memory of reaching your climax with the voice of your best friend in the background. 

You finished your sandwich feeling dirty.

NEXT PART.

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[kissitbttr]

imagine reader going to the frat house kitchen during midnight for some water and bumping into Gloria

you wake up feeling quite thirsty, and fuck. you always hate it when that happens because you prioritize a good quality of sleep.

looking over beside you, it makes your heart swell. seeing miguel sleeping peacefully with soft snores coming out of his mouth and his arm around you. always the big spoon.

slowly, you pry yourself from miguel’s embrace, earning a light groan from him but you manage to slip past easily after.

grabbing his bengals t-shirt off the floor, you quickly put it on to cover your half naked body. getting up after and tip toe towards the door and head down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water,

you stop dead track in your movement when you hear the sound of glasses clinking from the kitchen. frowning to yourself thinking that it’s one of miguel’s frat brothers, but you pay no mind to it since you’re not entirely naked. his t-shirt is large enough to make a dress out of you.

expecting to see a half naked man with rippling muscles, yet you are facing the back of a more feminine looking. sitting near the counter with her hair down,

wait… she looks… familiar..?

“gloria?” you wide eyed as the girl freezes, turning around slowly to meet your eyes. failing to suppress the loud gasp coming from your lips. “oh my god?! what the fuck?! what are you doing here! what-what, huh?!”

“…hi, y/n” gloria nervously chuckle, putting her cereal bowl down and stand up,

your gaze fall down to the hoodie she’s wearing. and oh my, my, you definitely know who owns that piece of clothing,

“oh. my. god. YOU ARE FUCKING BECK?! AGAIN?!” you’re unaware of how loud you’re being until gloria hurries to your spot and hushes. “i can NOT believe this! girl, you told me you and him are over!”

“i know, i know, god! keep your voice down, por favor!” she begs, holding both of your arms,

“since when?!”

“…a month?” she answers,

“and what, strictly fucking or are you both dating?”

“babe you and i both know i can’t commit for shit” gloria rolls her eyes. “simply for fun”

“and he’s okay with that?”

“oh definitely…” but then she looks up as if she’s thinking. “or.. at least i think so..”

“wow” you breathe out, arms crossed over your chest. “how come i didn’t know about this? why didn’t you tell me?”

“well miguel knows. I assumed he would’ve told you”

no he didn’t?!

“he knows?! that mother fucker—“ you take a deep breath. “why did you tell him and not me? your best friend!”

“i didn’t! beck must’ve! we agreed to keep it low for a while. i don’t want anyone to find out, especially you” she pouts. “are you mad?”

“not mad that you two are fucking but you lied to me” you frown, seeing her smile falters a bit. “but I’ll let this slide”

she squeals, hugging you tight before kissing your lips. “love you babes… what are you doing up, anyway?”

“thirsty. throat dry as shit”

“you know i heard too much of a deep throat could—“

“yeah yeah got it” you stop her before she can finish that sentence, chuckling at how blunt she could be. but hey, that’s why you two are best friends,

after getting your drink and talk to her for a few, the two of you say goodnight to each other before going to each boy’s room. walking into miguel’s room, you assume that he’s still sleeping like a baby but instead you see him wide awake, hands behind his head. broad and naked chest are exposed to you,

“you scared the shit out of me, muñeca. I thought you had left or something” he pouts, making grabby hands at you. “come ‘ere pweaaase”

usually, you would give in. because he looks so adorable doing that thing to you, however you take him by surprise the moment you chuck the nearest pillow at him. giving him a glare,

“what the—what was that for?!”

“you knew beck and gloria are back together and you didn’t tell me?!”

he slowly removes the pillow from his face, putting it down slowly. “wait… she didn’t tell you?”

“no! she didn’t! and gloria told me you knew from her and you didn’t tell me! your girlfriend!”

“ah shit… okay beck told me not to tell anyone. that includes you. i’m sorry, querida” he scratches the back of his head. “plus, they both were practically all over each other at the last week’s party, babe. maybe you are too oblivious”

“you know what” you begin, crawling towards the bed and slide yourself in the covers. “because you chose to listen to beck and lied to me.. no titties for you for the next 24 hours. good night”

miguel panics. “what?! no no no, that’s not fair! muñeca! i cannot live without your boobies, i’m sorry! i won’t do it again i promise!”

[communitypoolswimlessons]

platonic stobin is what fuels me. platonic stobin is what wraps me up in a blanket and tucks me into bed when my day was too much, grabs a bowl of dry cereal, and sets the volume to just the right number. platonic stobin is what i crave and what i need and i will fight anyone who says anything otherwise

[bobwess]

Ao3 is down for a hot sec

As per tradition, here is one of my one-shot fics to tide y'all over~

2,398 words (Now that Ao3 is up, here is the link to mine~)

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Dean tried unsuccessfully to focus on the mug in front of him. Rubbing his eyes just triggered a yawn. He looked ruefully at his watch; Maybe he needed more than four or five hours sometimes. He absently turned the spoon, cereal dangerously close to sloshing out of the bowl.

When he heard the footsteps behind him he turned to see if it was Sam or Cas.

"Hello Dean."

"Mmh." Dean said, fighting through a yawn. He cracked his neck. "Mornin' Cas." He closed his eyes for a second and suddenly Cas was sitting at the table next to him. He had to remind himself that it was just 'being tired', and not 'Cas could suddenly fly again'.

"Have you or Sam heard anything?"

"What, itching to get out of here already?" There was something different. Something was… his thoughts weren't quite up to the task of figuring it out yet.

"No." Cas said, "But I would like to help."

"If it's a case you want, we can kick a few rocks, see what falls out." The picture wasn't right… that much he could tell.

"I would like that."

Oh.

Cas was wearing his shirt.

Cas was not wearing a suit.

"Sounds like a plan." He heard himself say. No tie, no dress pants.

"Thank you."

A week ago Cas' tan coat finally met a stain it couldn't part with. Dean offered to take Cas on a hunt for a new one, but Cas wasn't interested. 'I think it is time for something different.'

Dean had gone out that evening and grabbed Cas a few things to start his 'something different'.

Cas was sitting here in a pair of jeans, a white tee and what was definitely his shirt.

Probably.

Was it?

Dean continued on. "It's been a while since we stretched our legs. Could be good."

He would have remembered getting Cas a flannel shirt. Wouldn't he? He was a little drunk when he was putting the things in Cas' closet. But he wasn't drunk when he was buying them.

Why would Cas be wearing your shirt? He wouldn't be.

Honestly it suits him. Being un-suited.

Dean couldn't help the grin that accompanied his own perceived hilarity. He shook it off, unnoticed.

Maybe he borrowed it from Sam?

Dean finished the last of his coffee and regretfully dragged himself to his feet. "Alright. I'll grab my laptop and meet you in the library."

He watched Cas head out of the kitchen and he frowned. It wasn't very often he saw Cas out of his normal get up. The last week had been jarring on its own, seeing him in only a suit.

He did look good though.

Mmh. Not important.

Dean walked his mug to the sink, washing it out and drying his hands before heading towards his room to find them a case.

.

Those were his jacket and jeans. He was sure of it this time.

Dean had just bought those jeans… black, and tighter than he usually wore, and right now noticeably tighter than Cas usually wore. The jacket had been in the back of the closet for a while now, but it had been in his closet.

This would be the fourth and fifth item this week that Dean recognized from his own wardrobe. Trouble was, it was too late to call him on it. One of those things that felt like he had missed the window where it wouldn't have been awkward to ask. Now he felt obligated to sort of sit and wait it out.

That jacket never looked right on me. It looks right on him.

Dean continued to pull things out of his bag onto the motel bed, trying not to make it obvious that he was looking over Cas' outfit choices.

He tried to reason out when the hell Cas had time to get into his closet. He never had caught Cas at it yet. For a while he figured he was just grabbing things out of the laundry. Maybe Cas grabbed the jeans from the laundry room but that coat definitely hadn't been out of his closet in months.

At least it's getting some wear.

On top of that, Dean had to admit the jeans worked for Cas. He hadn't quite gotten up to wearing them out. They weren't skinny jeans, but they were… very fitted.

A fact that was very apparent right now.

He couldn't stop looking. Maybe it was just because he had known Cas in exactly one outfit for years, with a few notable exceptions that were just as jarring as this.

The coat, the suit… he hadn't ever thought they looked bad. If he was honest with himself, he liked that tan coat. But it was easy to forget that Cas was more than that sort of box of clothing.

Dean watched Cas turn and walk out the door.

Very fitted.

Dean felt the heat rise in his face and he forced himself to focus back on shoving his stuff back into his bag.

.

Sam was leaning on the map table, scrolling through his laptop when he heard his brother walk in, and he nodded a thanks when a hot mug of coffee was slid in front of him.

Dean carried his coffee over to a small cart in the corner, opening a bottle of whiskey and adding a splash to his mug.

"Dude, it's like noon." Sam protested.

"Coffee and whiskey. Think of it like brunch."

"Brunch where?"

"Ireland."

"You're not Irish."

"I am today."

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean sat across the table. "How's Cas settling in?"

Dean took a sip of his coffee, pausing for a second before a brief nod of approval. He stretched before finally acknowledging his brother's question. "Fine, I think."

"You think?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, I mean. He seems to be making himself right at home." Dean muttered.

"You still bitter he took that Metallica shirt?"

Dean threw him a glare. "It's not just 'that Metallica shirt', it's a crew shirt that I got on their tour in Mexico city-"

"That you got by sleeping with an usher."

"That's besides the point." Dean huffed.

"Dean, that shirt is old enough to drink."

"It's vintage. And now it has a coffee stain I have no idea if I'll ever get out."

Sam rolled his eyes again. "I think you'll live."

"Yeah." Dean muttered sullenly.

"You know you could probably just tell him to stop raiding your closet."

Dean sighed, his disagreeable expression melting into a somewhat resigned but more sincere look. "I feel bad."

"The coat wasn't your fault."

Dean fidgeted with his mug in his hands. "I should have told him to let you wash it." He ignored Sam's indignant look. "It was soaked in blood after that case."

"I think it was a goner even before the bleach."

"I thought he just…" Dean gestured vaguely. "You know, angel magicked it clean or whatever."

"You-"

"He's done it before!"

"I don't think he can do that anymore." Sam pointed out. The last time he saw Cas pull off a miraculous clothing change, Cas had his wings.

"I didn't know he was gonna dump a bottle of bleach on it and leave."

"You couldn't have. And you got him some new stuff."

"I think he's trying to find his own style."

"Right now I think he's trying to find your style."

"Mmh." Dean said with a noncommittal shrug. He took another long sip of coffee before he choked, sending it sputtering, whiskey burning his nose and throat as he struggled to get control.

Seemingly oblivious to almost killing Dean, Cas walked through the library.

"Where the hell did he get those?" Sam mused, mostly to himself, watching Cas disappear into one of the other doors.

"I don't know." Dean lied, voice strained. "I should uh-"

"Stop him before he tries to go out in those?"

"Yeah." Dean agreed weakly. He stood and gathered his mug, hastily making his way towards the kitchen to drop it off and try to follow Cas. He wandered the halls in the direction he saw Cas heading towards, finally hearing the sound of the water coming from the garage.

Dean froze in the doorway.

He wasn't sure exactly what Cas was doing, but for the moment it didn't matter. His eyes flicked down to the shorts, feeling a hot flash across his cheeks. A stubborn oil stain had ruined the jeans, and he had decided to try and cut them off. He didn't actually own any shorts.

He cut them way too short.

He had tried them on once before he pushed them back into the closet, probably for good.

Dean had forgotten they were even in there.

Whatever Cas was doing, he was absolutely drenched already. Water was dripping down from his torso over his legs and pooling near the drain on the garage floor. Dean's Led Zeppelin t-shirt was stuck tight to Cas' chest and biceps, and the shorts were stuck tight to his everything. And he-

The thought was cut off as he suddenly got a face full of water. He thrust his hand in front of his eyes, trying to shield himself at all from the spray as he hurried over to take the hose from an increasingly distressed Castiel. He unhooked the latch keeping the sprayer locked on, dropping it back to the ground once it was off.

Dean was soaked through, his gray robe clinging to his calves and slippers squelching with each slight shift of his weight. He looked up at Cas, eyes wide and body frozen with his arms slightly out as he felt the water running off him. "What-" He swallowed. "Are you doing?"

"Washing your car." Cas answered easily.

"You're-" Dean shook his arms, trying in vain to dry them a little. "Why?"

"I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"Allowing me to borrow your clothing."

"For…" Dean stopped, the pieces slotting into place. "Sam told you to raid my closet for whatever you needed." He guessed. That little shit seemed so innocent earlier.

Cas nodded. "It was generous. I was trying to think of a way to show my appreciation, and I decided on this. It was… less successful than I hoped."

"You think?" Dean asked, flatly. He couldn't help the smile forming though. "You're supposed to aim the hose away from you, you know."

"It slipped." Cas lamented, looking down at the hose like it had done it on purpose. "I am sorry I have gotten you wet."

Dean swallowed. "Yeah." He said weakly. He shrugged his arms out of the sodden knit, tossing the gray robe over the tool box in the corner of the room. Walking noisily back, he took a second to be thankful he was at least wearing pajama pants.

Though he'd be in good company.

Cas turned and Dean was reminded that he had cut them even shorter in the back; There was not an insignificant amount of cheek visible.

Not that I'm looking.

Dean took a deep breath, taking it in.

It's just they're so…

"Dean?"

"You look good." Dean's mouth betrayed him before his brain fully caught up. He choked a little, covering it with a cough. "I mean, the… you've been picking good stuff. The-" Dean gestured vaguely in Cas' direction. "The shorts… you… it's not bad."

Cas tilted his head slightly, working through the rambling. "Thank you." He finally decided.

"You're welcome." Dean said blankly.

"I would still like to do this for you."

Dean looked from Cas to the hose on the ground, trying to remember what exactly Cas meant before he remembered the car. The static in his mind cleared and he took a deeper breath. "Let's compromise. We do it together and I can show you how to do it properly."

Cas gave a small smile. "I'd like that." he said, leaning down to pick up the hose, the bottom of his cut-offs lifting up precariously. He handed it to Dean.

Dean held it for a minute before he closed his hand around the handle, blasting Cas full force in the face.

Cas threw his hands up in a futile attempt to block any of the water. When it stopped, he just stood there, blinking back at Dean. "That was fair." He said at last.

Dean threw his head back in a laugh. "Damn straight it was." He reached forward, unthinkingly ruffling his hand through Cas' hair, pushing it up from where it was flattened and back into its normal somewhat unkempt state.

Cas' eyes never left his. "You have good clothes."

"What?"

"I like your clothes." Cas continued.

"Thank you?" Dean frowned. "Or you're welcome?"

"You look good."

"I look like a drowned rat."

Cas reached up, copying Dean and pushing up Dean's short hair.

Dean caught his hand before Cas could pull it away. He froze, just holding it to the side of his face, feeling everything he had been pushing aside hit him at once, his heart hammering in his chest. "You really do look g-"

Cas bridge the gap, pushing their lips together before he could finish. Dean blinked, eyes widening at the kiss, his thoughts grinding to a halt. He didn't move, entirely caught off guard.

Cas pulled away quickly, expression an even mixture of regret and longing. "I'm sor-"

Dean yanked him back, deciding that thinking could wait until later. Right now was time to just act without a plan. This time he closed his eyes and leaned into it fully. He threw a wet arm over Cas' shoulder, fingers working their way into his sopping wet hair.

Dean pulled away, looking directly in Cas' eyes, forcing himself to quell any panic for the time being and just live in the moment. "You should keep the shorts."

Cas just tilted his head.

Dean coughed slightly, his cheeks flashing a bright red. "The uh… let's…" He cleared his throat, turning the hose nozzle over in his hand, looking back between Cas and the impala. "Let's wash the car."

Cas looked at him carefully, trying to get a read on the hunter. "Dean, are you okay?"

Dean hesitated for a moment before a small smile worked its way onto his face. "Yeah… I am." He walked over to the bench, picking up a soft towel and tossing it to Cas. "Let's get to work."

[amlvsx]

"I would have never thought.."

•Bang Chan x Male Reader•

Summary: y/n is a well known dancer on tiktok and instagram. his unique dance style and dance covers draw attention to him. Bang Chan just so happens to come across one of his dance covers, specifically his megaverse dance cover. y/n ends up going to see stray kids just a couple days after Chan liked his cover. one thing y/n didn't expect to happen at the concert, was to be recognized by his favorite idol.

Genre: fluff-ish

Warnings: little bit of cursing

A/N: hey guys!! this is my first ever story here on tumblr, i kept getting stuck on a few things since i haven’t wrote a fic in so long, please let me know if you like this! :))

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The rays of sun that peeked through your curtains laid across your lower face as you laid in your bed.

The sun now reflected across your eyelids indicating a few hours have went by. You opened your eyes and they were automatically met with the shining light.

Sighing as you rolled over to escape the sun, your eyes landed on your phone as it seemed to ding.

Lifting yourself up halfway, you grabbed your phone to see a notification from instagram.

gnabnahc liked your reel

Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you reread the notification not believing what was written on your phone. “No fucking way” You thought with your mouth agape and eyes wide, you unlocked your phone and went into instagram.

Looking at the reel that Chan liked, it was a video of you doing the dance to Megaverse.

You clicked off of instagram and texted your friend.

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y/n😎

Bro you will not believe what just happened..

Bang Chan liked my instagram reel!

f/n🥸

No way!🫢

Which one?

y/n😎

My dance cover of Megaverse :D

f/n🥸

That's so cool!!

Sadly I have to go, I have to get back to work

but ttyl👋

y/n😎

bye bye👋

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You smile to yourself as you get out of bed to start your day. You make your way to the bathroom to take a shower. Getting undressed, you make sure the temperature of the shower is just how you like it before stepping inside. Letting a sigh escape you as relax from the feeling of the streams of warm water cascade down your back.

After washing your body and hair, you turn off the shower and step out. Drying off your body and putting on your clothes for the day, you make your way to the kitchen. You decided to make yourself an omelet with fruit. Once the cooking was done, you sat down with your breakfast and opened your phone.

Looking at the notification again, you still couldn't believe that the Bang Chan had liked your reel. Never in your life did you ever think that your favorite idol was going to notice you. Thinking about Chan reminded you that you were going to Stray Kids’ concert in a few days. You finally had the opportunity to get barricade, even though you spent almost all of your life savings.

You ate your breakfast and cleaned up what you didn’t eat.

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Day of the concert..

You woke up from your alarm blasting in your ear. Rolling over and shutting off your alarm, you opened your eyes. Checking the time it was 10:45 a.m. Getting out of bed you went to the bathroom and got ready for the day since the concert wasn’t til 7 p.m.

After doing everything you needed to do in the bathroom you decided to spend some of your time catching up on your favorite show. Only after 10 minutes your stomach started to rumble. You decided to have cereal since you didn’t feel like cooking.

Sitting on your couch with your cereal, you continued watching your show. After an hour, you got up and cleaned up your empty bowl.

“Hmm..what should I do?” You thought to yourself. Noticing that you haven’t done a dance cover in a couple of days, you thought about doing Maniac by VIVIZ.

Going to your living room where you had the most space, you look up the dance on TikTok. While learning the dance you get a call from your friend.

“yo, what’s up?” You say waiting for a response.

“hey, i was just wondering what time are you going to pick me up for the concert?” Your friend replies.

“probably around 5:45, i want to make sure we get there somewhat early” You tell your friend.

“okay, cya then”

“cya”

Hanging up the call you continue learning the dance. Making sure you got all the moves down, you record yourself. It takes a couple of tries for you to be completely satisfied with the results but once you are happy with the video you post it on TikTok and Instagram.

You were left with nothing to do but since you had yet to pick out your outfit for the concert, you went over to your closet. You picked out a Aelfric Eden shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. You obviously are going to wear your Converse, since it might be a little cold, you picked out a black leather jacket.

For some jewelry you picked out some silver rings and a silver chain. After you picked out everything that you wanted to you got your light stick and your wolf chan. You laid those two things next to your outfit that you put on your bed and checked the time, 2:33 p.m.

You thought about watching your show again but you didn’t feel like it, so you went over to your computer and went to find a video game to play. After finding a video game, you occupied yourself with it for about two ish hours since you had some time to kill.

You sigh as you lean back into your chair, slightly stretching. You check the time yet again, 4:45 p.m. You were bored out of your mind waiting for it to be time to go pick up your friend, as you sat there you hear your stomach gargle, realizing that you never ate lunch.

You have been wanting to go to this one take out place for a while, so you texted your friend to see if they wanted to get food before going to the concert. You instantly get a text back with them agreeing.

You get up to go change into your outfit, once you had the outfit on, you looked in your mirror mostly happy with how the clothes seemed to kind of go together. Once you fixed your hair to make it look the best you could get it to look, you grab your light stick, wolf chan, your jacket, and your keys.

You walk out of your house, making sure the front door is locked, and you get in your car. Quickly texting your friend that you are on your way, you pull out of your driveway and head to their house.

You surprisingly make it there faster than you expected, your friend had been already standing outside waiting for you. You turn on the radio while you also put on the directions to this food place.

You arrived at the food place, getting out of the car and walking in, you were shocked with how beautiful the inside looked. You ordered whatever seemed appealing to you. The stadium that the concert was being held at was not too far away, and your friend had suggested that you guys could eat in the little restaurant.

While waiting for your food you and your friend had brought up Chan liking your reel.

“so he didn’t comment or anything on your video?” Your friend asked.

“no he only liked it and that was it, though i would have never expected him to watch instagram reels” You chuckled.

“maybe he was just bored or something” Your friend shrugged.

“maybe bu-“ You got cut off by a person calling you and your friends order. You stood up and grabbed your guys’ food. You and your friend went on talking about nonsense the rest of the time you were at the restaurant.

“we should probably go now, it’s already 5:15” Your friend reminded you.

“yea you’re right, i do want to make sure we can get in line early” You said while picking up your garbage to throw in the trash.

Walking back to your car, you two headed to the stadium. Your friend had connected their phone to your car and was blasting Stray Kids. Time flew by and you had already arrived at the stadium. You quickly got out of the car with your light stick and wolf chan to make sure you got a decent spot in line.

You waited for some time before finally getting your tickets checked. You rushed to the barricade just to see that it wasn’t as full as you expected it to be.

As you waited for the show to start, your friend had noticed a head pop out from the curtains under the stage.

“bro who is that” Your friend asked.

“huh who?” You looked at your friend confused.

“over there” Your friend pointed behind you to under the stage.

You looked back to where your friend had pointed, your eyes widened in shock as you stared at the person.

“dude that’s chan” You said in disbelief.

“why is he just peaking out like that” Your friend chuckled.

You kept staring at him, and his eyes eventually made their way to yours , You looked away with slight embarrassment reverting back to reality, but you could feel his gaze on you.

You looked in his direction again, your eyes just feeling drawn to him. Something about his eyes was luring you in. He was still looking you before he breaks eye contact and looks to the ground, smiling to himself. He slipped back behind the curtains completely.

Your friend nudged you lightly, “i think someone recognizes you,” they said in a teasing tone.

“oh hush,” you say rolling your eyes with a cheeky smile.

You and your friend continue talking for a little while until the Stray Kids anthem started playing. You focused on the stage, filled with excitement and anticipation. The crowd being filled with screams only fueled your expectations.

The moment you had been waiting for had finally come, the Stray Kids was preforming in front of you. You screamed your lungs out, along with your friend and the crowd. The first song began to play as you swayed your light stick around.

As the concert shifted into the more calmer stage, the members started to interact with fans more since they weren’t dancing a lot. Chan had been roaming around your section for quite some time now. Just as you were focused on recording another member , you failed to notice that Chan was sitting on the edge of the stage right in front to you, interacting with the people next to you.

Your friend hit you while squealing, you looked back to in front of you. You started fanboying over the sight in front of you. Moving your phone to focus on Chan, he reached out for your phone.

A little confused with what he was doing you, let him grab your phone waiting for his next move. He recorded himself on your phone, he even did a few poses with you in the background before handing your phone back. He got up and walked over to a different section while you were frozen in place.

Your friend squealed even more, shaking you not believing what just happened. The rest of the concert was amazing, eventually the time came where they had to say goodbye. They went backstage after their goodbyes and soon the crowd started to leave.

You and your friend started making your way out of the stadium giggling about certain things that happened. As soon as you stepped outside you were hit with the cold winter air. You had forgotten your jacket in the car, so you started to speed walk back to your car. Unfortunately, you parked on the side of the stadium and your car was kind of far.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings much as you got closer to your car, and just to your luck you bump into someone. Stumbling back a little bit you take a good look at the person, it was quite dark so it took you a second to fully realize who you just bumped into.

“oh sorry, are you okay?” Chan asked.

“i am okay but i’m sorry i should have been paying attention more. i didn’t hurt you, did i?” You responded quite worried.

“no no, i am fine trust me” Chan said as he flashed his signature smile.

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Standing this close to your favorite idol made you really nervous.

Chan broke the silence, “are you the person who did that one Megaverse dance cover?”

“yeah that was me,” You chuckled nervously. You anxiously fidgeted with your fingers.

“it was a really good cover, your dance style is really eye catching.” You have heard that same compliment from a lot of different people, especially other dancers. But hearing it from Chan just felt different, it probably was because he was your favorite idol but you still felt like it was something that had a new meaning now.

Your favorite idol thinks that your dance style is eye catching. Something that you could have never imagined would happen to you.

“I would have never thought…I would hear you say that”

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A/N: i feel like i made this story too long but i hope you guys liked it!!

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@belladonna6-6-6

[eyesofshinigami]

It's The Little Things

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, projection (lol), Short and sweet

Prompt: From @shofarshogood "Love is doing the dishes even when it's the worst chore ever"

WC: 900

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 5

If there is one chore Eddie could spend the rest of his life never doing again, it would be doing dishes. He hates it with flaming, raging passion. He’d almost rather be eaten by demobats again, but he would never say as much in front of Steve. It makes him all mopey when he says shit like that, even though Eddie’s pretty sure it was his near death, so he gets to joke about it.

At any rate, Eddie absolutely loathes washing dishes. He hates the feeling of wet food on his hands, the way it gets up under his fingernails. He hates the sound of the sponge squeaking against glass. He especially hates how he can never seem to stay dry while he washes them, either. It never fails, he always ends up a sopping wet mess (along with the floor, the counter, the pile of mail he still hasn’t opened yet…)

He would happily go the rest of his life without ever washing a single dish again.

Thankfully, Steve seems to find doing dishes therapeutic, or some shit. He always tells Eddie that it gives him the chance to zone out, to let his brain turn off and go on autopilot. Which, Eddie can kind of relate to, considering it’s the same sort of zen he finds when he’s folding their clothes. Especially towels. Eddie really likes folding towels.

Anyway, it works out. Eddie washes clothes and Steve does the dishes. It’s a pretty good balance and it means their dishes are always clean and they never run out of laundry.

Except lately, Steve has been swamped. Between working twelve-hour EMT shifts and trying to study for his finals, there just hasn’t been time. The dishes have just… been piling up in the sink. To the point where it’s kind of starting to overflow.

Shamefully, it takes Eddie a little bit longer to notice, considering that it’s not on his usual chore list. It isn’t until he’s having to precariously rest a cereal bowl on the pile so it doesn’t collapse that it actually occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to fucking wash the dishes.

He lets out a sigh. God, he hates doing dishes, but… but he knows that Steve is too tired, has too much going on. It wouldn’t kill him to do it just this once, to make sure it’s one more thing his boyfriend doesn’t have to worry about. If he can make Steve’s life just a little bit easier, he can brave some stuck-on food and grimy soapy water.

So, Eddie pulls up his metaphorical big boy panties and grabs the dish soap and starts the tap running. Thankfully, he manages to locate the bright yellow gloves that Steve uses to clean under the sink, which should make this more tolerable. He pops one of his metal mixes into the cassette player and gets to work, bobbing his head and trying not to think about what might lurking under the soapy water.

He lets himself get lost in the repetition of it, scrubbing then rinsing then putting in the drainer that Steve insisted they buy when they moved in together. So lost, in fact, that he doesn’t hear the front door opening or the sound of approaching footsteps, until Steve is suddenly appearing in the doorway.

“Christ!” Eddie yells, almost dropping the slotted spoon he was washing.

“Sorry, baby. But uh… Eds… what are you doing?” Steve asks, motioning to the sink.

Eddie almost says something flip, it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he can see the dark circles under Steve’s eyes, the way his back is hunched. “Oh, uh, doing the dishes. They were piling up and I figured I was off today, I could just do them.”

Steve blinks at him. “But you hate doing the dishes.”

Eddie blinks back. “Yeah, but I knew you’d be home late. Like I said, I figured I could do them and… you know, help you out?”

Steve blinks again, before the sweetest smile breaks out onto his face. Like sunshine after the rain. “I appreciate that, thank you.” Steve steps into his space, wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him into a hug. He doesn’t even seem to care that Eddie’s shirt and sweatpants seem to soaked. “You’re the best.”

“I just washed a couple of dishes, Steve,” Eddie tries to joke, but he nuzzles against Steve, the best he can do right now while he’s still wearing these ridiculous rubber gloves. “You’ve been working hard, baby. I just wanted to make things easier for you.”

Steve lets out a shaky sigh. “You do, Eds. Every day. Thank you.” He leans in for a kiss, soft and sweet and thrilling Eddie down to his toes. When Steve pulls back, he pecks Eddie on the lips one more time before he says, “How about we order Chinese tonight? From the takeout place with the cartons, so we don’t have to dirty any more dishes, hmm?”

“Music to my ears, Stevie. Go order and I’ll finish up here, yeah?”

Steve nods and Eddie watches him walk away, seeing the way Steve is still smiling like Eddie just handed him a million bucks or something.

He might still hate it, but Eddie would wash all the dishes in the world to see Steve smile like that every day of the week.

[unluckyhoneybee]

All the pretty girls Pt2. (Pyotr Kochetkov)

After all the drama, Pyotr was finally with you and he wanted everything. Smut. Continuation of : All the pretty girls Note: this has sat on my drafts for so long I can't even remember who asked for this. I hope you like it! Warnings: +18. Penetrative sex (p in v), oral (f receiving)

His back muscles moved as he worked in the kitchen. The Canes sweats he wore hung low on his hips. Being used to see him with baggy clothes or his equipment, you were a bit taken aback. It was instantly when your pulse increased and your throat ran dry.

"Hi"

Pyotr turned around fast. Caught in the act. "Hi" He said. Sweat formed on his forehead when he took in your apearence. How were you his now?

"What are you doing?" You walked slowly on his direction and he got nervous.

"Cereal" He said. "For you in bed"

Butterflies filled your belly. Just like when you visited him in Chicago that night and he tried to cook pancakes. It was a complete failure.

"Better than pancakes?"

Pyotr rolled his eyes.

"You try next time"

You nodded in response and took another step. There was a mark on his neck, you remembered leaving it last night. Warmth filled your belly. You had made love in the sofa last night. It had been quick and awkward, both of you too desperate to feel the other to care about anything else. As you had told him, you had all the time now. It had been intense but short and both of you got knocked out as soon as you laid on the bed. But still, you couldn't believe you had felt him like that. He hadn't been shy while pushing his hands under your clothes, or while toying with your underwear. Words hadn't been needed, the lenguage wasn't a problem then, Pyotr only needed to whisper your name and you exactly knew what he needed from you.

Pyotr was looking down at you. His clothes were huge on you, the sleeves too long and the shoulders too wide. He could see your cleavage and shoulders a bit. He just wanted to dive in and take a bite. But maybe you should have breakfast first.

You leaned on his side and hugged his waist with one arm. It was incredible to feel his body react to you. Pyotr wrapped one arm around your shoulders only so he could bring you close. A sweet kiss in your forehead and he spoke.

"Grab cereal, please?"

"Of course. But before..." You got in your tiptoes and kissed his lips. "Good morning"

"Good morning" He said groggily.

You let go of him and picked the bowls. But Pyotr couldn't contain himself and slapped your ass. You gasped and looked at him with big eyes. He shrugged and you laughed in response.

"You are lucky I love you" You whispered. Surprisingly, he caught every single word. Wow. "Hey, babe?"

"Mmm, yes" He quickly grabbed some milk and spoons and sat on the small kitchen table. It was small enough for your legs to touch, but you didn't care. Intantly, your legs were over his lap and Pyotr had a cute blush on his cheeks. He would need a couple of days to come to terms with all of this. Wanting it for so long, it was kind of unbelievable to be like this with you. On your side, it was as if you had lost all the restraints. You always wanted to be this close, to pinch his cheeks, to kiss his lips, to hug him, to sit on him... Now that you could, you wouldn't stop.

Like always, Pyotr set his phone on the table, translator on and ready to help.

"I talk to Andrei"

You frowned a bit.

"Today"

"Oh, again?"

He nodded.

"Uh... I want... Uh..." He shook his head and tyoed on the phone. Then he showed you so you would tell him how to pronounce. That's how you worked and he loved it.

"Advice" A little smile tugged on your lips.

"Advice. Good?"

"Yeah. About what?"

He chuckled and pointed at you. "About me? Why?"

He wrote again and read. "I want to take you out on a date" Slow and clumsy, he pronounced every word on thick accent. "Good?"

"I'd love to go on a date with you"

He looked down at the phone and smiled when the translation appeared.

"Andrei say restaurant to me"

You arched a brow. "Which one?"

He zipped his lips while smiling.

"You teach more English, yes?"

"Of course, sweetheart"

Pyotr had quickly learnt what those little words meant. He had to ask Andrei a couple of times at the beginning and it was so embarrassing to discover it that way because Andrei would always wiggle his eyebrows at him or mockingly call him by your cute nicknames at practice.

"I want to learn Russian too, you know?" You told him. He looked down at the translator and his eyes opened so big.

"Yes?"

"Mhm"

He grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss. Well, you could call him a kiss. He slammed his mouth against yours, his lips swallowing a surprised moan from you. Pyotr was feeling all kind of overwhelming things, maybe because of the shock from last night or maybe because of the exciment of finally having you. And it showed on the kiss. You had a hard time keeping up. So you pressed your thumb on his lips and pulled back only a couple of centimeters.

"What do you want?" You whispered. His beautiful eyes stared at you for long seconds.

"You"

"You have me"

"I know" He nodded, his forehead lovingly nudging yours. "You mine"

"I'm yours" You assured him and gave him a deeper but slower kiss. Damn the cereal, you thought. It can definitely wait.

You got up but barely parted from him, only when he moved back to look at you. Last night, in the middle of the hurry, you had barely taken time to undress. Your shirt stayed on, his trousers stayed on, you didn't remember much more, only that you almost didn't got a peak. So you grabbed the edge of your his hoodie and slowly pulled it up.

Pyotr watched you open mouthed. He had felt you, touched you in any way you let him, but what he had imagined had nothing to do with this. With his English completely forgotten, he spoke Russian, which you didn't understand. So the moment came to halt for a second. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world" He read from his phone after typing exactly what he had said. He wouldn't need to memorize those words like others. He would remember just by picturing how you smiled when you heard him.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, slow, deep, wet, Pyotr was starting to love it. You both had a great contrast. He was more impulsive, more needy. You liked to take it slow. He had his moment last night. He had taken you apart in what felt like a couple of seconds (not that you complained). Now it was your turn.

Pyotr pushed his chair away from the table to give you space right between his knees. He guided you there, bringing you closer while his eyes took in your naked torso. Could he just lean and kiss you and did he need to ask? How could he ask? He didn't want to grab the phone now.

"You are so handsome" You whispered and cupped his cheeks. He looked up and swallowed. "I love your eyes" There was something in you pushing you to speak, to tell him all of that, to let him know how much you adored him. You didn't want him to feel insecure or to think you'd be better with someone else. "And your nose" Your thumb caressed the straight bridge of his nose, then it moved to his cheek right under his eye. He sighed and closed them for a second. Your hand was so warm and soft on his skin. "And your lips" You parted his lips with your thumb and his tongue brushed it softly. Pump and rosy from the kisses, they looked so delicious. You leaned closer and kicked into his mouth. Pyotr felt delirious, his fingers were probably leaving prints in your thighs. His mouth tried to catch yours when you pulled back, which made you smile and him groan. "I'm so lucky to have you. I can't believe I have you" you slid your finger on his mouth and Pyotr whined. "Are you mine?" You spoke slow and clear, making sure he could understand every single word. He eagerly nodded. "Are you?"

Your heart was beating so hard, he was so responsive to you. It was clear that Pyotr would do anything you asked him to do.

"Yours"

"Mine" Finally you kissed him. Immediately, his mouth responded to yours, kissing back just as deep and passionately.

Pyotr needed more, he wanted you already, he wanted you to do something. His fingers eagerly pulled down your trousers. You stepped out of them. You stood there, completely bare and shaking in excitement. Pyotr was watching you with his mouth agape and a hard on hidden on his grey sweatpants.

"Perfect" he laid his hand on your belly and you started shaking. His long and warm fingers moved up slowly as a cheeky grin grew on his lips. Pyotr was the one who, with barely touching you, was making your knees buckle and he was so proud of it. "You want me"

You nodded and bit your lip and he kept going up. His right hand found the curve of your breast and his left your lower back. In a sift movement, he brought you close and caged you with his arm. You laid your hands on his shoulders and your breath turned quicker and deeper.

Pyotr's eyes were on your skin. There were little marks here and there and goosebumps all over the place. He had discovered only a minute ago that you were ticklish right were he was touching you. Your body reacted different. He could point where you were slightly more sensitive. He just wanted to play and use it on his favour.

His thumb moved over the invisible line right under your breast. But you were the impatient one this time. With your fingers on the back of his neck you pulled him closer to your chest and his mouth opened for you. Warm and wet, he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

"Oh, Pyotr" You gasped loudly and he groaned.

Eagerly, the goalie pulled you to his lap and kept you impossibly close to him, with your back straight and your breast right were he could reach them. Perfectly shaped and soft, Pyotr planned on giving them the attention they deserved.

The bulge in his trousers pressed right on your naked core and you moaned. But Pyotr didn't care. He was busy mouthing at your breast, bitting at your sensitive nipples and sucking with his lips until they got impossibly hard. The more he did, the better it felt. Wet from his saliva, it was so easy to roll them with his fingers. And all the stimulation was pooling on your lower belly and shooting pleasure waves right to your clit.

"P, baby... I can't..." Because as sensitive you were, it had never been enough to come undone this way. It only made you a dripping mess right between your legs, were you needed him the most.

But again, he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he palmed at your breast giving softness with one hand while he bit your nipple and pulled on the other. A choked moan broke out of your chest, your head hanging back and your hips pressing harder into his. "Please, please, please"

"What?" He looked up and carefully (the last thing he wanted was to hurt you) he gave your nipple a soft smack. Another pretty sound left your lips and you desperately looked down at him. Your hands, that were cupping the back of his neck, traveled quickly downwards.

"You want what, baby? Say to me" He bit the soft flesh of your boob hard enough to print his lips there and you felt the air leaving your lungs.

"You" You said and grabbed his face with one hand. "I have waited for so long to have you, Pyotr..." He thanked his most recent lessons for being able to catch most of what you said. "So long" You pulled his trousers enough to free him. No underwear. It made you smile.

He lifted you enough so he could push them half way on his thighs. "Better" then he reached his pocket and pulled a condom out.

You chuckled in disbelief. "I will fuck you in all house" He whispered while staring into your eyes. It gave shivers to your already shaken body. Pyotr put the condom on and help you move right above his hips.

"Slow, okay?" You said before kissing him.

"Okay" He whispered back between kisses.

You hugged his shoulders with one arm and pushed your forehead against his. Then, you started to slide him in. Pyotr groaned and bit his lip with that first touch, you closed your eyes tight and tried to breathe through your nose. "Oh babe" You whined. You tried to move, you circled your hips and slowly moved up and down. It was torture for both of you but it took you a bit until you could completely sink in. "Pyotr... Oh god... Y-you are so big" You desperately said as you finally could move freely.

"Yes..." He nodded quickly, he didn't know how to express what he was feeling, he just hoped you could feel it. So he kissed you deeply and grabbed you by your hips and ass cheeks. You were moving slowly, he was thrusting up to you. You could feel him everywhere and his kisses were more intense than ever. You mouthed and bit his shoulders with some newfound hunger.

"Perfect" He groaned against your cheek before gently biting you there.

Maybe it was because you were so in love with him, or the deep connection you two had, but you felt everything in a consuming way. You wanted to cry and grab into him to never let go, you wanted to give in and allow him to do whatever he wanted.

"more, need more" He panted. "Please, give me more" He begged. With those big brown eyes looking at you. You whimpered. But Pyotr was big and your legs felt like jelly.

Your fingers gripped his shoulder and the back of his head and the groan that escaped his lips was so delicious you had to kiss him. He could feel you needed some help, so he grabbed handfuls of your ass to help your moves (not that he complained).

You moaned loudly at the quicker pace. But for Pyotr, it wasn't enough. He grabbed you and a second later you were on the table. You gasped loudly and gripped his arm. "P"

"I have you" He said with a soft smile and slid back in you. Your eyes rolled back with the new angle and he chuckled. "You like it"

"I love it, I love you" You panted with big doe eyes. "Fuck"

Now Pyotr was in charge, now he could do as he pleased. But he was determined to make you enjoy and remember this for a long time. He pushed you back and you lay on the cold surface. You were a goddess, he was so sure of it now. He must have been a good man if the universe had sent you to him. While his hips moved slowly, very different from what he had begged for, his hand crawled its way up from your belly to the valley of your breast and then your neck. Your breath hitched for a second and you closed your eyes when he put some pressure in there. But then he kept moving and with a particularly hard thrust, Pyotr let his thumb slide in your mouth. You looked into his eyes as your lip wrapped around his finger. There were sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He was flustered and his hair was falling around his face. It was unreal. So you sucked his finger, you did just as you would suck him, swirling your tongue around and teasing with your lips. And Pyotr lost it.

A soft pop sounded when he pulled it from your mouth and it was followed by a moan when he started rubbing circles in your clit. Your legs shook around his waist and your hand flew to your breast. Laying on the table like that, Pyotr took mental notes of how you looked.

"Good? Feel good, yeah?"

"So good"

Now he was quicker. He was trying to reach all the pleasure you gave him. He was on cloud nine with you around him, his hands on your hips and your eyes on his. And he knew he wouldn't last much longer but he didn't care when you looked like you were fallen apart in a desperate need for more, more pleasure, more Pyotr.

That was exactly how you felt, with the climax right there, the pleasure so high but yet not enough.

Pyotr felt it, hard and like lightning, he came undone without warning. More vocal than ever, his hips thrust harder while you desperately scratched his abdomen. Don´t leave me like this, please. Your eyes said. But for a few seconds, he was blinded by the intense pleasure over his body. He barely heard your cries, "Please, please, please" You begged.

"Yes, yes" He said.

His legs thanked him when he knelt in front of you, they could barely keep him upwards after that. Not giving you enough time to process anything, he dived in between your legs.

You sat so you could see him. His eyes were closed and was simply giving you everything he had. It made your head spin. Vibrations were sent over you every time you ran your fingers through his hair. With all the passion he put in, he made you come with his mouth in only a couple of minutes, bringing you closer to the edge of the table and his face to get the last taste until it became unbearable.

Shaking and grabbing into him the best you could, you cried in pleasure until you had actual tears in your eyes. "Stop, stop" You said pushing him away.

Pyotr sat back on his heels and looked at you. You were shaking, he didn't know if it was cold or everything else. You had bite marks on your chest and shoulders, they would probably fade, but he was proud for now. Your chest was heaving slowly with deep breaths.

"I love you" He simply said as if he didn't look like a tornado had run over him. His hair was so messy and his skin so pink and sweaty.

You laughed in disbelief. "I love you too, P"

He grabbed your ankle and leaned closer to leave a warm and soft kiss on your leg. You caressed his cheek with bright eyes.

Then he tried to get up and groaned when all his muscles complained. You giggled.

"You try walk and I laugh then" He said pointing at you with irony in his voice. You laughed and flipped him off.

He threw the condom to the bin and then came to help you down the table, giving you a look when you huffed. "This is all your fault"

He frowned. "Fault?"

"You made this, Pyotr!" You exclaimed with fake annoyance.

"Oh yes, I did" He said chuckling, but then he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. "You will be fine"

You kissed his chest and nodded. "Shower?" You suggested.

"Yes please" He giggled and reached to your hair. "You have cereal"

With that, you both started laughing, pure happiness floating in the room for being finally together. After waiting so long, he finally had the girl of his dreams.

[lesbianpepsi]

'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl | part II

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: The next morning...

words: 1.932.k (i'm sorry it's so short)

warnings: light swearing, reader doesn't like lucky charms (idc what anyone says they're overrated asf), bad writing

authors note: i am still astounded by the fact how big part one got, thank you all so much for all the notes. i hope you enjoy this :)

The next  morning you didn’t wake up till two in the afternoon, still feeling utterly exhausted. Your ankle still aches but not nearly as bad it was yesterday. Feeling hot you throw the duvet off of yourself as you push yourself up the bed till you feel your back against the headboard. 

“God,” you groan to yourself as you look down at the ankle brace, your mind flooding with the memory of the pain of it all yesterday. Definitely time for a painkiller or something, you think to yourself as you hastily fling your legs out of the bed. 

Stretching your arms as far as you possibly could you snag the crutches off of the floor, skillfully putting them on and standing up soon after. As you wobble over to your door you glance at the mirror right next to the door, as you catch your face in the reflection you couldn’t help but smirk slightly as a surge of confidence hits you.

Pulling your attention away from the mirror you go to open the door, the second you pull the door open you’re met with Tara with her hand already extended to open the door. You slightly jump at the sudden appearance whereas Tara lets out a small scream as she takes a step back. 

“Oh my god my heart just fell out of my asshole.” She mutters to herself as you let out a laugh at her panicked state. You grin as you hopped over to Tara, the smaller girl having a nervous gleam in her eye.

“For someone who loves horror you get scared so easily.” You teased with that grin still occupying your face. Tara let out a dry laugh as her eyes connected with yours, leaning closer. 

“How’re you feeling?” She asks you in a tender voice, her hand moving to caress up and down your arm. You swallowed nervously as your eyes gazed toward Tara's scarred hand, the contact of her soft palm on your skin making goosebumps rise all over your arm. Nodding your head weakly you replied. “The pain isn’t as bad as it was yesterday.”

“Good, that's good.” Tara says with a soft smile that weakened your knees, you’ve never been more grateful for those crutches. She doesn’t remove her hand off your arm even after her words, even after you don’t say anything back except smiling. 

After a moment Tara guides you over to the living room and to the sofa she had slept on the previous night, guilt bubbled up in your stomach at the fact she had to sleep out here. 

“What do you want for your lunch?” Tara asked as her hawk eyes stared at you as you slowly sat down on the couch, dropping your crutches to the floor. Once comfortable you smile at Tara as you shrug your shoulders. “Cereal?.” 

Tara smiled with surprise as she tilted her head slightly. “What cereal do you want?” 

“Honey nut cheerios are more than good with me.” Tara gives a disgusted look at that, shaking her head in disappointment. “I still don’t get how you prefer that over the best cereal ever made, lucky charms. You practically hate it!” 

“I don’t hate it, Tara. I loathe it. I only buy it in case you get hungry and want a snack while you’re here.” You defend as Tara laughs heavenly as she walks off to head towards the kitchen.

You relaxed further into the couch as you looked at the TV screen where Hereditary had been paused, you snickered to yourself as the words ‘horror snob’ buzzed in your mind. 

Tara returns within five minutes with two bowls, one bowl of lucky charms in her left hand and a bowl of honey nut cheerios on her right hand. She places them down on the coffee table before she briskly exits again to only return seconds later with a bottle of water and a packet of brand new Ibuprofen. 

She drops them on the coffee table as you grab your red bowl full of cheerios, greedily shoving your small spoon and collecting as much as you could. “Take one.” Tara demands softly as she points at the pills taking a seat next to you with her own bowl of cereal. 

You do as you're told without much argument to which Tara grins at as she presses play to the movie without any word. The two of you stayed in silence as the movie played, eating your cereal as your heart picked up its pace any time you turned to glance at Tara’s side profile. 

Once down with your lunch you discarded the bowl back onto the coffee table as you not so subtly shifted closer to Tara, Tara not so subtly shifted closer to you too. You swallowed down any emotion rising up in your throat as you turned your head to look at Tara, knowing exactly what both of you were thinking about.

“You talked to Sam this morning?” You asked, caringly making Tara turn her own head to look over at you. “We texted a bit, mostly her asking if I’m safe and if you’re safe.” You let out a small laugh as you nod your head weakly, not surprised at all.

Sam’s a really good older sister, although she has some rough edges she always means well. 

You catch Tara’s eyes as they lock with yours, a look that you can’t tell in her eyes. Her eyes wide like saucers as her hand makes its way onto the top of your hand. Eyes flickered down to her warm hand warming up yours you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

She wants to know.

Your eyes looked up at hers as her eyes gaze all over your head and you notice they last particularly the longest on your forehead, a grin quickly plasters on your lips at that. Your eyebrows raise as Tara’s eyes connect with yours once again. 

“Is there something on my face?” You enquired lowly as you leaned closer to the visibly flustered girl. A scarlet hue blush tainting her soft cheeks as she gazed up at you, shaking her head slowly. 

You cocked your head to the side like a husky as you hummed, leaning closer until your lips hovered over Tara’s ear, the tip of the ear stained with that familiar red blush on her cheeks. “Are you lying to me Tara?” 

Tara swallowed dryly as her eyes shut tightly, the grip her hand had on your arm tightening. “Maybe.” She whispered slowly. 

“I think you are, wanna know why?” You crooned into her ear making her shiver from her spine right to her feet. 

“Tell me.” She pleaded in an almost inaudible volume. 

“‘Cause I remember.” You say. 

The room fell silent as the movie finished a few minutes ago, the only thing being heard is your and Tara’s soft breaths. “I told you I’d remember.” You said almost triumphantly as you pulled away so you could look into Tara’s dark chocolate eyes. 

Tara grinned mischievously as she bit her lower lip as her eyes looked into yours. “Why else did you think I kissed you with my lipstick still on?” She teased with a laugh as her eyes flickered up to the still noticeable pink lipstick mark on your forehead. “To make sure you’d remember.”  She said, whispering the end out.

You smiled as you swallowed the nerves in hopes of replacing them with confidence, but one look at Tara’s perfectly structured face the nerves returned as did a gentle blush to your cheeks. 

“You still haven’t answered my question, by the way.” You remember with a smirk as your eyes glimpsed down at her lips feeling your mouth becoming incredibly dry at the sight. Licking your lips you look back at Tara who's already looking at you with doe eyes. 

“What was the question again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” Tara remarked; you hummed playfully as you nodded your head while you let out the sound. “Oh you can’t remember?” You asked with sarcasm to which Tara nodded her head as she pursed her lips, pretending to be in deep thought.

“Was it something like I’d be the better girlfriend compared to that weird doctor?” She says as she leans the ever slightest closer.

You raised your eyebrows as you chuckled. “Oh was that the question?” Tara nodded her head as her eyes lowered to your lips before she slowly raised them to look into your left eye then right eye. 

“What was your answer again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” You mimicked her words as you leaned even closer yourself, you could feel her breaths against your face. “Was it something like I should go back to the hospital to ask Doctor Edwards out on a date?” You said as you copied her own, smirking as you noticed the green eyed monster appear in Tara’s eyes. 

Her teasing smile that dishevelled into a straight line as her breath trickled against your lips, her hand raising to your waist. “Or was it something else, Tara?” You whispered against her lips, your eyes gazing into hers. 

“A better option.” Tara mumbled before she crashed her lips onto yours, your eyes shut instantly at the contact as a pathetic gasp escaped your mouth at the feeling. Lifting your hand you dropped it on her neck as you pulled her closer, kissing her back eagerly. 

She pushed her entire body physically closer to you as she carried on kissing your lips desperately. You swallowed a whimper as you gripped at her waist and pulled her onto your waist to which Tara gladly accepted. 

Heaven is the only word you can actually think of as you kiss Tara; the mixed feelings of your heart thudding against your ribcage with speed as an immense amount of butterflies flew around in your stomach. 

The gnawing feeling of needing oxygen slowly started to hit you, you ignored it as you felt Tara’s hand slide under your shirt, shamelessly moving around with confidence. You whimpered pathetically at the contact as Tara swiped her tongue along your bottom lip, you readily opened your mouth allowing her free access. 

You could feel the desperation of oxygen reaching its max resulting in you reluctantly pulling away, leaning your forehead against Tara’s as your heart raced. Tara whined as she went to chase your lips again, you laughed dryly as you shook your head weakly. 

“No Doctor Edwards then?” You teased as a flash of jealousy crossed Tara’s eyes.

“No.” Tara tells you as she tries catching her own breath, her chest rising up and down at a rapid pace. You smiled as you huffed. “No Doctor Edwards.” You repeated.

“I do think we’d make a cute couple.” Your head perks up like a cat as you gaped at Tara, smiling as your hands made their way around her waist. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Tar.” You admit softly as your hand caresses at her back. 

Tara beams at your words as her smile widens revealing her adorable dimples making your heart skip a beat at the stunning view. “I’ve liked you for a really long time too, Y/n.” Tara confesses as her hand moves up to your neck, her fingers playing the back of your neck, you shiver intensely at the sensation. 

“Go on a date with me.” You announce a bit too loudly, Tara grins as she leans ever closer to you, your breath hitching at the closeness.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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a/n: if anyone wants, they can send in requests about this specific fic like, the full scene when they met, tara helping reader, the first date and so and and so in. if you've reached this far thank you so much for reading this, love you and remember to stay hydrated my loves 🖤

[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Desperate Fool - Part 10

Part 9

Last time: Eddie and Nancy finish their long conversation on a heavy note

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“Dustin, your phone’s going off,” Eddie shouts, hands shoved into the soapy dish water. He cocks his head around and watches the phone vibrate spasmodically across the table for the third time in twenty minutes. The only sounds filtering through the two-story brownstone are the phone and Dustin’s off-key singing in the upstairs shower. 

He sighs, grabbing the clean dish towel to dry his hands with as he crosses the kitchen to silence the damned thing. Dustin invited Eddie to temporarily move in with him while Suzie was out at Boston teaching a seminar for the semester. It’s been a nice change of pace since the paparazzi found the temporary rental he was staying in.

Eddie’s apology to Dustin had been quite long. Dustin’s swift forgiveness was shorter than Eddie expected. It almost hurt to be forgiven so quickly, but when it became clear it was conditional on never talking about Steve– or even Robin– Eddie couldn’t argue. It’s a fair compromise. Whatever it takes to have an honest to god friend again.

So when Eddie picks up Dustin’s phone, he genuinely considers throwing that friendship out the window. The screen says ‘King Badass’ surrounded by different sportsball emojis, overtop a picture of the two of them leaned up against the classic 1980’s maroon beemer. Steve’s got one arm wrapped tight around Dustin’s neck, a mint chocolate chip cone on the ground at his feet and a strawberry cone in Dustin’s outstretched hand. 

The picture must be relatively new. Eddie’s never seen that navy sweater, or those aviators before. His smile is as wide and gorgeous as he remembers, and Eddie only wishes he could poke his fingers into the picture and pluck the sunglasses off that pretty face to see those golden, hazel eyes look back at him. 

Before he knows what’s happening, before he can stop himself, before he can even think about anything at all, Eddie swipes right and hits the speaker button. He’s silent, frozen, and scared out of his mind as he listens so, so intently to the sounds of Steve breathing on the other end of the line. Knuckles white, Eddie turns the volume up as high as it goes and closes his eyes. The soft breaths wrap around him in the same familiar way an old, oversized sweatshirt does on rainy days.

Then a lot of things happen, very suddenly and very fast.

“Henderson? What the fuck, man– are you going to say anything?” Steve’s voice screams out, causing a tingling in his right ear where he’d had the phone smashed to his head. 

Eddie gasps, involuntary and ragged.

A pause. 

Then, “... Dustin?” Steve asks, knowing full well the person on the other end of the phone is not, in fact, Dustin.

A loud, indignant, ear-screeching squawk from the stairs stops Eddie from responding. Dustin’s standing there, across the room wrapped in a towel and dripping onto the hardwood, glaring at Eddie like he’s a cat with his hand in the cereal bowl. Which, he sort of is.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie’s not sure who he’s talking to when he says it, but he thinks it applies universally in this particular situation.

Dustin shouts, “put it down!” at the same time Eddie hears the faintest whisper through the phone.

“Eddie?”

He’s never heard his name uttered the way Steve breathes it in this moment. It’s a prayer at a funeral. Flowers at a graveyard. The edge of a cliff. A haunted house. It’s everything and it’s too fucking much. 

“Stevie–”

The phone’s snatched away from him as Dustin storms back upstairs, turning it off speaker. 

Heart pounding, ears ringing, head in a fucking fog, he swallows the acid flooding his mouth and moves back to the sink on autopilot, shoving his hands into the hot water to keep from pulling at his hair. Dustin's muffled bickering echoes down the stairs– he thinks he picks out something like won’t let you– but can’t make out the words.

He hums the melody he’s been toying with just to drown out the argument. It hurts in the way everything about Steve hurts, an ache he’s slowly but surely getting used to. 

Almost thirty minutes later, Dustin leaves with a quick ‘be back soon’ shouted over his shoulder, slamming the door behind him before Eddie can respond. He’s not sure where he’s gone to, but it feels obvious in the set of Dustin’s hunched shoulders and the redness in his eyes when he comes home again hours later. When Eddie asks if he’s alright, Dustin says he’s fine. 

They don’t talk about the phone call.

~~~

Part 11

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[desiderio-dixon]

Darkest Before the Dawn

Chapter two : Wildflowers

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader

Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.

Chapter summary : As time passes, you grow more concerned about the group in Atlanta. Daryl faces an internal conflict while hunting.

Chapter warnings : I believe just language? Please let me know if you notice anything else!

Word count : 1.6k (I wanted this one to be longer but it felt too cluttered, so the next chapter will just come in quick succession)

A/N : Thank you so much for all the positive reception on the first chapter! I'm open to starting a taglist for this series if anyone's interested. Just send me an ask :)

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When Carol returns, she hands you two mini Hershey's chocolate bars. "Courtesy of Sophia," She tells you with a gentle smile.

You gave your best smile in return. "I'll have to thank her later."

After eating the candy, you started to feel a bit better. Carol stayed with you until you declared you were going back to your tent, trying to catch a couple more hours of rest.

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When you awoke, a few hours had passed. Enough for the sun to emerge from the horizon and the camp to grow lively with the sounds of everyone starting their day.

Crawling out of your tent, you were satisfied to find that your head didn't spin. Really must've been an episode of low sugar; thank god for Carol. You should find both her and Daryl, to thank them for their help.

You find Carol pouring dry cereal into bowls for the kids at a picnic table. Mischievously, you sneak behind Carl to snag a freeze-dried marshmallow from his bowl. "Hey!" He calls, a pout heavy on his lips while you toss it into your mouth. You stick your tongue out at him, ruffling his hair. He makes a face, but sinks back into easy conversation with Sophia in no time.

Turning to Carol, you find her eyes already on you. She's staring at you with an emotion you can't quite place, but it seems sweet and somber simultaneously.

She pours you your own bowl wordlessly. When she hands it to you, you place it on the table behind you before grabbing her hands in your own. You regret the sudden movement instantly, when she briefly flinches before relaxing into your gentle touch.

"Thank you for earlier, I don't know what I would've done without you." You say with a genuine smile and a tone of exasperation. She nods, returning your smile. You let her hands go, sitting down on the bench with your bowl of cereal.

Sophia sits on your left, enthusing with Carl about one of her dolls, kicking her feet and shoveling spoonfuls of sugary cereal between words. You eat your cereal silently while you wait for her rant to come to an end. This is a very important topic, after all.

Finally, she concludes the telling of her doll's very intricate backstory. "Sophia," You call gently. "Your mom lent me a couple of your candybars this morning. I promise I'll bring you a king size bar soon!" You wink. She giggles and nods, ever the shy kid.

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After breakfast, you decided to try and track down Daryl to give him your thanks. Weaving through tents and trees to reach the far end of the quarry, you arrive at the Dixon campsite. To your displeasure, there's no Daryl in sight. Only Merle, sitting on a tree stump cleaning his rifle. He doesn't look up when you approach, and you debate just turning back. But, Daryl truly does deserve your thanks and you want to be sure he receives it. "Where's Daryl?"

Merle chuckles, hands stilling over the rifle on his lap. He looks up at you over his brow-bone with a smirk. "Wasn't sure my baby brother had it in him," His chesire grin only grows when you scoff and roll your eyes. It's not like that with Daryl and you're certain he knows that too. "Oh, cmon, sugar! I ain't one to get in the way of young love! Sorry to say, though, Darylina ain't here. Went huntin' before the sun." So that's why Daryl was fully dressed in the early hours of morning. You suppress a sigh of disappointment at your failed mission, knowing that would only egg on Merle's teasing.

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Word had spread quickly around camp about your early morning escapades (though you'd hardly label it that as it wasn't quite exciting) and you'd been sternly grounded; no runs for the near future.

As the group prepared for their journey to Atlanta, your heart felt heavy. Nothing quite prepares you for just how boring the apocalypse is, especially when your favorite person is going on a run without you.

You flick the rim of Glenn's cap, standing in front of him next to the van. He swats your hand away gently, always careful with you. This is the first time he's gone on a run without you since he found you, and you're not sure what to say. 'Goodbye, hope you come back alive.'? 'Good luck not getting torn apart by the living dead.'?

Glenn beats you to the punch. "I'll see you later." He says, casually. Something about the way it's so easy for him feels like a knife twisting in your gut. You know he's an optimist, you know he believes he's going to see you later, but it hurts to think that he's not as worried about never seeing you again as you are. Overall, you're reminded that you're nothing but a friend to him. One he's only known for a month.

"Yeah, I guess I'll see you later." You breathe, lump forming in your throat when he just grins at you before hopping into the back of the van.

You walk away before you can watch it leave.

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The day seems to drone on, time moving slowly. You're holding a variety of tools for Dale, handing them off to him each time he makes a request. He and Jim have their heads firmly pointed into the hood of the Winnebago. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Dale sighs exasperatedly. "Boy, that hose isn't long for this world, is it?"

Jim shakes his head solemnly. "No, sir." Dale hands you back a variety of tools for you to tuck into the toolbox at your feet. He slams the hood shut.

"Where the hell are we gonna find a replacement?"

"Maybe Glenn and I could find an auto store in the city." You offer, shrugging. Dale had made a great friend and mentor; you think you'd do just about anything to make that old man happy. Including risking your life for a damn radiator hose.

"It's late. They should be back by now." Amy yells over. You agree. There's been a nagging sense of concern in the back of your mind. Your trips never take this long.

Dale looks to Amy with an empathetic expression. "Worrying won't make it better." He tells her. The words weren't meant for you but you let them resonate. Worrying won't make it better.

When garbled speech starts to spew over the radio, Dale snatches it up. "Hello? Hello? Reception's bad on this end. Repeat, repeat." He yells into the radio. There's a crowd now gathered around, awaiting a response from the other end. You'd gotten a strange signal the day before but even still you were certain this time it was your group.

More unintelligible speaking comes through. "Is that them?" Lori asks. The next message is clearer. T-dog is speaking, something about trapped and the department store. Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet at what that may imply for their fate. Dale tries once more to get a clearer message when the radio cuts out completely, leaving everyone with a pool of anxiety in their chest.

There's minimal chatter before Shane shuts down the thought of sending help immediately. "No way," He says. "We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group. Y'all know that."

Amy's face turns from scared to red hot rage. "So, we're just gonna leave her there?" You watch Shane, who frankly looks agitated by Amy's reaction. He runs his hand through his hair, the other one placed firmly on his hip.

"Look, Amy, I know this isn't easy."

Amy cuts him off before he can finish that thought. "She volunteered to go to help the rest of us!"

Shane sighs. "I know, and she knew the risks, right?" The question hangs in silence for a second before he goes on. "See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So, we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do." You scoff at that.

Amy has a stronger reaction. "She's my sister, you son of a bitch!" She yells before turning and stomping off. Lori goes after her.

"And what about Glenn?" You ask Shane. He doesn't answer. "You people wouldn't have half of the shit here if it wasn't for him." You spit. Just then, thunder begins to rumble in the distance, and you retreat to your tent to wait out the incoming storm.

In classic southern fashion, the rain comes and goes just as quickly. You decide to stay in your tent, worry implanting in the back of your skull keeping you from wanting to socialize. The cheesy romance novel you found on your last run is all the company you'll need for now. A nice distraction from the images of your friends, trapped in Atlanta, being torn apart.

You've read two chapters when you hear it. A blaring car alarm and rock music. Louder than anything you've heard since the bombs dropped.

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Daryl feels stupid. He barely knows you, certainly doesn't like you. But here he is, staring at a patch of wildflowers. You'd like them, he thinks. He's noticed that embroidered patch on your bag. Flowers of all different pastel hues, some spots stained with dried blood. He crouches over them, pulling his knife from his belt.

His fingers stutter where he goes to slice the stems. It's what people do, right? A 'get well soon' gesture. He's nearly cutting it when a groan sounds behind him. It breaks him out of his trance. Standing, he scoffs, stomping on the flowers. He uses the same knife to plunge into the walker's skull. He doesn't know you, and he's sure as hell not going to be seen carrying around a bundle of flowers to give to a girl.