#like the oh I should go straight to doing school stuff for moving now but like?? no??

[wolfiesmoon]

I can't sleep

Ran x good girl!reader

Do i want a bad boy (literal criminal) bf? Yea but i would probably cry if he insulted me or got into trouble in any capacity at all

(i am totally not unironically vibing to pretty little psycho while writing this)

edit: i made a part 2!!

"I dare you to kiss Haitani Ran." Your friend nudged you.

You knew you shouldn't have agreed to this stupid game of truth or dare. You knew your friend was going to make you do stupid stuff like this.

"Like... the big scary delinquent guy?" You asked, hoping you heard her wrong.

"Yeah, that Haitani Ran." Your friend smirked mischeviously.

"How about I don't do that?" The last thing you'd want to do is get involved wth any delinquents or gangs. You have no idea how dangerous Ran could be and even if he wasn't you'd still refuse to kiss a good for nothing delinquent.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" you followed up, realising just how bad this dare could end up.

"You do know that refusing this dare means that you have to do anything I say for a week, right?" Your friend had a horribly evil look on her face. You don't even want to know the things she would make you do if you refused this stupid dare.

But is kissing Ran any better? Pick your poison, you suppose.

"Fine, I'll do it." You said behind clenched teeth, not at all happy about this outcome. You've never even kissed before, and now you have to kiss freaking Ran Haitani. You might actually die.

Why did you agree? What is wrong with you?

This might just be the worst day of your life.

You ended up being a little unfocused in class, making your teacher worry.

.

"Haitani-san." you call out to him, your voice dying off slightly at the end due to nerves. You're the only ones left in the classroom, with your friend watching from behind the door to make sure you actually do it. He looks back at you and you feel a shiver run through you.

Oh my god, you're actually doing this.

He stops, waiting to see what you want with him. You move closer to him, and his eyes narrow slightly, as if he's getting a good look at you.

"Now, what could the class president herself possibly want with me?" his tone was slightly mocking and you would have showed him you're not to be messed with but honestly you'd probably be the one losing in that scenario.

You inhaled sharply, pulling him down by his braids and planting a kiss straight onto his lips. This feels like a bad shojo plot, the "good girl" falls in love with the "bad boy" and kisses him all of a sudden. Except there's no romance involved here. Just a dare.

Is this how you kiss? Why does it feel so strange? That should be enough, right? You can feel your parents shaking their heads dissaprovingly already.

Ok, now you're just kissing him for way too long. It's time to let go. And you try to, you really do. Since when were his arms wrapped around your waist, anyways? And why isn't he letting you go?!

You can feel your friend's evil stare burning into your back. This is not amusing!

He laughed a little into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer. Oh, so they're both going to enjoy your suffering now, you see how it is.

Still, kissing him isn't half ba-

Ok, you're actually losing it. You need out and fast.

You wriggled out of his grasp, running away as fast as your legs could take you. You heard both Ran and your friend yell something behind you but you honestly don't care.

Why did you ever agree to do this?!

.

That same thought persisted even as you tossed and turned in bed that night.

"Oh god, he's going to send his goons after me and I'm gonna die... And then I won't ever get to become successful..." you muttered to yourself.

"Or maybe he's gonna come and kill me myself after school tommorow... Ugh..." you can't come to school tired, you won't be able to pay attention in class that way. You can't ruin your perfect record by falling asleep in class.

Who cares about the perfect record?! You should be worried for your life!

"And what is that stupid noise, anyways?" you muttered, grumbling and getting up to inspect the source. Another stone hits the window, making you jump slightly. You walk to the window and open it, narrowly avoiding a stone that was thrown your way.

"Sorry!~"

Wait. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.

It's Ran.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get my adress?" you half yelled, not wanting to wake up your parents.

"You shouldn't sweat the little things. Come downstairs." he was smiling calmly, but you still couldn't tell if he was threatening you. Actually, is that his motorcycle parked next to him?

"You should probably put on a jacket too. It's real cold." he added on, and you nervously closed the window, quietly sneaking downstairs and putting on a jacket. Your pyjamas are not the most presentable, but you really don't want to test his patience right now.

You met him outside. What is he going to do to you now?

"Get on." he pointed to his bike, catching you off guard.

"Not without a helmet, riding a motorcycle without one can be really dangerous and you could lose your life." you couldn't help but bring up safety regulations. It's in your nature.

"I told you, don't sweat the details and just sit down." he completely ignored you, pushing you in the direction of the bike. You complied, sitting down on it awkwardly, not sure what to expect. He doesn't seem violent...

He sat down behind you, revving up the engine and just driving off without a care in the world.

"W-Wait!" you were shocked at the speed, grabbing onto him by instinct and missing the way his lips curved up at that.

"Where are you taking me?! I never consented to this!" you had to yell over the sound of the engine, shutting your eyes. He was right, it really is cold when you're riding on a motorcycle.

"And you know what I didn't consent to? That kiss." he replied and your face scrunched up a little, cringing at the not so distant memory. "But that's fine, because that means you're mine now."

"Huh?!" you finally opened your eyes, looking up at him. His expression was a little hard to make out since the only thing illuminating it was street lights that you were speeding past. Is he even following the speed limit?

"I value my sleep, you see. And that little stunt you pulled made me unable to fall asleep. So I figured I might as well give you a little visit." he placed a hand over you protectively, making you worry about your safety even more.

"Who would have thought the top of the class good girl would fall for me?" he looked down at you.

"I did not fall in love with you! It was a dare!" you shot back.

"Oh well, doesn't matter. You're my girl now. And that's that."

[amoressb]

☆ LOWKEY

pairings : childhood bsf!riki x reader ; friends to lovers

synopsis : in which you and riki have been best friends since you guys were in kindergarten. youre both now in your last year of high school and with all that time together, people would think that you guys were bound to end up falling for each other, right? well, that seems to only be the case for riki. hes fallen in love with you after all this time, especially since you guys tend to flirt constantly, but he knows you dont feel the same. right? either way, he doesnt want to risk losing you so he tries to keep his love for you on the lowkey. will it work?

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hes making moves

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putting his phone away, he focused on getting to school. he was only 3 minutes away anyways. he couldnt believe he woke up late even with having his alarm put on. hes heartbroken he couldn’t walk you to school or your first class but he can walk you to the rest so he guesses its fine.

on the way, he started thinking of where hes gonna take you today. “oo i should buy her some flowers, that would be good first hint right??” he thought. either way even if it wasnt a good hint, he was still gonna buy you flowers. maybe moves will happen naturally but theres one thing he wants to make sure he does at the end of their ‘date’. he couldnt stop smiling at the thought.

making his way to class, he spots you through the doors window. you looked so pretty all focused on the teacher and making sure youre taking notes. he started feeling butterflies in his stomach just by looking at you and also remembering hes gotta ask you out.

entering class, he makes his way quietly to his seat next to you. turning over, you spot riki placing his stuff down and getting out things he needed. he turned to you with a smile and you both said hi at the same time which caused you both to start giggling quietly. “i already took notes so ill just give them to you after school okay?” you look over at him only to see him staring at you. “what?” you chuckle confused looking away for a second. “hm? oh nothing um about after school, i was wondering if you wanted to go out?” he rubs his hand on the back of his neck. he seems nervous? “yeah of course!” you smile. “okay perfect ill pick you up at your house then by 4?” he questions. “yeah ill be ready!” you nod.

“btw since we’re gonna go out, ill give you what i was gonna give you when you come pick me up” you grin. “aw cmon why not now” he sulks moving closer. “nope itll stay a little surprise till then” you look away cheekily smiling. he just moved closer to you and continues begging for you to give him the little gift. “riki-“ you were interrupted by the teacher calling out you and his name. “ni-ki y/n, do i need to separate you two..again?” he looks at you two with a straight face already used to you two goofing around with each. “no sir” you both say at the same time and once the teacher turns away you both turn to each other giggling like little kids. just get together already..

coming out if the flower shop, now on his way to your house, riki was getting more and more nervous about how the rest of the day could play out. would you enjoy the day? could something go wrong? he knows he shouldnt worry as he know thats what you always tell him. today will go perfect and hopefully by the end of it he could have given enough hints that he likes love you.

the plan for today was to take you to a little cafe he knows you wanted to go to then maybe an arcade? then end off the night with just a night walk near the lake and look at the city lights then take you home. oh he couldnt wait he was genuinely so excited but still slightly nervous of course.

riki was now standing in front of your door. he took a deep breath and rung your doorbell. putting the flowers in front of his face and once you opened the door you said his name in a confuse yet excited manner, “riki?!” he moved the flowers to the side and his head to the other side and smiled widely. “hi pretty, these are for you m’lady” he hands you the flowers bowing a little and that makes you let out a chuckle at his actions. “aaand these are for you handsome” you said taking out the spiderman keychain you had bought him the other day and hand it to him with a smile. “i bought it the day i hung out with jake and look were matching now!” you bring out your matching keychain attached to you bag. “i love you.” riki let out on accident in a daze. “what.?” you look at him confused genuinely not hearing what he said. “huh oh nothing i said nothing haha..” he quickly realized what he did and tried to play it off which worked. “anyways um lets go yeah?” he points behind him. you nod and he starts leading the way.

after a couple of minutes, you guys finally arrived to the cafe. once there, you both order your drinks and whatever you wanted to eat and went to go sit down. you guys started talking about some things as well as what you think your plans will be for winter break next week. but what you didnt notice was the gaze riki had on you the whole time. honestly you thought he was just really into what you were saying and just letting you talk and he nodded from time to time taking sips from his drinks. in reality riki was hearing you..he was just more focused on you. all around being the ‘you can talk my ear off’ kind if guy as long as he can just hear and look at you the whole time. ever since he started realizing his feeling, its been harder to look away from your beauty. this opportunity right now gave him time to really take it in. you couldnt tell but he was looking at you with nothing but love and adoration.

you guys finished up at the cafe and started making your way to the arcade. it was nice that it was all walking distance, so it gave you more time to really be with each other, as if you guys arent always with each other. at the arcade, you guys had an absolute blast. although for the most part riki won most, if not all the games, but like i said you had fun. what was really cute, was the dedication he had to get you this one specific stuffed animal you wanted. after many tries and lots of quarters, he finally got it and handed it to you. “for my beautiful girl” he handed it to you the same way he handed you the flowers and this made your face heat up a bit. all this name calling was doing something to you but you being oblivious to everything, you brushed it off.

now you guys were just walking around the lake taking in the sights when you feel something grab your hand. you look to your side and see that it was not other than riki. this action that he did made your cheeks heat up even more. thank goodness it was dark outside, so he couldnt catch your face looking like what it was. even though your heart was beating like crazy on the inside, on the outside, you make sure to look calm and collected and continued to take the view. riki on the other hand, couldnt bear to look over to you. worried youre looking at him in a weird way. this was part of his ideas anyway, but actually doing it, he felt his heart jump out of his chest. eventually he turned over to you just to see you calm and looking over the lake. how are you so calm? hes feeling all giddy inside and you? how was he going to do what he was going to do next if this is how hes feeling by just holding your hand?

still hand in hand, making your way home was sad for both of you. you both didnt want the night end. both making their way to your door, riki pulled on your hand gently to make you turn to him. “i had a really fun time with you today and i hope we can do it again soon like this. yk not like I usual hang outs” he states using his other hand to rub the back of his neck. “yeah me too. i loved it. it was very relaxing” you smiled swaying the hand that was holding onto his slightly. “im gonna get going now. msg when you get home okay?” you state. “okay i will” and right there is when riki took his chance and leaned in to give you a simple yet sweet kiss on the cheek. “goodnight pretty” he smiles at you sweetly and begrudgingly lets go of your hand and starts walking away. “goodnight riki” you yell a bit, finally after you stood in shock for a second. your face was so red people would think its because of the cold but no. it was all riki, that..cute..sweet boy named..riki. you smiled softly at the thought.“i just did that omg” riki thought. he honestly couldnt be more proud of himself. he couldnt believe he stayed calm after doing all that because in reality his knees felt weak. he might just drop right then and there. overall he thinks he did pretty good. he went home with the biggest smile on his face. he hopes to be able to do this again.

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[cringevalue]

stuff...

written for @steddiemicrofic's prompt: 'stuff' | wc: 483 | rated: T | tags: pool party, steve harrington's ass, jokes about hypnosis

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He knows this is not what he should be thinking about. What kind of man- What kind of straight twenty year old man goes to their new dude-bro-male-friend’s pool party, intending to throw one of the dwerps into the water before they can change into their swimwear, just to spend the whole time staring at said dude-bro-male-friend’s ass.

Listen, it’s not his fault, okay? Maybe this dude-bro-male-friend shouldn’t have such a perfectly round ass! Has anyone ever thought about that? Surely someone has, because having an ass like that should be a crime. And it’s not gay! No, it’s not gay because an ass like that should belong to a girl, not some jock dude that didn’t technically bully Eddie in high school, but was definitely a not-so-innocent bystander. A guy like that should have a smaller ass, flatter. A guy like that doesn’t deserve such a pretty little feminine-

“What’cha thinkin’ about?” Steve asks, plopping down on the lounger beside Eddie.

Weakly, Eddie answers, “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Oh, you know… Stuff.”

Steve snorts and leans closer to Eddie, lowering his voice as he asks, “Could this stuff have anything to do with what your eyes have been locked on since you got here?”

“Huh? No, I’m not thinking about the kids.”

“No, you’re not.” Eddie can hear the smirk in Steve’s voice. “Did you see Mike and Lucas trying to drown each other ten minutes ago? I don’t think you did, because you haven’t been looking at the kids.”

“What are you…”

“Seriously, man. What is it about my ass that has you so… so hypnotized?”

“What? I’m not-”

“Right, right. You haven’t been staring at my ass and you’re just thinking about stuff. That stuff must be pretty important or- Oh, honey… You’re red as a tomato.”

Eddie can feel the burning sensation in his cheeks and that only makes this worse.

“Hey, why don’t we head inside? I’ll let you take a peak at that stuff without these swimming shorts in the way, yeah?”

It doesn’t take any effort to get Eddie inside and up to Steve’s bedroom, and Eddie is practically drooling when Steve pulls his shorts off.

“Hey, do you think I could actually hypnotize you if I just moved my stuff side to side?” Steve asks, swinging his hips. “You look all tranced out already. What do you want? To touch it?”

Eddie takes that as permission and steps forward, splaying both hands over Steve’s asscheeks. He feels hypnotized right now - he’d probably do anything Steve told him. Fuck, what if Steve tells him to like, bark or something? He’s not going to bark for Steve Harrington.

“You know you can move your hands, right?”

“I want to bite it,” Eddie blurts. He hadn’t even been thinking about biting it. Where did that come from?

Steve just grins. “Go ahead and bite it, then.”

[luvrboydave]

dad's best friend dave pt.2

pairing: dbf!dave x virgin!fem reader

warnings: smut, kinda insecure reader, inexperienced reader, age gap, couch sex, unprotected piv, creampie, maybe breeding kink idk, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), pussy slapping (like once), LOTS of praise, dave teaches her how to give a hj/bj, pet names (sweetheart, baby, darlin'), tiny itty bit of overstim, soft dave but also a little mean dave at the beginning

words: 2.3k

a/n: not proof read and also might be bad cuz im a bit out of practice :3 feeding the dbf!dave girlies even though im not hyperfixated on megadeth rn!!!! enjoy guys, COME GET YOUR FOOD MWAH <3

CLICK HERE FOR PT.1

ever since your little fling with dave, he’s been plaguing your thoughts more than usual…daydreams of his thick fingers inside of you, wet dreams involving him pinning you down and having his way with you. no matter how hard you try to ignore the thoughts and push them away, they always return stronger. sometimes, you wonder if he ever thinks about you as well, if he touches himself to the memory of your tight cunt. 

surely, he notices your lingering stares when he comes over to watch sports with your dad, right? surely, he notices that you’re completely and absolutely in love with him, right…?

it’s like you don’t even exist to him anymore; were you really that bad of a lay? thoughts raced through your head. did you do something wrong? did he not like how your body looked? were you too inexperienced for him? you were startled from your thoughts when a hand laid on your shoulder. looking to your left, you see that familiar head of curly orange hair. 

"oh, hey dave. sorry. i was just lost in thought," you mumble, turning to look up at him. 

dave hums at your words, “no worries, sweetheart. your dad just ran to the store, wanted me to tell you he’d be gone ‘bout an hour or two.”

your eyes follow him as he walks around the couch and sits beside you. “so, what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” he smiles, locking eyes with you. it was as if he could see straight through you. 

“just thinking about…college stuff,” you murmur, eyes breaking away from his and looking down at your clasped hands. 

“school stuff, hm? there’s no reason to lie to me, sweetheart.” he places a hand on your bare knee, and you jump slightly at the touch. 

“i know, sorry. my brain is just all kinds of messy right now.” you sigh.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asks as his thumb rubs comforting circles over your thigh. 

you go silent, trying to decide if you should just ask if you’ve done something wrong. your brain is screaming at you not to do it, and your stomach churns at the thought of him confirming all your insecurities. 

with a burst of courage, you blurt out the question that’s been haunting you, “did i do something wrong?” 

dave’s face scrunches in confusion, “what makes you think you did something wrong, sweetheart?”

“y’know, the last time we were…alone…together. i can tell you’ve been avoiding me since then. i thought maybe i did something wrong or something you didn’t like if you were staying away from me…” you ramble, moving your hands wildly while explaining yourself. 

“shit, sweetheart…m’sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong; you were perfect. i was keeping my distance from you ’cause i thought you’d be disgusted by me.” he laughs, scooting closer to you on the couch and sliding his hand higher up your thigh. 

“i could never be disgusted by you.” you giggle, resisting the urge to press your thighs together at his touch. 

“is that right…” he hums, a smirk forming on his lips. 

all of a sudden, his lips are on yours. you moan in surprise, hands coming to wrap around his neck. the kiss is desperate but sweet at the same time, as if he’s trying to make up for causing you to stress. his hand continues under your skirt, knuckles rubbing over your damp panties. Dave’s other hand cups your face, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

you gasp when he slides your panties to the side and runs a finger through your folds. “shit, sweetheart… so wet for me already.” he groans into the kiss. you buck your hips up into his hand, silently asking for more. 

“mmh-, my baby is so fucking greedy.” dave growls, slipping a finger inside of your cunt. his cock grows hard from the noises you’re making–your soft mewls are music to his ears. dave slips another finger inside of you slowly, stretching you out nicely. once you adjust to the new addition, dave picks up his pace–fingers pistoning in and out of you. 

“fuck, this pussy is so sloppy for me, baby…all for me, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” dave grunts, looking you in the eyes. 

you struggle to give him an answer–the pleasure already too much for you. As you try to speak, the only things that come out are strained moans and half-formed curses. 

“fuckin’ answer me, baby.” dave growls, pulling his fingers out of you and landing a harsh slap on your sensitive cunt. your body jumps at the impact, crying out from the pain. 

“shit- yes! all for you- all for you…” you whine tearfully, hands moving to grip his hair. 

“good girl,” dave praises, rubbing your clit, before slipping his fingers back into your drooling pussy. his pace is brutal, and he doesn’t let up–not even when fat tears start to roll down your cheeks. one of the hands that’s threaded into his hair moves to grip his wrist, trying to slow him down–but he doesn’t relent. 

dave pushes you down to lay on your back with his free hand before snatching both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. He can tell you’re close by the way you squirm underneath him, frantically bucking your hips into his hand. 

“that’s it, sweetheart. let go for me.” dave coos as you come undone. your body shakes, thighs clamping shut around dave’s hand at the intensity of your orgasm. 

your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. dave gives you time to recover, gently rubbing your thigh before leaving to grab you a glass of water. you thank him when he returns to the living room, and you down the glass quickly. 

“wanna help you now,” you mumble shyly, pushing him back against the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, “this is my first time doin’ this…” you admit. 

“fuck…you’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. letting an old man like me take all your firsts,” he groans, “gonna let me be the first one to fuck your pretty little angel cunt too, hm?” 

you nod softly, looking away from him in embarrassment. he chuckles at your shyness before grabbing your hand and placing it over his bulge. 

“here, let me teach ya how it’s done,” he smiles, “first, you gotta take it out, ‘kay?” 

you nod again, pulling the zipper down and helping him slip out of his jeans. you’re a little intimidated, but he reassures you that you can back out anytime. 

you reach into his boxers and wrap your hand around his cock; it’s a bit weird at first, but you eventually get used to the feeling and feel confident enough to pull his boxers down and let his cock spring free. dave praises you sweetly and helps guide you through it. 

“go ahead and spit on it now, sweetheart,” he commands softly, stroking your hair. you do exactly as he says, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it drip from your lips onto the head of his cock. 

“good,” he smiles, “now use your hand to spread it around–use a little pressure, but don’t squeeze too hard.” 

you follow his instructions, stroking up and down and occasionally squeezing lightly. dave groans softly, watching you with lustful eyes. he swears he almost cums when he sees your wide, curious eyes staring up at him. 

“you’re doing amazing for me, baby…use your thumb to rub the tip–and if it feels like it’s getting dry, spit on it some more.”

you let some more spit fall onto his dick, using your thumb to spread it around his tip. hesitantly, you lean down and give the tip a small lick. your cunt clenches at the sound dave makes. testing the waters, you give it another lick before wrapping your lips around the tip. dave has to fight the urge to buck his hips up and bury his cock deep in your warm throat. 

“fuck- didn’t even have to tell you to put it in your mouth,” he groans and threads a hand in your hair, “take your time, sweetheart. you don’t gotta rush.” 

you try to smile at him before taking his cock further into your mouth. you revel in the small grunts and sighs dave makes, thighs clenching at the erotic sounds. as you try to take him deeper, you gag around his cock and quickly pull off to catch your breath. dave hums at your messy face, the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes making his dick twitch. he softly raises his hand to caress your cheek, encouraging you to take him back into your mouth. 

“gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?” dave questions, “i promise i’ll be gentle.”

you hum in agreement around his cock, whining when he threads his hand into your hair. dave slowly thrusts up into your mouth, and your throat constricts around him as he pushes deeper and deeper. his free hand wipes the tears from your eyes, and he coos at you softly. he groans when he bottoms out in your throat. 

“shiiit- you’re doing great, sweetheart. just breathe through your nose, baby–tap my leg a few times if you need me to pull out,” he mumbles, pulling back until just the tip is in your mouth and sliding back in slowly. 

dave slowly increases his pace, spouting praise at you as he does so. When you swirl your tongue around his tip and bring a hand up to massage his balls, he knows he’s about to cum. he quickly pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up from the floor before laying you down on the couch. 

“need to be inside of you, sweetheart. can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy of yours.” dave groans, pulling your shirt over your head and panties down your legs. 

“hot even wearin’ a bra, huh–so fuckin’ desperate for me…you wanted this to happen, didn’t you.” he teases, hands groping at your bare tits. 

you whine, nodding feverishly and bucking your hips up into him. dave chuckles at your impatience. your body twitches when you feel dave spit down onto your already sopping cunt a few times. dave guides his cock to your cunt, slipping between your pussy lips and rocking back and forth. your mouth opens with a silent whine when the head of his cock catches on your clit as he rocks forward. 

“gonna put it in now, sweetheart. try to relax for me, i want this to be as comfortable for you as possible,” dave states, pushing your legs up towards your chest and guiding his cock to your entrance.

you keen at the stretch, wincing slightly as your cunt opens up for him. “that’s it…breathe for me, baby–just relax.” he murmurs sweetly.

dave continues pushing deeper into your tight pussy, groaning as your warm walls flutter around his length. he pauses as he bottoms out, allowing you time to breathe and adjust to his size, all while muttering praise in your ear. 

“think i’m ready for you to move, baby…” you whine, rocking your hips slightly into his. 

dave smiles at you before he pulls out and thrusts back in gently. your eyes roll back into your head as he begins thrusting into you at a steady pace. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. dave swallows the pretty noises you make as he fucks you, revelling in your pleasure. 

“you can move faster-” you moan, breaking the kiss and looking him in the eyes. 

“you sure, sweetheart?” he questions, slowing down his thrusts and waiting for you to confirm. you nod, giving him the go-ahead to speed up.

it’s like a switch flips inside of him–he pushes your legs even closer to your chest and fucks into you quickly. your head falls back onto the couch's armrest, fingers clawing at his shoulders in pleasure. dave’s hips piston in and out of you, your sloppy cunt squelching with each thrust. 

your back arches off of the couch when he snakes his hand down to play with your swollen clit. your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure quickly becoming too much. 

“hnng- think im gonna cum! fuck-” you cry out, voice breaking as tears spill from your eyes.

“Shh, sweetheart. you can let go, c’mon, cum for me like a good girl.” he coos, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit as he picks up his pace. 

Your body shakes as you start to cum, and your vision goes spotty. your arms hold onto dave’s shoulders for dear life as your body convulses. dave continues thrusting in and out of your cunt, overstimulating your poor, sensitive pussy. 

“keep clenchin’ around me, just like that, sweetheart,” he growls, his pace faltering ever so slightly. “fuuuck- gonna fuckin’ ruin this gorgeous angel cunt of yours, baby–fill you up so good you’ll be leakin’ for weeks.” 

dave groans, pushing his hips flush with yours when he cums, pumping you full of his warm, sticky cum. your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop. dave’s head drops into the crook of your neck, and he presses soft kisses to the skin there. you stroke his back as he lays on top of you, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“i think i’m in love with you,” you mutter softly. 

dave’s ears perk up at your words–he lifts his head to look at you, “you really mean that, sweetheart?” 

“of course I do,” you affirm, moving your hands to hold his face and pull him up into a loving kiss. 

“i love you too,” he murmurs into the kiss, “but we might wanna get dressed…i don’t think your dad would appreciate seeing us cuddled up naked on the couch,” he laughs.

[spiderfunkz]

✦ SPEECHLESS.

— summary : peter's very charming, and incredibly straight-forward, but mostly charming.

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : fluff, teasing, just peter being peter.

a/n : my requests are open for peter!! also this is so messy sorry i just needed to post something.

you groan, staring at the papers that your teacher just gave out earlier today. the words on the worksheet seem to be walking around, making it hard for you to read and understand.

you've been partners with peter before, this one being the third time. the second time you were partners was in biology, which was months ago, and the first time was in middle school, it still counts though.

he was always fun to be around. making jokes that come out naturally, he seems like he isn't trying to hard to be funny. he's smart, charming, handsome, pretty even, and being completely honest, he's totally your type.

but you've never tried to talk about that to peter. you didn't want to make things awkward, not when everything seems to be going perfectly fine for you.

"so. should i do the first five numbers? and you do the other five?" you ask. peter didn't reply, he was busy looking for the correct worksheet. did he even hear you?

"you know. just to make things faster and easier." you continue. you've always done that since middle school, it was a method you first suggested to peter so the work was finished faster.

"what, sorry?" he looked up. hands still moving around his backpack, digging for the right worksheet.

"should i do the first five numbers? i can start right now i already have the material." you repeat.

"oh, uh, yeah. i'll do the other five, just give me a minute." he gives you a smile before finally finding the right worksheet.

he mutters something you couldn't make out and started doing his part of the work.

he was oddly quiet this time. he's usually very energetic and talkative to you. but that was months ago, and the other time was in middle school. so you chose to ignore it and continue your work.

"why are you so quiet around me?" or. don't. ignore it. the words just slipped out of your mouth. you do tend to speak before thinking twice, whoops.

"huh?" peter looked up from his paper.

"i dunno. you just seem very, awkward."

"i'm not awkward."

"i mean you're so talkative during class and stuff." you shrugged.

"well. i guess you just make me speechless." peter shrugged, mimicking you, before looking back at his paper and continuing his work.

".. wow." your mouth was wide open. peter was clicking his pen, nervously.

"i'm speechless." you blinked. peter looked up from his paper quickly and replied, "yeah, no. i am so sorry."

"well, at least you had a sense of remorse." you smile, looking down, trying to hide the fact that your blushing.

"just for you." peter winks.

he immediately regrets it. "i'll. stop."

"no keep going." you smile.

"okay. i like you." peter replied, face blank.

you pause. "that's not what i meant by keep going."

"well. what did you want me to say?"

"it was more fun when you just sat there." you say, jokingly.

"well i was silently suffering and debating on whether i should confess to you right now or not. do you like to see me suffer?" peter replies.

"i'm saying you were just as cute when you were sitting silently, looking like a squirrel."

"you think i'm cute?"

"no." your face felt hot, you were 100% blushing.

"but that's what you implied. no?"

"well so what if i think you're cute?"

"nothing. it doesn't affect me." peter awkwardly sniffs.

he was silent for a bit.

you started smiling, "you blush with your nose, peter."

"what! no i don't!" he rubs his nose. you laughed, "rubbing your nose isn't helping, it just makes your nose more red."

"this is so embarrassing for you."

"stop it."

you smile. peter was still blushing. "for the record, i like you too."

peter paused, his hand still on his nose.

"speechless huh?"

"yeah." he smiles.

[jumpstart-if]

Jumpstart is a character-driven slice of life, containing drama and romance. It's mainly inspired by the show 90210 and the movie Mean Girls.

You had multiple sticky notes on your bedroom ceiling, bathroom mirror, and any other surface you were able to get it on.

How to be rich by 21:

1. Survive high school Survive the final year of high school 2. Move out and get a pet (finally!) 3. Become rich and famous (should be easy enough...)

This list has followed you ever since your eleventh birthday when you were suddenly bombarded with the dreaded question:

‘What is your dream job?’

Quite frankly, you didn’t dream of labour. At least not the regular kind. Call it psychic, but you knew you were destined for the easy life, filled with copious amounts of wealth, relaxation, and travels. You were are special.

Seriously, you had everything set out for your 'rags to riches' story:

You weren’t the most popular, but you also weren’t eating lunch alone in the school bathroom. ✔️

You made sure to work a part-time job, starting from the age of thirteen, so it would be easier for future fans to relate to you. ✔️

You were on your way to being crowned ‘Most likely to be famous’, which would have made for the perfect moment on ‘The Late-Night Phil Show’.✔️

Everything was going to plan… until it wasn’t.

Not only did your mother decide to marry some wealthy businessman, but she also packed up all your stuff and moved you hundreds of miles away from your home that screamed ‘humble beginnings’ and into a five bedroom (minimum) mega mansion.

Oh, and public school? Forget about that. From tomorrow on, you’ll be one of those rich private school kids. Goodbye 'rags to riches' background, and hello nepotism allegations.

Though, that’s a problem for future you...

Right now, you’ll have to adapt to school life the way the people at the top of the food chain do it. 

Get ready to ‘survive the final year of high school’ filled with gossip, betrayal, romance, angst, and social drama you could’ve sworn only happened in movies and TV shows.

Jumpstart is rated 18+ as there will be mentions of sexual themes, drugs, alcohol and violence.

Choose your MC's name and gender.

Decide your MC's personality, clothing style, and much more.

Get involved with 1 out of 4 romanceable characters.

Climb to the top of the hierarchy at Maplewood Private School.

Jumpstart your way into the life of stardom and wealth.

Isaiah/India (m/f) 'the high school worldwide heartthrob':

You could’ve sworn you saw them gracing the red carpet in some of the hundreds of magazines stashed in one of your moving boxes. Child of the famous celebrity make-up artist, Naomi Lawton and basketball star, Sean Lawton. Wanted by many, yet only successfully claimed by A. Though, judging by how many people I can be regularly spotted with, it begs the question: Does I care?

Appearance: Sepia skin tone. M! has short coily black hair, mostly styled in cornrows and decorated with some silver hair jewellery. F! has long bleached coily hair, currently styled in waist-length blonde braids.

Alison/Anderson (m/f) 'the school's number one':

Not quite like the ones in movies… they’re somewhat nice? At first, they can be straight-up vicious, ripping apart any and every little detail they can get their hands on, but once you earn their trust, you’ll learn that behaviour is much more of a façade than a true reflection of them.

Appearance: Olive complexion with sprinkles of freckles on their nose and cheeks. M! has short curly ginger hair that loosely hangs over his forehead. F! has shoulder-length ginger curls and bangs.

Tegan (m/f) 'the estranged childhood best friend'

You were eight years old, when their family decided to move someplace else, ripping your, what you thought to be inseparable, bond into two. At the start you tried to keep up, exchanging letters almost every day… then weeks… then months if anything, until complete silence. You’re not sure who stopped sending them first or when even, but one thing’s for certain: you were no longer friends. No, after ten years, you definitely weren’t.

Appearance: Brown skin tone. M! has black buzzed hair. F! has straight, waist-length black hair.

Levi/Leighton (m/f) 'wherever they go, trouble follows aka the school's bad boy/girl':

For someone with a big reputation, there’s next to nothing that can be found on them. And all your pestering questions are met with nothing but warnings, yet you can’t help but grow more curious about them with each passing encounter.

Appearance: Tawny skin tone, though you can’t help but notice the faded scar tainting their otherwise clear left cheek. They have wavy brown hair, reaching down to their shoulders.

Reblogs are more than welcome and thanks for reading!

DEMO TBA

[a-aexotic]

Hiiiii could you do a rafe x reader fluff where topper texts reader saying “rafe likes you too, but you can’t tell him!” but rafe has your phone so he sees the messages and asks you if you like him and I’ll that cute stuff🤭 please and thank uou🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!thornton!reader requested? yes no

warnings. i think honestly nothing but alcohol, swearing, sibling banter, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. you've liked rafe for a little bit now and you never though in a million years that he would ever like you back. until your older brother decides he's had enough.

taglist. @eli-yeah @vigilanteshitposting @midnightsgetawaycar @cilliansangel @voniikg @ninasw0rld @aavenxx

➜ missing out on updates? ❪ navigation. masterlist. taglist. ❫ backwards cap s1 rafe era>>>>>>>>>>>>> 😵

"Topper, no." You put your hand on the bridge of your nose, disappointed and annoyed. Ever since you've told Topper that you liked Rafe, he's been nagging him about asking him out.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Then how else are you going tell him you like him?"

"I'm not telling him until I know for a fact he likes me back, I'm not embarrassing myself." You stated matter-of-factly, making Topper groan and lay back on the couch, his arms crossed.

"You're a pussy, that's why." Topper mumbled making you whip your head towards him, angry.

"Oh shut the hell up, it took you how many months again, before asking Sarah out?-"

"That's different, okay, she had a boyfriend and I'm not a homewrecker." Topper countered making you cross your arms and move your gaze to the TV.

Topper was very persistent on helping you get with Rafe. No matter how many times you've told him that you were just waiting on the right time to tell him, he'd pass it off as you being a coward. It was getting pretty exhausting, Topper's nagginess was really starting to annoy you.

You and Rafe were friends, that's all it was at the moment. He's never shown interest in you and it would be really awkward if you told him you liked him, then he rejected you. You would never be able to face him again.

-

Rafe and Topper were at the Club, getting lunch before Topper was supposed to go shopping with his mom for your birthday present. They were sitting at their usual table, ordering drinks. You were turning the big 1-8 this week and Rafe wanted to get you something special.

He'd usually get you some jewelry or a gift card but that didn't feel right. "What should I get her?"

Topper rolled his eyes, this was the fifth time he'd asked today. He took a drink of his cocktail before quickly answering: "I don't know, you should ask her."

"Dude." Rafe scoffed, "that wouldn't be special if I just asked her. It has to be a surprise."

"Why do you care so much?"

That question had caught Rafe off guard. Why did he care so much? He wasn't obligated to get you a present, especially a special one.

Topper knew instantly why he cared. A smirk rose from his lips as he sighed contently. "You like her."

"What? No, I don't." Rafe countered as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Did he? Topper stared blankly at Rafe. "I mean, she's nice. And cute. But she's your sister so that would be really weird. But I mean you are dating Sarah... Not that I would want to date Y/N, but-"

"You like her. You like Y/N."

Rafe was quiet for a second as Topper smirked, taking a sip of his drink happily. Did Rafe like Y/N?

She did make him feel all giddy and nervous at times, but he'd known her his entire life essentially. He remembers having a tiny crush on her in middle school and he wanted to her ask to Homecoming Sophomore year but those times were different. They were both basically adults now.

Rafe was just confused. He didn't know why Topper had to blurt that out right now but now Rafe couldn't even think straight.

He was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard Topper's phone ring. "I gotta go, my mom's here. Don't forget, you're hanging out at our house until I get back."

Oh shit. He forgot he said he was going to stay at the Thornton's until he came back from the mall. His face flushed as he looked at his phone, trying to play nonchalant. "Okay, uh. Tell me what you get her."

"I will." Topper had a big smirk on his face once he left Rafe alone with his thoughts. Did he like Y/N? Again?

-

You and Rafe were in the kitchen, making some lunch. At first, it had been awkward because of Rafe's discovery but it slowly faded because it was one-sided. Rafe had never felt uncomfortable in your presence, you always had a comforting aura.

You and Rafe were joking around and laughing, per usual. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see you two together, close and joking around. Even though he was technically Topper's best friend, that didn't stop you two from becoming closer.

As Rafe watched you laugh, he felt the familiar butterfly feeling invade his stomach. He hadn't felt that way about anyone in a while so it was a foreign feeling, he tried to push it down and just enjoy the time with you.

You put down the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes and sighed. "I'll be right back, I gotta go use the bathroom."

Rafe nodded. "Of course, I'll be here."

You smiled back at him as you hurried up the stairs to the bathroom. Rafe was finishing up his sandwich before he heard a phone ting loudly next to him. He turned around to see your phone and he read it subconsciously. His face went read as he processed it.

top 😎 Rafe likes you, too. It's confirmed now, don't tell him. What are you waiting for now?? 🤨😜

His jaw was practically on the floor. You like him? And Topper hadn't told him? He felt betrayed but suddenly he realized that you liked him. He felt a flash of emotions. Was this a good thing?

Rafe didn't have time to process this information because you finished up in the bathroom pretty quickly. You jogged down the stairs, a smile on your face. You froze once you realized Rafe was zoned out.

"Rafe, you okay?" You questioned as you walked back to your spot next to him, putting the lid back on the peanut butter jar. He quickly zoned back in as he heard your voice.

"Yeah! Yes, of course, I just got uh, bored." Rafe says swiftly, smiling at you as you looked back at him, a suspicious look taking over your face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Uh, huh." Rafe put his stuff away as you watched him, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. You decided it was best to just leave it be, Rafe was nothing if not stubborn.

You got your sandwiches and strolled back to your way on the couch, Rafe taking the seat next to you. Rafe took the remote and resumed the TV show you two were watching, an unsettling awkwardness between you two.

You were trying to figure what was wrong while Rafe was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. He'd dreamed of this day for years; the day Y/N liked him back. But of course Topper had to ruin it and tell him. It wasn't exactly his fault because he didn't know Rafe was going to read the text, but with Rafe's absurd luck, he did. And of course Topper's big mouth would go and text Y/N the moment he'd realized Rafe liked you back.

You remembered you needed to respond to your friend's text so you pulled out your phone, and there was Topper's message. Your face went white as you registered why Rafe was acting so weird; he probably had read the text by accident.

That was why Rafe was acting so weird. You wanted cry of embarrassment until you had registered exactly what the text said. Rafe likes you too. He liked you, too?

Rafe likes you back? You furrowed your eyebrows again, was Topper playing some kind of sick prank? You checked the date and no, it wasn't April 1st. Topper wasn't the type to play a prank, so why exactly was Rafe acting weird? If he did truly like you, then why is being weird and distant instead of happy? And then you realized it was Rafe - of course he was going to act weird and distant.

"Hey, Rafe?" You whispered and Rafe turned his attention on you instead of the screen in front of him. "Did you uh, read my text on accident?"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Uh, why?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Why do you think?"

Rafe turned his gaze away from you, bashfully.

"Was it.. Is the text true?"

It took him a couple seconds before responding with a nod. He could try and deny it but where would that take them? Nowhere. It was already out in the open, he might as well address it.

You felt yourself heat up at the confirmation. Rafe liked you - but now all you could hear was Topper's annoying voice comment on how much of a pussy you are. You kept looking at the boy and you wanted to say something but you were nervous.

Rafe looked up at you for the first time for what seemed like hours and as he looked into your wide gaze, he felt himself melt. He couldn't help but smile at your shocked expression but you felt your shock fade into admiration, a smile crawling on your lips, mirroring Rafe's.

Rafe was never good at expressing what he was feeling but he wanted to. He wanted to say something he just... couldn't. So he did the one thing he knew he was good at.

He slowly lifted his hand from his lap and moved it slowly to yours, clasping it in his. You happily accepted it as you both stared into each other's eyes, a mutual nervousness shared between the two.

"Y/N." Rafe let out, breathlessly. "I do like you, seriously. I have liked you for years."

"Years?" You almost laughed but held it in, Rafe rolling his eyes at your tone. "I've liked you for a couple months."

"Wow."

"Well -- I mean, I've always thought you were cute, so." You mumbled as Rafe's lips turned upward again. His ego definitely boosted at that compliment.

"Even with the side part?"

You laughed at the mention of the iconic side part. "Yes, Rafe, even the side part."

"I've always thought you were cute. But the bangs were a no-no for me, I had to question my type for a sec there-"

"Shut up I was like, 12."

You guys both laughed until it died down for a little. Rafe squeezed your hand and then you remembered you were still holding it. You looked down and Rafe swiftly moved his other hand to your face. You both bored into one another's eyes and it felt like time itself had stopped. As Rafe pulled in, you closed your eyes.

Before his lips could land on yours, you heard the front door open. You whipped your head to the door, watching Topper come in, carrying a bunch of bags, your mother following close behind.

"God, I texted you guys like 5 times, I needed help!"

"How much stuff did you guys get?" Rafe's eyes widened at the multiple bags the two were carrying. He got up from the couch and quickly helped your mother, carrying all the bags she was.

"Thank you, Rafe." She smiled as Topper glared at Rafe. "Can you boys go put the bags upstairs for me? They're all for Ms. Y/N's birthday."

Topper scoffed, "Can you guess who's mom's favorite?"

"I think Y/N's everyone's favorite but-"

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe smiled at you and you felt yourself heat up at the comment. They walked but the stairs as you sat at the couch, in awe of what just happened. Rafe held your hand and was about kiss you? Your birthday week couldn't have gone any better. That's the best present anyone could give.

[lesbicosmos-writes]

very late but here's my prompt fill for @paynelandpromptfest day 3!

i've been so busy with school and other stuff i couldn't get this finished on time but oh well it's here now!! i'm also working on one for the day 6 prompt so that should be up soon <3

prompt: mistletoe

summary: charles keeps putting mistletoe up around the office as an excuse to kiss edwin, crystal is a little shit (affectionate) and decides to pull a prank about it

notes: this was very crystal-centred for a payneland fic but idfc i love my girl

also on ao3!

it's tradition, crystal!

Crystal couldn’t take them much longer. Well, she could, and would, but that didn’t mean she’d enjoy it.

“Really, Charles?” she sighed after walking into the office with a cup of hot chocolate to find Charles hanging yet another sprig of mistletoe up, slotting the ribbon tying it together under one of the slats in the ceiling above Edwin’s chair.

“What?” Charles asked innocently.

“This whole room is practically a mistletoe forest!”

“It’s décor, Crystal!”

“Décor that also just so happens to be an excuse for you to kiss your boyfriend every ten seconds while we’re on case research!”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, it’s just pretty,” Charles argued, his mouth curling up into a smirk.

“You’re unbelievable. When I told you you two are like a dead married couple on acid, I didn’t think it could get worse.”

Charles grinned, giggling a little.

She loved them, really. Of course she did. And she was always the first person to step to their defense if a client with outdated views – or one who was just a bit of a dick – said anything about them. Only she was allowed to bully her best friends like that.

At that moment, Niko and Edwin walked into the office, both laughing about something.

“Successful trip?” Charles asked, having just jumped down from Edwin’s chair and leaned back against the desk.

“Yes, I believe it was. Maggie’s antique shop is always a delight,” Edwin said, his brown overcoat disappearing into thin air.

“And I dragged him to HMV,” Niko smiled, as she placed her tote bag down, then took her own coat off and hung it on the stand next to the front door.

“She did.”

“Aces.”

Edwin strode across the room and took his usual seat behind the desk, placing the knickknacks he bought in the bottom drawer.

“Hey, mate,” Charles said as he looked back up.

“Yes?”

Charles pointed to the ceiling above Edwin, smirking.

“Oh. That’s interesting. Well then, I think we both know what we have to do now.”

“Oh yeah?” Charles teased, leaning closer.

Edwin pulled him in by his braces and crashed their lips together.

Niko giggled. Crystal faked gagging.

“I thought you said you wanted to get straight back into researching the Graveyard Goblin case when you and Niko got back?” Crystal asked, her arms folded.

“Of course. But there’s always time for mistletoe,” Edwin replied, finally moving away from Charles’s lips.

“It’s tradition!” Charles grinned.

“It is tradition, Crystal,” Edwin agreed.

Crystal scoffed in amusement. It was almost funny seeing Edwin like this. He was usually so annoyed at distractions to their cases, but since it got colder and the festive decorations went up, he was much more relaxed – and much more lenient about taking breaks to indulge in his boyfriend. Charles had told Crystal that Edwin had always adored Christmas, so maybe that was it. She had to admit, it was difficult to get too annoyed about anything when there were brightly coloured lights strung around the room, and a little snowman plush smiling at them from one of the bookshelves.

That didn’t mean she was going to let them off that easily, though.

Over the last few months, Crystal had gained much more control and understanding of her newly realised psychic abilities. Edwin had been helping her delve into her subconscious, exploring the extent of her powers – and through their little sessions, he had also taught her some magic.

He had only taught her a few novelty spells, just to get her started, but one of them had been perfect for the situation at hand. Perhaps if Edwin didn’t want to be pranked, he shouldn’t have told Crystal how to cast such prank-worthy magic.

She had to do a little extra reading herself to figure out how to adapt the spell to this specific circumstance, but that wasn’t too difficult, and within a week her plan was set – and she had a sprig of enchanted mistletoe.

“You coming, Crys?” Charles called from the top of the staircase of the office building.

“I just totally fucked up my makeup!” Crystal lied, shouting back from the bathroom. “You guys go on without me, I’ll meet you at the café!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, you three go!”

“’Kay, we’ll see you there!”

Crystal smiled to herself in the mirror. It felt good to be enacting a harmless prank for once. From what she’d learned from the memories David had stolen from her, most of the tricks she pulled had ended in at least one person getting hurt in the process. It made her so angry, and guilty. How could she have done that? How was the person who did all those terrible things her?

She shook the thoughts away. No. She wasn’t that girl anymore.

When she was sure Charles Edwin and Niko would be halfway down the street by now, she made her way down the stairs and hung up the mistletoe in the main doorway to the building.

Now to wait. And have a nice day out without stressing about cases.

It was a nice day out. Crystal caught up with the others at a small café, which was hidden in one of the more supernatural parts of central London and run by shapeshifters.

The four of them had found a booth, Niko and Crystal sitting opposite Edwin and Charles. Crystal could tell the boys were holding hands underneath the table and found herself smiling at them. She really was glad they finally got their shit together – it was a little easier to deal with the old-married-couple-ness when they were actually both aware of their feelings. Aside from holding hands in public more often and disappearing occasionally while out on jobs to make out in an alleyway though, not much had really changed between them. They were still two best friends above everything else – just best friends who happened to kiss annoyingly often, and put mistletoe around every inch of the office as an excuse to do so.

After they’d all had hot chocolates at the café – including Charles and Edwin, since this café had recently come up with recipes that ghosts could enjoy too, leading to a huge surge in business – the four of them ventured to Leicester Square to look around the Christmas market. Crystal and Niko got hot dogs for lunch while Charles and Edwin were over by the huge Christmas tree, eating…each other’s faces, it would seem. A female ghost was watching them in a mix of awe and mild scandal – based on her outfit, the girls guessed she died somewhere in the 1950s. Crystal chuckled.

Soon, it was getting late, so the group headed back to the office. Crystal had told Niko about her plan while Charles and Edwin were off on one of their little dates in the afternoon, so the two of them hung back behind the boys to get the best view of the action.

“Well would you look at this?” Charles said as they approached the entrance to the building, spotting the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.

“Charles,” Edwin said fondly, “when did you have time to put that there?”

“This one wasn’t me!”

“Mhm,” Edwin hummed, unconvinced.

“I’m serious! It wasn’t! It must’ve been Ethel!”

Ethel was a psychic who lived in the space directly below the office and ran a spiritual shop, doing tarot readings for local ghosts. Crystal wouldn’t have put it past her to pull something like this, which is why she decided to hang the mistletoe there in the first place: the boys wouldn’t question it.

“Well, you know what we’ve gotta do.”

“Actually, Charles, I do not believe I do know,” Edwin teased.

“Come here.”

Charles held Edwin’s cheek in one hand, gently pulling him in to softly brush their lips together.

It would have been a really sweet moment…if the mistletoe didn’t open itself up the second their lips connected, raining a strange substance over their head that covered both of them in glittery spectral goo.

Crystal immediately burst out laughing, watching as the boys slowly moved away from each other, wiped the bright purple ooze from their faces and turned to face her.

“You should see your faces!” she laughed, and Niko joined in, giggling at the sight before them. “God, I wish you two would show up on camera, this would be priceless!”

“Very funny, Crystal,” Edwin said, clearly intending to be sarcastic but the slight amusement was not completely hidden in his voice.

“This is hilarious,” Crystal confirmed.

“It is pretty funny,” Charles giggled, turning to face Edwin, his eyebrows creasing in amusement.

How could Edwin not find it funny when Charles was looking at him like that, his face covered in whatever the bright purple substance was that Crystal had cursed the plant with? He was soon smiling, too, reaching up to wipe some of it away from Charles’s cheek.

“This is payback for the number of times I’ve had to witness you two being all lovey-dovey the last few weeks,” Crystal grinned, gesturing between them with her hands.

The four of them laughed, and didn’t stop until they’d climbed all four staircases and got inside the office.

“This was a very good prank, Crystal,” Edwin said.

“Thank you,” Crystal replied proudly.

“But…” Edwin continued, a smile growing on his face that made Crystal a little scared. “If you thought this would stop us being – how did you put it – all lovey-dovey, you are sorely mistaken.”

With that, Edwin strode across the office, grabbed Charles by the face and kissed him soundly despite both of them still being covered head to shoulders in gunk.

“Seriously guys? Come on!” Crystal groaned.

She’d come to accept by now that there was no escaping them. Even with enchanted purple goo.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

FOUND YOU IN A WORLD OF CHAOS: CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Eric (AQPDO) x Mary (OFC)

Summary: Eric met Mary on the ferry that was taking them away from New York. What would the future holds when you are living the end of the world?

Warnings: Language and sex. Did you really thought Eric and Mary were not going to have sex? Come on!

A/N: English is not my first language so any mistakes are my own.

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Word count: 1996

GIF'S NOT MINE, YOU CAN FIND THE CREDITS UNDER IT.

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It’s been a week since Eric and Mary began to sleep together in order to keep the nightmares at bay. They laid together, talked about their day and then cuddled to sleep. The light was beaming across the room. Mary moved in her sleep when she felt something poking against her ass. Eric hold her in place and groaned when she moved again. Mary blushed when she realized it was Eric’s hard on against her body, she felt him grind slightly on her sending a pool of arousal between her legs.

“Eric.” She whispered, “Baby?” Eric hummed, “Ammm good morning.” Eric stirred awake and turned on his back.

“Good morning.” He answered still sleepy. His hand traveled south and that’s when he felt it. He opened his eyes and saw Mary staring at him. He immediately turned to hide his very prominent erection from her. “Sorry.”

“Should I…” Mary was completely blushed, “leave you alone?”

“No, no.”

“Should I help?” She asked shyly.

“What? No…I…” He was red now, “I’ll go to the bathroom.” He stood with his hands covering his crotch and ran out of the room.

When Mary left the room, Lucy was sitting at the table with 3 plates ready for them to eat.

“Good morning.” Lucy said giggling her brows.

“Shut up.”

“Did he treat you right?” She whispered.

“Nothing has happened. We just cuddled.” Mary whispered back.

“But with his dick inside, right?”

Mary slapped Lucy’s arm and they turned to see Eric getting out of the bathroom. Mary didn’t mean to stare but her eyes went straight to his pants, the erection was gone.

“His eyes are up there.” Lucy said as she drink water from a cup. Mary just blinked and turned her sight upwards. Eric sat down and the three of them had breakfast in silence but of course Eric kept stealing glances towards Mary.

The rest of the day was boring. Henri didn’t let Mary do much due to her injury because he wanted to make sure she was completely healed before she could do hard work around the island.

Mary was sitting on her bed folding their clothes after she had washed them on the river stream that wondered trough the island. She took the yellow sweater in her hands and felt the soft material on her palms.

“That’s my friend’s. She gave it to me before we went to the boats.” Eric voice startled her.

“It’s nice.” She smiled and put it aside. “I washed your tie too.”

“Thank you.” Eric smiled lovingly to her. “So, I was wondering if you are free tonight.”

“Tonight?” Eric nodded, “Yeez, I don’t know. I’ve been extremely busy lately. With school and stuff.” She was mocking him, “I have this teacher, Lucy. Argh! Such a bitch!” Eric laughed, “Let me check on my agenda.”

“Well, if you are free… would you like to go out with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Definitely a date.”

“Oh well look at that,” She opened her imaginary agenda, “I’m free.”

“Perfect!” Eric smiled and nodded his head, “I should go; I have a paper to send. Professor Hawkins is just a pain in my ass.” He turned and left the room. Mary was smiling like a school girl when she felt Eric lips on her cheeks. “See you at 9, after everyone goes to bed.” And he ran out of the room.

She was lost in thought when Lucy knocked on the door. “I don’t appreciate you calling me a bitch.”

“I was just teasing. I appreciate you are teaching me everything you know.”

”What are you planning to wear?” Mary shrugged and pulled her t-shirt. “I’m not gonna let you go on a date wearing that!” She took Mary’s hand, “Come on. We need help.”

Lucy had made a lot of friends among the other women on the island. Soon she found a dress Mary could borrow, a lilac midi dress with short sleeves; and some other girl still had a red lipstick in her bag. They used the later to give Mary some color in her cheeks and lips.

Eric had send a note to Mary saying she shouldn’t have dinner with the rest, so when everyone left to the dining cabin, she stayed behind.

Mary didn’t know why she was nervous. It’s not like they hadn’t kissed before and they had been sleeping together every night. Although the date part was new. She had no idea what to except from Eric in this situation. A knock on the front door made her get out of her room. Eric was standing on the other side holding a bouquet of wild flowers she guessed he had found around the island.

“Hi!” Eric said looking her up and down, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She gave a little twirl, “I had help.” She noticed he was wearing a pair of worn out jeans and the button up he had when they arrived to the island. “You look very handsome.”

“These are for you.” He handed her the flowers.

“Thank you.” She turned, “I’ll just put them on the table. I don’t have a vase.”

“Ready to go?” He offered her his arm and she hook hers.

“Lead the way kind sir.”

Eric and Mary walked all the way to the back entrance of the dining cabin.

“I know we are not supposed to be here.” Mary said. “You know the rule.”

Henri had made very clear that everyone in the island should eat together at all meals, this is order to avoid disorganization in the distribution of the food.

“Technically I haven’t eaten and neither have you.” Eric took her hand and went inside.

Once they walked into the kitchen Eric turned the lights on. One of the tables where they usually cooked was decorated with some flowers, candles and two plates waiting to be filled with food.

“My lady.” Eric moved a chair for Mary to sit.

“Thank you.” She sat, “What are we having?”

“I made pasta with dried tomatoes.” He took the plates, “I hope you like it.”

“You made it?” Eric nodded all proud to himself, “If Henri founds out…”

“He will not found out. Relax.”

Meanwhile Henri was watching the whole scene from outside.

“Hey!” Lucy whispered yell at him, “What are you doing?”

“Me? What are you doing?” Henri replied.

“I was going to check on them.”

“Yeah, well me too.”

They stood in front of the window, the two lovebirds were eating and laughing.

“Please tell me you gave him permission to be in the kitchen at this hour?”

“Of course I did. He told me he wanted to do something nice for Mary, I couldn’t say no.”

When they turned to keep watching them, they saw how they kissed.

“Awww.” Lucy said, “Young love.”

“He is so right for her.”

“Can I stay in your cabin tonight?”

“What? Why?”

“Those two are going to pound against the wall, and I don’t want to hear them.”

Henri laughed, “Sure, Let’s go.”

After dinner they went back to their cabin to rest.

“I had fun.” Mary said. “You are a great cook.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Eric stood in front of her in the porch of their cabin.

“Do you wanna come in?”

Eric didn’t answer, he took her hand and as soon as they were inside, he kissed her with hunger. Mary hadn’t feel this need in his kisses before, this was a new Eric and she loved him.

She moaned against his lips while they walked backwards towards their room. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt working on them fast. Eric lips moved to her neck and shoulder; and his hands took the hem of her dress and pulled it off of her head.

The back of Mary’s knees hit the mattress and Eric took her by the waist to help her laid smoothly. The dress and shirt were a pile of clothes on the floor now, and Mary laid with just her panties waiting for him to make a move.

“You look ravishing.” He said in a gravy voice. He laid on top of her kissing her softly, his kisses traveled moved to her cheek and down to her neck, her shoulder and finally her breasts. His lips enveloped her nipple and his tongue caressed her bud. The hollowed moans that came from her mouth send all the blood to his crotch. He trailed a path of kisses along her stomach until he reached for her womanhood. He kissed the top of her mound through the panties.

“Please.” Mary said.

Eric hook his fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs. He glistening folds shone in the moonlight. He took her legs and put them on his shoulders.

“You are gorgeous.” Eric caressed her folds with the tip of his fingers, “Such a good girl.” Eric saw her pussy clench around nothing when he praised her. He leaned in and his tongue got lost between her folds.

“Fuck, Eric!” She felt the tip of her tongue toying with her clit, “God.” Her hand took a handful of his curls, “Please, don’t stop.”  His tongue lapped at her entrance while his finger kept rubbing her clit in circles, he could burst right and then just by listening her to moan his name. “Eric.” Mary began to move her hips rubbing her pussy on his face, “Oh god! Oh my…. I….” A loud moan came out of her and she put her hand on her mouth to stop her from being louder than she already was.

Her thighs were clenched around Eric head, who slightly tap them making Mary open her legs. He crawled to be eye level with her; she could see her arousal on his face.

“I nearly come in pants.” He said playfully. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, please!”  Eric opened his pants and removed them along with his boxers. He was thick and his tip was pink.  Mary moved to be between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.” She said all smiley.

“If you do that I’m gonna come in a second.” He took his member and pumped it a few times, “Lay down.”

Mary let herself down on the pillow and welcomed Eric between her legs. He took his member and rubbed the tip along her slit to gather her juices and when he was done teasing her, he slip into her.

“Fuck.” Eric cursed when he felt her warm walls around his dick, “You feel so fucking good.”

Eric began to move inside her, the slow pace was killing her but he knew that if he moved faster he will come. His pace increased once he felt her walls squeezing around his shaft and soon after his movements became erratic. His moans against her hear were sending her over the edge.

“I love you.” Mary said as he trusted in her, “I love you so much.” She moaned.

Eric’s cock twitched at her words; he slid out of her and stroke himself until he came in her stomach. Ropes of white liquid painted her skin and then he collapsed next to her. Mary turned on her side, got closer and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too.” Eric said through soft sighs trying to catch his breath. He leaned in and kissed her. “That was fast… It’s been a while since I was with a girl.”

“You don’t have to explain.” Mary said, “No one had ever gone down on me before. That tongue, just wow!” Eric smiled, “It might be the accent.”

 Eric fully laughed this time. “You are so silly,” He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, “And I’m so in love with you.” He took a deep breath, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.” Mary’s hand took his semi hard cock and stroke it a few times, Eric groaned, “Ok, maybe just five minutes.”

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Can you please do anal with Klaus and Y/n

Or something like that

Maybe klaus fucks her with a vibrator up her ass

Of course if you’re uncomfortable I understand, after reading the highschool klaus I thought you might be someone who would write it

Modern!Highschool Klaus M. Pt.4

Warning: Smut! Anal sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, and tooth rotting levels of Dd/Lg sweetness from Daddy!Klaus

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‘Okay, let’s go mail them!’ Y/n grinned, hopping up and down excitedly, somehow she was more excited about me going to Art school than I was.

‘I still don’t like that you paid for this, I-‘

‘You need to let it go Daddy, I’ve already paid for your applications and it’s only to 3 schools. All of which you’re going to get in so it’ll be worth it!’

We’ve been together for a week now and in the last week Y/n has insisted I apply to art schools that I’m never going to get into. I know that she wants me to pursue my dream but I don’t know if I can take the rejection. All of the schools I would consider going to are extremely prestigious and competitive, they also only accept 150 kids every year but she insists that I try. I agreed to 3 of the applications of which she has helped me with the past few days, my top school however I refused to even apply. The price for the application was 150 dollars and Y/n had paid for the 3 I was sending already which cost 120. I hate her spending money on me, I should be spoiling her, that’s my job as her boyfriend, then again her parents gave her money instead of caring for her so she really didn’t need me to.

‘I love how optimistic you are for me Babygirl.’ I loved that she believed in me so much, though I hated how much she doubted herself. She had gone on and on to me about how dumb she is and I assumed she was failing out of school when she has a 3.8 GPA, however I convinced her to apply to schools in the same areas as the ones I am, with any luck we will get to at least be close if not get an apartment together.

‘I’m not optimistic, I’m realistic! You’re fucking talented Daddy, they would be stupid as fuck not to pick you!’ God I love this girl.

After mailing the applications for the both of us we ended up back at my house where Y/n had been staying with me for 4 days straight now.

‘You realize it’s going to be your fourth night staying here in a row, right?’ I questioned and she looked up at me from where she had sat on my bed, pulling out her math book.

‘Yeah…?’

‘Don’t you think we should talk about that?’ I changed into a pair of sweats and removed my shirt, getting comfortable to not do anything for the rest of the night since it was Friday and we could lounge around the entire weekend.

‘Oh…um, okay. I mean, I can go. I didn’t realize that you-‘

‘What? No! Y/n, no! I mean we should talk about you bringing stuff here if you’re going to be staying from now on. I can move some stuff and you can have a couple of drawers, you can bring your shampoo and shit so you don’t keep going home to shower. The shower thing is becoming very inconvenient as I would very much like to take a shower with my girlfriend, we are doing that tomorrow whether you like it or not.’ I teased, pushing her back onto the bed and lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I crawled over top of her.

‘Is that right?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Her eyebrows went up before I leaned into her neck, sucking a dark red mark onto her skin.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to get used to the idea then, won’t I?’ I grunted an affirmation while continuing to kiss her neck, trailing my hands up under her shirt. ‘We can go and I’ll pack a bag tomorrow if you’re okay with it. My parents won’t care, probably won’t even notice if I’m perfectly honest.’ She said it as if it was normal and she didn’t care but I knew deep down it bothered her a lot that her parents didn’t give a shit about her. ‘My god you’re a fucking horn dog!’ She teased, feeling my hard cock pressing against her pussy.

‘Yes, we know this. I’m a 17 year old boy, it’s common sense to assume that…I love you.’ I had previously told her that I love her in passing, teasingly but also serious however she looked at me shocked as she could feel how deeply I meant it.

‘Nik-‘

‘I love you. I’m sorry you don’t have enough people telling you that because you deserve it and it’s their loss that they don’t get to know what an amazing, generous and wonderful girl you are but I love you Y/n.’ She nodded slowly as if taking it in before a huge smile overtook her face.

‘I love you too Nik. I love you so much.’ She pulled me down to press her lips to mine hard. ‘You know what else?’ She asked against my lips and I pulled back to look at her.

‘What?’

‘I trust you.’ I felt honored by that, I know she has a hard time trusting people so to know she trusts me is a wonderful feeling.

‘I trust you too, and I would never hurt you. You’re my Princess.’ I trailed my lips down her neck, continuing to suck marks there knowing how much she loves and hates it, constantly having to cover them with makeup.

‘Maybe we try something new tonight?’

‘Mmm, like what?’ We’d only been together a week but we’d proved to be a very horny and adventurous couple. I couldn’t imagine what she meant by that.

‘Like maybe another hole?’ She whispered as I continued sucking on her skin until my brain caught up to her words and I pulled back, looking down at her in shock.

‘Really? You-you want to-I would need to stretch you out first.’ She shook her head, taking my hand and bringing it down to her pussy, my fingers grazing something against her asshole and I quickly realized something was already stretching her little hole out for me. ‘Fuck!’ I practically ripped her shorts and panties from her body to see the green jewel on the end of the butt plug that she knew was my favorite color. ‘You’re so fucking perfect, you know that? Are…are you sure?’ She nodded, grinning excitedly and I didn’t need to ask again, pulling my sweats and boxers down before moving to grab the lube I had in my drawer. I placed the bottle beside me before leaning down, ready to shove my face into her cunt when she pulled on my hair.

‘If you want to do that later, fine, but I have had a butt plug in my ass for almost 2 hours, and I’m already dripping. If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to God, someone is going to!’ Her tone was playful but I could tell how serious she really was and I growled, pulling the green jewel from her ass and hearing her whimper as it popped free.

‘Fuck!’ I cursed, seeing her hole open slightly and quickly squirting the bottle on my fingers, pushing them into her and feeling how tight she still was before practically filling my hand with it and lathering my cock in the slick substance. ‘You tell me to stop and I will, okay?’ She nodded firmly, determination covering her face as I lined my cock up with her hole and began pushing in, hissing at the tight squeeze. I had thought her pussy would kill me when I fucked her the first time, and now as I pushed all the way into her hole I’m thinking I may be reincarnated during this she’s so damn tight. ‘GodDammit! How many times have you done this?! Fuck you’re tight!’

‘Never…’ she whimpered and I froze, looking down at her in shock. I had just assumed, clearly incorrectly, that she had tried everything with James…and here I am in her ass for the first time.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that-‘

‘Don’t make it a big deal, I never trusted him…I love you Nik.’

I just stared at her for a moment in shock. It was one of the very few times she didn’t call me “Daddy” while I’m inside of her and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. ‘Y/n, I…my God Princess, I love you so fucking much!’ I leaned down to press my lips to hers and as I did we both cried out at the pressure.

‘I wish it had always been you, wish I could have given you my virginity-‘ I covered her mouth with my hand, resting my forehead onto hers as I took a deep breath.

‘You’ve given me everything that means anything Y/n, virginity is a fake construct created by men to shame women. You’ve given me your love and trust, your body is just a plus…a fantastic plus that I’m deeply in love with-‘ she smacked my ass as I teased her and made her giggle which only made me grunt as she squeezed my cock when she laughed. ‘Okay. Breathe.’ She nodded as I leaned on my arms and pulled back out of her, pushing back in again and not being able to stop the smile as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’ I pushed back in 2 more times before speeding my pace up a bit as she began to start moving as well, relaxing under me as she grew used to the new feeling and wrapped her arms around my neck.

‘Yes Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Ahh!’ I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I was determined to make her cum before I did, also knowing we would definitely be doing this again.

‘Are you gonna cum for Daddy, Princess? You gonna cum from Daddy fucking this tight little hole?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Yeah? Daddy’s fucking your tiny babyhole right now, I know that makes you want to cum! You need it!’ My hands gripped her thighs and lifted her legs up, pushing them onto my shoulders and she wailed! I shoved into her once more before her back arched and she squirt all over my lower body and the blanket which was the single sexiest thing I believe I had ever fucking seen and not a second later I was cumming right along side her, filling her asshole as full as I possibly could, crashing our lips together as we came.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in that position, unable to move until I felt her shiver against me. Being covered in cum in a basement with the air conditioner on is a bad combination, however I keep it on almost always as Y/n likes to sleep in the cold and be able to snuggle into my warm body under heavy, fuzzy blankets. It makes me feel like I’m in the arctic sometimes but I like how happy she is when we cuddle under 6 Sherpa blankets with a heavy comforter on top.

‘Hold on gorgeous, hold on.’ I pulled myself out of her gently and moved to the bathroom, washing my cock off from the pint of lube and cum before getting a wet cloth. I grabbed 2 pairs of my boxers and 2 shirts before quickly cleaning her off as well.

‘Don’t feel gorgeous, feel sticky.’ She mumbled, grimacing as I wiped her thighs, before sighing.

‘Well you are, gorgeous as always. Daddy’s perfect Babygirl. You’re the most perfect girl that’s ever walked this earth and I am the luckiest man in existence that you’ve decided that I am worthy of getting to love you.’ Her face blushed a deep red and I loved seeing how flustered she got when I said things like that. She deserved all the love in the world and for some reason she had never gotten any until me, so I will be making sure she knows how perfect she is every chance I get. ‘How do you feel? I didn’t harm you, did I?’ I wondered, lifting her legs and maneuvering the boxers up her body to cover her before sitting her up and pulling the shirt over her arms and head.

‘No Nik, I’m okay. A little sore but totally fine, wonderful, absolutely perfect! My Daddy made me feel so good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.’

‘Well that’s good, because you squirt all over me.’ I smiled, kissing her nose before seeing her eyes widen and quickly pressed our lips together before she could do something stupid like apologize to me. ‘It was hot, I would say the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen but I think watching my cock push into your asshole has to be the sexiest thing.’ I brushed her hair out with the brush on the bedside table before putting it up for her and removing the damp blanket on top of the bed that we had been on, laying a new one on top and crawling in beside her.

‘I love you Daddy…promise me we’re going to be together forever.’

I pulled her close, resting her head on my chest and kissed her head, my hand rubbing up her back. ‘I promise Baby, it’s you and me, Always and Forever.’

4 Months Later

‘Nik! Where are you?!’ I heard Y/n call from the front door. She had officially moved in a week after moving her stuff into my room and after seeing how much of an effect she had on me my mother didn’t mind at all, loving my girlfriend like her own child nearly instantaneously.

‘Kitchen with Elijah and Kol!’ I shouted back, pulling the potatoes out of the oven and finishing playing up our dinner for the night before my brothers tore into the rest.

‘Hey.’ She greeted, pulling me close and kissing me excitedly. ‘I have something for you.’ She told me, holding up a letter.

We had gotten all of our college letters back last week and surprisingly I had been accepted to all of them like she said I would and we had decided on Columbia university. It had an amazing arts program and she was accepted to a school not far, but as she seemed to be holding up a college admissions letter I was confused.

‘What’s this? I got all my school letters back.’ I said just as Rebekah walked in, hugging Y/n in greeting, they had become very good friends despite my pleading them not to.

‘What’s this about school? I thought you got accepted.’

‘I did…what did you do?’ I questioned her and now everyone was looking at us.

‘Well you adamantly refused to apply to the school you wanted to go to most of all and so I paid to get the admissions forms and forged your application. All I had to do was fill in your information and make a portfolio of 20 of your most recent pieces. I picked my favorites…I used my painting as well.’ She blushed and I just stared at her for a moment.

‘That cost $150 Y/n! I told you I didn’t want to do that and you picked paintings I didn’t want to use on top of that?! Why would you-‘ I huffed out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair and turning away to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

‘Rhode Island School of Design.’ Elijah read, having taken it from her.

‘He’s afraid he won’t get into his dream school so he pretended that the price was the reason he didn’t apply.’ She told him and I turned around, glaring.

‘You Spent $150 Dollars On Me For A Rejection Letter!’ She flinched and I instantly relaxed my body as much as I could, never wanting her to be afraid of me. ‘Why would you do this? I told you I wasn’t going to apply and you fought for it but I still said ‘no’. Why would-‘

‘You’ve been accepted.’ Elijah spoke and I spun to look at him, staring for about 5 seconds before snatching the letter and reading over it to see that he was right. It read that they were impressed with my assortment of unique art pieces.

‘I got accepted to a college about 5 miles away if that’s any help in making your decision for-‘ I cut her off by shoving my lips to hers roughly and hugging her to my body, face in my neck.

‘I’m so sorry. Thank you Y/n. Thank you!’ I took hold of her face in my hands and felt like I fell in love with her smiling face all over again. ‘You believed in me when I didn’t, this whole time. I still don’t like you spending money on me but…thank you. Looks like we’re going to Rhode Island next year.’

‘Damn straight Art Nerd, you ain’t goin’ without me! All those art nerd girls, can’t have you being stolen away.’ She teased.

‘Not a chance in Hell Princess. You’re mine. Always and Forever.’

[maccreadysbaby]

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part thirty-two

❝ EFFORT ❞

MONDAY — JULY 30 — 5:02AM

AFTER AN EVENTFUL DAY OF NEVER COMING OUT OF BELLAMY’S ROOM, BENTLEY WOKE UP ON MONDAY MORNING LAYING BACK TO BACK WITH HIM. 

And the first thing he thought about was Bruce.

He wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him everything so bad — about the parties and the nightmares and the teachers and Tyler and Chloe and the (maybe?) Secret Keeper and his father. He wanted to just lay it all out at his feet so he didn’t have to deal with it alone anymore… but he couldn’t.

Because if he did, Bruce would come get them and take them home, and someone else would move into the dorm. He’d never see any of them again.

He had to show Bruce that he could do this no matter what kind of problems he had — he was thirteen, and he could deal with his issues by himself. He didn’t always need his dad or his brothers to swoop in and do it for him; he was capable. More than capable.

So for now, he decided, not a Wayne in the world would know a thing. Would it be easier on him if they did? Sure. But getting whisked home to live a life of solitude while every other teenager in the world did whatever they wanted didn’t sound like an ideal situation. Plus, he was pretty sure he’d have lost his mind if he didn’t stop homeschooling when he did.

It was okay. He was okay. Everyone was okay. Everything was okay.

He’d just focus on school — it was a good enough distraction. He did have seven classes to survive, and nine friendships to maintain.

(Or eight, if… Asten didn’t want to talk to him.)

So he decided that’s what he was gonna do. Just be a teenager, and try his best to forget about all the existential dread stuff.

He woke up, blocked the number his father had called him from, and left Bellamy’s room to go get ready. 

It was only a little after five, so he was able to get into his room and do everything he needed without waking Asten up, which was nice — because he wasn’t sure where they stood. They hadn't talked at all since the fight, but Bentley did end up in bed arrest in Bellamy's room, so he guessed it wasn't really either of their faults.

He grabbed his bag and all of his things out of his room and left, shutting the door softly behind him. Should he go back in Bellamy's room? Or just sit and the dining table and do something silent?

That moment was about when his phone vibrated in his hand.

The name on the text message was Chloe Singh. (He'd changed it almost immediately after she gave it to him.) It said: Hey, meet me at the fountain at 530?

He didn't even have time to think about replying before a second one came: Or at breakfast, if you're not a psycho that wakes up at 430 for school like me.

Bentley hummed to himself, typing a quick response.

Just text me when you're ready. I'm already dressed and all.

He hardly had time to look away before another message blipped onto the screen. Oh, okay! I'm ready then, haha.

With a faint little smile and a shrug, Bentley made sure he slid his keycard into his phone case and made for the door, leaving the dorm with his schoolbag in the dark.

When he made it down the stairs and the several sidewalks it took to get to the fountain with the willows, Chloe was already there in her uniform with her bag. Her blonde hair was tied up halfway with a black ribbon, and pin-straight so it looked extra long. She glanced back at him when she heard him approach and sent him a friendly wave, which he returned.

Were they technically friends now? How many times did you have to cry in front of someone before you became friends?

With that on his mind, Bentley made for the bench she was on, dropping his bag near his feet and taking a seat next to her.

"Good morning," She said quietly, eyes focused on campus staff that seemed to be moving something into the art building across the way, past the willow trees.

"Good morning," He replied.

"Listen, I just... wanted to apologize for Saturday night," She sighed, looking down at her lap and deflating slightly, a stark comparison to how confident she looked in class or the halls. "I had a massive breakdown and it was really weird. I word vomited so many unnecessary details."

Bentley shook his head, glancing over at her. "Don't apologize. We all have our moments. I, in particular, have had at least thirty since I moved into Redwood."

Chloe glanced at him, furrowing her brow. "I never imagined Bruce Wayne's heir would have moments."

"I wasn't always his," Bentley shrugged, forcing his father's voice out of his mind, focusing on Chloe's brown eyes that were watching him. "Anyways, it's no problem. Breakdowns suck, but they suck even worse if you're alone."

She blinked and looked away, then back. "That's why I wanted to say thank you," She continued, glancing down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers. "For being there for me. I... can honestly say I don't have anyone else, as pitiful and attention seeking as that sounds. Living a double life is really hard when everyone only knows the fake part."

Bentley watched her breathe in deep, then blow it out. "Anyways, not to get all pitiful. I think I have the rumors handled on my end... my roommates were the only ones who knew I was going to meet you, and they swore they wouldn't say anything. What about yours?"

"Only two know I was gone, and they won't say anything," Bentley shrugged. "I think we're safe."

A beat passed.

"Thank God," Chloe exhaled, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'd never forgive myself if a chimp like Tyler Abbott got ahold of information like that. He'd have the entire campus believing whatever he wanted about us in, like, ten seconds."

Bentley didn't reply.

"Hey, you okay?" She continued, lowering her volume just a little. "You seem preoccupied."

Bentley shook his head in an attempt to shake himself back into the present and out of whatever routine of self loathing his mind was trying to put him in. "Yeah, just pretty drained. I've been really stressed lately."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe mumbled, and Bentley shrugged.

"It's not your fault," He continued, waving her off. "What about you? Were you okay after the other night?"

Chloe shrugged. "Same... just kinda drained. Emotions and their stupid, stupid existence have a way of doing that. But I'm feeling okay now. Practice for cheer tryouts starts after school today, so I pretty much am required to be okay."

A beat passed.

"So... did you and Layla end up having fun at the dance?" She questioned, looking across the way at the willows, a little hint of something he couldn't quite place filtering through into her words.

Bentley shrugged. "It was okay, but I... didn't go with her. I went with my roommates. To see the band that was playing."

"Oh," Chloe nodded to herself.

Another few moments of quiet passed.

"I... wanted to ask you something," Chloe started, turning to face him slightly on the bench, getting this... he wasn't sure. Embarrassed sort of look on her face. "You can totally say no if you want to; I know I'm not the easiest person to stomach."

"What is it?" Bentley questioned, turning toward her a little, too.

Chloe breathed in and out. "I know I was really mean and weird and stuff when we met, and I don't have any clever excuses to talk myself out of that. But I still... wanna be friends with you, if you want."

Bentley watched her nervously tuck a piece of hair behind her left her, her brown eyes straying down to the bench they were on.

"Yeah... I'd like that," Bentley replied, watching her anxiously pick at her nails. "But you... I don't want it to be some kind of ploy for your mom. If we're gonna be friends, I just... want to be friends. Not for anybody else."

"A hundred percent," Chloe nodded. "She won't have a clue I'm even talking to you anymore. She seems to have moved on in her searching for my perfect future divorce since I blew it with you already. Which means we're in the clear."

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at her for a moment more before looking out at the trees again. "Can I ask an awkward question?"

"Sure," Chloe shrugged. "Can't be more awkward than me word vomiting my entire life's story, and my mothers."

Bentley found it in himself to chuckle at that. "I was just... wondering. Since you were only kinda acting, did you... mean what you told me? In class?"

Chloe glanced over at him quickly, her brow furrowed, before she seemed to realize what he meant. Her face flushed pink and she looked the other way. "That you're hot? I-I mean, yeah, I guess..."

Bentley didn't say anything.

"God, why can't I talk to you?" She mumbled, resting her elbows on her knees and dropping her head into her hands with a nervous little laugh. "It's so weird. Being, like, real. I always know what to say when I'm pretending."

Bentley shrugged. "Maybe you should... not pretend."

"I can't do that!" She said suddenly, sitting up. "My mother would disown me if I even thought about acting contrary to how she wants."

Bentley hummed. "How does she know what you act like here at school?"

Chloe looked up at him, a cringe spreading across her face. "She's the assistant Dean. She lives on campus."

Bentley blinked. "Oh..."

"Yeah..." Chloe shook her head. "I literally can't get away from her and her prying eyes through the school-day. That's why I wanted to talk to you now, before the day starts."

Bentley couldn't even imagine his father watching him like a hawk like that. When he first went to the Wayne's to, quote-on-quote, destroy them, he could hardly fathom the anxiety caused by the fact that his father may have possibly been watching. But Chloe's mom, putting her up to something out of greed, punishing her when she failed, watching her to make sure she was perfect... maybe they weren't so different after all.

Bentley didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“So, are you liking it so far, here? I’ve heard Gotham is way different from New York,” She questioned. (How many times was he going to be asked that question?)

He shrugged. “New York is really cool. I like it here. It feels more… alive.”

Chloe nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “There’s so much that goes on, it's hard to get away from it all. That's why I like it so much here.”

Another beat passed.

“So, if it's not off limits, what are your powers?” Bentley questioned, glancing over at her. “I haven’t seen or heard anything about them.”

“Oh, I…” Chloe started, looking off at the trees ahead of them. “I… uh…”

Bentley could recognize discomfort when he saw it. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I just…” She trailed off, breathing deep and holding it for a second, then exhaling. “I don’t have any.”

Bentley furrowed his brow. Wasn’t Redwood only for metahumans?

“My sisters do, and I have the genes for it, I just… they… haven’t appeared yet. My mom says that sometimes it takes a lot to make them show up,” Chloe shrugged. 

Bentley vaguely remembered hearing something about that when he was dealing with the whole Dr. Keene disaster -- it was like how Nico’s super speed only started to show up after he learned he was adopted, and only really showed up after he got kidnapped and put in a big machine that messed with his DNA. He remembered that metahumans finding their powers was… usually due to trauma.

He wasn’t quite sure what that said about the rest of the Redwood students. But maybe it was a good thing that Chloe didn’t have hers.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, then,” Bentley shrugged.

“I guess so…”

They fell into a comfortable silence, looking out at the willow trees in front of them.

Okay.. maybe Bentley had ten friendships to maintain.

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When breakfast came around, Bentley sat across the table from Asten.

They didn’t say anything to each other. Bentley looked over at him a few times, but he was always talking to Rockie, or looking down at the table, or across the room. Valor was watching the both of them -- Bentley noticed his gaze a few times, calculating, contemplating -- but when Bentley’s eyes met his, it always switched to a supportive smile, faint enough to go missed by everyone else but present enough to be a little comforting.

Bentley and Asten didn’t talk at lunch, either.

And when music theory came around, Asten only spoke to Rockie, and Bentley only spoke to Vera, and in free period, Asten sat with Rockie, and Bellamy and Valor sat with Bentley. It was…

Weird.

He went to practice soccer with Varian and Koa, and they talked about nothing and everything. He went to dinner, where Asten deliberately ignored him even though they were within whispering distance from one another. And then he did his homework at the dining table, and listened to his roommates talk, and hung out, and texted Chloe, and went to bed without saying anything to his best friend who was sleeping one bunk away.

As wrong as it felt, Bentley was the one who’d been right. Asten was a hypocrite and all the lovely things Bentley had said in his anger fueled haze. So, for this one time, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to allow himself to apologize.

If Asten wanted to talk to him, Asten was going to have to put in the effort.

And as far as Bentley could tell, right now, he didn’t care very much.

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Popular. | N.JM | PART 4

— Prologue: “Where have you been all my life?” + “Hiding from you.”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist

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The school district seems to be under a different eye now. If you walk straight eyes we’re on a certain individual under a different spotlight than usual. Ningning saw the people stares as they whisper, some laughed and it made the absurdity feel even more intense than before.

“Oh my god is that her…?”

“No way… they look so different.”

“So much for natural beauty.”

The voices surrounding the young girl was like a black hole pulling Ningning in forcefully. What was everyone whispering about? The students were like a mirror reflecting back at the confused expression on the girl’s face.

What was with everyone today? Ningning thought it couldn’t be directed to her, right? Who in the world would laugh in her face and walk away? No one would. She’s literally terrifying to most people considering how unpredictable she can be. She saw the stares again and she glared back at them.

The girl moved away to meet up and find her good friend Chenle who has ears and eyes everywhere, she needs to know what is happening because something, something was right.

“Chenle, what is everyone gossiping about today?” She demands with her hand forward at the table and her friend gave her a little smirk.

He looks back at his phone and back at Ningning. “Did you get your nose done by any chance?” He giggles teasingly and she glares in confusion. “What?” She sits down and Chenle motions her to come over as he pats her back showing Ningning his phone.

“I mean… you were pretty cute when you were a kid. Oh especially when you shaved your head and went bald.” Chenle smirks.

Oh yeah his friend went pale the minute she saw that someone online completely anonymously posted the most private and ugly pictures of her when she was younger. Ningning feels her eyes widen as she looks around slamming Chenle’s phone down with her hand. Her friend watches the girl lose her mind and instantly it all makes sense why all the students were laughing at her!

Whoever did this was going to pay. Ningning looks at Chenle. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny. This is humiliating. Who uploaded this crap?” She snaps turning back to the account but the account was clearly fake and Ningning had no idea who would do this to her and especially, how did they get this stuff anyways?

“Holy crap… they have all my embarrassing pictures!”

She sits down holding at her hair roots practically ripping at them. She feels the anger boiling and rising in her stomach, the anxiousness and also the humiliation. No one humiliated her before, ever. And whoever must’ve done this had good reasons and good connections.

Ningning grits her teeth together. The more she scrolls down the comments the other students were making fun of her.

For once it wasn’t her bullying someone, someone was giving her a taste of her own medicine. But who in the world would even try to challenge her like this?Ningning has a feeling but she wasn’t quite sure if it was true yet or not.

The boy comes forward smiling ear to ear. “My favourite is this picture of you.” He playfully points to a picture of Ningning with clown painting on her face while she was covered in flower. She glared at the unserious boy slapping his arm and looking away from the photo. There was so many embarrassing pictures in fact they were all personal.

“Shut up.” Ningning lowly tells him.

No one should see them. No one. Ningning bites her bottom lip in anger when the sight of you walking to class comes across and she slams his phone once more on the table while she’s watching you like a deadly hawk.

There was a bad feeling about you. You must have something to do with this, surely? Ever since you came into this school Ningning’s life became upside down, as if you were meant to bring bad luck to her.

You sat in class with a huge smirk today. You feel rather happy for a specific reason, but you won’t mention anything and act like you know absolutely nothing. Playing innocent and dumb is your speciality anyways.

It’s always fun when you take a taste of sweet revenge. You would sit in your chair with your legs crossed over the other while you write your notes. Next door to your table was the boy staring at you the entire lesson like you were the lesson to him. He wasn’t listening to whatever the teacher was telling the class. He just paid attention to you.

For whatever reason you had a smirk but Jaemin didn’t question it. You seem happier than usual.

The class however was filled with tension as Ningning was watching the front with arms crossed and her hand pressed between her fingers, like usual class Ningning was scrolling through her phone on social media to see what the other people were commenting about her stupid pictures that were uploaded by a thief.

She knows you had something to do with it at least. Ningning has this feeling it’s you, because you bring bad luck to her.

“Hey, pst pst.” A voice on the side calls Ningning as they smirk throwing a paper ball at her desk. She glared at them and opens the paper only to read a teasing letter asking her about what she uses on her face to change so much.

Ningning glares and rips the paper to shreds. She doesn’t think she looks that different from her baby pictures.

But students and people in general find anything to exaggerate and make anything seem bigger than it actually is. This was all your doing and you’re proud when you hear the students tease Ningning in secret at the back. It reminds you back of your past. When you were in the same position as her with people teasing you about your appearance.

Back then you had it worse. Ningning did this to you and now you did the same back to her. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The ideology fits this situation perfect because you reap what you sow. And the girl was bound to get a bite back from someone, you just happen to bite when she least expected it.

The students made fun of your appearance, mainly your weight back then. Let’s just say you looked way different than you do know which is why no one has recognised you. Back then you wore less fancy and pretty clothes you didn’t bother to change when no one paid an eye on you.

Until… Ningning did. She took some pleasure in verbally abusing you everyday at lunch time.

And whenever those comments got to you more people thought it was okay. The other students took it too far though. When they saw Ningning bullying you verbally with abusive words about your appearance and so on, people took it to a physical matter and whenever gym class happened back then you would’ve left with tears running down your cheek.

You’re exactly like a shadow. You are seen but you don’t move until you’re alone in your own making. And back then you were a small tampered soul.

But now you’re a dangerous person, everything is fallen into your place.

Ningning might feel like her pride was hurt, you knew that because you adjusted this to feel so humiliating the entire school sees it. With no idea to know who did it it just be eating at Ningning’s mind so much and it brings you pleasure because you finally took your revenge on her.

Now you need two more to go. Only two more. Two more and you’ll be satisfied you said to yourself with a smile at your thoughts.

Jaemin leans closer to you. “What are you smiling at so much?”

You don’t reply knowing he was going to keep chatting to you if you answer back so you continue to write in the mathematics class.

He saw you doing the number sums in such fast pace and time. Jaemin wonders if you’re a genius or if he was just useless at mathematics. Maybe the second option but nonetheless he was mildly impressed.

But what really impressed him is that you’re now ignoring him and Jaemin let’s out a soft sigh as he plays around your hair around his fingers, twirling it like a little candy twister around his fingers while his lovingly gaze was watching your soft silky hair fall in between his hands. Your hair was so smooth and soft that when it makes contact with his skin he swore it felt like cotton candy.

The more the lesson continues and the ignoring him continues he feels a bit impatient and he starts to miss finding your reactions. You really have him wrapped around your finger without trying. It’s ironic. He can’t even recognise you and he feels so attached to you already.

“While I do enjoy the silent treatment I wasn’t aware I had done anything to you?” He said to you.

Jaemin trails softly but you bring your hair out of his grasp and tuck it on the right side without saying much when you got annoyed with him playing with your hair visibly glaring at the paper at what he was doing to you.

Your eyes move to meet his now. The moment your eyes met with the contact he fell deep in your beautiful glowing iris’ pupils. “Do you take pleasure in distracting me?” You snap a little in hushed whisper as you don’t want to deal with an angry math teacher today.

He whispers nodding. “Yeah I do. I like your fullest attention and when you don’t give me your attention i feel lonely.”

“What are you a child?” You feel baffled by his words. “I prefer the term ‘Your baby,’ actually.” And your eyes roll back when he said these to you. He was such a childish guy and a red flag.

But he knew what he was doing. He was flirting with you to make sure he gets security with you and then that is why most girls fall for him and his tricks. You’re different though he knows you’re not falling which is why he keeps coming back for more. The push and pulling game was the best and he loves, loves the chase.

The boy dramatically sighs as he was lovingly gazing on you while playing around with his hand on your thigh and moving your desks a little closer so the teacher doesn’t realise that you guys were speaking beforehand. Jaemin sneakily runs his fingers down your thighs against your jeans and you feel your eyes poking holes at him, like they were reloaded guns ready to shoot him on sight. You feel so dangerous but Jaemin might be an adrenaline addict right now considering you feel so, addicting, so much better than anyone else he has met.

There’s something about you that makes Jaemin so much more alive.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispers smirking as he gently brushed back some of your hair behind your beautiful ears. He saw you were wearing earrings on them and you squint your eyes down at him with distaste towards him.

“Hiding from you.”

Without a second thought, no hesitation you bluntly say words that tear away at his heart but even if you say such harsh mean words to him that reject him. It never once made him stop before. He just comes back for more.

“Good thing I found you, beautiful.” Jaemin smirks.

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Just came across your give me inspiration post and I’ve come to deliver 🫡

How about Bucky or Logan x naive reader? Well not really naive but sort of? Reader keeps making excuses for him and keeps brushing of the concerning things he does. Ex he keeps tabs on her he has to know where she is at all times or else he starts to FREAK out. He sabotages readers work or projects so that she will come to him for help. He even intrudes on her time with friends when reader says she’s going out he starts pouting and saying “I wish I had something to do. You should let me go with you. It will be fun they won’t mind”. Even their work place co workers mention it to reader but she just brushes it off saying “ oh he’s just a friend” or “he’s just lonely sometimes”. Basically he’s obsessed with reader and wants to be the only thing she thinks about and he will go to extreme measures to have her no MATTER what.

Hopefully that was good 🤷‍♀️ if it’s not feel free to ignore it lol it’s feels good to be back. I missed you 🫶

-love , S 💋

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Summary: Nothing goes right in your shitty life. Work, school, everything. It’s all shit. Until a worried friend finally looks out for you, and you have the best day you’ve had in probably years.

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Parings: Professor!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, suicide, drugs, wounds, drinking, underage drinking, anxiety, panic, shit boss, shit mom, all that good stuff,  (Individual warnings per chapter)

Word Count: 3408 (Find all parts here) Pt.2

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AN: This is almost completely different from what you asked for, but to be fair, I don't plan what I write, I just let my brain and my fingers move however they feel like and if I process that something is bad, I delete it and refresh for a minute. But I think I'm back. And this will probably have three parts.

Lolly: Guess who’s throwing a party this weekend!

You: I’m assuming Trent?

Lolly: Ew no, I would not be excited.

You: You?

Lolly: Yea! And you’re invited!

You smile at the rectangle of light in your hands, the only source of light in the room as a matter of fact. Your eyes are tired, you had been studying all day and just when you were about to sleep, your phone buzzed. Of course, considering your addiction to the device, you immediately picked it up, losing every second of progress you had made earlier trying to actually fall asleep. Fucking insomnia. You either went to sleep quickly and woke up every hour, or you didn’t sleep until an hour before you needed to be up for class. If your higher dosage didn’t start to work on sleeping pills, you seriously considered chloroform as a personal prescription.

You weren’t exactly a party person, apart from the drinks. The thought of being in a house full of three hundred people dancing and drinking, sweating all night while fucking whereever because their drunken mind couldn’t think straight was seriously making your stomach fold in disgust. What was even the point in parties anyways? To lose your virginity and figure out who the dad is for the next 5 years and you can’t afford a test because now you have to take care of a baby? Sounded like prison, just being held in a cell for 18 years or until you decide to kick the bucket yourself, deciding debt was more depressing than your lifestyle.

To be fair, you weren’t raised in the best household. Your mom tried to kick you out at 16, which you instead ran away, thinking she hated you but really she just didn’t want you to walk in on her hanging halfway off the bed with an empty bottle of pills hanging loose from her hand. And your dad? Sometimes you think you’re a lab experiment. Mom never brought him up,and when you brought him up, you’d be sent to your room like it was a cage and you failed your test. You honestly got lucky with the amount of maturity your harder teenage life gave you. Now you’re either working, studying, going to class, or getting the five hours, and what feels like thirty minutes of sleep, of course, only every other day. Some days, you don't get to sleep at all.

So of course you didn’t want to go to your best friend Lolly’s party. Whenever you said you were busy she’d just tell you to take a sick day off, but obviously, that wasn’t a thing that would ever be able to happen. You think your mom is the worst? Wait until you hear about your boss…

Morning

“Keep it going! It’s just a scratch!” She shouted basically in your face, her spit from her smoke corroded teeth would probably be on the tip of your nose if you had turned your head just barely to the right. The ‘scratch’ on your arm bleeding, leaking down between the now goosebumps on your skin and a few drops dripping down onto the broken glass on the greasy tile floor. Some asshole wasn’t happy about how few chocolate chips were in their cookie, you wish you weren’t joking. But of course, the customer is always right, even if it means they get to throw a broken piece of glass at you, cutting your bicep. “I don’t even know why I bothered hiring you, you ain’t even a pretty face.” She scoffs as she walks away, half her ass sticking out from her way to small pants. You half expected her button to fly out and land in someone's drink. She’d probably broken about 80 different codes by now with the way she talked to you. But of course, you’re way too patient with people, unlike Lolly, who quit the job as soon as she saw the morning shift manager, literally set her hat and apron down on the counter and walked out. You wish you had walked out with her, as she now works at a pet store, grooming dogs while you bleed all over the floor. It was five in the damned morning, you didn’t need this shit. But here you were, scrubbing the floor of glass, spilt Fanta, and blood, which was dripping onto the floor still, creating more of a mess.

Afternoon

From five to twelve. That’s how long you had to work. Every. Single. Day. Then you have thirty minutes to get to your first class. You have to switch clothes in the bathroom at work, shove it in your bag, run out onto the streets of New York, jog down Grey Street, cross Midway Drive, cut through the park at the centre of the city, hoping to fuck there isnt some event happening that keeps you from going around, then you have to go down into the subway, walk through the crowd of people talking loudly on their phones, all sweating and holding briefcases, so you try your hardest to avoid their bodies, reminded of the gash on your bicep when a musty street performer covered in silver paint rubs against you, coating your skin in a not so shiny and sort of disgustingly sticky paint. You hold back the gag you wanted to release onto about 15 people, and you push through the rest, almost twisting your ankle halfway up the stairs, but you of course power through it, and look at your watch. You didn’t have time to go to your dorm and clean up, but fuck. You look at your reflection in the window of a Starbucks, you didn’t even realise you had started crying, but your mascara running down your cheeks just like the blood had run down your arm, which stopped at some point and dried up with the streak of paint, made you look an absolute mess. Like you just walked in on your husband cheating on you with your sister. You just gag at your reflection, then the walking symbol shows up, and you cross the street, it was rush hour, so you had two choices. Go to your room, and clean up, be about ten minutes late, or go to class and look like shit in front of everyone. It was a split-second decision. But you didn’t want to look like shit. Honestly, you didn’t even want to go to class, so missing a few minutes wouldn’t kill you. Even if it did, you wouldn’t mind.

So instead of taking a right and going to the class you so desperately needed to pass, you go left on Harper Road, and you run up some steps to your apartment, shoving the keys in the door and swinging it open before rushing to the bathroom, pulling off your white blouse - now stained red and brown from blood - and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning on your shower, and you didn’t give a flying fuck about the water bill, you were about to take your damned time under the water.

You step in once your fully unclothed, the warm running water stinging your cut but the damned shower was the only good thing going on in your life right now, so there were no complaints apart from the hiss that leaves your lips as it does hit the now inflamed wound.

About thirty minutes later

About twenty eyes land on you as soon as you walk into the classroom, which was actually just the library. Literary class for your want to be a writer, and your teacher - Professor Barnes - pauses for a moment. He looks you up and down, gives you a disappointed look, then you find an open seat, pulling out a notebook with only a few minutes left of the class, but you were about to spend the next hour or so in the library with your friends anyways. While you wrote, and studied, they had a project to work on. One that you’ve already failed twice. Once for turning it into the wrong class, and once for accidentally lighting it on fire at work when a co-worker dropped a flaming pan on it, which, of course, you were blamed for. Then just as class ends, and everyone packs to leave while you continue to write notes into your book, you feel a presence behind you. Before you can even apologise to him, you feel his large hand on your shoulder, and his voice in your ear.

“You were late again.” No shit Sherlock. “What happened this time?” He asks, moving to sit on the corner of your desk, and you put down your pencil. He asked the question as if he didn’t believe you every other time you told him your situation. You wait for the library to completely empty out before you could yell at him for being a dick, and as soon as the last student leaves, the second the door closes and leaves a whoosh of air from its weight, you don’t scream. Some unknown squeak of every emotion mixed together except for happiness and joy leaves your throat, and your newly applied mascara runs down your face, exposing your clear tears to be mixed with the black makeup, streaks of it running down your cheeks, causing you to lean forward, face in your hands as you start to sob. The sound of a heavy sigh is the only thing in the room apart from your absolutely embarrassing breakdown. “I gave you a hundred on the assignment for the day.” What? That makes you look up, once again looking like a wife just cheated on, only this time your false husband cheated with your own mother.

“W-What? I-I don’t even k-know what the assignment was…” You hear him scoff, but it wasn’t a hateful scoff, it was more of a ‘do I look like I give a fuck,’ sort of scoff.

“Look. Lolly spoke to me about how you’re doing. So I figured I’d give you a break.” That was… Weird… Why would he do that?

“But what about the assignments that go with it-?”

“Congrats, your grade just went from a D to a B. How about you go home and relax for the rest of the day instead of studying.” You’re silent for a moment. Relax? You haven’t done that since freshman year, and even then, you weren’t sure your lunch period was exactly meant for a thirty minute nap.

“Mr. Barnes- I-” You jump a little, his hand closing your textbook and he hops off the table.

“Come on, class is over, go home.” He sighs, and goes back to his desk with your textbook, scanning it and setting it on the shelf so you wouldn’t even need to bother turning it back in and most likely paying the late fee. You stand up awkwardly, grabbing your bag and only just realising you definitely twisted your ankle as you limp a little before barely catching yourself on your desk. You honestly looked pathetic, you weren’t exactly sure why he wasn’t laughing. “Are you alright there?” You hear his voice close again, and you turn to look up at him, his hand moving to the middle of your back. But momma didn’t raise any wimp.

“It hurts-” You whimper. What. The fuck. Momma would be disappointed - If she wasn’t dead - she’d probably choke you to death. That pathetic ass noise would’ve been enough to consider you a puppy ready for adoption. “I mean uh- I’m fine.” He chuckles a little dryly, his eyes widening at your horrible attempt to convince him that you were truly fine.

“Are you sure? You’re crying even more now.” Honestly, if he hadn’t pointed it out, you wouldn’t have noticed. You were so sleep deprived. So tired. Exhausted. You were genuinely ready to snap at the next person who even breathed wrong. “Are you gonna be able to walk back to your dorm?” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before you can even answer.

“I-I’ll be alright…” You hold out your hand for your bag, but instead, his hand on your back gently pushes you forward, making you limp in pain before his arm snakes around your waist, which should’ve made you jump, but he was helping you walk.

“Well, Imma give you a ride home if that’s alright.” He pushes the button to open the automatic door, helping you walk out into the cold air which hits you in the face worse than it should with tear stained cheeks.

“I mean I can walk-”

“Doesn’t look like it.” He shrugs, walking into the teachers parking lot, dragging you towards his truck, the one you knew was his because he was the only teacher you could actually stand, so you’ve waved bye to him at the end of the day a few times before.

“Yea- I can’t.” You admit, limping along next to him.

He opens the passenger door to the truck, and he even helps you in, setting your bag on the floorboard before closing the door and rounding the vehicle, getting into the driver seat and the warm air from the vents feels amazing, everywhere except for your sleeve covered arm, which was still warm and inflamed.

“Go ahead and give me directions hun.” He asks, pulling out of his parking space. You turn on your phone, a few missed texts from Lolly that you could look at and deal with later swiped away by your thumb as you go to the maps app to get directions until you remember you live just across the street from the dorms.

“I uh… I’m in the apartment- the one with the red roof across the street from the dorms…” you mumble, but he does hear you, nodding as you set your phone down on the centre console and reach down, rubbing your shin with your palm and it hurts like shit - it's definitely more than sprained - and you were way too poor to go to the hospital to get it checked out. So a self diagnosis would be enough for now.

“So what happened? Did you fall or something?”

“I uh- twisted it going up the subway steps.” You sit back up and look out the window.

“Subway? What are you doing in the subway if you live so close to the school?”

“I have work in the mornings…”

“Sounds stressful.”

“You have… no idea…” You mumble again, looking out the windshield now, and you can practically feel his head turn to look at you, so you look back, you were of course, correct. “Sorry- I just- today has been really bad. Not as bad as like- other days, just like- the worst this month.” You shrug, trying not to just be some complaining idiot.

“No, no. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise. If I were you, I wouldn’t even be going to class after that.” He shrugs in return, and turns back to the road, which you do too as he steps on the gas and continues.

“I just uh, I guess I’m clumsy.” You look down a little.

“I just assumed you got caught up in the rush hour crowds. You wouldn’t be the first person to be pushed around by assholes in the swarms of humans.” You chuckle a little. Swarms of humans is definitely the best way to describe it. “Lolly told me about your work, your boss sounds like a dick.” You laugh this time, throwing your head back onto the headrest behind you and you look at him, a little smile on his lips.

“Oh no, she’s the most loveable person ever-” He starts to laugh at your horribly acquainted sarcasm. “She’s the best part of my day.” You roll your eyes, looking back out the window.

“Well I heard that someone has some very mixed emotions about her. One being hatred, the other being pure infuriating anger.” You start to laugh, it honestly hurts a bit to laugh. You were so sore. It made you want to cry… again.

“Does Lolly just tell you everything about me?”

“Well I asked. You two hang out a lot, so I figured she’d be best to ask.” He shrugs, again. And he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment, finding the only empty space. Your space. “And she told me, and I quote.” He picks up his phone, opening a texting screen. “She needs a break. She has been working under this yellow bag of walrus shit for the last two years without a single break for her own health and I am worried about her. Maybe you could convince her to take a break. I would probably kiss you if you could.” He sets the phone back down. “But we're going to disregard that last part because she’s my student, and I’m positive she was drunk.” You grit your teeth. It was definitely Lolly. Because you do unfortunately remember calling your boss a yellow bag of walrus shit.

“Yep. But I unfortunately cannot take a break.”

“Well, I’m not exactly a doctor, but I’d say your ankle is pretty messed up.”

“Well-”

“And I looked into it- You will get paid in your time off. She cannot fire you if you’re injured with a doctor or nurse note.”

“Well-”

“And I occasionally take over for the school nurse, so guess who wrote you a doctor note for your fucked up ankle?” You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say. “So. Grab your bag and head up to your room, and promise me you’ll relax and take care of yourself for a day?” Why was he even doing this? He didn’t pay attention to you before. You were always just another student and now he’s basically forging a document to give you a break? It just didn’t seem real.

“Okay…” You whisper, grabbing your back and opening the door as you step out back into the cold, and head straight to your room, which was in clear view from the spot he was in, so he sits in his truck, waiting for you to get inside before pulling away as he stays parked. But just as you set your hand on the doorknob…

“There you are!” Your neighbour. Of course, your fucking neighbour has to add to your most wonderful day. “Your dog won’t stop barking! She’s been yip yap and yip yap all day! I’m going to call animal control!” You don’t even own a fucking dog.

“Ma’am I-”

“You forgot your phone.” His voice makes you want to writhe out of your fucking skin. You turn around to see you professor holding your phone out, which you take slowly as he turns towards the lady. “Is everything alright ma’am?” You want to laugh. You and your exhaustion work together their absolute fucking hardest as you try so hard not to laugh at her words.

“Oh of course darlin, everything is fine. Just talkin to my lovely neighbour.” From the mean, stern, gritty yelling voice that you’ve grown used to, to a suddenly sweet old lady that sounds as if she takes care of butterflies and builds them new homes. You cover your mouth, genuinely struggling not to laugh, and you see the corner of her eye twitch.

“I thought I heard some yelling.” Barnes gently wraps his arm around your shoulder, and you take a deep breath, some confusion now etched into your features.

“Just some harmless bickering, nothing too much.” She looks away from Barnes, and looks down at you. “Have a nice day darling.” You can almost feel how hard her fucking teeth are clenched, and you give her a little smile. Apparently, she wasn’t willing to embarrass herself in front of handsome young men- er- your professor.

“Your neighbour is a dick too. Maybe you should get your dog something to distract it.”

“I don’t own a dog.” You both stare at each other for a moment, and you see him biting his cheek before he takes a deep breath.

“Go get some rest. I’ll see you next week in class.” He chuckles a little and stands there, watching as you half-awkwardly open your door, closing it behind you before you heard him descending the stairs, and you hear his truck roar back to life. A little relieved that you finally had someone on your side.

[str4wb3rryb0y666]

Rick Sanchez x reader

(Just to let you guys know this is my first time writing and posting fanfic so it might not be that good)

“H-hey rick?” Morty says as he enters the garage to see Rick working on a new gadget.

“What Morty?! C-can’t you see I’m busy!” He retorts in an annoyed tone not bothering to look at Morty.

“Jeez Rick…Beth w-wanted you too meet her f-friend” morty replies in an upset tone before storming off to his room and slamming the garage door. Rick groans in annoyance debating on wether he should meet his daughters friend.

“Fuck it” he says under his breath as he pushes his project away and gets up, moving to the garage door and opening it. Making his way to the kitchen to see Beth and the back of a person he’s never met before.

“Hey dad! Come meet my friend” Beth puts her hand on your shoulder forcing you to turn and face the old man.

“This is y/n, y/n this is my dad Rick” you look him up and down with a monotone face, the same as ricks which surprises him. He’s used to Beth’s friends to being awkward and or more friendly but you seemed different. Rick clears his throat and looks at Beth then you then Beth again.

“Uh nice to meet you I guess” rick says in a monotone with his hands tucked away in his lab coat pockets.

“Yeah same” you say not bothering to give the ‘smartest man in the universe’ any attention making Beth cringe at the awkward silence that falls after.

“Well I think you guys should get to know each other!” Beth chimes in trying to make her dad more social which leads to both you and Rick to snap your heads to look at her.

“What?” Both you and Rick say in unison. Beth smiles awkwardly.

“Well I thought cause you both have a ‘Don’t care’ attitude you could I don’t know, become friends??”

Your eyebrows furrow and before you can say anything Rick replies.

“Sure thing honey” he says with a fake smile trying to make his daughter happy before dragging you to the garage.

“Hey what the hell!” You say confused as rick just goes to sit down at his work bench.

“Look when Beth wants something she stops at nothing to have it. So if we had said no she would’ve just kept nagging.”he says both bothering to look at you as he sits down and starts working on his gadget. You sigh, he was right after all.

“So what now?” You say walking to the bench he was sitting at and lean on it.

“Just uhh- I don’t know tell me about yourself or something. Not like I’ll listen but whatever” he says still head down tinkering away. You think for a moment before replying.

“Well, I’m 34, live in an apartment and work as a high school science teacher. Not because ur like it because it’s the only decent job around that pays well” this makes ricks ears perk.

“Your a science teacher?” He says turning his head and looking up at you from his hunched position.

“Mhm” you look down at rick and he looks almost confused.

“How did you meet my daughter again?” He says questioningly.

“She came in one day because I had contacted her about how her son had been doing better in science, then she decided that we should catch up over coffee and now I’m here” rick sighs knowing what Beth is up to but decides not to tell you.

“Huh guess Morty does learn stuff from our trips.” He looks back down at his gadget and continues to work on it.

“What do you mean trips?” You say hoisting yourself up to sit on the bench.

“Oh we go on adventures to other galaxies and universes sometimes” he says Nonchalantly making you turn ur head to face him with a shocked expression.

“Excuse the fucking what now?” You say in an almost impressed tone. Rick chuckled under his breath as he picks up his gadget to examine it.

“Mad scientist, thought you could tell” he says with a cocky grin.

“Yeah well I thought you’d be more insane then an actual genius” you say annoyed at how it fed his ego.

“I’m an insane genius love, get it right” he points the gadget towards the garage opening before shooting a laser at it, it goes straight through and melts the metal.

“I think jackass is the word your looking for” you give him a cocky smile when his head snaps to look at you. He stares at you for a few moments, god you reminded him of Diane with that attitude.

“Yeah whatever” he says pushing any remote feelings down the the bottom of his stomach. Their was an awkward silence for a few moments before you spoke up.

“Who is Beth’s mum?” You say without hesitation nor thought of if the subject was sensitive. Rick was shocked at your forward question but didn’t do anything beside put his gadget down on the bench.

“Diane. She was murdered a long time ago.” He says with no emotion in his tone.

“Oh… sorry to hear that” you say mad at yourself for not thinking before you speak.

“It’s fine I killed the guy who murdered her.” He says nonchalantly before standing up and facing you.

“Badass” you say not really knowing how to answer.

“I’d do the same if I loved someone and a dickhead decided to murder them.” You say looking up at rick who is know sitting beside you on the bench but not close to you.

“…your different from the ‘normal’ people I met. So who hurt you enough to be like this?” Rick says taking a swing from his flask. You sigh, you couldn’t be mad that he asked that after all you brang up his dead wife.

“Had a bad home, it changed how I see things” rick passes the flask to you and you take a big swing of it before passing it back. Rick doesn’t respond and instead you both just sit there in silence passing the flask back and forth ever couple minutes or so.

“Come over tomorrow.” He says, not asking more telling you too.

“Why?” You ask confused.

“So Beth doesn’t ask questions” rick said, honestly he didn’t believe what he said. *Their kinda cute- wait what am I thinking?? Wtf?!* Rick thought to himself completely zoned out.

“Rick!!” You almost scream his name making him come back to reality.

“What?!” He says in an annoyed tone.

“I’ll be here tomorrow jackass” you say in a more calm voice with a cocky smile.

“… ten o’clock” he says taking a swing of his flask. You hope down from the bench and look at him.

“Ten it is then” you say before trotting off our the garage. Saying goodbye to Beth then heading home.

[hadesforpreswrites]

dirty laundry, pt. 2

a/n: here's part 2! i had a lot of fun writing this one! i'm less practiced in writing steamy stuff than i am depressing stuff but i hope you enjoy.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: confession, fingering

word count: 4,119

summary: after a confession, things heat up

part one part three part four part five

“how can someone be so smart and so blind at the same time? i’m basically in love with you, dummy.”

and suddenly everything made sense to y/n. he was right; he always made time for her, even when he was on tour. 

she sat staring at her ice cream as it was melting in the cup. she was trying her best to process the new information, information she had only ever hoped to hear.

noah, on the other hand, was staring at her. he couldn’t believe that he just said that, just like that, on a day like today. 

“you can reject me and we’ll still be fine,” he finally broke the silence.

at this, she turned her eyes to him. he could almost see the question marks swirling in them. “why would i reject you?”

“you’ve been sitting in silence, staring at your ice cream, for the past five minutes, y/n. and i seriously mean it, we’ll be okay.”

“noah, i’m not going to reject you. i just…needed to process for a second because i’m basically in love with you. and i never in a million years thought you’d ever say that. i was content to just hope the feeling would go away on its own. also, you couldn’t have waited until i wasn’t a complete mess?”

“since fucking when?!” he all but shrieked. “i’ve been fighting the urge to tell you that i think about you 90% of the time ever since the day we met.”

“i’ve had a crush on you since the day we met…” she trailed off quietly. “i honestly thought you’d have caught on because of scarlett by now.”

“scarlett knew?!”

y/n looked at him with a dead stare, “we’re roommates, noah.”

“oh, yeah. okay that makes sense.”

a beat of silence.

“also, you aren’t a mess.”

“i’ve been crying for three days straight so my face is red and puffy and i need a shower.”

“not a mess,” he finally put his cup of half-melted ice cream in the cup holder and began to back out of the parking spot. he smiled when he saw her finally take her first bite.

“only 90%?” she asked with a small smirk.

“yeah, well. 5% is bad omens. and the other 5% is olive garden’s endless soups.”

“i’m honored. i thought the soup would be higher.”

“used to be. but then some girl had to waltz into my life.”

“i’m pretty sure i was dragged.”

“how much do i take up in that pretty little head of yours?”

“89%.”

“breakdown, please.”

“5% is ice cream. 5% is dedicated to school. and the last 1% goes to how fluffy ruffilo’s hair is.”

“cool cool cool. note to self: shave best friend’s head.”

“go near that man’s hair with anything remotely looking like clippers and i’ll never speak to you again,” she said, jokingly.

“ouch,” he feigned hurt by grabbing at his chest while sitting at a stoplight. 

“can i…ask a favor?” she asked as the light turned green and they started moving.

“you can ask me anything, anytime.”

“can you stay tonight? i think scarlett had made plans and she won’t go if i’m alone. unless you have plans already, of course,” she said, almost too quickly for him to process the question. 

“of course i’ll stay with you. i was kind of thinking about it anyway,” he answered. “let’s swing by my house first so i can grab some clothes. your favorite person is probably there by now too.”

“jolly?” her voice sounded hopeful.

“no, ruffilo. would you stop calling my bandmates your favorite person? i’m starting to get a complex.”

“i mean, if we’re completely honest with ourselves, my all time favorite person is andy.”

“why does he get number one?!” 

“i’ve known him longest.”

“but you’re in love with me. so i should be number one.” he still couldn’t believe his luck.

“i don’t think that’s how that works,” she put her now empty cup in the free cupholder.

“it is 100% how that works,” he said, pulling into the driveway of his house. 

he heard her unclick her seatbelt before he threw the car in park. when he turned to scold her, he found that she was already turned in her seat, looking at him. she was looking at him in a way he had never seen before. he slowly unclicked his own seatbelt and looked at her with a furrowed brow.

“i just…want to try something,” she said quietly, blush creeping up her neck.

“what’s that?”

as she leaned toward him, he felt himself leaning toward her, meeting her halfway. his eyes widened in shock as he felt her lips meet his before they fluttered shut and he cupped her cheek with a tattooed hand, deepening the kiss.

she pulled back slowly and placed her forehead to his. “you ever feel the need to try that again, you just do it. i’m game,” he said with a smile, causing her to laugh.

“let’s get your stuff,” she said in reply, starting to pull away from him. he stopped her by pulling her by the back of her neck back to him and kissing her again. she giggled into it and said against his lips, “noah.”

“that’s not gonna make me stop, doll,” he didn’t care how she said his name, just that she did.

“i don’t want to make out over the center console of your car,” she laughed again.

“well, fuck, get in the backseat then. it’s pretty spacious,” he said with a hint of seriousness. 

she fully pulled back from him and playfully slapped his chest. “it’s not like you’ll never see me again. you’re staying the night.”

“oh yeah. what’re we waiting for, i have clothes to grab.” he finally turned off the car and jumped out. 

she was shaking her head while laughing as she reached for the handle to the car door. she suddenly heard the door locks click. she looked up at noah who was standing at the front of the car, glaring at her before walking the rest of the way to her side. he unlocked the car and opened the door. “you’re no longer allowed to open doors.”

“but i’m perfectly capable?” she countered as she stepped out into the now brisk air. she shivered. 

“you are. but i’m taking over that role now,” he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to him. he kissed the side of her head as they walked to the front door. 

“what if you’re not there?” she asked as he unlocked and opened the door to the house. 

“nonsense. why wouldn’t i be there?”

“tour?”

“isn’t your program online?”

“what’s your point?”

“you can just come on tour. problem solved.”

“yeah! you should totally come on tour!” they heard a swedish accent ring out at them.

“jolly!”

“y/n!”

he was standing in the living room with his arms open as she ran into them. he swung her around, causing her to laugh. noah looked on at the scene with a small, appreciative smile. after the hell she had been through and then the last few days, she still had the ability to laugh. he knew then that she would be okay.

“you two carry on, i’ll just go get my stuff.”

“you do that,” jolly said, jokingly dismissive, causing noah to roll his eyes as he took off up the stairs. “ruffilo! y/n’s here!”

the guitarist walked in from the kitchen with a drink in hand, with folio in tow. “there she is! we were starting to think noah locked you away.”

“locked myself away, really,” she said, sheepishly. 

“don’t do that, we like having you around,” the drummer said, pulling her into a hug.

“so much so that you should totally come on tour with us!” jolly reiterated his statement from earlier.

“i can’t go on tour with you! who would look after scarlett?”

“scarlett’s a capable young woman,” jolly countered.

“to you she is, you don’t live with her.”

“fair. fine, she comes too.”

“it’ll be a family road trip with music,” ruffilo said with a laugh.

noah smiled to himself as he listened to the four of them have a back and forth while he packed his bag. he decided to pack enough clothes for a week, just in case she needed him that long. really, it was him that would probably need her. he was forever grateful that his bandmates and y/n were so close, it certainly made his life all the easier. 

when he finished, he took the stairs two at a time down. “come one, doll. scarlett probably thinks i kidnapped you.”

“didn’t you though?” folio asked, smirk playing on his face. 

“she came willingly.”

“he bribed me with ice cream.”

“that’ll work every time,” jolly laughed.

“speaking of ice cream,” noah had a sudden realization. “mine’s melting in the car.”

“it’ll do that,” ruffilo stated. he was the closest to y/n out of the other three members of bad omens. he knew something was off with her, he could see the tear stains on her face even in the dim light. but he didn’t say anything, just threw a look to noah when no one else was looking. noah threw one back in response as y/n stood up from the couch and hugged the three of them. 

“seriously, consider it?” jolly asked of her about tour.

“i’ll consider it,” she promised as she walked toward noah who was holding out his hand for her. 

no one batted an eye as she linked their fingers together and waved goodbye.

back in the car, she laughed as she looked at the melted puddle of ice cream in the cup. “you have milk soup.”

“yeah, well. a pretty girl said something about being in love with me and that took precedence.”

she coughed, choking on her laugh. he shook his head as he threw the cups away in the dumpster outside the house before taking his seat in the driver’s seat. 

the drive to her house was relatively quiet, the radio playing quietly in the background. his left hand gripped the steering wheel as his right laid on her thigh. she was tracing the ink that littered his skin on his hand and arm. 

there was an air of apprehension in the vehicle, not thick but there. he’d spent the night at her house many times but never under these circumstances and usually on the couch. would he default to the couch or would she invite him to sleep in her bed? he decided he didn’t care, as long as he could check on her whenever he needed.

when they pulled into the driveway of her house, they noticed that andy’s car was missing but scarlett’s was still there. it was still a couple hours before her plans so she was probably getting ready.

noah grabbed his bag and opened the passenger door, holding out his free hand to her as she stepped out of the car. they walked through the still unlocked front door and were met with the sound of music permeating the house, sounds that meant scarlett was indeed getting ready.

noah started toward the living room after they took their shoes off at the door with his bag but felt a tug on his arm causing him to look back at y/n. “where you going?” she asked. 

“couch?”

“you can put your stuff in my room, it’s okay.”

he beamed at her as they walked down the hall. he entered her room as she stepped into scarlett’s to let her know the plan. 

he set his bag on the bed and wandered around, looking for the plug for the lights. when he finally found it, he turned the blue lights on and felt a weight suddenly depart from him. it felt more normal now. he straightened the piles of books on the floor and put the clothes he found there in the hamper in her bathroom before settling on her bed and fumbling for the remote to the tv.

y/n peeked around the corner into scarlett’s bathroom, silently asking permission to enter. it was granted, it’s always granted.

“there’s light in your eyes again, my love,” the other woman turned and pulled her into a hug. “remind me to thank the boy. and the inventor of ice cream.” 

y/n laughed, causing scarlett to smile brightly. her best friend was going to be okay.

“so,” y/n started as she absentmindedly started picking up various makeup that was scattered on the bathroom counter. “noah’s staying the night.”

“i figured.”

“and i might have kissed him.”

scarlett’s arm dropped from her eye. “YOU DIDN’T?!Y/N!”

“i did,” she hid behind her hands.

“and?”

“and he kissed back and before that he said he loved me and i confessed to him. it was very sweet.”

“FINALLY!”

the two women heard a knock on scarlett’s closed bedroom door. “yes?” she called.

“is everything okay in there? there’s a lot of yelling…” noah trailed off. 

scarlett took three big steps to the door and pulled it open. “listen here, singer boy. just because i happen to enjoy your friendship does not mean i won’t end you so help me god.”

“help me out here?” he looked to y/n, who was sitting on the bed, smiling at scarlett’s antics. 

“i told her.”

“oh, that makes more sense now. i got a nearly identical speech from the guys when i told them just now.”

“good,” scarlett said, heading back to the bathroom to finish applying her makeup.

“now both of you, out. this requires concentration,” she held up a false eyelash.

“love you,” y/n said as she walked out the door.

“love you more,” scarlett replied as the door shut.

“you two have the strangest relationship,” noah said with a laugh as they entered y/n’s room again.

“yeah, well,” y/n said as she rummaged through her dresser for clean clothes. 

“hey, before you go in there,” noah started, realizing that she was about to take a shower. “where on earth is your remote?”

“oh! it’s in the pocket of the long pillow,” she walked to where she was laying when he first found her today and plucked the remote from the side pocket of the pillow and handed it to him. 

“thank you, doll.”

she hummed as she shut the bathroom door. he heard the shower speaker turn on and music start to pour out of it as the water turned on. he smiled when he heard her singing along to “like a villain” and laughed when it was followed by a bts song which was followed by the doors. that was one of the things he loved about her, she didn’t care about genre when it came to music, she just liked what she liked. 

after about 30 minutes, he heard the speaker turn off and the door open. he was met with steam rolling into the bedroom.

“christ, woman, did you commune with satan in there?”

“not this time. just needed to feel clean.”

“and do you?”

“mhmm,” she said as she flopped on the other side of the bed. “you turned my lights back on,” she observed.

“is that okay?”

she rolled over to look at him. the tear stains were gone, her eyes were brighter than earlier. “definitely.”

he let whatever he put on the tv play in the background as he slid down to lay down facing her. “do you feel better?” he asked, quietly as he combed through her damp hair with his fingers. 

her eyes closed at the contact. “so much, thank you.”

“it’s all you, doll.”

“no, it’s not. it’s all of you guys.”

he smiled and pulled her to him. after another 30 minutes had passed there was a quiet knock at the door. he turned, just enough to see scarlett poke her head in. y/n lifted her head, eyes groggy from falling asleep, and placed her chin on his side as she too looked at her best friend.

“i’m heading out. i don’t know when i’ll be home tonight, if i’ll be home tonight,” she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“get it, girl,” y/n said sleepily, causing the other two to laugh.

“take care of her, yeah?” scarlett said to noah.

“of course. have fun.”

“oh, i intend to,” she cackled as she closed the door. 

“she really is her own character,” noah chuckled.

“she is. but she balances me out.”

“i can see that. go back to sleep, doll,” he kissed her forehead.

“no,” she said defiantly. 

“no?” he cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

“no,” she placed a hand on his cheek before placing her lips to his again.

this time was less tentative on both their parts as they moved in sync, deepening the kiss. she started to lean back, pulling him on top of her. he moved with her, letting her lead, knowing she’d stop them when things went too far for her. 

he let one of his hands wander down her side, stopping at her hip. he felt her hook her leg to his waist and let his hand continue to the back of her thigh, holding her there. he groaned when she moved against him. he kissed down her jaw, down her neck, and lightly bit the hollow spot, causing her to gasp.  her hands were in his hair as he sucked on the hollow of her neck where he had bitten. he ground his hips into hers, his covered hardness finding her clothed core. she moaned at the contact, spurring him on. he kissed back up her neck and found her lips again, their tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning as she moaned again as he ground his hips into hers again. he kissed down the other side of her jaw and to her neck, giving her some breathing time.

“noah,” she breathed out.

“do we need to stop?” he asked, breathing hard. 

“no, not yet.”

he looked her in the eye, her pupils were blown and he could feel her breath on his face. “you’re not just saying that, are you?”

“no. i need…” she trailed off.

“what do you need, baby? you need only ask, i’ll give you anything you want.”

“i need you to touch me, please,” she whined.

“because you asked so nicely,” he sensed there was more to her request. “what else do you need?”

“no need, just want.”

“well, what do you want?”

“your shirt off.”

“done,” he sat up and pulled the garment over his head and threw it to the ground. his eyes fluttered shut when her hands started to trail down his torso. after a moment he grabbed both her wrists in his hand and held them above her head. a brief thought entered his head, “is this okay?”

she nodded.

“words, baby. words.”

“it’s okay,” she breathed out. 

“good girl,” he purred as he leaned down to connect their lips again. his free hand traveled under her shirt. she moaned in his mouth when he started to massage her unobstructed breast. she whined when he rolled his hips into hers once again. she let out a breath as he moved his hand down her stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. he let his fingers slip just passed the elastic and stopped there. he looked at her, her eyes closed as she tried to control her breathing. “still okay?”

she nodded again.

“baby,” he warned. 

“still okay,” she let out a shaky breath as she opened her eyes to look at him. he saw no hesitation, only a softness he had never seen before.

he nodded and, still looking in her eyes, allowed his hand to travel further into her shorts and under her underwear. tentatively, he ran a finger up her folds. she was so wet, his finger was instantly coated. he reveled in the fact that it was him that made her this wet. he slowly pushed his forefinger into her, watching for any change in her body language. after pumping his finger a few times, he asked, “think you can take another? use your words like the good girl you are.”

“yes, noah,” she said, looking him in the eye as he started to insert a second finger. her breath hitched at the stretch, her eyes screwed shut. when she breathed again it came out shakier than before.

“baby,” noah started.

“it’s okay. i’m okay,” he wasn’t sure if she was saying it to him or herself.

“baby, look at me,” her eyes slowly opened. “this does not have to continue right now.”

“no, it’s okay,” she smiled at him, her hand pulling free of his constraint and caressing his cheek. he leaned into her touch before he continued his ministrations inside her. 

her hand made its way to his hair, she tugged ever so slightly every time she clenched around his fingers, causing him to moan. when her breath started coming out in short bursts, he let go of her other hand which quickly attached itself to his bicep, her fingernails digging into his inked skin. she let out a whine with each breath. he could tell she was close.

“it’s okay, baby. let go,” he whispered in her ear. and she did, the sound she made he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. he pumped his fingers in her as she rode out her first-ever orgasm. “look at you, my sweet girl, so beautiful,” he said as she started to come down. 

he pulled his fingers out, not breaking eye contact as he brought them to his lips. his eyes shut as he relished the taste of her on his tongue. one day, maybe not so far out, he would be able to taste her from the source; he almost couldn’t wait.

“woah,” she breathed out, causing him to chuckle.

“woah indeed,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers in a short kiss before rolling over to the other side of the bed to catch his breath.

she turned on her side, facing him, and brushed the hair that had fallen on his forehead. he hummed as he felt her fingers on his skin.

as if he had forgotten something, he sat straight up. “i need to take a very quick, hopefully, shower.”

“but,” she started. “why?”

he looked at his lap and back at her with a cocked eyebrow. she followed his eyeline and blushed. “oh. i mean, i could…” she trailed off. 

“as much as i have dreamed to feel your hands or mouth on me, and believe me i dreamed, i think it’s best to do this one step at a time.”

“oh,” was all she said as she looked away.

“doll, look at me,” he pleaded, she did. “if you still want to tomorrow, i’m all yours. hell, i’m all yours anyway.”

“promise?”

“promise. on olive garden’s never-ending soup, i promise,” he said with a faux seriousness causing her to giggle. “now, you watch whatever the hell is on the tv and try to go to sleep. i’ll be right back.”

“‘kay,” she said as she turned to the tv.

he made the short distance to the bathroom and shut the door. leaning his back against it, he smiled, giddy. then he looked down and sighed. “i must be an idiot,” he said to himself as he turned on the shower. ”girl of my dreams practically begging to touch me and i turn her down,” he said as he stripped and stepped into the shower.

he hissed as he wrapped his hand around his aching member. at least he didn’t have to conjure up a fantasy this time; he just thought of a few minutes ago. her head tilted back, mouth open, fingers digging into his skin. he pumped himself until he came and watched the result wash down the drain before washing himself, using her products.

when he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel because he forgot his shorts, he saw her curled up on top of the blanket fast asleep. he smiled to himself as he rummaged through his bag in search of shorts. 

once dressed, he climbed into what he is now deeming his spot and pulled the blanket out from under her and placed it over the two of them. he wrapped his arm around her and she moved so her head was on his shoulder and her leg was thrown over his.

he went to sleep with a smile on his face that night.

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The crying is relentless. All morning and well into the afternoon. It's not constant, but it is consistent, a cycle of heavy, self pitying sobs followed by these silences where I imagine she forgets what she's so sad about, or curses Evan out instead, which, if it were me, is what I would be doing. I can't understand why any person is really worth this much anguish, especially ones that don't wash their hair.

“Ah, Shell,” Jen mutters under her breath, “he’s just a stupid fucking boy, enough already.” 

The brilliant sunlight of early May streaks through the windows and over the pages of our textbooks and notebooks strewn all over the carpet. With the summer exams approaching I have accepted that it’s going to be like this all month, study, revising, shovelling snacks into our mouths and then studying some more until our eyes feel like shrivelled little raisins in their sockets. But I have nowhere else to be these days, so I am happy to spend them on my stomach in the sun with Jen, writing flashcards and highlighting entire pages about chemical erosion and igneous rock.

“Did you see him at school this week?” I ask around the pen jammed between my teeth. 

“Who? Evan?”

“Yep.”

“Unfortunately. With Carlie.”

“Oh, crazy. He moved on quickly.”

She tuts and shakes her head in disgust, “He’s horrible. He has no shame, full on knowing that Michelle can see him shoving his foul slug tongue into Carlie’s mouth, in broad daylight.”

“Mm, nothing good ever happens in broad daylight, does it?”

 There is a bang, crash and wallop as Michelle comes down the stairs and straight into the room. I steel myself defensively, waiting for, I don't know what, maybe for her to start giving out to me or screaming that I need to get the hell out, not that she’s done that yet, but there’s always a chance. I bet she would if she was feeling crazy enough.

But maybe we've caught her at a good time, because instead she looks startled to see me, while also appearing different, more vulnerable than I'm used to seeing her now that the makeup she usually rings her eyes with is absent for the first time since she was about fourteen. It feels risky to look directly in her eyes, but I can't really help myself. It's like some layer has been peeled away, and she's the girl who used to be my friend.

“Um,” she utters, voice cracked and hoarse from crying, and drags the heel of her hand beneath her still dripping nose, “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I can go.”

She hesitates. 

“Let him stay,” Jen grumbles, “He’s just studying, he’s not going to bite you, is he?” 

“Okay,” Michelle says in a voice just above a whisper, and hovers there for another few moments as Jen goes back to flipping through her geography book, no doubt taking nothing in.

“Did you need something?”

“Not really.”

“Alright.”

Flip.

Flip.

Michelle gently clears her throat, “Is it… is it for the summer exams? All the study, like.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll probably fail mine,” a feeble laugh, “and dad will be thrilled with me.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand, given the circumstances.”

“I don’t think so,” she comes a bit closer, her stockinged feet padding over the carpet, and I don’t move a muscle as she approaches us, afraid to make a nuisance of myself. She perches on the edge of the sofa and folds her hands in her lap. “I think I should probably study,” she comments absently.

“If you want to,” Jen says. 

“I have so much work to catch up on…”

“Well,” Jen spreads out her fingers and gestures to the mess of paper and books on the floor like she’s presenting a gourmet meal, “you’re welcome to join us any time, babe.”

I sense Michelle’s eyes on me but I deliberately keep mine fixed on my book. The last thing I want to do is put her off the idea and then, God knows, get blamed for any and all fail grades she ends up getting.

“Hm, maybe,” she says, and leans to pluck at the corner of one of the English book covers, “I honestly know nothing, I can’t remember any of King Lear, never mind the poetry…”

“All that Shakespeare stuff is Jude’s domain, actually all of it is his, I'm clearly the idiot in the room…”

I pipe up sheepishly, “If you need help going through stuff, you know, I can, but if not it’s obviously fine too.”

“Hm,” she says, and slides to the floor with us, “Maybe. I’ll see.”

Jen gives me a secret smirk. “She'll see,” she mouths, and just like the sneaky wink she follows it with, I have absolutely no idea what she means.

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