#randomly replies to this nearly two years later lol

[herstoriies]

What a pleasant surprise this was not Dr. Stanley.

Mr. Martin. Right. That's still taking some getting used to. -- Wait. Blast! Didn't you sign aboard as William Mark?

"How wonderful to meet you, too, Dr. Goodsir! -- Please. Call me William." Priscilla added grinning back, hoping it would distract from the folly. Martin was close enough to Mark. Right? She couldn't have been seen through already? Haberdashery! Act natural. She gladly accepted Goodsir's handshake firmly, no need to suddenly feel self-conscious now how small her hand was in comparison to his.

“Ah, yes. Perhaps. In Greenhithe?” They did meet before. A vague hint to that Spring day the daguerreotypes were taken for the Expedition, thanks to Lady Franklin. That day indeed, Priscilla looked very different with her blonde ringlets, bonnet and parasol, and favourite periwinkle dress.

"Suppose we'll be seeing one another more often then! I'll be joining as a medical assistant's mate." or was it assistant surgeon's mate? "Though I've yet to officially meet Dr. Stanley. --" she adds, trying to clear the air, "It's all very exciting."

❝ i’m supposed to meet Dr. Stanley here. any chance that’s you? ❞ - either Priscilla or "William Martin" be this their first intro or second, your call!

Harry, who had already arrived and was setting up his work area in preparation for the expedition, briefly paused at the approach of a young lad—a familiar one, truth be told, and it took him a moment to fully grasp the novelty of what he was seeing before him. He blinked several times and gave a gentle smile at the newcomer.

“Dr. Stanley? Oh, Heavens no,” he greeted warmly, “I am an assistant surgeon, Henry Goodsir. It’s a pleasure, Mr. Martin.” Harry offered a handshake as he studied “Martin’s” features, quite certain they were those of a young woman.

“Though I believe we’ve surely met once before,” he added, keen eyes still friendly but no less sharply observant. There was a soft but pointed feeling left hanging in the air between them; neither aggressive nor unkind, but mildly incredulous.

[babybluebex]

desperate hearts (and bodies) [sebastian stan] NSFW!!

➽ pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 2.5k ➽ summary: while watching his new movie, sebastian makes a deal with you: you’ll watch the movie until the credits roll, or else.   ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, fingering (f!receiving), teasing, slight dom!seb ➽ a/n: i have no logical explanation for this, so just have it lol​

It took a lot of convincing to have Sebastian watch one of his movies. He hated seeing himself work and, ever the perfectionist, found apparent flaws in his performance that neither the director nor editors had “managed” to find. He was against it at first, but, when I told him that I was too scared to watch his new movie The Covenant alone, he agreed. This man was such a pushover. We had known each other since high school when we paired together as scene partners for our school’s drama department. Seb was a senior when I was a freshman and we always got along, albeit at a casual distance. It wasn’t until we were in college together and I was randomly assigned him as a student mentor that we grew close, eventually kissing and fucking and revealing our long-boiling feelings. 

We had been together for nearly two years by this point, and I had seen him through every single professional role. When we reunited, he had just had a small role on Law and Order, and he had only gone up from there. The Covenant was the first horror-type movie he had ever done, and I had gotten a basic-enough synopsis from him for me to avoid it. However, being the dutiful girlfriend that I was, I wanted to support him and watch it, and that’s where the begging came in. 

Sebastian was a pushover. One hell of a pushover. I usually had to pout and he gave in to me, but watching his own movie came at a larger price, not that I minded it. As we sat down to watch the movie, my knees still ached from our earlier “negotiation”, and Sebastian grabbed my legs and hauled them into his lap. He clicked his tongue a few times, then said, “Baby girl, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“It doesn’t hurt,” I shrugged, but winced when he pressed a finger into the red patches. 

“Right,” he said with a smile. “And I’m the Queen of England.” 

“Put on the movie, would ya?” I chuckled. “Shut your mouth.” 

“You love my mouth,” Sebastian teased, tickling my thighs, and I sighed. 

“I do, but it’s annoying sometimes,” I said, and I kissed my finger and pressed it to his bottom lip. “Movie. Please?” 

The moment he came on screen, I felt a familiar heat in my stomach. He was a piece of shit high school guy in this movie, but he was so insanely hot. The female characters were falling all over him, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t share the affection. “Aww, look at you,” I cooed, leaning over to tickle his chin. “Little teenage dirtbag Seba.” 

“Is this why you wanted to watch this?” Sebastian laughed, smacking my hands away. “To make fun of me the whole time?” 

“No,” I said. “I want to support you, damn it. I just have the privilege of making fun of you.”

Sebastian sighed, playing shaking his head, and he whispered, “You’re gonna kill me, woman.” 

“I sure hope not,” I said, turning my attention back to the screen for a moment. “But it looks like Pogue might. What the hell kinda name is Pogue anyway?” 

“I wish I knew,” Sebastian shrugged. “Oh, she was nice, though,” he added, pointing at the blonde girl on screen. “Really sweet. Said you were pretty.” 

“You showed her a picture of me?” I asked. 

“Well, not intentionally,” Sebastian said. “I was using a Polaroid of you as a bookmark and she handed me my book at one point in the makeup trailer and asked and… You know I love talking about you. I had to indulge her.” 

“You keep getting better everyday,” I told him with a smile. 

“You too, baby girl,” he said. “I’m getting a beer. You want one?” 

“Nah,” I said. “But if it comes with a tall Romanian, I might have to rethink that.” 

“Two beers, coming up,” Sebastian said, sitting up to go. Before he fully stood up, though, he tugged me close and kissed me slowly. His kisses were to die for, and I would never grow tired of them. His tongue dipped into my mouth and his hand began to inch my shirt up, but I grabbed his wrist quickly. 

“Stop trying to distract me, Seb,” I whispered, biting his plush bottom lip. “We’re watching this movie.” 

“Fuck,” Sebastian hissed, and I released his lip. “Thought I had you there.” 

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” I told him as he stood up. I watched him as he walked to the kitchen, pulling his jeans back up his hips, and I couldn’t help but admire his ass. Even in high school, Sebastian had a nice body, and it had only gotten better with age and time. I turned my attention back to the movie, and Sebastian quickly returned with our drinks. I took a sip of mine before settling fully into his lap, and his arms went around my waist. “Okay, hold on, I’m confused,” I said quickly. “So those four guys are, like, witches? Wizards? Can guys be witches? Anyway, there’s four of them, but they sense a disturbance in the Force?” 

Sebastian laughed deep in his chest. “I mean, pretty much,” he said. “You’ve got it.” 

“Chase is the fifth power,” I said quickly. “I’m calling it right now.” 

“Woah, hold on, what makes you think I’m the bad guy?” Sebastian asked with a quirk of his lips. 

“I just know, man,” I said, taking another drink. “I know how these movies work, and you’re super hot-- more than the leads, actually-- and you’re a new guy. The bigger twist would be if he isn’t the fifth power.” 

Sebastian hummed for a moment, then he sighed and mumbled, “Fuck me, you’re good at this.”

I gave a victory laugh and kissed his cheek, and he sucked his teeth in fake annoyance. “You’re way too smart for this, I’m never watching any movies with you again,” Sebastian grumbled. 

“Aww, Seba, don’t be like that,” I pouted. “I still wanna watch this.” 

“Fuck!” Sebastian huffed and threw his arms in defeat. “What do I have to do to turn this movie off?” 

“You said that I’d have to suck your dick and we’d watch this movie,” I began. “And I did, and I did it good. So, we are watching the movie until the goddamn credits roll.” 

“Mmhmm,” Sebastian grumbled, drinking his beer. “Alright then. Until the credits roll.” 

Sebastian put his drink down a few minutes later, his hands slotting between my thighs. His hands were always freezing and it was a usual thing for him to warm his hands on some part of me; sometimes, it was under my arm or on my tits. Today, it seemed, was between my thighs. His thumb stroked my skin in slow and languid motions, and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was innocent. He gave a sigh from his plump, pink lips, and he leaned his head on my shoulder, his eyes stuck to the TV screen. My fingers threaded through his hair absently as I watched Chase and the other witches go about their high school antics, and a familiar pressure grew between my thighs when the camera moved into a locker room. Sebastian was there, his shirt undone and his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and I gave a small gasp. 

“Everything alright?” Sebastian whispered in my ear, giving it a delicate kiss. “You seem a little shaken up.” 

“I’m good,” I replied. “Just… Your hands are fucking cold, man.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian chuckled. “It’s a curse, baby girl. But you seem… I don’t wanna say it because I don’t think you deserve the satisfaction, but… Are you turned on?”

I shrugged. It was embarrassing as hell that I was turned on by Sebastian in a movie, especially when I was sitting in his lap. “You know I love your abs,” I mumbled, picking at the label on my beer bottle. 

“So that’s a yes?” Sebastian hummed. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his thumb moving just a bit higher up my thigh. “Just the sight of me gets you all hot, huh? I don’t even have to be doing anything.” 

“Seb--” I began, but his lips attached to the spot on my neck that we both knew was my weakness. He gave it a few gentle nips with his front teeth, then soothed the sting with his tongue, and I clenched my teeth together to control my noises. His hand went higher and higher still until it reached the hem of my panties, and he slowly pushed his fingers into it. He was quiet and gentle as his hand moved, continuing to kiss my sweet spot as his palm pressed against my heat. The heel of his hand was right against my clit, just barely making enough contact, and I wriggled helplessly to get him where I wanted him. 

“Watch the movie, baby girl,” Sebastian whispered, his voice low and rumbling. “You’ll miss something important.” 

I groaned softly. “Sebastian,” I mumbled. “Please, love--” 

“Please what?” Sebastian whispered. “What do you want, baby girl?” 

“Touch me,” I panted softly. “Please.”

“You said we were going to watch this movie until the credits roll,” Sebastian said slowly. “I’ve already seen it-- fuck, I’m one of the leads--” My legs tightened at his words, trapping his hand against my wet heat, and he laughed. “So, you’re gonna watch this movie. The entire thing. And you’re not gonna worry about what I’m doing. Alright?” 

I nodded, fixing my gaze on the screen once more. I didn’t expect him to push on as quickly as he did, but he ground his hand against my sensitive clit almost the moment I agreed. I gasped in surprise and I felt Sebastian smile against my neck as he continued to kiss my weakest spot, and he whispered, “Goddamn, baby. So wet for me.” 

His fingers nudged me open and the tip of his middle finger began to press into me. He was moving just too slow and it was annoying the hell out of me, and I lifted my hips to have his finger in deep. “Oh, no,” Sebastian whispered, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t do that. Just relax, baby.” 

“Seb--” I whined hopelessly. I knew that, no matter how much I begged, he was ultimately going to do what he wanted. He was an ass that way. “Please, babe.” 

“Please what?” Sebastian said, dragging his teeth along my neck. 

“More,” I whimpered. I was so fucking pathetic, but Sebastian just did something to me. No matter what, he could break me down to a crying, begging mess of a girl. 

“More?” Sebastian repeated. “Like this?” He added his ring finger with excruciatingly slow speed, and his thumb came to rest on my clit at the same time. My thighs quivered at the feel of his cool rings on my wet and tender skin, and I whined high in my throat. “Oh, so good, baby girl. Taking my fingers like this, such a good little whore.” 

For a moment, I dared to look away from the television in favor of my boyfriend, and I found his steel-blue eyes locked on my face. A single dark eyebrow quirked, and he said, “You just can’t follow rules, can you?” Then, seeing my flushed face and bitten lips, clicked his tongue and cooed. “Aw. Want me to fuck you stupid, baby? Doesn’t seem like that’ll take too long.” 

“Seb,” I breathed. “Just…” I flexed my hips, hoping that he understood, and he gave me a devilish smile.

“This is the good part,” Sebastian whispered in my ear, and his fingers began a slow and steady pace. “Watch it, baby girl.” 

My entire body was burning hot, and I squirmed in Sebastian’s arms. He was on screen, his eyes tinted fully black as he pinned one of the boys to the floor, and I felt a spasm of lightening in my stomach when his fingers finally found that spot inside of me. I jostled in his lap and bit back my moan, and he gave a little huff. “How bad do you want it?” He whispered. “Bad enough to beg for it?” 

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, Seb, please, fuck me. I need you so bad, please, please, Seb.” 

Sebastian groaned deep in his chest, and his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin, surely leaving a mark, and he dragged his fingers in and out of my wet heat. “Look at that,” Sebastian whispered as Chase landed a kiss on his opponent’s cheek. “I am the bad guy. You were right. How are you so fucking smart, baby?” 

“I know you,” I said, my cheeks burning with his praise. “You wouldn’t play a good guy.” 

“Ah,” Sebastian sighed. “I knew you were smart. Now, be a good girl for me and come all over my fingers. I know how bad you want to. Maybe, if you keep being so good for me…” His lips brushed my ear before he gave me a soft kiss on my hot cheek. “I’ll let you come on my cock later.” 

Sebastian’s thumb made fast circles around my throbbing clit as I tried to do as he told me and watch the movie, but I was completely distracted. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, and the thought of having him fuck me while his movie played was enough for me to shout “Seb!” and make a mess on his fingers. My thighs trembled as Sebastian shushed me comfortingly, and he pushed my hair aside and cradled my face in his free hand. “Oh, good girl,” he whispered softly. “So, so good for me, baby. Are you feeling better now?” 

I nodded and swallowed thickly, my throat dry and tight. Sebastian brushed his lips against mine warmly, and he finally pulled his fingers from my throbbing cunt. The room was dark, only the television giving any light, but I still saw his fingers glistening in the light. He handed me his beer with his free hand and, before I could say anything, popped his fingers in his mouth. I watched him for a moment before taking a drink; even though the beer was a little warm, it helped soothe my throat. “Thanks,” I said softly. 

“Mm,” Sebastian hummed around his fingers, then pulled them out. “For what, baby? You know I like making you feel good.” 

“I don’t know,” I said. “I just always like to thank you.” 

“No need for that,” Sebastian said. “I know you appreciate it.” There was a pause, and then he groaned. “Fuck, c’mon! You guessed the twist in the first ten minutes!”

“It’s--!” I started. “It’s a PG-13 horror movie! These things are formulaic! You-- You aggravate me. Good thing you’re cute.” 

“Or what?” Sebastian laughed. “You’d dump me?” 

“Maybe not dump you,” I shrugged. “But I certainly wouldn’t let you fingerblast me while we watched a movie.” 

Sebastian laughed, his eyes crinkling up, and he said, “God, you act like there wasn’t any romance.”

I scoffed. “Was there?”

“Oh, baby girl,” Sebastian chuckled. He pulled me back into his lap, my thighs straddling his waist, and he kissed me hard, his tongue dipping into my mouth. “I’ll show you fucking romantic I can be.” 

[hopewritcs]

the prodigal sister. four.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.7k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: okay so i realized that i was calling the tps chapters parts when i was organizing stuff and now i’ve decided that i’m going to use the term chapter for here too.  i don’t think anyone but me noticed but it bugged me lol.  and here’s part four!  here you get introduced to hopper in the fic, and another night at the arcade! 

other chapters: masterlist

tps tag list: @irreleventmoonchild, @rockyrocket15, @the-fae-child, @bucky4cap45, @pinklyrium  ( most of the tags seem to be broken so, if u wanna be added/readded to the tag list just let me know ! )

It was a cold midwestern mid-January morning the next morning when Y/N woke up.  For the local Hawkins school it was already the beginning of the semester, but back at her boarding school in California, the semester didn’t begin until the beginning of February.  So now, switching schools, she’d have to play catch up.  

Which is why, when her mother insisted upon taking Y/N along to work with her ( Joyce was still worried about anything happening if any of her kids were home alone, and Y/N had seen the slight hint of panic in her mother’s eyes and agreed to go with her ), they stopped at the school and grabbed a packet of what she missed at school.  So the scene that Chief Hopper walked into at Melvald’s--Joyce stickering the discounted items and Y/N sitting on a metal stool behind one of the registers, a textbook propped in her lap--confused him briefly, before he remembered that Joyce had three kids.  This must be her daughter.  

When Hopper cleared his throat both of the Byers women looked up from what they were working on and, at the same time, waved to Hopper.  

“Hey Hop, what do you need?”  Joyce asked, putting down the sticker gun and walking back over toward her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulders, “This is Y/N, my daughter.  I don’t think you’ve ever met her.”  

Y/N extended her hand and looked at Hopper with a bright smile, “Hey, good to meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”  

Hopper had made his way to where the women stood, taking Y/N’s extended hand and shaking it slowly as he looked between the two.  A quick flutter went through his chest which he pushed down as he shook his head and spoke again, “A lot?” 

“They told me about everything.”  Y/N explained, head going back down to the textbook in her lap as she carefully looked up to the chief of police to watch his reaction.  

“Are we just going to tell everyone now?”  Jim quietly exclaimed, knowing he could have been louder ( angrier ) in the nearly empty store.  He was just worried that the more people who knew about everything would mean more people who could hurt Jane.  And they were all still recovering from what happened at the lab back in November.  “Where’s Melvald?  Let’s let him in too in case you need to take off randomly!”  He knew it was a bit of an overreaction, but it was his protective instincts kicking in.  

“She’s not just anyone, Hop.  She’s my daughter.”  Joyce replied defensively, putting her hands on her hips.  

“So?” 

“So?!” 

“She’s sitting right here, she can hear you.”  Y/N said, not taking her eyes off of the paragraph she’d intended to read ( even if she wasn’t entirely focused on the context of the words in front of her at the moment ) when she spoke.  “You can’t expect them to hide the whole reason why apparently everyone spent some time thinking that Will might be dead.  Finding that shit out is kind of a big deal.  I mean, my dad hid that shit from me for a whole fucking year pretty much.”  Y/N’s eyebrows shot up as she spoke the last bit, finally looking over at the man across the counter.  

“Language.”  Joyce muttered to herself, shaking her head.  She turned her attention away from her daughter to look over at Hopper with a tight lipped smile.  “She’s staying here from now on.  She needed to know.”

“Fine.”  Hopper grumbled after a couple of moments of silence with ( what he thought was a scarily similar ) look from both Joyce and Y/N.  

After a couple more moments, everyone seemed satisfied and Joyce and Hopper moved back over to one of the shelves as Y/N continued to work on the homework she had.  

A couple of days later at home, the kids were in the living room all working on their respective homework before heading out to their nightly activities.  Jonathan and Nancy were going out--Jonathan complaining about the fact that Nancy was dragging him to some party under his breath--while Will and Y/N were going to go to the arcade with the kids.  Will didn’t even complain, because Y/N had said she wanted to try for a high score on “that Dig Dug game”.  

After the third time Jonathan grumbled to himself, Y/N nudged his shoulder and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, “This is what happens when you date a popular girl, Jon.  She’s got to go to these things with her friends and she wants you to go too because she loves you.”  Y/N sing-songed the word love, dragging it out for s couple of notes with a bit of a chuckle both from herself and from Will on her other side, sitting in the chair.  

“Yeah, well she knows I don’t like these parties.”  Jonathan scrunched his face up as he crossed something off on his notebook paper before writing again.  

“Just bring your camera and take pictures if she wanders off with her friends.”  Y/N shrugged, going back to her work.  The good thing about switching schools was that, in some cases, she was ahead in the work.  In California she had already read the play the English class was working on, so she didn’t need to do much except for answer the questions on the reading sheets she’d gotten.  

“That’s not a bad idea, I guess.”  Jonathan muttered under his breath.  

“What was that?  Sorry, I couldn’t hear you!” as if to emphasize her point, she cupped one of her hands around her ear as she continued to speak, “Did you say that was a good idea?”  she was teasing him, a grin across her lips as she turned to look at Jonathan who just pursed his lips.  “Aw come on!”  She dropped her hand back down to her sides and looked at her brother.  

Eventually, after a couple of minutes of the pair just staring at each other, Jonathan broke and he smiled back at his sister which seemed to make her happy and she went back to her work.  She felt like in the short week it had been since she’d gotten home at first, that she was finally reconnecting with her siblings again.  

And her heart tugged in her chest.  She hated that she’d missed out on the big stuff, sure.  But it was the little things too, teasing Jonathan or taking Will around town, that she missed even more.  

When she’d think of going home ever, it was these kinds of moments that she thought about.  Sitting in the living room, doing homework.  Nothing major happening.  

Being true to his word, Steve did call the Byers house and let Joyce, who had picked up the phone, know that he would be by in a couple of minutes for Y/N and Will.  Of course, Y/N seemed to think it was a bit ridiculous, but wasn’t going to argue.  She’d take riding in a car with a heater than walking in the cold air any day.  

She and Will stood outside, waiting for the car to pull up and when it did, Y/N watched as Dustin grumpily got out of the passengers seat and left the door open before heading into the back and keeping the door open for Will.  

“I don’t get why she gets the front seat.  You picked me up first, Steve!”  Dustin’s shout could be heard from halfway up the driveway as Y/N and Will made their way to the car.  Y/N turned to look at Will with raised eyebrows who just replied with a shrug as he got into the car and closed the door.  

“Because she’s older and your friend’s in the backseat.  Shut up, Dustin.”  Steve exclaimed back as Y/N got into the car and he drove off to the arcade.  

“But I was first!”  Dustin said a couple of minutes later after the silence, save for the radio playing, got the better of him.  

“Not on the planet.”  Y/N said, turning to look back at him with a grin, showing him that her comment was simply teasing.  “Anyway, we just got the word that I’ll be going to school with you guys on Monday.”  Y/N said, turning back to the front and looking over at Steve.  

“Cool.  Do you have your schedule yet?”  he asked, glancing at her as he continued to keep his focus on the road in front of him.  

Y/N shook her head, “Nah, I gotta pick it up that morning from the principal’s office.  But I have all the homework I missed from the core classes already, I guess it just depends on what electives they give me.”  

“I guess I’ll see you on Monday, then.  What grade are you in?”  

“Junior, with Jonathan and Nancy.  I skipped ahead a year back in middle school.”  

“You skipped a grade?”  Dustin exclaimed from the backseat and leaned forward to look at Will’s sister.  

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it’s not a big deal.  I think the principal and guidance counsellor’s words were that she’s not being challenged to the best extent in this grade, she’s already finished all the English and History work for the next month from the syllabus.”  She explained, doing her best to make her voice a bit deeper when she explained what the school authority figures had said to her.  It had been just a year after her leaving Hawkins too, her parents splitting up when she was just moving into middle school.  

“I didn’t know that.  Does Jonathan know?”  Will asked, his head tilted to the side as he asked, looking at his sister’s reflection in the rearview mirror.  

Y/N shrugged,  “I think I told him in one of the letters we used to write.” 

“That’s cool that you skipped a grade.”  Dustin hummed, grinning.  

“It’s not that big of a deal, really.  I’m not like, super smart.  I’ve got a good memory though.”  Y/N explained shyly, turning her attention out the window as they pulled up to the arcade.  

Their arrival seemed to signal the end of the conversation as the kids immediately got out of the car before Steve even pulled the key out of the ignition and ran to meet the rest of the party inside the arcade.  

Steve turned to look at Y/N, “Are you gonna go in with them?”

Y/N nodded, “Yup.  I’m either going home with the high score on that one game, or I’ll finish this book.”  she explained, pulling the book she’d brought with her out of her bag and shrugged.  

“Okay.  Cool.  I’ll come in too.”  Steve said, flipping his keys in his hands and then putting them in the pocket of his jacket.  Before Y/N could even ask why, he was already out of the car and headed for the door.  

Y/N got out too, closing the door gently and heading toward the door of the arcade when she heard the loud sounds of AC/DC blasting down the otherwise quiet Hawkins street.  She turned her head and watched as a camaro pulled up to a quick and screeching halt in front of her, the redheaded Max getting out of the car holding tightly to her skateboard.  She gave a half wave to Y/N before turning back and flipping off her step-brother and making her way inside the arcade.  

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”  Billy called, leaning out of the driver’s side window and looking at her, his hair falling into his eyes as he did so.  Y/N just crossed her arms against her chest and gestured with her head to the arcade, where all the kids were standing inside, looking out the window at the scene.  A look crossed Billy’s features and he nodded his head.  “Right.  Byers.  Forgot.”  he tapped his hand on the side of his car, the other still holding tightly to the wheel.  “So you actually hang out with the kids?  What are you babysitting them?”  He scoffed, shaking his head and turning to look at the arcade for a brief moment before looking back at her.  “And with Steve Harrington?  Seriously?”  

“I’m not babysitting, Billy.  I’m hanging out with my brother, which I happen to enjoy.  I’m sure that you don’t feel the same way about your step-sister, but some of us like our siblings.”  Y/N replied with a quick glance toward the arcade and flashing everyone a smile.  She didn’t understand why they all hated Billy.  Sure, the Billy she knew back in California could have been a jerk too.  He typically played with girls.  But she was having a hard time putting the Billy she knew together with the Billy they’d all described and told her about her first night home.  

“It’s an arcade, Y/N.  That’s not fun.”  

“Maybe not if you suck at video games.  Is that your problem, Billy?  Your kid sister is better than you at video games?”  her tone was completely joking, a grin across her face and a giggle passing her lips as she spoke.  

Billy just shook his head.  He almost wanted to bite back a comment at her, but he’d known her for a couple of years, and he knew that she wasn’t saying that to press his buttons but to joke with him.  He almost missed California more in that moment, where he felt more relaxed.  He looked at her, a simple, “Shut up, Y/N.”  as his reply.  

They both stayed in their spots quietly for a moment,  Y/N’s hands having dropped to her sides, but one of them holding tightly to the band of her purse and Billy looking more relaxed than he had been when he showed up to drop Max off at the arcade.  

“I’ve got to go.  I’ve got a date.”  Billy said after another couple of moments, turning to look at the clock on his dashboard and then look back at Y/N.  

“I’ve got kids to babysit.”  she laughed, rolling her eyes as she used what Billy had called it a moment before.  She took a couple of steps away from the two cars and headed for the arcade door, where she watched from the corner of her eyes as everyone moved quickly so they weren’t standing right at the windowed front of the shop as if they hadn’t been eavesdropping.  A chuckle, more air than sound, came from her as she turned back to look at Billy, still not having moved from leaning out of his camaro.  “I’ll see you at school on Monday, Hargrove.”  

“See ya Byers.”  

As she waved, Billy’s car engine revved as he sped off down the road, the song switching to another AC/DC track.  Y/N watched for a moment as the car was quickly out of her sight of vision as she turned to go into the arcade.  

“Will said you knew Billy but I didn’t believe him.”  Came Dustin’s comment, not looking up from the game they group had begun to play.  

“Yeah, how do you know my step-brother?”  Max asked, looking up at Y/N with a confused look.  

“He went to school around the boarding school in California.  He was friends with some guys from our brother school and he knew my roommate last year.”  Y/N explained with a shrug of her shoulders.  

“Hargrove’s trouble.”  Steve said from her left, and she turned to look at him.  “‘m just saying.”  Steve held up his hands defensively, shrugging his shoulders.  

“Billy’s fine.  I can be friends with whoever I want to be friends with, guys.  Don’t make this into a big thing.”  Y/N sighed, sitting up on one of the tables around the machines and shaking her head.  She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation again.  

“We’re just looking out for you.”  Will said quietly, offering his sister a smile.

“Yeah, Billy’s a dick.”  Lucas interjected.

“He beat the shit out of Steve, remember!”  Dustin said, finally his attention on the conversation as the game he’d been playing had been lost.

“I could have taken him.”

“Sure buddy.  How many fights have you actually won, again?”  

Y/N rolled her eyes and listened to the conversation they were having before turning her own head and grabbing the book from her bag and letting the rest of them move off of the topic on their own.  

[halloweennut]

Idk which AU/circumstances it works best in, but the image of Draxum giving Splinter a foot or back massage randomly popped into my mind the other day. Given Splinter's age plus all the extra exercise he's doing in order to train his sons, I'm sure he gets plenty of bad aches/sore muscles (probably did when he was Lou too, with all those Nexus fights). Splints is a bit embarrassed at first, but slowly melts under Draxum's skilled touch, even if he won't admit how nice the massage feels

(I’m gonna go Truce AU because its been a while lol, also damn dude sorry for not getting to this sooner)

Splinter’s shoulders ached. Deep, resonating pain made his shoulders tense and sore, and straightening them and his back made it worse. He was horrifically out of practice when it came to training, and training had been taking up a majority of his time these days. It was for his and his sons’ own benefit at the very least, but Splinter felt slightly jealous of their youth and ability to bounce back from pain.

Placing a hand on his lower back, he attempted to stretch the sore muscles as he made his way from the main atrium to the living room, ready to stretch out on his chair, take some pain meds, and hope that relaxing while watching something mindless would help the muscles unclench. Stretching more would have helped, but he was exhausted - that and lounging lazily had almost always helped when he was younger. As he got older, outside helped always, well, helped, but it wasn’t like he could easily go to a massage therapist now. The only other person he could go to he would never let touch him again. 

Draxum, to his benefit, had always been good at untangling knots and finding the right pressure points that turned his muscles and himself into putty after a particularly rough fight at Nexus. Anything and everything that happened afterwards also helped. 

Turning his mind away from such things, especially since Draxum was feet away and Splinter felt his eyes on him as he left, Splinter scrounged his cabinet for a bottle of ibuprofen. This proved difficult, as anytime he reached above his head, his shoulder would spasm until he wrenched back his hand. He hissed a curse as his short legs. 

“Your shoulders always tense up after doing a suplex,” Draxum said from the doorway. “Plus half of what we practiced today.”

Splinter nearly jumped out of his skin, and turned to face Draxum with a scowl. “Maybe so. Maybe it isn’t my shoulders. Maybe it’s my head.”

The lie was weak. Draxum rolled his eyes. “I know how you hold your shoulders when they hurt, Splinter. It is different from how you hold them when you have a headache.”

“You should know, being the cause of half of them,” Splinter snipped. “Do me a favor and grab me the bottle and then leave.”

Draxum walked over and reached over Splinter’s head, grabbing the bottle and dropping into Splinter’s expectant waiting hand. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ and took two, placing the bottle back on a lower shelf. He shuffled over to his chair, using the dredges of cold tea from earlier that morning to take the pills. Draxum made no move to leave. 

“Don’t you have something better to - ach!” Splinter had turned his head to look at him, but the motion only hurt his shoulder. “Better to do?”

“Not at this moment,” Draxum shook his head. “Sit down.”

“You are not touching me, Draxum,” he hissed in reply. He’d live with the pain.

“Don’t be so stubborn. Unless you don’t want to be able to train tomorrow,” Draxum replied, crossing his arms. Splinter scowled, and let out a noise of disgust and concession, sitting on the ottoman next to his armchair. 

“Fine. But make it quick.”   

He didn’t turn to look at Draxum, only hearing him approach and kneel down behind him. Splinter tried not to tense as he felt his hands start to knead at his shoulders, thumbs pressing into the space between shoulder blade and spine. A few gentle prods later and he located the knots and pressed harder, but still gently so, just as he had years before. It was just as Splinter remembered, and much to his chagrin, he felt himself start to relax, muscles finally starting to unwind. 

He would never admit it ever again, but god it felt good. Splinter swallowed his pride for a moment, and let himself lean into the touches, slowly melting as each muscle popped and untangled. He was almost disappointed when Draxum pulled his hands away - how long had they sat like that? Splinter couldn’t tell, but moving his shoulders didn’t make him want to scream, rolling them with a relieved sigh. 

“There,” Draxum said behind him. “All done. Should you need me again, you know where I’ll be.”

“Thank you,” Splinter barely spared him a glance, gingerly rubbing his shoulder. “I’ll...I’ll keep that in mind.”

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Sorry but I couldn't help myself lol, but I was wondering if you could do a nevada imagine where a young college student who is what you would call a wholesome good girl but decides one night to cut loose and gets a lot more than she bargained for when she steps into one of his clubs ;)

When you’d originally decided to allow the university to randomly pair you with a roommate for your junior year, you thought it would serve as an opportunity to be spontaneous. To be open to the idea of making a new friend without meticulously stalking them on Facebook in attempts to find some common ground before actually meeting them. To get to know someone the old-fashioned way-- before the age of social media-- where you would actually engage in conversation and spend time with them. Of course when you’d made this decision you hadn’t taken into account that the college would pair you with someone who was so radically different from you.

You were what most people would call a “good girl”-- someone who took pride in her academic career, who would rather stay in on a Saturday night to study rather than get drunk with sloppy frat boys. Trisha, your roommate, on the other hand was what most referred to as a “party girl.” She was always going out on the weekends, and she always came back with an incredibly riveting story. A few times, she’d even invited you to come out with her, but you always had an excuse. Not tonight.

“You’re coming out with me.” It wasn’t a question, and you arched a brow as she combed through your side of the closet in search of an appropriate outfit.

“I don’t know--”

“Y/N, seriously, we’re in college. No one says you have to drink yourself stupid every weekend, but you should have some fun every once in awhile,” she replied, moving towards her own closet, picking out a white mini dress and holding it up to you. She smirked and nodded her head. “Put this on, I’ll do your makeup.”

“Do I just wear this with jeans or…”

“What? No, girl, it’s a mini dress. You wear it by itself, and you’ll look hot,” she answered.

You bit your bottom lip, and slowly changed into the dress, tugging the hem down, but only resulting in exposing more of your cleavage in doing so.

“It’s too small,” you mumbled as Trisha began to brush your hair, and straighten it.

“No, that’s how it’s supposed to look. I was right too, your ass looks amazing in it,” she replied with a proud grin. She made your makeup minimal, almost natural looking and smiled at her handiwork. “Perfect. Let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“A new club uptown,” she replied.

You had a bad feeling about this, and you made sure to let Trisha know, but of course she waved you off, once again insisting that you lighten up. Waving down a cab, she pulled you inside and gave the driver the name of the club.

“Just wait. We’ll get there, have a drink, dance, it’ll be fun!”

“I think our definitions of fun differ greatly,” you answered.

“Not tonight. Trust me,” she said. “Just at least give it a chance.”

You nodded your head, and looked out the window as the cab took you both uptown. Way uptown. Was this Washington Heights? How the hell did Trisha even know about this place?

Before you could ask your roommate if she was out of her mind, she got out of the cab, pulling you out behind her. Moving towards the back of the line that was almost halfway down the block, she smiled at you.

“What are we doing in this neighborhood?” you asked quietly.

“It’s supposed to be the hottest new dance club in the city,” she replied excitedly, her eyes shifting from you to something behind you. “Whoa,” she mumbled, and you followed her gaze to a group of men walking down the street. “He is hot,” she whispered.

You assumed she was referring to the man in the middle, clad in dark jeans that clung to his bottom half perfectly, a black button down shirt with the top buttons undone and a black leather jacket that seemed to have been tailored especially for him. His hair was impeccably coiffed and the scruff on his face gave him an air of character, though you did find it pretentious that he was wearing sunglasses despite it being ten o’clock at night.

As the group walked by, the middle man lowered his shades enough to show that his eyes were staring right at you, taking in your appearance for the briefest of moments before he pushed the sunglasses right back to the top of his nose. You saw him say something to the man on his right as they continued towards the entrance of the club, some of the patrons in line calling out to him in friendly greetings. A few seconds later, a man came up to you.

“You two, come with me,” he said. Trisha eagerly followed, towing you behind her while you tried to steady your hammering heart.

It was clear that the two of you didn’t belong. Mr. Leather Jacket had likely expressed as much to his friend, who was now escorting you away from the line. God was he going to kill you both or just put you in a cab and tell you to never come back? It was all very sketchy, especially when he not only led you directly into the club, but into the VIP section, where Mr. Leather Jacket himself sat in the center of a couch on the far wall, women and men alike surrounding him.

Still, despite the mess of people vying for his attention, he settled his gaze on you. The shades were off now, you could see them poking out from the inside of his front jacket pocket, and his arms were stretched on either side of the couch. The way he let his eyes roam over your form made you shiver and the smirk that came over his face had your heart pounding in your chest. You glanced at Trisha, who had already claimed a flute of champagne.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Lighten up, Y/N! Have some champagne,” she replied, handing you a matching glass. “This place is amazing!”

You could feel Leather Jacket’s eyes still on you, but you dared not look over as Trisha clinked her glass against yours. Instinctively, you chugged some of the bubbly drink, making a face when you tasted the alcohol that reminded you it was not sparkling apple cider. With nowhere but the floor to spit it out in, you swallowed, putting down the glass and trying to leave.

When you turned, you nearly ran right into Leather Jacket -- when the hell had he gotten up?

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, trying to walk around him. His arm moved to block your path, hand wrapping around the railing.

“Leaving so soon, mami? You just got here,” he said with that smirk again, and you could feel your heart still pounding against your chest. Faint traces of cigar smoke and cologne met your nostrils, and you swallowed nervously. “You wanna dance?”

“I don’t exactly dance,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Ah si?” he replied, smirking stretching into an amused grin as he took a step toward you, the hand that wasn’t on the railing coming up to settle on your hip. “So, what do you do?”

You were nervous, turning your head to find your roommate but not finding her standing where she had been. Instead she was on the other side of the VIP section, talking and dancing. Her eyes met yours and she gave you a thumbs up.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, and a round of goosebumps broke over your skin as you looked back at him.

“I don’t want to leave my friend,” you answered.

“We won’t go far,” he said. “Te lo judo, mira, we’ll be right up there,” he added, pointing to a blacked out window above the VIP section. Because that wasn’t sketchy.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said, trying to smile politely. He returned your smile, the hand on your hip trailing down to link his fingers with yours.

“Come dance. I’ll lead,” he said, gently pulling you closer to him.

“I…” You looked back at Trisha, who was now in the lap of one of the men on the couch, laughing at something he was saying.

“Are you nervous, mami?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, bringing your attention back to him.

“Honestly, yes.”

“I won’t bite unless you want me to,” he purred, inciting another tremble down your spine. You couldn’t be sure if it was fear, nervousness or the way his skin felt against yours, but one thing you did know was that your dress was doing very little to conceal your body’s reaction to him.

Before you knew what was happening, he was leading you by the hand down to the dance floor. When you reached the center of the crowded floor, he pulled you flush against him, hand resting on the small of your back while the other held your hand. His hips began to shake gracefully, guiding your own with the beat of the salsa music, and your heart began to race. The goosebumps that broke over your skin seemed to permanently embed themselves as he led you in the sensual dance. The smirk on his face was intoxicating, and even if you’d tried you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, which you could now see were a mesmerizing green.

His head dipped until his lips were brushing against your neck as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you answered in a slightly shaky voice.

“That’s a nice name,” he purred.

You were surprised that you could even hear him over the music, but it seemed that nothing else interested you quite like he did. His scent was one that you hoped would remain on your clothing long after the encounter, and his voice was laced in sin and debauchery, which would normally deter you from him, but somehow now only served to draw you in closer.

“What’s yours?” you asked, finding your voice again.

“Nevada,” he said against your ear, his warm breath sending yet another shiver, which this time created a tingle between your legs. “I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood before,” he said.

“I don’t live around here,” you replied, subconsciously tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck.

“No shit,” he said in a chuckle. “You move pretty good for someone who doesn’t dance.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You’re a little stiff though, loosen up,” he added, the hand on the small of your back falling until it was pressed against your backside, mashing your hips against his.

You gasped when you felt his bulge pressing against you and felt your body respond to him. Any other time, you might have pushed him off of you; you’d never been the type of woman to tolerate unwanted attention from any man, but this man was different. You realized that you wanted his attention, all of it.

“So you come here a lot? I heard this club was new,” you said, trying to keep yourself from trembling in his arms.

“You could say that,” he mused with a smirk. “You’re shaking, mami. You cold?” he asked, brushing his nose along your cheek until his mouth was inches from yours. “Want me to keep you warm?”

“Yes,” you heard yourself say. WHAT?!

Smirking, he closed the space between you, his lips taking yours in a slow kiss that built momentum as the hand that wasn’t on your ass brought one of yours between his body and yours, pressing it against his semi. He groaned softly against your mouth as his tongue slid over yours and his free paw gently squeezed your ass cheek. His desires were quite clear, and while normally you would resist these kind of advances, with him it seemed to make you want to be near him all the more. Your opening pulsed, as if beckoning his organ inside even though there was clothing in the way.

His package throbbed as more blood pumped into it, and you moaned against his mouth.

“Should we go somewhere private?” he asked against your lips, and you found yourself nodding.

The next thing you became aware of was the cold air hitting you as he moved away to pull you away from the dance floor, and it was then that you noticed some of the female patrons glaring in your direction. You allowed Nevada to pull you past the VIP section, up another set of stairs and into an office that overlooked the club. Suddenly your predicament seemed to really hit you-- alone in an office with a virtual stranger, and one who seemed to effortlessly get you to make decisions you wouldn’t normally make.

“Is it okay that we’re in here? I don’t want to get in trouble,” you said as he went to the bottles of liquor behind the desk and poured you both a glass of amber liquid.

He looked over his shoulder to smile at you, settling the bottle back in its place before he walked back towards you and held out one of the glasses.

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” he replied, winking at you.

There was a knock on the door, and he glanced in its direction.

“Jefe, some guys out front say they know you--”

“--Tell them I’m busy. Come back another night,” Nevada answered, and the man nodded his head, closing the door as he left to deliver the message.

“Wait, you’re the boss?” you asked.

“That’s right, mami,” he replied, still holding out the glass of liquor. “Drink? Or you wanna skip that and get right down to the business?” he asked, still smirking as he looked you over again.

“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out. It was a lie, but your nerves had taken over and it had come out of your mouth before you had a chance to think too much about it. You were a little taken aback when he arched a brow, chuckling a little.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, taking a step towards you.

“Yes, actually,” you replied, holding your head up. You had already said it and it wasn’t as though you would ever see him again anyway. Might as well stick to your story.

“Coño, that’s a shame,” he mused, looking you over again and licking his lips. “I’d reach places in you that you never even knew existed.”

Your eyes widened, causing him to slowly grin at your reaction before he took a sip from his drink and walked back towards his desk.

“Pero, I don’t do virgins, mami,” he said, his back turned to you.

“Excuse me? You don’t do virgins?”

“No, I don’t need that drama,” he answered with a dismissive wave, putting the glass you hadn’t taken down. He circled the desk, sat in his chair and leaned back as his eyes settled on you again.

“Drama?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.Too bad, I would’ve given you the fuck of your life.”

“You’re operating under the assumption that I was actually going to sleep with you,” you scoffed.

“Don’t bullshit me, mi amor. I know you were wet while we were dancing,” he said, that stupid smirk still planted on his face. “I could smell it on you. I can still smell it on you.”

“That is irrelevant,” you argued, suddenly aware of how much you wished he would press himself against you again. “It doesn’t mean I would’ve slept with you.”

“Oh no?” he challenged. “Then why are you looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk right now? Hm?”

“I’m doing no such thing,” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And regardless, exactly what drama are you even referring to?”

“You know, getting all clingy, wanting to be my girlfriend, all that bullshit,” he answered, still smirking. “All virgins are the same; they make you work to get into their pants, and then they can’t get enough of you, they wanna marry you, all because they finally got some.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” you said.

“I’ve been around the block a few times. Trust me, good cock makes any woman go crazy, but most of all...a virgin,” he replied as his feet came up to rest on his desk.

“That is not true,” you replied. You hadn’t been like that after you’d lost your virginity. Then again you’d been in a long term relationship the first time you’d had sex, but that was beside the point.

“How would you know?” he asked with an all-knowing smirk, as though he already knew the answer, but just wanted to hear you say it. “You’re still a virgin right?” he asked, his lips curling into a grin as he took a sip from his scotch.

Shit. He was on to you.

“I…”

He arched a brow, still smiling and tilting his head as he waited for you to answer. Apparently he got tired of waiting because he rolled his eyes, sighing as he rocked forward in his seat, setting his glass down.

“Mira, mami, I get it--you’re a good girl, you don’t want anybody to think you’re a slut.”

“You seem to know everything,” you mused, setting your untouched glass of scotch on the corner of his desk.

“I can read people pretty well,” he said, looking you over as though he would devour you if you let him, and part of you wanted to let him.

Your eyes drifted down to his lap, bottom lip catching in your teeth, and you heard him snicker. Looking back up at him, you felt your cheeks heating up as he crooked his finger, beckoning you over. You felt your legs move towards him, though your mind was screaming at you to walk out. Once you were standing in front of him, his hands came to rest on your hips as he too stood up, nose mere inches from your form.

“God damn you smell good,” he purred against your jaw. “If you wanna go, you can, mami...but I’m pretty sure you want me just as bad as I want you,” he whispered into your ear.

You didn’t say a word, but you could feel your body reacting, nipples hardening beneath the flimsy dress Trisha had lent you as a tingle settled at your core.

“Am I wrong?” he asked, pulling your hips against his.

“No,” you heard yourself whisper. He grinned at you, moving to press you against his desk. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Let me show how fun the dark side is,” he replied, kissing you again as one hand pushed up the hem of your dress. He groaned against your mouth, fingers curling against your thigh.

Just as your fingers threaded through the hair on the back of his head, he was turning you to face his desk, his lips finding the pulse point on your neck. His hands felt as though the were everywhere; first squeezing your breasts before one drifted down to reach under the skirt of your dress where his fingertips skimmed over the top of your leg. Your body on fire, you pressed back against him, feeling his arousal against your ass and a fresh series of goosebumps broke out over your exposed skin.

You could feel his smirk against your throat just as his hand slid down the front of your panties, pausing just above where you most craved him. You squirmed against him, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“Tell what you want,” he purred against your jaw as his fingers slid over either side of your slit.

You whimpered, trying to move so that his thick fingers would make contact with the wet core of your throbbing sex. “Please! Touch me!”

You felt his smirk against your skin before his digits moved to glide over your seam. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked as he slid one finger inside you and began an in and out rhythm.

You moaned, hips rocking against his onslaught as you dug your short nails into the sleeves of his leather jacket. It wasn’t longer before he pushed a second finger in to join the first and your knees trembled as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“I think deep down you wanna be bad, don’t you?” he growled into your ear, biting the fleshy lobe as his free hand wrapped itself around your neck and squeezed. “I think you just act like a good girl but inside you’re just a hungry little cock-whore, aren’t you?”

“Oh my God,” you groaned in a shiver. Normally you found such talk disgusting, but coming from his lips it was just so arousing. What had become of you in a matter of minutes?!

“I asked you a question,” he said, tightening his hold around your neck.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, bucking your hips against his hand. “I wanna be bad.” If you were in your right mind, you might’ve blushed, but one thing you were quickly learning about Nevada was that he was like fast-acting drug, rendering you unable to think clearly.

“Good girl,” he purred, curling his fingers inside you and finding the soft, spongy gland that make your knees buckle. His arms tightened around, holding you up as he massaged the spot inside you.

Your body was on fire, shocks zipping over your nipples and continuing down to where he was touching you. Your heart pounded in your chest, desperate to keep up with how quickly he was bringing you to the edge and you breathing was laced with primal moans that you never imagined could come from. It had never been like this before, not with anyone.

You could feel the burn in your belly as it traveled to your opening and felt your muscles begin to stiffen in anticipation of release.

“You wanna come?” he purred and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes!” you cried, hands clutching at his arm in attempts to keep him where he was.

“Nope, not yet,” he replied, pulling his fingers out and smiling when you let out a sob, trying desperately to catch your breath. Before you could voice your objections, he thrust his digits, slick with your arousal, into your mouth. “You don’t come till I say you can come, me entiendes?”

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked them clean. Had you been of your right mind, you would’ve never done something so...dirty, but something about Nevada brought out the animal in you and you couldn’t deny that it was intoxicating.

“Bend over,” he whispered, loosening his grip on your neck. The blood came rushing back to your head as you lowered your top half, resting against the dark oak of his desk. “That’s a good girl,” he said as he reached into a drawer.

You heard him close it before the sound of a plastic wrapper being torn filled your ears, immediately informing you that he was putting on a condom. If you had the ability to form a coherent sentence, you would have thanked him for the consideration

Cold hit your backside as he lifted your dress to bunch at your waist and pulled down your panties. A smack stung your skin and jolted you back to reality. The reality in which you were bent over a virtual stranger’s desk with your bare ass exposed, waiting for him to have his way with you. The thought sent another shiver over your body and as he pressed himself against your entrance, you arched, pushing back against him.

“You want me to fuck you, mami?” he asked, using one large hand to hold your hips against the edge of the desk.

“Yes, please!” you cried.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I--” you whimpered with a dry throat and swallowed before trying again. “I want--want you to f-fuck me...please!”

“Good girl,” he purred before he pushed forward and sunk his erection deep into your cavity. Your eyes felt like they would pop out of your head as they widened and before you could grow used to the invasion, his hips snapped against you, starting a hard, fast pace.

The slapping sound of his bare skin making contact with yours as well as the way his head repeatedly stroked over that special spot inside you was enough to send you into a tailspin. The tingles seemed to reach your head as he pounded in and out of you from behind, hands gripping your hips to bring you back against him. Your voice was quickly growing hoarse from the moans he was pulling from you and the only sensations you could register were the one he was creating between your legs.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” he growled, rhythm not faltering in the least.

His words, anytime he spoke, sent shivers and shocks that would dance over your entire body and settle in your core, heightening your pleasure.

“Yes!” you yelled, unabashed that people would possibly hear you if they were standing close enough to the door.

“Tell me,” he demanded, one hand taking a fistful of hair and pulling to lift your head. He bent over you, hips still pummelling against yours. “Tell me you love my cock,” he repeated against your cheek.

“I love your cock!” you exclaimed and despite the fact that he was demanding the proclamation from you, it was true. If you could’ve had him do this to you every day for the rest of your life, you would’ve spent every moment naked and waiting for him to ravish you.

Nevada smirked, hand still in your hair as he moved harder against you. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered over your skin. “You wanna come, baby? I can feel you dripping all over me. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the burning in your core intensified. “Yes!” You could feel your walls beginning to flutter around him.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, apparently having felt it as well. “Don’t you fucking dare. I didn’t say you could yet.” As if to emphasize his demand, he slowed his movements to a languid sawing motion, making sure to still stroke over your gspot at a snail’s pace.

Your mouth fell open as a sob escaped you and you tried to move your hips. He groaned, releasing your hair and instead holding you against the desk as he straightened his back again. His other hand, still on your hip, assisted in holding you in place before he snapped his hips forward again, keeping the same pace but increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groaned.

“OHMYGOD, PLEASE!!!” you shouted, so close to the edge you could cry. “PLEASE LET ME COME, NEVADA, PLEASE!!”

Nevada grinned to himself and put some more weight on the hands holding you down to pound you harder and slightly faster. “Do it, come all over my cock.”

Your entire body shook as the orgasm hit you suddenly, legs like noodles as they gave out and a heavy, satisfying tingle buzzed between your legs. You felt your walls grip him tightly as he stroked you through your release and despite the fact that you were exhausted you felt yourself wanting more. You wished for him not to stop, but clearly you were, in fact, not a telepath because he pulled out of you and you furrowed your brows, unable to remember if you'd heard him shout his own release.

Just as you were about to ask him about it, you felt a warm splash, then another and a third, one after the other, land on the globes of your ass. You heard him grunting as he emptied himself over your skin and felt the head of his cock as he used it like a paintbrush to spread his seed over your skin.

You somehow found the strength to arch your hide back against him, your core still clenching in desire for more of him.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” he purred against your neck, and you tried to remember when he’d bent over you again.

Moaning, you started to turn your head to find his lips when he bit into your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, bucking your hips back against him and heard him chuckle as he stood and stepped away from you.

You heard the zipper of his jeans and used your hands to lift yourself off his desk, planting your feet on the floor. Turning to face him, you stumbled and he brought a hand out to hold you up. Your body was still buzzing, core still tingling with the aftershocks your release and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a lust-filled kiss.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk and you smiled back at him, nodding your head as your hands slid over his chest, slipping beneath his jacket at his waist to pull him against you. He snickered and brushed some of your hair back. “My horny little good girl,” he purred and it sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the evidence of him on your ass, cooling against your skin and sticking to the dress you’d borrowed. You would have to remember to find an excuse not to give it back. You didn’t want Trisha or any other woman to have any part of Nevada. You wanted to keep him all for yourself.

“Maybe some other time. Your friend’s probably looking for you,” he said, moving your hair to cover his mark before he slinked an arm around your waist and started walking you to the door. “I’ll tell one of my guys out there to give you a ride home.”

“Will I see you again?” you asked, walking as close to him as possible and relishing in how warm his arm felt around you.

He chuckled. “I dunno,” he answered. “If you come back to the club, I might be here.”

“Maybe we could meet up for lunch,” you offered.

He smirked at you. “Do I look like the kinda that takes anybody out on a date?”

You looked him over, considering your answer as his fingers tucked under your chin and lifted your gaze to his.

“You want another hot fuck, come find me,” he purred, kissing you and biting down on your bottom lip. You moaned under your breath, feeling your desire for him quickly reemerging. “And I know you will. You’re gonna be thinking about my cock all night,” he added with smirk, delivering a smack to your ass.

He winked at you and opened the door, letting you out first, following you to the stairs and pausing to talk to one of his bodyguards as you descended to the VIP lounge.

Looking over your shoulder, you met his gaze again as the bodyguard he’d been talking to came down the stairs after you. You held Nevada’s gaze a moment longer, took in the smirk he flashed your way like it would sustain you until you saw him again before you turned back around and started looking for your roommate.

[forthemultiverse]

Written In Ink - Dick Grayson x Reader

Whatever you draw on your skin, appears on your soulmate’s skin too.  

You were a little down, and quite bored. Your two best friends had just figured out they were soulmates and you felt like an even bigger third wheel than ever. You had noticed the odd reminders or doodles appear on both of their wrists, but had assumed they must have already noticed too. No. Turns out they were both just really oblivious. 

You’d left the pair of them at the library and decided to return to your dorm room to do homework. Since one of your best friends was also your dorm mate, you were pretty sure you’d have the room to yourself all night. You made yourself a warm drink and set up your laptop screen. You needed to write an essay. You weren’t in the mood though. Instead, you turned on Netflix and started clicking through the Rom-Com section. 

All that did was encourage you to procrastinate and wallow in your loneliness. Whoever was your soulmate didn’t write on their skin, ever. They probably didn’t even want a soulmate so were deliberately not risking you responding. 

Then again, you’d never written anything either.

You didn’t want to ruin someone else’s body with your messy sketches or math problems. 

You looked at your desk carefully. A whiteboard marker was just sitting them. Staring at you. Would it really be such a bad thing? Why couldn’t you just write one thing and see if you got a reply? 

You rushed to the pen and wrote a simple ‘Hello?’ 

Dick Grayson had never written on his skin. He knew about the whole soulmate thing, and it completely terrified him. There was someone out there who was destined to be with him, and they would be at a constant risk if he continued to be Nightwing after they met. They would have to be okay with him leaving randomly in the night and coming home with bruises and cuts. They would have to put up with the Wayne family drama and name. It wasn’t fair to them. 

He didn’t want to drag them into that life until he felt ready and secure. 

The second ‘Hello?’ appeared on his left arm he jumped. He had been pouring himself a bowl of cereal and split some of the milk on the floor.

He started to panic and managed to waste a good few minutes clearing up the milk before running around his apartment like a headless chicken. He crashed from the kitchen, into the living room, and stopped mid-run (one leg in the air and the other bent and supporting all his weight). He was frozen and holding his cereal at a risky angle. He had made so much noise, completely forgetting that Damian was sleeping at his after having a bad nightmare and an argument with Tim. 

He tiptoed past the sofa and on to the balcony, grabbing a pen as he went - not checking to see if it was removable or not.

All his other worries and thoughts vanished as he stared at the tiny handwriting on his arm. He didn’t hesitate before replying. 

‘HEy.’ he didn’t even notice that he’d accidentally written too capital letters then switched to a lower case y. 

‘oh my god, you actually replied!’

The next hour was spent talking about random things. Why you were both up after midnight (he gave a slight lie - ‘a family thing’). He offered to help you with some of the homework and proved to be a lot better at maths than you were. Then he told you that he’d been a mathlete in high school and you had made fun of him a little bit. 

‘We haven’t actually swapped names yet! lol.’ you pointed out some time after two thirty.

‘google each other?’ Dick suggested. This could be a first small test. See how you would react to the Wayne information that would definitely come up. 

‘y/n y/l/n’ there was a pause as you tried to find more space to write ‘but all my socials are your/user/names’

‘Dick Grayson (or Richard if you want to be full names) and I’m pretty sure you’ll find my socials without having to look very hard.’

‘And google.’ 

You both started to look each other up. You had done all the talking bonding stuff already. Ten questions about each other, things you love, whether you pour cereal first all milk. Luckily you were both sane and poured cereal first. 

‘The Bruce Wayne Family?’

‘That’s the one, anything you find, I can guarantee my family in real life is a lot worse. But I love them, and every crazy second with them is the best crazy second.’

‘Four brothers, a sister, a butler, plus lots of animals and a few very close family friends. Damn. I’m an only child and have no cousins.’ 

‘Your life must be so quiet.’

‘You live in Bludhaven?’

‘Usually. I’m in Gotham at the moment, like I said, family thing.’ You guys were running out of appropriate places to write on. ‘You’re studying in Keystone City?’

He was looking at an article about you and a mural art piece you did on the side of a building. You had drawn a giant artwork to do with superheroes, mainly focused on Flash and other heroes that had saved Keystone over the years. He laughed thinking that you’d already sketched him and Wally. 

‘You’re a cop.” he couldn’t tell if that was a good comment or not. ‘That’s interesting…’

Bad.

‘You don’t like cops?’

‘No, no, no. That’s just stressful for me. But you’re obviously good at your job all the articles make it seem like you love it. How did you decide to be a cop?’

You guys continued writing for another two hours. You didn’t have any lessons until the afternoon anyway, and he didn’t have ‘work’ until the next night. 

At about five in the morning, you had officially run out of space to write and finally sent each other a phone number. If only you had done that earlier. Now you could talk to each other without the fear of ink poisoning. 

Hearing his voice felt perfect. Each word was filled with energy, even if it was five in the morning and neither of you had slept. He told you about his childhood and how he ended up with Bruce. He talked about his brothers, and you could tell from each passionate sentence that he loved every member of his family so much. He told you that he was standing on his balcony talking because Damian was with him. He told you about his best friends; Wally and Barbara. Wally living in Keystone like you and how Barbara was paralyzed but still a total badass. You were pretty sure you were falling in love. 

He let you talk about TV shows you loved, books you read, how you started doing art and all the reasons you only did it on the side. How you’d decided to study law, and the intense internship you had started over Christmas that guaranteed you a position when you graduated. You talked about how your father had passed away when you were young, but your mother was superwomen to you. You talked about the year you had spent travelling with your two best friends and how you’d figured out they were soulmates on that trip - not because you’d seen marks on their skin, but because you could feel the connection they’d had. You’d actually met one of them on that trip and they had followed you back to Keystone and enrolled to study English Literature. 

By Seven o’clock, you felt like you knew everything about him. He knew nearly everything about you, whether you both had taken in everything, was a whole other matter. Dick had apparently snuck back into his apartment to find Damian asleep in his bed rather than the couch

By Eight o’clock, you were both halfway through some film. You were on the phone and giving running commentary. 

At Eight-thirty, the conversations were interrupted. Bruce and Tim were at Dick’s door to collect Damian. Dick opened the door whilst still on the phone to you, and covered in slightly smudged ink. 

“I’m going to have to go for a bit, talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You hung up the phone and collapsed on to your bed. 

You wouldn’t have been surprised if butterflies just started flying out of you right then. You had a giddy smile stuck on your face. Your roommate arrived back to find you sprawled on your bed and covered in ink. They smirked and pulled a blanket over you, setting an alarm to make sure you didn’t miss your afternoon lecture. 

“Soulmate?” Tim asked with an amused raised eyebrow. His soulmate was Steph, and they’d both figured it out pretty quickly. Bruce was also pretty lucky considering Selina was Catwoman. 

“What gave it away?” Dick couldn’t stop smiling. “She lives in Keystone, and she’s studying law, but she’s really good at art so makes money from that on the side. She likes cooking, she pours cereal then milk, and she is an only child. She took a year to travel the world, her favourite colour is (Fav Colour) and she had really good taste in TV and Movies and I think I’m falling in love. We’ve been up all night. Talking to her is so easy, and she listens so well, and why didn’t you two tell me finding your soulmate was the best thing ever!”

“You only thought to phone her after you’d covered yourself?” Tim teased. “And the clue is the word soulmate. Obviously, a soulmate is the best thing, your dumb avoidance of one was always dumb and that’s what I’ve always said.”

“Shut up. You’re just jealous Steph’s never written over herself for you.”

“Steph draws me happy faces and coffee doodles whenever I’m sad or stressed. I’m good with that. Especially considering Steph only writes in sharpie.”

“Her voice is perfect and hypnotising and…” he started to smile into midair.

“Have you googled her face yet?” Bruce asked, he had dragged Damian out of bed so Tim could apologise. 

“I googled her, but I couldn’t be bothered to find a photo of her.”

“Only you would fall in love with a voice you’d only seen on your skin.” Tim rolled his eyes. 

[cannedapricot]

Christmas Shopping with! Yoon Jisung

another installment of the chirstmas collab with @alliwannado-w1 and @jihoonslattee ft. toy store worker! yoon jisung!!

jisung works at a toy store in a mall on the second floor

and he loves it

he loves seeing children’s faces glowing in happiness after entering the store

he loves helping children find the perfect toy

jiSUNG’S JUST FULL OF LOVE FOR WHAT HE DOES

when children start throwing tantrums, jisung’s the first person to rush over

the child stops crying after 5 seconds because thE FACES JISUNG MAKES TO CHEER THEM UP ARE LEDGENDARY

co-worker! sungwoon swears that jisung would marry his job if he could

everyone who’s ever visited this specific mall knows of yoon jisung

i mean, he’s the resident sunshine who glows so brightly whenever he smiles that everyone in the mall stops to wear sunglasses

he’s also the reason why every kid ever wants to go to that one toy shop lol

the boss wanted to make jisung the mascot at one point but jisung was like,

“oh no!! i’m probably going to scare people away from the shop haha!”

and that’s how sungwoon was forced into being the mascot because he was “smol and fluffy”

jisung never lets sungwoon live because of it

“oh look!!! sungwoon’s on our poster again!!11!111″

“...TEAR IT DOWN”

chirstmas is jisung’s favorite holiday

part of it was because of the snow and quality family time 

but mostly it was because mORE SMILEY KIDS WOULD WALK INTO THE SHOP

CHEEKS RED WITH COLD

AND EYES GLEAMING WITH EXCITEMENT 

the shop has this thing where the staff can wrap your presents for you

and everyone h a t e s being put on gift wrapping duty

because its??? so??? boring???

they’d much rather do something else

aka find a corner where the boss can’t see you and go on your phone smh

so when the boss calls a meeting and announces that the gift wrapping duty is back!!!

all he gets are groans in response

except from jisung though

he puts his arm straight up and with sparkling eyes, he says

“I VOLUNTEER”

“uh ok i guess jisung’s on gift duty for the fourth year in a row”

but daniel and jaehwan are also selected for different shifts

jisung nearly has a heart attack when he hears that jaehwan’s also on gift duty

beCAUSE THAT BOY CAN’T WRAP GIFTS FOR SHIT

so jisung spends his lunch break teaching jaehwan how to wrap a gift properly and prettily :’)

jaehwan tries to learn because he doesn’t want to deal with screaming kids if he wraps their gift shittily

it doesn’t turn out as perfect as jisung’s but it’ll have to do :’’’)

jisung’s also the only person who happily wears the santa hat uniform addition 

jiSUNG’S WILL HAPPILY DO ANYTHING FOR THIS SHOP

HE LOVES THE SHOP WITH HIS WHOLE HEART SIDVBIS

even if the pay isn’t as high as other jobs, jisung’s content :’) 

he’s such an angel i love him

you worked at a local kindergarten!

you’ve only been working for a couple of months but the kids there absolutely adore you!!

you’d step in the classroom and everyone would rush over to hug you

the kindergarten once had a popularity vote among the teachers and you ranked first even though you were new :””)

everyone wanted to be in your class

and the other teachers are lowkey offended 

it was a tradition every year to bring the kids on a trip to the mall for them to write small wish lists to send to santa :’’’’’)

the kids were thrilled obviously

“sCHOOL TRIP TIME WHEEEEEEEE”

it took a while for them to calm down

but they eventually did 

you’ve never been to the mall in this area,,, so you’re kinda scared that you’re gonna get lost or lose one of the kids etc

you tried getting out of it

“hey uh cough cough minhyun? cough”

“yeah?”

“sneeze i think i’m down with a cold”

“oh no!!!111!!1!1 would you like to take a few days off???”

“yes-”

“is what you think i’d say right? too bad we’re already low on staff as it is we don’t need another ‘sick’ one”

THERE GOES THAT PLAN OUT THE WINDOW

you knew that there was no point in arguing anymore :’)

on the day you were a nervous wreck

you had planned to go around the mall yesterday but that didn’t happen

thanks to your close friend suddenly dropping by

yoU WERE SWEATING AND YOUR EYES WERE DARTING EVERYWHERE

EVEN THE KIDS THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS OFF

“miss y/n? are you okay?”

“o-OH YEAH I’M FINE TOMMY”

WIPES SWEAT

after herding the kids into the bus, you tried to make a run for it

but minhyun catches you with his signature “where do you think you’re going” smile on his face

then proceeds to fling you onto the bus

upon reaching the mall, the kids immediately screamed to go visit the toy store

having no choice but to do so, you bring your little group of kids towards the toy shop on the second floor

while looking at the map you have on your phone lmao

you let out a sigh in relief when you reach the store without anything happening

you tell the kids not to wander off by their own and stick close together

entering the shop, you catch a certain worker’s eye 👀👀

i mean you would catch my eye as well

it’s not everyday someone walks into a shop with 10 kids around them

but of course the shop expected your kindergarten to visit this time of year

and that particular worker slides up to your party while in the lego section

“hi! i’m jisung! is there anything you’re looking for?”

you were about to respond but the kids responded before you could

“wHERE ARE THE BARBIES???”

“BRING ME A STUFFED BEAR PLEASE”

p a ni c s

“i’m so sorry- n O EMILY STOP CLINGING ON THE WORKER’S LEG”

jisung lets out a hearty laugh,

“don’t worry! i’m used to it”

anD BOY WAS HIS LAUGH ATTRACTIVE

is it getting hot in here or is it just jisung? 👀👀

jisung squats down to the little girl’s height and talks to her in the s o f t e s t tone

and you think that’s he’s possibly the cutest man you’ve ever m e t

“miss y/n!!!! stop staring at him!!”

buoVOUVODUV???????

jisung’s draws his attention from the little girl to look at you

yOU GLOW BRIGHT RED

“I WASN’T- UH- I WAS LOOKING AT THAT STUFFED RABBIT BEHIND YOU YEAH”

AND JISUNG CHUCKLES AT YOUR OBVIOUSLY FLUSTERED FACE

deciding not to make you glow any more red, he says,

“hey, i’ll help you deal with the kids today yeah?”

“OHMYGOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH”

BECAUSE

FINALLY 

SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THE MALL WELL

“i’ll go tell my boss!”

he doesn’t

he tells sungwoon to cover for him

“heY YOU TOLD ME TO POSTPONE MY DATE TO WORK HOW COME YOU GET TO-”

covERS SUNGWOON’S MOUTH

“it’s not a da t e”

sungwoon rolls his eyes

“sure ok”

and so jisung joins your party!!

y’all look like a cute family with 10 kids :’)

throughout the day, jisung’s interaction with the kids and his funny personality made you feel like melting

was it possible for a man to be this adorable??

you didn’t know but,,

jisung was also melting for you too :’)))

so when minhyun calls you and says that it’s time to leave

jisung doesn’t want to let you go

neither did you tbh

so as you herd the kids into the bus once again, jisung pulls you back for a moment

“hey,,,, uh,,,, have you done your christmas shopping yet?”

“not yet!! i’m planning to do so this sunday”

“oh!! great!! um,,, i was wondering if you wanted to do it together? sunday’s my day off too,,,”

hE WAS AVOIDING EYE CONTACT AS HE ASKED YOU AND YOU WERE SQUEALING INSIDE

“yES! I MEAN-- sure!”

and then jisung looks at you with the whole galaxy in his eyes

his cheeks were flushed but you had no idea whether it was because of the weather or because he was flustered

“REALLY???”

you reply with a smile and a nod of your head

he then digs through his pockets for a pen

and asks you to write your number on his hand

the pen was in the shape of a giraffe

minhyun screams for you as soon as you finished writing the last digit

“i’ll text you!!”

jisung yells as you run towards the bus, waving at him with a huge smile

he does

and you two don’t stop texting until sunday

“y/n! over here!!”

you rush over to the waiting jisung 

“i’m sorry did you have to wait for a long time?”

he smiles and claims that he just got here

and you two head into the mall

as soon as you two step in, you guys were surrounded by couples who were also christmas shopping

and it felt awkward for the first time since you’ve known jisung

clEARS THROAT

“so,,, y/n, where do you want to go first?”

you randomly point at a stationary store 

and you two exit a few minutes later

with a bunch of bags in hand

“i knEW WE SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE INTO THAT STORE”

hOLD IN YOUR TEARS Y/N, YOUR WALLET WILL BE O K

jisung laughs 

“THIS ISN’T SOMETHING TO LAUGH OVER”

“sorRY”

HUFFS

and you two continue your raid of the mall

exiting a new shop with more bags each time :”)

at one point y’all entered a furniture shop and accidentally walked into the beds section

the worker there mistakes you for a couple and smirks at you two 👀👀

yOU TWO SUDDENLY REALIZE WHAT THE SMIRK MEANT

AND HURRIED OUT OF THE STORE

y’all also entered the toy store jisung works at

and jisung’s co-workers are all staring at you two

especially sungwoon and jaehwan who followed you two around the shop talking loudly about how jisung was boyfriend material

“DID YOU KNOW JISUNG IS GREAT AT COOKING RAMEN???”

“OH REALLY???”

“YEAH WHOEVER MARRIES HIM WOULD BE LUCKY”

JISUNG WAS SWEATIN G

WHY ARE HIS FRIENDS SO EMBARRASSING

“y/N LETS LEAVE THE SHOP”

“what- i haven’t finished-”

PUSHES YOU OUT

but doesn’t forget to buy you a gift from the shop

after wandering around the mall more, you two end up in front of the giant christmas tree 

the lights casted shadows around 

and you turn to face jisung, finding him looking up at the tree with those stars in his eyes

then he turns to face you with that huge smile of his

and bOY HIS FACE ILLUMINATED BY THE LIGHT WHILE HE SMILES HNNNNG

then he suddenly pulls out a rabbit soft toy

“merry christmas y/n! here’s your present!!”

this was the same rabbit you had claimed to be staring at while you were actually staring at jisung

“you were staring at this the other day right?”

yOU BURST INTO LAUGHTER

jisung thought you were laughing at his gift :(

“IM NOT LAUGHING AT THE GIFT, I’M JUST LAUGHING BECAUSE,,”

“because??”

“I WASN’T ACTUALLY STARING AT THE RABBIT, I WAS STARING AT YOU,,,,, THANK YOU ANYWAYS THOUGH”

and yOU SNATCH THE RABBIT FROM HIS HANDS

TO HIDE YOUR REDDENING FACE

jisung’s face lights up at this

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“what do you think about today being our first day?”

“??first day??”

“yeah, as a couple”

STATIONARY SHOPS MAKE ME GO BROKE OSFDGBOSB

also this was lowkey kinda shit,,,,, jisung’s actually a ray of sunshine in human form and i love him so much anyone who says he’s ugly can come fight me

[madame-lafayette]

Puppy Days (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Guess who’s back-

LEO STOP TRYING TO WRITE WITH YOUR CHIN! Sorry, I’ve got a dog on my lap. 

Shoutout to Leo and Collin, my two wonderful dogs, for the inspiration for this! I may write another imagine based on this idea soon-let me know if you want that and who to do it with!

LEO STOP IT sngvisdhufioesf

Sorry.

As always, there is an explicit language warning.

-

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Why in the name of Satan do you want a dog? They’re little devils!” Alex retorted. “If we get one, it’s going to ruin all of my documents and pee wherever in the apartment! That isn’t hygienic!”

“First off, a dog is not an it. They have feelings and genders as well! Second off, if we get a puppy then you may finally organize your papers and not throw them everywhere so dramatically! That’s not hygienic for the papers either, you know.” You sighed.  

“I can’t help that Jefferson is a prick, okay? He always leaves me so mentally drained!” he growled a little in memory of the multiple debates the two of them almost always seem to take personally. 

“A dog will help you get more exercise and keep you company. I’ll take care of potty training them and such, so you don’t have to worry about that. We’ve got enough room in the budget to provide for them financially-”

“You’ve already thought this out completely, haven’t you?” Alex asked.

“I may have already found a few breeds that we would be compatible with, figured how much money it would be every year to properly take care of them, and researched everything we may need to know. Did you know that most puppies get emotionally attached to their owners at the age of eight weeks, which is why that’s the recommended age to bring home one?” You spoke confidently, knowing your roommate-well, recently it was a little more than just a roommate-would only agree to it if you provided enough information on the subject.

“Fine, fine! So long as I don’t have to lift a finger to take care of the dog, I’m fine with you bringing home one. Only one!” Alex gave in. “I swear though Y/N, I better not have a dog peeing on my stuff.

-~-

"Y/N! Phillip shitted on the coffee table!” Alexander shouted, obviously angry at both you and the young Boston Terrier. 

“How the hell did you get up there, Philly?” You arrived at the scene of the poop armed with doggy bags and Bissel spray, your new  best friends. Alex reluctantly scooped up the squirmy pup, glaring at him with anger that he usually only saves for his co-workers such as Jefferson, Madison, and Burr. 

“This is starting to get out of hand. I didn’t know that a dog could produce this much waste? I’m positive that Phillip doesn’t eat this much!” He questioned.

“You would only know if you actually took a break every now and then. How about going on a walk with Phillip? He’d enjoy it,” You suggested as you finished cleaning up the coffee table.

“Well, I don’t want to!” Alex huffed. You sighed.

“Why can’t you take a break for Philly Whilly?” You cooed as the puppy started to fall asleep in Alex’s arms.

“Because Phillip hates me. Please Y/N, I’ve got to finish a report for my boss,” He pleaded.

“When is it due? Be honest, or I’m not feeding you tonight.” Alexander stood like a deer in headlights, unknown to what he has to reply with. “I’ve caught you, haven’t I?" 

"First off, fuck you-”

“Maybe later,” You replied, cutting him off. 

“What am I going to do with you… Fine, I’ll take Phillip to a park for an hour!” Alexander gave in, sighing in frustration.

“Thank you!” You flung your arms around him. “I’ll make whatever you want for dinner, you name it and its on your plate.”

“How about pork cutlet bowls? From the recipe you used a few weeks ago?” Alexander suggested. “Isn’t it from that one anime you’re obsessed with?”

“You’ve given me a reason to shout vkusno tonight,” You said.

“Didn’t you say that last night?” He smirked, as you blushed and flipped him off. 

“Remember to bring the puppy emergency bag when you go to the park! I’ll be off to the grocery store down the street, and I’ll know if you back out of your promise!” Alexander watched as you grabbed your backpack and phone before leaving the apartment. 

~-~

The second you left however, Phillip decided to start squirming and wiggling, forcing him to let the filthy mutt (as Alexander affectionately calls Phillip).

“I swear, Phillip, you better cooperate with me or else I’m sending you to hell the hard way,” Alexander threatened, but only received a confused head tilt and a butt to his face. He wanted to dramatically flop on the couch and neglect the dog, but he knew that Y/N’s pork cutlet bowls were worth the hour wasted.

Alexander snatched the puppy bag that his roommate-or should he consider them as his significant other?-always has Philip’s stuff in and scrummaged through it to find his leash and a spare collar.

You know, just in case.

“Phillip, get your ass over here so we can get going!” Alexander commanded. The dog payed no mind to him and continued to wander around the apartment, sniffing all the little nooks and crannies. Frustrated, he walked over to Phillip and clipped the leash on to the collar, then began tugging the dog to get him to walk.

“How does Y/N do this? It doesn’t seem like he wants to go anywhere-” Just as he uttered the words from his mouth, Phillip immediately started to yip around and tangle Alexander by running in circles. He cursed, because of course his luck would end up landing him in a scenario like this. Even though it took nearly 10 minutes (and probably more treats than the pup could consume), the duo could leave the apartment to immediately be blown by the wonderful (not) winds of the uptown location of New York City.

~-~

“Alex, I need a ride home from the vet,” Y/N pleaded through the phone. You could tell that he was at his wits end because he would have to leave work early. 

“Why?” Was all Alexander asked. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, but I need a good reason.”

“It randomly started snowing, if you haven’t noticed, and since Phillip just got his balls cut off I want to make sure he can get home comfortably instead of walking all the way…” He winced, imagining the amount of pain that dog was probably having then. 

“Say no more, I’ve got to tell Washington but like I said, 15 minutes or I’m making dinner for both of you.”

~-~

“I swear, Y/N, we need 100 more of these fluff balls.”

-

*blasting history maker+free in headphones and killing eardrums*

I'm sorry this isn’t edited, but I don’t fucking care so *flips off haters*

Idk, I kinda want to interact with my readers! 

Hm… write a sentence from your favorite show/anime opening in the comments/reblogs and I’ll see if I can guess it+start song chains.

Also! I want to do question of the posts and such, because that will make me a cool writer, right? lol

What is your favorite song?

[nottebuio3006]

THE LAST CONVO 

The last Conversation I ever had with Rebecca in full for the curious:

ME: ...You're the greatest fem hero I've ever had.

HER: Lmfao.

ME: It's true. You ruined my connection with boys. Lmaoooo.

HER: Oh great lol.

ME: It's ok. It's just true. They became..boring to talk to, after you. That's what i mean to say =).

HER: Yes my psychtotic ass must be more entertaining than beer and football and bitches.

ME: Oh yes! It is SO much more. I was for years fine talking to boys. now? YAWN! And it's all cause of you. It's like, damn, I need more fem friends, but no other women are like you! I've tried. But they ain't mommas and they're different. They're disappointing too, oftentimes.

HER: Lmao.

ME: But boys...yea, absolutely. Just bores after you.

HER: I've set the entertainment bar too high.

ME: Yes, not because of your fights... (with her boyfriend). Not at all cus of that. Just because, you know, the VIBE. It isn't entertainment, Becca. It's a human connecton. That's why, after you, really getting to know you ...I was sort of like, you know, wow...maybe I am a queer! Cause what does it mean that I can connect so well with a Woman?? What does it mean? And why do boys bore me now? It's weird for me.  Why do I enjoy it so much more than boy talk?

(This was the one that got me wasn't it? I should have never mentioned queerness or feelig queer or even gone anywhere fucking near queer. Why did I? WHY??? WHY???? Although keep in mind, similar convos had been had many times in the past, and I often made jokes about myself being gay. I often even pretended to be a girl, sort of, talking to her. So it wasn't supremely out of the ordinary or anything, to say something like that. Hell one time I remember telling her that if she ever started to date me, she would have to be warned of my two "psycho ex boyfriends". She said who cares?)

Anyawys, her reply, just minutes later : LMAO!! (in caps) .. That oesn't make you a queer you Goof!!! Ha-ha-ha-ha.

ME: Wouldn't other boys say it does? I don't think so either. But isnt that what *they'd* say? That I connect with a woman as a friend, better than a boy?? I'm -- look, I'm just going by the barometer of what I imagine other boys go by. I'm just saying, it made me question my sexuality, and I never did before, really, in the entirety of my life, question it so strongly as i have Now.  (I then briefly get nervous and I try to switch the topic to True Blood the TV show very quickly.. I sense that she might have been weirded out by my diving into the queer territory) "Did what I say about sexuality disturb thee?" is the next thing I type... "Most boys would say it!" I type, " -- dude, how could your best friend be a WOMAN!?---"

A number of hours pass now until her next message (a fairly common thing  with us both and never really cause for concern ... time goes from 11:17 AM to 3:57 PM ..the two last messages Rebecca has ever sent me now come...)

HER: Lmfao. Maybe it's the case; but that's what is wrong.

3 more hours pass until I see these messages. It's now 7 at night. 7:10. I type:

Absolutely it's wrong. I agree, Becca! It's the most limited box of all time. But it is indeed the current cultural attitude. So basically I guess I'll have to let you suck my dick ... (we, and specifically SHE, had just been joking about doing this 2 nights earlier, and I had told her, in fact, that I would NEVER let her do it!!! ) to ease this horrible horrible idea...bwahahaha.  Though remember when you said you would tell me more stuff and everything --if I was gay??  (see, it was previuosly discussed). Remember? I dunno. It's just definitely different you know?? Once I disregard gender and I just look through the box of 'best friend'. Cus the stories told, lol, they have definitely become very different with my latest bestie!! Anwyays.... the gay life...it's probably the most Europea lifestyle possible here in the States, since they seem pretty tolerant and easy going. Wide group of friends oftentimes. Cosmopolitan. The arts are widely discussed. It's not all just dick suckin' and gay night clubs you know?? If thats what you're thinking?? I mean I dunno, It just ...it don't seem that way to me, you know?? I'd probably, if I were gay, I'd have easier access to wealthier types of friends. I'm just ... I'm not sure where you'd make the initial break in or how...

((And there you have it. That's the last message that Rebecca apparently ever read me, at 7:32 pm.. because after that none of the messages were read, they never got the blue arrow of being read,.. she never saw them.)

So ya.  Thats the last conversation I ever had with Rebecca, before she randomly blocked me on both WhatsApp, and then the iPhone itself (no calls can go through) and also before denying a request I made to her Instagram a night later....

PLease keep in mind that Becca and I have essentially talked nearly every day, usually on text and sometimes on phone, for hours at a time, for the past 3 years. She seemed like she was pretty happy about being good friends if not "besties" for a long time. But I guess I thought wrong??? Suddenly something in her just snapped about it. What the hell was it? The dick sucking comment? The fact that we often had started to joke about marriage?? The fact that I was clearly rather seriously -- at least in her eyes, one imagines -- considering a gay lifestyle?? What did it? And in your opinion did any of this stuff really warrant a total cut off??

In my eyes, it obviousy didn't, and I certainly wasn't expecting one, but looking at it, I guess I can sort of see how she just snapped, but it doesn't make me understand it anymore. Not at all. I mean, this type of conversation was nothing in comparison to some that wev'e had. It was nothing at all.  

[datingadviceonreddit]

So I met this guy a few weeks ago at the smallish house party of one of my closest friends, and we hit it off, have quite a few mutual friends, hung out for a lot of the night, had a lot in common and got along really well. We all just finished high school a few months ago and are basically killing time these days by meeting up and partying whenever we can until uni starts. Since I went to a single-sex school (as did he and most of the people that I know in my city), and was really focused throughout school on getting good academic results, these are some of my first proper opportunities to really get to know guys beyond being able to say hi to them around town and make a bit of small talk.I really liked him from that first night and was kind of trying to see whether he might be into me, but I couldn't really perceive any noticeable difference in the way he treated me and the other girls there, we were all joking around and getting along in groups, and he didn't pay me any particular attention, so I figured he wasn't really into me and didn't dwell on it too much. We had a good night, he added me on Facebook and we left it at that, I had other things to deal with in the coming days and didn't think about it too much.Which brings me to the night of the second party, which was just recently. I was talking to my friend about ten minutes after arriving when he came up and said hi - she started to introduce us when we both said, 'oh yeah, we've met' and we kept talking, getting along just as well as we did the first time. He asked me whether I had made a decision that I had been deliberating over pretty heavily when we first met, which seemed like a good sign that he remembered/was listening to me when we'd first met and was interested in being friends, and we kept on hanging out on and off throughout the night, each of us mingling with different groups, no biggie. One thing I should note here is that when I drink, I kind of get a bit... well, it just really makes me want to find any guy and make out with him. I guess it's because I haven't had much of the 'typical' high school experience due to my commitment to school, and I haven't really dated before, so my lowered inhibitions just sort of let loose that desire to get into the game.At some point in the night, about 6 or 7 of us are sitting in chairs in a circle, and one of his mates says/yells to him, as everyone's talking, 'oi, you should kiss [my name]', 'go on, [his name], give her a kiss!'. By then, he'd a had a fair bit to drink, and so had I (although not nearly as much as him), and he sort of just didn't say anything, laughed it off and shook his head, both of us looking at each other in embarrassment and then looking away, with me trying not to seem too eager. About ten minutes later his friend says the same thing, except now more of the others are joining in a bit, and I said to his mate, 'I would!' being drunk and therefore wayy too willing to be completely honest. This kind of eggs them on and they're all kind of going, 'go on, just do it'. (I realise how juvenile this situation is, but we're all pretty young and are still getting to the stage of being more grown up lol). But I, being worried that he wasn't into it and not wanting to embarrass myself by trying to kiss a guy that doesn't like me or find me attractive, said something like, 'nah, I'm not gonna sexually assault him, come on!' because he seemed a bit out of it/quite drunk. And then he mumbled something along the lines of, 'no, go on, do it'. I did a bit of a double take and, laughing, asked him whether that was actually what he said and he kind of nodded, so we just went for it in the middle of this group of our friends. The kiss was good and lasted for about 15 seconds or so, but soon after that he ended up having to throw up so I just sat with him, rubbed his back and got him some water, and we didn't really talk much for the rest of the night. Actually, he threw up embarrassingly soon after we parted, so I was joking around a bit, going, 'Jesus, was it that bad a kiss?' but everyone assured me that it was just because he had had too much to drink. The rest of the night was still great, but he was basically lying on the ground in our little group with a couple of the other more drunk people as the rest of us talked, and the last thing that happened was that he replied to my collective goodbye to the still half-asleep group when I left with my friend early the next morning.I'm trying to figure out what it all means right now. I don't want to read too much into what was just a kiss, but he's sort of similar to me in that he's never really dated anyone before (as far as I can tell from what he and others have told me, at least), and isn't the type to just randomly hook up with girls for the sake of it, so I can't help thinking that he wouldn't have kissed me if he didn't like me at least a bit, or wasn't at least a little interested in me as a person, even if he's not looking for a relationship. What I'm scared of is finding out that he only did it because of the peer pressure from our friends around us; that would be pretty mortifying for me. I haven't talked to him since that night, but I actually turned on my Facebook chat today (it's usually off) to see if someone else I needed to talk to was online, and noticed that he was online. Within two minutes of my chat being active, his had become inactive. Now, I'm pretty sure that the Facebook online indicator can be a bit glitchy, but I tested it again a few hours later, and the exact same thing happened. So that's wounded my confidence quite a bit, and I can't help but assume that he's avoiding me and wishing that he'd never kissed me. It's not like I'm looking to get into a serious relationship or anything, I just like him and would like to see where it goes, even if it's just becoming closer friends, but I'm sort of getting mixed signals. Part of me is telling me that the fact that his friend was the one to encourage us to make out is a clue that maybe he'd told his friends something about me or admitted to being interested, but on the other hand, I hadn't really kept the fact that I liked him a secret from my own friends, so it might have been a conspired effort on my friends' part to quite literally push us together. (All of our friends, while great, are your typical 17/18 year old shitheads who aren't the type to care about embarrassing each other when it comes to stuff like hooking their friends up with people they like.)I'm not sure how to proceed from here. All I really want is to get to know him better, but I don't know if I should make the first move in messaging him just for a chat. I definitely don't want him to feel pressured into anything. His birthday's coming up next month and he's planning on having a party, and told me early in the night that I'd be invited, so maybe that might be a good opportunity to hang out with him again? I don't really know what to do, should I just leave it and see him whenever I see him next? We're also going to the same university, so that might open up new opportunities to get to know him better – actually, the first thing he asked me the other night was whether I was going to the uni's orientation week, which I took as a good sign, but we didn't make any plans to meet up or anything. Oh, and something which I find is important to the story is that he's white and I'm not - this isn't an issue or anything, but it sort of adds to that uncertainty for me of wondering whether he just went along with my interest in him so that he wouldn't seem racist. I often feel like I'm overlooked or not considered by guys because of my ethnicity, so that might just be my own insecurities flaring up. He certainly hasn't given me any indication that he cares about race at all.Can anyone here help me out? Are there any guys who can give me some third-party insight into what his behaviour might mean? And I'll apologise profusely right now for how pathetically middle-schoolerish this story is, I know it already :DTL;DR: I met a great guy at a house party, kissed him in front of our friends from their encouragement at a party a few weeks later, and am now very confused about whether he even likes me or not, or just felt coerced into the kiss by everyone else and the amount of alcohol that was in his system at the time. via /r/dating_advice