#skateboarding dorks

[incaseyouart]

The boys!

[spiralstatic29]

main squad but make them so high school !!

[ares857]

internet finds

[wizardelixir]

Principal Bump and Hooty are such good characters I love them so so much theyre so funny. top tier guys

[19calicos]

i know where to look — kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✴︎ to be loved is to be known. ⋆⋆⋆

— on kuroo’s 2am walk home from a late night study session, yn and their skateboard crash right into his head heart.

status: in progress!

content: university au, meet-hurt LMFAOOO, slowburn, toothrotting fluff, some angst, gn skater! yn with they/them prns, whipped lovesick dork! kuroo, ooc writing sorry, ignore time stamps, this fic is self indulgent

warnings: language, bad grammar, injuries from skating, ooc writing sorry, weed + cigs + alc, self sabotage, descriptions of social anxiety, overthinking, usage of kms and kys, trust issues, yn's parents divorcing is mentioned, yn is so avoidant and in denial im sorry

tags are added as story progresses, please check individual chapters for cw.

disclaimer lol i’m not a fan of tv girl at all sorry but just hearing the “you know where to find me and i know where to look” snippet is so soft and sweet to me cuz to be loved is to be known (ty twitter) so here i am w this kuroo smau 🗣️

( 𖦹 ) denotes written content!

the cast: skater cat fan club + stupid bitch syndrome havers

table of contents:

1 ⊹ call an ambulance! ( 𖦹 )

2 ⊹ build something up

3 ⊹ literally everywhere…

4 ⊹ a cat named ube ( 𖦹 )

5 ⊹ helmet hair

6 ⊹ clocked

7 ⊹ tech deck master

8 ⊹ shadow the hedgehog

9 ⊹ happy community day! ( 𖦹 )

10 ⊹ exposure therapy + delusion

11 ⊹ a hundred not-dates ( 𖦹 )

12 ⊹ who wont slime

13 ⊹ on the kitchen floor ( 𖦹 )

14 ⊹ (it was tails)

15 ⊹ so in hindsight

16 ⊹ under familiar lights ( 𖦹 )

17 ⊹ tba

taglist: closed! (50/50)

extra: moodboard | everyone’s decks | yn style guide

[nonranghaes]

heads up: minor injury (soonyoung fell and hurt himself a little).

"y'know, you don't have to go out of your way to impress me." you don't look up from soonyoung's bloody knee right now, an open first aid kit carefully balanced in your lap. the perks of him being a little bit dumb outside of your apartment building, skateboard currently propped up against the wall near the entryway.

all he can think about, though, is the way your fingers graze his skin while you're wiping down the wound with disinfectant. it stings, but soonyoung's just staring at you with this shy smile on his face. "i want to, though." he just smiles at you a little more, eyes twinkling as he admires you. "you need to think i'm cool."

"i've known you since we were in middle school, silly," you hum, continuing to patch him up with the patience you've always had for him. "so you'd have to do something pretty big to make me change my mind. you're a dork, and i love that about you."

he wants to let that be enough. but... he'd like it if, just once, you'd look at him with admiration. all he ever sees is that same softness in his eyes he's always thought meant you care about him like a friend--which he knows you do, but... there's something about the tenderness you carry now that makes him doubt himself that that's where it stops. the idea thrills him. the idea terrifies him. maybe joshua was right (and that scares him more, because if he is, and he really might be, then soonyoung knows he'll never hear the end of it).

with a bandage smoothed over his knee, he thanks you quietly before cuddling right back into you--the way he always has and thinks he always will, even if his friendship with you is just friendship. no matter what you think of him... he knows this is for life. he kisses your cheek the same way he does when you drive him home after he's gotten a little too drunk, thanking you with that sing-song-y cadence you've come to expect from him, and then he snuggles in to watch something dumb with you.

and it's not until after you think he's dozed off against your shoulder that you speak aloud a tiny truth meant just for yourself. "i've always thought you were cool, silly."

(and maybe, just maybe, soonyoung thinks he should take that step... but he'll wait one more day. just to treasure the moment.)

[valentiyne]

𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 ✘ 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗆!𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋

TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: Uncovering the truth about your little affair with Spiderman to your obvious friend Peter. What could go wrong? (Let me know if I should do a part two!)

Warnings: Mild cursing & Peter being a dork

Word Count: 1.5k (not proofread)

Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

Peter Parker stuck to himself for a majority of his time at Empire State High. I met him in middle school but we didn't meet up until eighth grade, and when I was stuck next to him in Chemistry- I knew we'd be inseparable. He was a nerd, a 4.8 GPA and enrolled in almost every club the counselors would allow.

He was a nerd, but he was also my best friend. My best friend that I hadn't talked to in two years.

The hundredth refilled coffee of the night almost dropped me to my knees. I was beyond exhausted, and it didn't help that my phone was almost dead. It was my fourth double this week, and I knew no amount of Redbulls would keep me going. There were a few stray customers sitting around the counter, reading the daily bugle or staring up at the old television playing a recap of the morning news.

Ben, a man who I've come to learn as a night shift security guard always came in before close. His hair was black with a few stray greys, mid forties with no wife or kids. He ordered a cherry pie with a black coffee and sat in silence until it was time to close.

He left a hefty tip- so I didn't mind.

"How you doing, Cherry." His nickname rolled off his tongue as he reaches down to grab his sweater from the stool. He knew everything about Peter and I, he had been here to see it all.

I shrug, dropping my dirty rag in the sink with a sigh. "I'll be okay."

"You said that two years ago when I first asked you." He teased, earning a small smile from me.

"That's what I like to see," He drops a twenty on the counter and gives a soft wave, letting the bells from the front door do the talking as he left to work.

As I lock the front door, I drop my skateboard to the floor and kick my feet up to head home. The skateboard was a limited edition OSCORP branded drop. Peter had camped out for two days to get it for me before the beginning of sophomore year, and i've treasured it every since. The train left 7 minutes ago, and I knew it would be a good forty minutes before I was home.

My headphones flowed with my hair as I pushed myself faster down the sidewalk. Queen was almost dead this time of night, aside from a few people who roamed the streets- and of course the vigilante the daily bugle has named Spider Man.

I've learned of his existence from a newspaper Ben was reading, his red and blue suit depicting on the front cover. It was something out a movie- a man who flies through the air with webs?

Peter thought it was fascinating, of course he did. He was a boy who thought everything was fascinating- except for me.

It wasn't that big of a deal, he liked Gwen. She was everything I wasn't. She had an internship at Oscorp, she was involved in the community, she was smart- if not smarter than Peter. Thank you Linkedln!

He was head over heels for her. And I was head over heels for him.

As my skateboard glided over the concrete, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket a few times. Slipping it out, I glance down to my screen to see a couple of messages from my roommate.

Just as I went to open the messages, my skateboard halted and I was launched from the board- sideways ankle and chin first into the rough pavement. "Fuck!" I cry out, my shaky hands immediately reaching for my chin. Crimson blood littered my fingers and I groaned obnoxiously, leaning down to my now shattered phone to check and see if it was still salvageable.

It was not.

Groaning in pain, I managed to extend my ankle out and look at it. It was probably a sprain, nothing that wasn't too life threatening but I knew I wasn't going to be able to skate any further.

Speaking of skating... Where the hell is my board?

I glance around the dark sidewalk, squinting to correct my vision but it was no use. My board was gone. I leaned down in pain, clutching my ankle and letting the blood drip onto the pavement below me.

I was screwed.

Peter kept his promise he had made to her years ago. He made sure she got home safe every night she worked. He watched her step out of the diner with his heart in his throat as he dangled off the side of a building. He had overheard all the conversations she had at work, not in a creepy way- he just wanted to know if she talked about him to some of her regulars.

His side hurt from a beating he took a few hours ago, a fight he had to cut short because he didn't want to miss "watching" her go home. He could have easily taken the guy out, but his mind was so lost on what went wrong between him and her. He wanted to just sleep. But the city never slept, and neither did he.

He left Gwen's apartment early this morning, almost couldn't stand the feeling of not watching and keeping tabs on the girl. His girl. It took him almost an hour to put the suit on, feeling like he wasn't strong enough mentally anymore. He wanted to walk her home as Peter, not Spiderman.

He told himself: stay away from her. Keep her safe that way.

But watching her collide with the pavement, her face hitting the hard cement and the board he had bought her going flying- he knew he had to step in.

I wiped the last of my blood from my chin with the back of my hand when a voice suddenly spoke right behind me.

"Ahem, You-Uh... You okay Miss?"

I yelped, turning around to see no one was there. My eyes traveling down the dark street and sidewalks.

Am I going crazy?

I look back down to my hands that were now stained red when the voice spoke again,

"I'm up here.." My head slowly angled upward and I see it- well I see him.

Standing ontop of a street light infront of me, I see none other than Spider Man.

"Yeah-" I cut my sentance off, my mind suddenly wandering to the fact that I was speaking to the infamous vigilante.

His head turns, his eyes on his mask narrowing at me. His mannerisms were odd, almost...familiar?

I look around, avoiding his gaze. "I fell off my skateboard... i need to get up," I hoist myself onto my right foot.

"Whoa whoa whoa", The man suddenly jumps down from his crouch position above and puts his hands on my shoulders. As his masked hands touch my shoulder, he flinches slightly. "The board isn't important, you're hurt."

My head shakes quickly, almost scrambling to get back on my feet. "No No no, you don't understand. That board, someone... he gave it to me."

The man steps back now, his eyes widening as he looks down at me. He looks... confused?

"Who did?"

I mentally slap myself in the face. He wasn't a therapist, he was a hero. I take a deep breath, "An old friend...." The breath that I let out was shaky, almost like I was about to cry.

The man now puts his hands up in defense, letting me get up onto my feet with a wince. I stumbled a bit from the unevenness, but I eventually got myself steady.

"I sprained my ankle," I say, gritting my teeth.

He immediately kneels down beside me and I limped as he starts to examine my ankle. He moves it gently, taking care not to cause any more pain. "It's not too bad," he says, "But it could use some ice."

I gave up hope looking for the board, and I let out a frustrated groan. I was annoyed. It was the last thing I had of Peter's, and now it was gone too.

"Shouldn't you be stopping a heist?" I suddenly snap, turning around to see the man standing behind me awkwardly.

He looks down at me and leans his hand back to scratch his neck sheepishly. "I saw what happened so.. I uh.. I wanted to help."

I look up at him now, feeling comforted by his presence. His posture, his voice, and everything else about him. He was familiar, but I couldn't place a finger on it.

I can't help but wonder how many other people he's helped like this. It's hard to believe that someone so extraordinary could exist in real life.

Now I just needed to figure out how I was going to get home.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 57

part 1 | part 56 | ao3

“I need a ride.”

Max is glaring at him over the counter with a skateboard tucked under her arm, no hello and no further explanation because why should he deserve one? Seriously, what is this? National Annoy Your Babysitter Day?

Steve leans over his side of the desk and rests his weight on his forearms, giving her an unimpressed look. "Did Dustin put you up to this?"

"To... needing a ride?" she asks him like he's stupid. God. All these kids are little assholes.

"Uh, yeah to needing a ride." He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest and resting a hip against the counter. "How do I know this isn't some convenient little-" he snaps his fingers for the word "-little scheme you shitheads cooked up to get me to sub in for Hellfire?"

"Steve," she says with feeling. Tucks her chin and holds his gaze. "Do I look like a dork to you?"

And, like, he can’t not take the opportunity, right? She handed it to him on a platter. He scans his eyes over her face, playing it up and humming to himself like he's just really not sure, like he needs another minute to think hard about the question.

"Oh, screw you!" She flips him the bird, but he can tell she's trying not to smile because he’s doing the same thing. Can feel himself caving already like a total softie. Something about these kids, man.

"Okay," he says; feels his face doing something tender and vaguely pathetic. He can't have her thinking he's gone too soft, though — that's how he ends up with another 'unlicensed teen driving his car while he's concussed' situation on his hands — so he pushes off the counter, widening his stance and pointing at her. "I’ll give you a ride, but you can't touch my radio.”

"Fine."

"And I'm dropping you off by 5:30."

That one, she protests. "Five-thirty?”

"Five-three-oh. I have a date tonight."

"Ew."

Wow. The goddamn entitlement. Like he isn’t doing her a huge favor right now. "So what I'm hearing is that you don't want that ride after all."

"I didn't say that," she says in a low rush.

"Mhmm." He glances down at the clock. "My shift's up in ten minutes. You can hang out in here while I finish up if you don't make a mess."

"Oh, if I don't make a mess?" she mocks. "Wow. So generous."

"Thank you," he answers. He goes back to working, keeping an eye on her browsing the aisles while he runs through his end-of-shift tasks — wipes down his work space, pulls his drawer. She seems bothered. On edge. Every time he glances over she's either tapping her foot or chewing her lip or throwing tense looks over her shoulder like someone's watching. If Steve didn't know her he'd think she was psyching herself up to shoplift.

But Steve does know her; knows all the crazy, horrifying shit that she's seen.

The twitchy way she's moving is starting to give him goosebumps.

When he goes to the back to clock out, to put his stuff up and say hey to Keith, she follows him. Hesitantly calling his name down the hall, a nervous quiver in her voice.

"Steve," she says, poking her head around the office door. Quiet. Urgent. Her face so suddenly pale that she looks carsick.

Keith wipes grease on a stack of reports and says, "Hey, you can't be back here," through a mouthful of chips.

Max ignores him. "Steve, I need to go."

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, one second, just gotta—"

"—No, now."

Steve turns and starts counting his drawer as fast as he can. The numbers jumble in his head. He curses under his breath and starts again. Twenty, forty, sixty, seventy—

"Steve!"

"Okay, Jesus, I'm hurrying!"

Eighty, eighty-five, ninety, ninety-one, two, three—

Max snatches his keyring off of his vest.

“Hey! What the- Max!” he shouts as he chases after her.

She’s already tugging open the driver’s side door by the time he catches up. Got a headstart while he was begging Keith not to fire him for running out without finishing his count.

"What the hell?" he demands, wrapping a hand around the fist she’s holding his stolen keys in.

She glares at him over the car door. “I’ve driven it before.”

���Yeah, and you didn’t have my permission then, either, you little shit.” Steve pries her hand open and takes back the keys. Frowns at her as she sneers right back.

Fucking stalemate with a fourteen year old girl, that’s what Steve Harrington’s life has turned into.

But under the bravado he can see that she's afraid, that something's seriously spooked her, and he needs to know what it is.

“…..Go around,” he sighs and slides into the car.

—

part 58

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[mapiforpresident]

Masterlist

Hi guys, my requests are open but back logged. I will get to them all eventually I just have a lot of school work so they are taking a little while to get through

Prompt List

Headcanons Masterlist

Barcelona

Our Little Family Masterlist (Alexia x reader x Mapi)

fcb femeni x reader

I'll try to behave

You look like hell

Alexia Putellas

A Tender Homecoming

A Joyous Revelation

Off to preschool

Potato Prank (blurb)

Hot Tub (blurb)

Most Likely To

Please Don't Leave Me pt 2 (sad ending) pt 2 (happy ending)

Head in the Game

I can do it (sister reader)

Ona Batlle

Braid My Hair

Mapi Leon

Baby Fever

Mapi x reader x Ingrid

Off to Norway

"I don't like the way she looked at you"

Targeted (blurb)

Change of Heart

Time to Celebrate

Late night baking

Claudia Pina

Starlit Pitch Confessions

Cooking Together (blurb)

Oblivious to Flirting

How Could You Do This part 1 part 2

Lucy Bronze

Skateboard Mishaps

Why won't you let me in (platonic)

Im not Sick (blurb)

Aitana Bonmatí

Secret Hotel Kisses

Confessions

Patri Guijarro

Dare

Patri x reader x Pina

Cozy winter cuddles

Salma Paralluelo

Caught

Arsenal

arsenal x reader

Ow kyra

Leah Williamson

A Night of Comfort

Spend the Night

New Beginning

Alessia Russo

Flirting 101

Lia Wälti

Team Bus Antics

Quiet Pining

Leah x reader x Lia

Post-Game Cuddles (blurb)

Smooth

Snores

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Defending on the Pitch (blurb)

Laura Wienroither

"Are you asking me out?"

Laia Codina

"You're such a dork."

Emily Fox

Enemies no longer

Katie McCabe

Sleepy Bus Rides (blurb)

Kyra

Team Pool Party (blurb)

Frauen Bundesliga

Lynn Wilms

Sick and Clingy

Georgia Stanway

Lovesick

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons bc idk when I'll run out

Floyd and clay both dig dark humor

The first time JD or Bruce make a dirty joke, they are shocked to hear their little brothers laughing about it, not used to them getting it

Floyd decides to "officially" come out and his bros are like "ok? We already knew that". Floyd doesn't understand how they knew, so JD explains it to him. Other boys weren't playing with dolls, wearing makeup, and the dead giveaway was when he talked about marrying a prince.

John Dory knows how to skateboard

When cooking, both John and Bruce do that thing of "let my ancestors guide me"

Clay imitates John when John's back is turned

When they were kids, John and Clay were the "dumb ones"

JD remembers most of his brothers first steps and words (he was a little too little for Bruce)

Floyd smoked weed at least a few times, it just makes him hungry and giggly

God the inside jokes they could have with each other

Floyd used to hide under his bed. When the brothers fight for the first time after reuniting (bc it's going to happen, it's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows) Floyd goes and hides under his bed, JD finds him and they have a lil heart to heart

Clay often put non-food items in his mouth. JD was often telling him to "spit it out", "get that out of your mouth", and "don't eat that, it's not food"

Bruce definitely got caught kissing his pillow like a dork

Bruce taught Floyd how to flirt with girls bc he was too gay to understand. After a few tries, Bruce just told him to pretend the girls were boys and it worked

JD made some weird combinations for food when he cooked for his brothers. Like Mac and cheese and hot dogs

Clay needs glasses, his brothers take notice when he holds his book all the way to his face. And John absolutely gives him shit for it

Branch is a lil feral when it comes to food

[sigmathesillyenigma]

baabe and asher highschool sweethearts headcanons! some of them are seperate, some together :3

baabe who in highschool, was a library dwelling tumblr nerd. when they weren't with ash, they'd sit curled up in the corner of the library, gnawing on a shitty crossiant and scrolling the depths of tumblr. total dork, but pulled it off and made it cute. ( galaxy leggings and black shorts over it type fit )

asher who in high school, was going through a sort-of-emo phase. despite his appearances, he was his same self, extroverted, laidback and strangely friendly for a guy dressed like a modern day male manipulator's idol. he'd spend most of his lunches with the pack, with baabe tucked into his side and him halfway tucked into david's ( against his will ) side. he didn't bring lunch most days, choosing to mooch off of everyone else ( david, the appointed sugar-daddy of the group ) for food.

baabe who went through all of asher's phases with him, even with how embarrassing or painful they were to watch progress. during his skateboarding phase, he'd drag baabe to the local skatepark afterschool and make them watch him attempt a kickflip for an hour, then get really pouty when they were infact not watching him "almost get it" for the sixteenth time. that wasn't the worst phase he'd been through, not even by a long shot.

asher who notices that baabe was getting teased quite a lot by some of the popular dickheads, and bites his knuckles trying not to throttle them. how did they not see that they were the most interesting, funny, beautiful, witty, smart, talented person to ever be? it infuriated him. one day, he finds them crying quietly in their usual book corner, phone abandoned as they try to pick twigs and leaves from their hair after they'd had stuff thrown at them during gym. after finding out what happened ( and picking out the remaining bits from their hair ) he stormed to tank, and went on an angry ramble about it, pacing back and forth for forty minutes. tank, who didn't really want to spend their whole lunchtime and last class listening to asher rant about it, took the situation into their own hands.

the bullying stopped pretty abruptly after that.

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this isn't the girldad series so no taglist

if u want a tag lmk :3

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[ares857]

internet find

[roseyuri]

PUSHIN’ N PULLIN’ yn

── a girly girl with mean girl syndrome, she loves pastels, shopping, makeup and fashion and hates kim minji with passion but for some reason can’t control the feeling in her chest when the girl gets extra close to her in an argument. (she’s working on it, she thinks she has a chest condition that needs to get checked out.)

✺ her profile

COOL WITH YOU yn

── the girl next door, she’s outgoing but mysterious, comes from parents that had her young and never really grew out of their teen stages so they raised a girl who loves rock music and old slasher movies, she loves her guitar, her song writing book and skateboarding but what she loves the most is kim chaewon but does chaewon know that? (NOT AT ALLL!)

✮her profile

MAGNETIC yn

── a girl who’s pretty awkward and comes from a rich family that doesn’t pay her any mind which is what made her commit an extremely impulsive choice of becoming an idol, she loves to draw and paint whatever clothes she owns has paint splatters on them, complete theatre kid, this dork somehow pulls the two big stars of the group (she’s completely oblivious because she’s convinced that no one can like her!)

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OMG yn

── a sweetheart on the inside and grunge indie kid on the outside, new jeans minji’s older sister, you could call her flirty but she would deny it saying that’s just who she is, she doesn’t do it on purpose, she’s completely oblivious of the hold she has on people, with her charms and her care for others. so oblivious to the point that she doesn’t even know the hold she has on her little sister’s best friend.

✹her profile

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

[jealousjersey]

๋࣭⭑🍒⚝”charmer” ๋࣭⭑🍒⚝

pairing // best friend!clapton x fem reader

mentions // sneaking inside, sniffing panties, clapton lil weirdo dude, best friends to lovers, unprotected p in v (birth control mentioned, wrap it!) taking each others virginity’s, fem reader with breasts and vag, they say i love you in this one, porn with plot, horny jersey rambling blah blah blah you get fucked in this one. lottts of dialog

tags // clapton davis x reader

wc // 2k+

authors note // going back to the old layout bc i miss it. also ive been flopping lately…pls jhutch fandom dont die on me im sooooo back

a party is across the street, you weren't invited so why would you go? the neighborhood you live in is definitely not quiet, and it's not like you didn't hear clapton open your window

"What's up?" you say to him. he tosses his skateboard on your carpet and takes his sunglasses off, laying them on your desk

"ditched the party, cops were called and i wasn't getting involved in that tonight. he says, sitting comfortably on your bed. he's always been a bit invasive but who cares. at this point what's yours is his.

he notices a pair of lacy black panties on your floor, decorated by a dark red bow on the seam.

"well what do we have here, ms 'im a virgin. who would've known you owned this pretty thing" he teases you, which he knows works because your cheeks are bright red.

"shut up...don't look at my underwear" you say, attempting to snatch them from his hands but he dodges and twirls then in his fingers. "they're dirty put them down, i just took them off"

"yeah? were you expecting anyone special? someone to...take these off of you?" he teases you once more, knowing he's getting under your skin

you reach for his hand again, desperately trying to grab them. he stands up from the bed and moves away. he looks you in the eyes and brings them up to his nose, deeply inhaling the scent of you. his eyes roll back and you can hear his exhale, shaky and...sexy?

"damn you smell good..." he mumbles, climbing on the bed beside you. you are in shock but also incredibly turned on by him.

"barging up in my room through my window, then sniffing my dirty panties. you're just full of surprises; aren't you clapton?" you scoff teasingly.

"what can I say, I'm a charmer" he hummed and smirked, throwing his hands up in the air. He paused for a moment and looked over in thought.

"speaking of charming, have you been with anyone?"

you pretend to think back, knowing youre a absolute virgin. "not that i can think of." you joke like the dork you are.

"oh haha very funny, smartass" he said while sarcastically laughing, before turning more to his side to look at you more directly. He put one arm on the other "so seriously now, who's the last person vou've been with?"

"nobody. is it not obvious the only action i get is from that stupid wand you bought me as a gag gift?" you say, cheeks turning red. why did you bring that up?

"oh... the hitachi wand? you still use it?" he said and raised a brow, a smirk growing on his face again. he chuckled and shifted in his spot to face you more. crossing one of his legs and tilting his head slightly

"yes i still use it. you bought it for a reason, correct?" you look at him with a slight grin, having an idea as to where this is going.

“Mhm, I did. Just surprised that you still use it”

he hummed in response, still looking at you. he paused for a moment before speaking again

“…when was the last time you used it?”

“last night, actually.” you mutter, just loud enough so he can hear but quiet enough that it shows your embarrassment by this conversation.

his smirk grew slightly wider, moving in just a little closer to you

“oh really now?” he said in a low tone, shifting from his spot once again, this time laying on his side and resting his head and one of his arm “whatdya you think about?” he says seductively

“…you, i thought about you” you confess in a whisper. he let out a slight, quiet chuckle. scooting a little closer to you, his teasing smirk remaining on his face. looking over you as he spoke with a sultry tone that can’t help but make your stomach flutter

“oh yeah? what was I doing in your thoughts?” you can’t help but let out a soft groan, closing your knees together as you feel yourself growing wetter. he places his hand on your thigh, looking up at you, silently asking for your consent. he’d never do anything you weren’t comfortable with and you knew that. you nod and place your hand on top of his.

“everything…thought about you fucking me…fingering me…eating me out. all of it” you say breathlessly as the thoughts come back to you. He bit the inside of his cheek as his smirk stayed on his face. Moving his body just a little bit closer to you, he let out a quiet hum

“So you just dream about me… taking my time on you. Making you feel good, huh?” you bite your lip to conceal a moan, his voice enough to make you cum on the spot

“yes. made me feel so good…” you whimper. He couldn’t help but to shiver at the sweet sound of your whimper, moving closer once again. He was practically just mere inches away from you now. He’s hand began to reach around, slowly going up and down your arm before moving to caress your cheek

“Did you moan my name?” he asked curiously, a smirk still planted on his face

“yeah, moaned your name so fuckin’ loud” you gasp as his thumb slides your panties to the side.

He had a feeling you did, but hearing you say it yourself made him feel something. It made the smirk on his face grow wider as he caressed your cheek once more

“I bet I could make you moan my name once more” he said, his other hand slowly going down your waist, his thumb circling around just above your clit. enough to make you turned on but not enough to give you what you needed.

“yeah?” you whimper

he hummed in response as left hand continued trailing down your waist and onto your hip. he gently gripped it as he slowly circled his right thumb along the edge of your cunt, feeling you drip for him.

“mhm, I can. I know what to do to make you scream my name. just like you did in your little dream”

“i’m giving you the green light, make me yours, clapton.” you let out a deep breath and smile with half lidded eyes.

he was waiting for that exact sentence, his smirk growing once again as he removed his thumb and suddenly grabbed onto you and pulled you on top of him. you could feel that he was already a little hard. his hands gripping your hips as his eyes look up at you from underneath, a dark look in them

“you want me so badly.. don’t you. That’s why you dream about me, baby”

“want you more than anything. fuck me like you’re famished and i’m your last meal.” you say in a sexy voice, low and raspy.

He watched you carefully as you spoke. you feel him grow painfully hard under you. The words that came out of you only making his smirk grow wider. He gripped your hips a little tighter, gently grinding them into his own as a slightly low grumble escaped his throat

“God darling, I’m starved. You have no idea how badly I want to devour you, savor you.”

you moan softly and slip your panties down, spreading your legs for him.

*He watched with hungry eyes as you slipped your underwear down. He could feel how wet you were already, he bit his lip as he watched you spread your legs. He gently gripped your hips, holding them in place as he lifted his own hips and grinded against you. Letting out a quiet, shaky shaky breath

“you have no idea how badly i need you.”

“show me how bad you need me” you moan softly, rubbing your swollen clit against his leg to gain some friction.

“With pleasure, darling”

He mumbled under his breath as his hands slowly trail up from your hips to your waist, his grip on you becoming a little tighter than before. He moved his body a little, the tip of his cock aching to be let out of his pants. he starts to slip out of his jeans and throws them on the floor. he takes his hot dick out of its prison and gently starts to massage his tip, letting out spurts of precum as he maintains eye contact.

“before we do anything, you know i’m a virgin, right?” you say embarrassed by your lack of experience.

“so am i, we’ll figure it out together” he mumbles, still relieving the red painfully hard bulge in his hand.

you lay down on your back and take your shirt off, revealing your breasts which you always caught him staring at. why wouldn’t he? they’re perfect.

he groans at the sight of you; spread out and all for him.

he leans down and kisses you gently, then becoming more passionate and more confident. he bites your lower lip softly begging for entrance. you grant him access to your mouth, moaning at the taste of him. his tongue explores your mouth as he lines himself up with you, stopping the kiss to ask

“are you completely sure about this? once this happens we can’t go back to being just friends. i need to know you want this as much as i do”

you think about it, making sure this is exactly what you want.

“yes, yes clapton. this is what i want. i want you. i love you.” you say, looking directly into his dark brown eyes.

“i love you too” he says softly as his tip reaches your cunt

“are you ready?” he asks shakily, nervous for this. he’s finally loosing his virginity to you, something that has only happened in the deepest parts of his mind.

“yes, make me yours” you say softly and stare into his eyes.

he places a hand beside your pillow and uses his other hand to guide himself into you.

you feel the bittersweet pain of his dick entering you, stretching your tight cunt out for the first time. as he pushes in deeper you let out short moans of pleasure, until he hits that spot

your cherry pops as he goes deeper, you whine in pleasure and pain and he stops after feeling the tear

“everything okay?” he asks, worried.

you smile at his expression and nod

“everything’s okay, just a little burn. keep going, please.”

at your request he continues, slowly pushing back into you and hitting your soft spot with a thrust. you moan loudly and grip the sheets.

“yeah? feel good?” he moans and maintains his movements, in and out, in and out.

“yeah…feels so good. don’t stop” you moan, feeling each ridge of him that you soak in your wetness. the burn is becoming a lot more bearable. his length rams into your gspot once more and you shake under him.

his eyes roll back in his head, making the sexist face you’ve ever seen before. and to know you’re the one making him feel this good makes you moan in satisfaction.

“been…dreaming bout this..so long” he grunts as he deeply thrusts into you, his arms shaking beside your head from the pure adrenaline that comes from fucking your best friend.

“yeah? dreamt about it?” you moan, under him squirming and writhing as your legs begin to shake.

“fuck…yeah. everywhere…here…in a park…locker room…everywhere. wanna take you everywhere. make you mine everywhere” he groans, taking a hand up to lean your face up towards his. he looks into your half lidded eyes and brushes his thumb along your cheeks, feeling the heat which covers your skin in a pink hue.

“so fuckin pretty” he groans as he stares into your eyes with his deep brown ones, having been covered with lust for quite a bit now

he pulls out ever so slightly and then rams into you with force, making you scream his name

“clapton! fuck you feel so good” you moan

“tell me how bad you want my dick, how has you need me” he grunts and thrusts his hips into you, hitting your gspot beautifully each beat.

“need you…need your dick…want it so bad, fuck!” you moan out, tears of pleasure running down your face messing up your mascara to the point where it’s dripping down your flushed face

“so good for me…god this pussy was made for me to destroy” he takes his thumb and rubs your clit as his dick pumps in and out of your leaking cunt

“clapton i’m so close…” you gasp and moan

“wait a few minutes longer, yeah? can you do that for me? of course you can…such a good little thing for me” he pumps into you, circling your swollen bud with his calloused thumb causing the bubbling building up in your lower stomach. so close to release…so close.

the squelching noise of both parts filling up the room deliciously and making it so incredibly hard not to cum right then and now. you feel his hips stutter against yours. finally, time for you to cum.“fuck…baby let it all out..cum all over my cock” he groans and looks at you, sweat covering his forehead.

“cum inside me…i’m on birth control” you say, staring into his eyes. he groans, his hips stutter with pleasure and purpose. he shoots his white liquid deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. you moan and your legs begin to shake, feeling your release cover him. you ride out the high and your hips buck forward. his stray hairs tickle your sensitive clit which causes you to moan loudly again

“oh fuck, clapton that…oh god” you say, starting to feel the aftershock. you’re sweaty and your makeup is ruined. clapton pulls out of you and leans his head against your neck, biting the lobe of your ear and whispering softly

“aren’t i a charmer?” he kisses your neck softly.

you let out a breath that you desperately held, panting and looking up to him

“yes, yes you are.”

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