#what is this like a procrastination thing? you wanna wait till the last minute to try? idfgi. wtf is wrong with you

[snekdood]

"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.

[ramzawrites]

Dream World - A Sibling!Mutant!Reader Story - Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

GEN

Pairings: None

Characters included: Leonardo

Warnings: swearing

Series: Yes!

Summary: Y/N just your average human being who goes to university. Meeting up with her friend to study only to procrastinate to watch movies with her. So when Y/N falls asleep in their living room, next to their best friend only to wake up somewhere else. And when suddenly a weird green monster appears in front of them they can’t help but panic and be mighty confused.

Word count: 3212

Authors Note: I wanna write some sibling stuff plus I enjoy mutant reader stories but there aren’t a lot. This idea just grabbed me and didn’t let me go so I will try to work on it every now and again but it will be probably be slow updates. That said I actually took the time to map out the story for once, so I’m hoping to actually finish this one. I just really need a project to work on at the moment.

Y/N knew immediately that something was wrong when they woke up and felt eerily peaceful.

Normally their mornings were stressed and hectic, them rushing around their own flat to freshen up and get dressed all while battling their sleepiness that was still deep in their bones.

Today though they woke up and it was nice and quiet. A stray sunbeam managed to fall through their window, bathing their face in a soft and warm light. This must be what has woken them up, but Y/N didn’t mind since for the first time in a long time they felt somewhat rested. Sure, their usual fatigue was still there but it wasn’t the sleepy haze that pulled at them, beckoning to return to the warmth of their bed, back into a dreamless void.

Yeah, today was surprisingly peaceful.

And this unnerved them.

There was no possible way that this would be the start for their day. Something must have been off, something forgotten.

But what?

Y/N absentmindedly pulled on their blanket, pulling it further against their face as they pondered what on earth could they be forgetting?

Almost as if the universe wanted to help out, their phone rang and when Y/N read the name on the screen they let out a panicked shriek. With this sudden spike of panic, that truly seemed to wake them up, they grabbed the phone and pressed on accept.

Lurching forward, pushing their blanket away from them only to kick it to the end of their bed, they yelled out “Oh my god! May! I’m so sorry! I just woke up!”

May’s laugh filled their ear “I fucking knew it! Honestly, I expected you to be late, but it’s been an hour now!”

Y/N pressed their hand against their forehead, sighing a deep painful sigh “I’m so sorry. I’ll be over there as soon as possible, and I owe you definitely a coffee and a snack. Give me like twenty minutes!”

“I mean I was about to say I waited an hour for you I can squeeze in a few minutes more, but free food does sound fantastic. Don’t stress yourself but get your butt moving!”

Yelling out a hasty goodbye and a few confessions of appreciation and love towards her good nature and patience, Y/N basically threw the phone back on the bed to sprint into the bathroom.

They knew they shouldn’t have hung out with both of their sisters till like 3 a.m. but they couldn’t help themself! Nowadays it’s difficult to get the whole family together since it seemed like they all managed to choose universities or colleges that have been too far away from each other which meant that it wasn’t a thing of casually meeting up anymore.

Both sisters had managed to visit Y/N during their free time, spending a few days at their place. Sadly, both drove back home at around 3 a.m. since they too had plans tomorrow.

Hence why Y/N is here an hour late even though they promised May that both would meet up to study for their graduation exams. It was the last two semesters and since time liked to fly past them, they offered May that the two begin slowly preparing. It was something a few teachers and professors said as advice. Y/N already knew this would mostly just be preparing for the immediate next exams and not the graduation exams, which was fine by them.

After all, Y/N liked to be busy and prepared. May would always roll her eyes at that but still go along with it. It’s also the reason why May called them Bee for a nickname. Y/N is a busy bee indeed.

That didn’t mean though they didn’t oversleep… every now and again. Or often.

After getting dressed and ready, Y/N threw their hands into the bowl that held their keys and fished them out with an annoyed sigh. Taking one more look in the mirror they decided that they looked presentable enough which meant they could finally leave their apartment.

It only took a few minutes until they arrived at their local library since they lived pretty close to campus. It was an incredibly lucky find and they were still praising whatever higher being was out there that allowed them to find a cheap flat close to their university. It even had a living room! It wasn’t just bedroom, kitchen and bathroom but also it had a god damn living room! Having a living room while only working part time jobs due to university was something special, alright?

It wasn’t difficult to spot May. It never was. She loved wearing brightly colored dresses that seemed to shine even brighter against her black skin. May also had a penchant to put little decorative clips into her black curls. And if that wasn’t enough, she also had the most warm and brightest smile Y/N has ever seen on a human. Being in the same room as May always seemed to cheer them up no matter what.

Today May wore a nice yellow dress with orange flowers printed all over it. She had her hair simply pushed back by a yellow hairband that was adorned by orange plastic flowers.

Y/N softly placed the coffee cup they bought on the way to the library and pushed it into May’s view, since she was still busy reading some sort of textbook.

Her eyes first landed on the coffee cup quizzically before her gaze followed Y/N’s hand and arm to finally look into their eyes.

“Y/N! You are finally here! And with an apology as well!” she happily exclaimed as she grabbed the cup without question and took a hasty sip from it only to immediately choke on the hot drink.

Setting down their bag on the table to sit down next to their best friend Y/N began cackling at May’s behavior “You damn well know it’s from the café outside, I really thought I didn’t have to warn you that it’s hot!” They were also holding onto their own hot drink, though clearly not taking a sip just yet.

It took a few more coughs until May could finally respond “Well, you should have. I was just so happy about a free macchiato that I lived briefly in a world where drinks were at the perfect temperature and not too cold or, if you can believe it, too hot.”

“Well, I hope your tongue isn’t too destroyed from a clearly hot beverage that you had your hands wrapped around because I also brought us this” A grin spread on Y/N’s face as they moved their hand that was hiding beneath the table to show that they were holding on to a little package.

May gasped excitedly “Cookies! I love it when you come too late, Y/N.”

“I don’t” Y/N deadpanned only to break out into laughter alongside May.

Fishing out their laptop Y/N placed it in front of them “Welp, time for the not so fun part. Might as well get this over with and then maybe we can do something actually fun.”

“Alright. Let’s get the show on the road then.”

It didn’t take long for more books to cover their table as they begun studying. It wasn’t going horrible, but both were groaning every now and again when they reached a new block in the road.

Luckily since the two had the same major they could help each other out or work together to find a possible solution.

While they took quick breaks in between they decided at one point to grab a salad or a pastry from the café outside. Since they have been cooped up inside the library for hours now, they decided to sit outside of the café with their newly acquired food.

May happily dug into her salad “So, why exactly did you oversleep this time?”

“Oh! My sisters visited me, and we hung out and talked for hours on end. It was nice seeing them both after weeks of just talking via phone.”

As Y/N continued to tell May all about what has happened in the lives of their sisters, May just kept smiling happily. Every now and again throwing some remarks in to keep the conversation going but she mostly kept on listening to Y/N’s happy rambling.

At some point Y/N became aware of this and faltered for a moment, feeling it rude to gush about their sisters to their friend while the two were hanging out but May immediately asked them to give her the details as to why the youngest decided to leave her part time job for another.

May was great like that. She knew how much the two meant to Y/N and she was always happy to hear about them. Their sisters met her a few times as well over the years, so it wasn’t at least Y/N rambling about strangers to May. Even then she probably wouldn’t have minded.

It made Y/N remember that May was also patient whenever they ranted about their current hyperfixation.

Y/N stopped talking as they took another sip of their drink, eyeing May as their thoughts kept swirling about “I’m glad I know you, May.”

Instead of just laughing it off or exclaiming that this was weird to say May’s smile just widened “Aww! I’m glad as well!”

She went quiet for a second. Both just happily basking in the little moment before she spoke up again, changing the topic “Well, if your reason for being too late are your sisters, I would have even forgiven you even without the coffee. Happy I still got it though.”

She stuck her tongue out towards Y/N for a second before taking a sip from her new coffee as if to almost make a point, even though this time she paid for her drink herself.

“Since I kept talking about my family, how about you tell me how your mom and brother are doing! Your mom doing better?”

May nodded energetically “Yes! The flu has finally decided to leave her alone! Good for Derek honestly because he was stuck with having to take care of her. Try telling my mom to go lay down and rest when she is all like ‘It’s just the dishes’! I’m surrounded by workaholics, for real!” She made sure to also narrow her eyes at Y/N accusingly.

Y/N’s eye lit up “That reminds me! We should definitely head back and continue working. But sorry, continue on.”

“You can’t be real, Bee! Just a little bit more! You can’t tell me that your brain isn’t still smoking as well! In fact, how about we head to your place and put on a few movies. I’ll even buy some snacks for us. You know as a way to strengthen us so we can deal with all the studying that will be upon us in the weeks coming.” May had the edges of the table in a death grip as she slightly leaned forward. Surprising even Y/N who is pretty much used to May’s mannerisms.

With a pained expression Y/N mulled this over. Studying is important but movie day with May and snacks sounds amazing indeed. Free snacks at that.

And to Y/N’s chagrin there was May, widening her eyes and pouting. The puppy dog eyes. Y/N’s kryptonite.

“No, we can’t… There are exams coming up…”

May leaned even closer, somehow her brown eyes seemed bigger and shinier.

“I won’t fall for it, May. I’m so much stronger since last time you pulled this.”

“Please?” May asked. Her voice wavered even a bit. Putting every ounce of emotion into this little word.

Staring another few seconds into May’s shining eyes they sighed, visibly slumping down in their chair “Alright. You win. Movie day it is.”

May pumped her fists into the air “Yes! Yes! No one can withstand the May puppy dog eyes!”

“I feel like at this point I should unionize with your mom and Derek so we all can work towards breaking this win streak of yours.”

“You may try but you all will fail either way. I would only need to break one of you for all you to fall like a house of cards.” She stood up to grab Y/N’s hand so she could start tugging them along. It reminded Y/N of a child that wanted to show their parent something amazing.

Y/N stood up and begun following May back to their apartment “You are evil Miss May Wellis.”

“And yet you love me!”

“Just barely.”

“Hey!”

After going to the local corner store to grab some snacks, the two finally reached Y/N’s apartment. May was bouncing on her feet the whole way. Rambling off all the movies she really wanted to watch.

Once Y/N opened the front door of their apartment May brushed past them to make her way into the little but comfy living room. May loved hanging out at their place and honestly half of the decoration in the apartment was from her. She loved to make the small place as comfortable as possible.

Honestly if there was enough space Y/N would have offered for them to move in together already since May was lowkey already living here anyway, but alas multiple things got in the way.

The living room had a huge fluffy rug in front of the sofa which in return was covered in a ton of pillows and blankets. Courtesy of May, of course.

Y/N grabbed some drinks out of their fridge and went back into the living room to sit down on the rug next to May who was already making a bit of a nest using all the blankets and pillows. The snacks were on the ground ready to be taking and snacked upon.

“So, what do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as they settled on the ground against the sofa.

May scooted over towards them to lay a blanket across the two “How about we rewatch The Mitchells vs the machines?”

This made Y/N chuckle “You really love that movie.”

“I do!” May exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air to accentuate her point.

With the remote in Y/N’s hand they just nodded along as May counted off all her favorite things about the movie “Alright, alright! I choose the next movie though!”

Opening up Netflix, Y/N looked through for the movie and started it.

Almost as if to show off how often May did watch the movie she began voicing along a few lines whenever she could which made Y/N just laugh along happily.

The movie ended way too soon for May’s liking, but this gave Y/N the chance to choose a movie. Choosing one of their own favorites. The second movie soon moved unto a third movie which led to a fourth, fifth and even sixth one.

Y/N and May chatted while they watched. Mostly about their essays and exams but also more about their families. Both had perpetual smiles on their faces as they casually cuddled together how they usually did during movie nights.

May’s head at some pointed landed on Y/N’s lab and when they absentmindedly begun playing with her hair, she let out a big yawn.

Minutes later May was fast asleep in their lab and it didn’t take long for Y/N to follow along as well. Falling into a dreamless sleep, holding on to their best friend. Their last thought being of how serene and happy the day was.

When Y/N woke up again, they once again felt unnerved.

Their eyelids felt like led and it took a lot of patience and concentration just trying to open them. Were they that deep in their sleep?

Yet as their eyes opened it seemed their gut feeling wasn’t for nothing.

They expected a lot when they woke up. Either they would have woken up and saw that they somehow managed to sleep sitting up, which would probably end up with a painful neck. Maybe they would have fallen down on the ground next to May to sleep. Maybe the two would have woken up just to properly get into their own beds.

But when they opened their eyes, they were met with a concrete ceiling.

Their flat did not have a concrete ceiling!

As panic rose in them, they shot up, only to be overwhelmed as their head began to pound. It felt like their skull was being split in two and they couldn’t help to curse as they clenched their eyes shut to get through this sudden pain that wrought havoc through their head. It seemed like every pound coincided with their panic ridden heartbeat.

Trying to get through their pain Y/N took deep and slow breaths. Everything was wrong but right now they needed to clam down and get through this. They needed to find out what exactly had happened.

There was a sudden gasp next to them. Fear struck like lightning through them. Their head immediately snapping to the sound.

A panicked and hoarse shriek left Y/N’s mouth as they saw something they could only describe as a monster.

It was a person? A green person. A hard surface, maybe a plastron, across his chest and something like a shell on his back. A blue bandana across his wide eyes. Two red crescents marked his face across his eyes. He was clearly in the middle of just casually walking into the room as he spotted Y/N awake. It looked like he literally froze up in the middle of his movement.

Y/N realized they were on a stretcher and moved back against the wall. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Everything is wrong!

The weird person monster thing suddenly seemed to realize that he must have frozen up because he shook his head to get out of his stupor, his shocked expression now changed out for a big smile.

He immediately strode closer to Y/N who tried their best to meld into the stone wall behind them.

“You are awake! Oh my- You are awake! How are you feeling?”

Y/N tried to say something, but panic seized up their vocal cords.

Blue, they decided to call him after his bandana color, seemed to notice their panic because his happy expression changed back into that of worry.

He softly put his hand on their shoulder in an almost familiar fashion, definitely noticing them trying to flinch away “Hey, hey. It’s alright. You are fine! You are safe!”

Are they though?

As they finally spoke, they noticed how hoarse their voice truly sounded “What… What is going on? Who- What? Who are you? What do you want from me?”

They didn’t think it’s possible, but Blue’s green skin seemed to pale. His mouth falling open as he took a step back.

“Y/N? You don’t remember… me?”

Y/N frantically shook their head. Should they? How? When? He did know their name though but there could be plenty of ways to find that out.

He just stared at them, probably trying to read their expression. His hands flew towards the top of his chest, his finger tapping against himself “I’m… Come on. This is not funny Y/N.”

But when Y/N didn’t relax he must have realized that they were very much honest with him.

“It’s me! Leo! Leonardo! Leon Neon! You know… your brother!”

[biscuitblinkeu]

Be Mines [9]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2633

This has taken me a month and it shouldn’t have. I procrastinate so much and I just wanna say I’m sorry you guys had to wait this long and that I hope I get back on track with my updates. P.s - I’m going to add a keep reading label later today

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“You said…kiss me again.” Oh, God, she’d love too.

“I-I did?” You stuttered, embarrassed and shocked.

Did you actually voice your thoughts out loud?

When Rosé sets the burners to warm and confirms with a nod you wanted to turn invisible right then and there. “Wow- I uh, what I meant was…” You trail off as Rosé chuckles under her breath, seemingly amused. Moving in between your legs, warm hands settle on your thighs, and Rosé presses a kiss to your lips— just a peck. It doesn’t go further than that, but it shuts you up.

There’s a fire! A fire! Woah, where? In your chest, down through your stomach, and eventually between your—

“I can kiss you again, and again, and a lot more later. But let’s eat?” Rosé looks you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. “Okay, yeah.” And a lopsided grin spreads across your face. She helps you hop off the counter and you both wash your hands. Then she plates the stir fry and wow, does it smell delicious.

You sit at the island table stools, across from the blonde. During eating, conversation, smiles, and glances are exchanged.

You round the table and start rolling up your sleeves of your hoodie, ready to wash the dishes made from the dinner when Rosé all but shoves her last spoonful of food into her mouth and scurries toward you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rosé loads the sink with her dish and the dishes used when cooking, shooing you away. You're her guest!

“Let me wash them, please.” You whine, fighting to stand in front of the sink. You huff, adamant and stubborn on doing the dishes. “You cooked for us, so I should clean. I caused you some trouble tonight too. I could’ve left with a weirdo— although I don’t think Irene is one. But you know what I mean.”

At the mention of that woman’s name, Rosé’s face sours and she pouts. You laugh at this, taking the scrub brush from her hands, which her arms fall to her sides uselessly, and start doing the dishes.

A minute goes by till Rosé’s voice cuts through the air. “Ah! Don’t mention her,” she whines, and then a bit begrudgingly, “she almost took you home…” Took you away from her. And then the attorney is back hugging you.

Her arms wrap tight around your waist and she buries her head into your neck. Humming at the warmth, you lean into her. “I like you like this.” You say, loving this soft side of her. It makes you want to stay forever in this moment, wrapped in her embrace. And the thought alone gives your heart a jolt and you feel your cheeks warming slightly.

You were falling, and fast. Should you feel guilty you got over Jaylyn so fast?

When you finish, Rosé wordlessly brings you to her room. Hank trots after you two, only for her to shut the door on him (softly). He whimpers and scratches at the door, making you feel bad. You turn to Rosé, the looks on your face: questioning.

“He’ll be fine, he’s going to find something else that catches his attention in a minute or two.” She reasons.

Rosé needs to talk to you privately, to address the elephant in the room. She doesn’t want Hank to see, and this is if things go well, the two of you being intimate. That’s her baby!

“This thing going on between us, it’s confusing, I’m confusing you,” Rosé starts, plopping down and sitting cross legged on her bed. She gestures for you to join her, and when you do, she continues. “I’d like for it not to be that way, because I feel things for you (Y/n), and…it terrifies me. But I want this, you.”

Your throat felt dry as Rosé trailed her fingertips behind your ear and then down your neck, which she then cupped with her hand. A flash of emotion lingered in Rosé’s eyes and your heart skipped a beat when you saw it. Rosé’s other hand slowly moved to touch your thigh and a smile flashed on her face when she heard your breath hitch.

“I liked the kiss that we shared back then, the night we spent together. I liked the way that you looked at me. I liked it. I liked it all.” You felt a slight pull on your neck, and you swore that Rosé could hear your heartbeat as she slowly closed the distance between you until your lips were just a breath apart. “I like you, (Y/n).”

You can’t help but grin into the kiss. Her lips were soft, the kiss firm, while yours were somewhat eager. Your fingers gripped onto the sheets below as she pulled you closer and closer.

She likes you.

Gently, you're pulled onto her lap, straddling her. As soon as you're comfortable, her lips are moving against yours again. Although this time a tongue swipes across the bottom your lips as the two of you deepen the kiss. It's intoxicating, and your body thrums from the excitement. All you can think about is Rosé and how amazing it is to kiss her again.

Rosé, the same, all she can think about is you. In her arms. Her senses are overwhelmed with the feel of you against her, your taste, scent, everything you. She doesn’t kiss with a hunger, instead hoping to pour her feelings into the kiss. You alternate between kissing her and nibbling at her bottom lip (she loves that).

"Rosé.." You whispered, the blonde pulling away because of the lack of oxygen but it did not stop her from kissing you, her lips moving to kiss lightly along your cheek and along your jaw, heading down your neck. Your hand grabbed at the hoody which she was wearing, and you trembled as you felt her teeth nipping at your skin. "S-Say it again."

"I like you." Rosé husked out, branding the words into your skin as she nipped and sucked at your neck.

"A-Again." You repeated, a bit more breathless this time. She chuckled, her breath ghosting over your chest as she nipped at the skin. "I like you."

“Again,” you pleaded, the rush you feel when she tells you those three words is warm. “I like you.”

You indulged in her kisses and touches for a while more, then gently pulled away, leaving a chaste kiss on her lips. You played with the collar of her hoodie, occasionally locking eyes with her. “I’m sure you want to hear my reply,” you teased, “I’m really happy you like me. I like you too, Rosé.”

The corners of Rosé’s lips turned upward, and she leaned forward to give you a brief peck on the nose before saying, “Well, then I think I should ask you… Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned at her, reaching out to hold her hands, you pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“I would love nothing more.”

…

“Thank you, bye! And be safe on the roads!” You yelled, returning your Mother’s wave. She had just dropped your daughter off, who was spending time with her grandparents on your side.

You shut the door behind you and turned to Nala. She had already taken her boots off and was waiting for you to help her with her coat. Your heart broke at the sniffles and occasional coughs coming from your five year old. You hated when your child got sick, it was a universal parent-worry.

Like many times before, Nala stomped the snow off her shoes and snatched her hat and gloves off, putting them in a purple basket next to the door. This gave her hair a bit of a wild look, making you smile.

“Did grandpa and grandma give you any medicine before dropping you off?” You asked, pulling her coat zipper down. She muttered ‘soup’, and something about nasty purple liquid. You knew you had to give her more medicine though.

After getting her out of her layers of winter clothing, you left for a bit to get her a towel and underwear and pajamas. You were preparing a bath for her because you didn’t want her sleeping in her sweat. Waiting for you, Nala wandered the house looking for Rosé. She found her in the living room, wrapped up in a cover and watching TV.

“Hi, Rosé!” Her little face lit up like a Christmas tree. Rosé smiled widely at her, pushing the covers off and moving to give her a hug. But the little one took a step back.

“No! You can’t hug me!” Nala said, pouting. She wanted to hug Rosé but she couldn’t.

Rosé frowned, and asked. “Why not?”

“Nala is sick, don’t want you to get sick too, so no hugs!” She said stubbornly. Rosé felt relieved that was why she couldn’t hug her. But worried, too, knowing she was sick.

“You’re sick?” Nala nodded sadly.

Rose hummed. “Well, I heard hugs can make someone better. Along with medicine.” This made Nala perk up a bit.

“Really?

“Really.”

That wasn’t completely a lie, but Rosé also knew that a lot of people believed they could get better by hugging.

Atleast, she believed that when she was little.

She opened her arms up and tiny arms circled around her waist, Rosé gave her a squeeze and then pulled away.

The two were plopped on the couch watching some cartoons when you came back. You smiled at the sight. “Nala, baby? The bath is ready.” You said, shaking the beige bath towel in your hands.

“Okay!” Nala wiggled off the couch and ran to your bathroom. She loved baths.

You heard her squeal upon seeing the amount of bubbles you put in (she loved bubbles). You shook your head amused, mirroring Rosé’s smile before walking after her.

You helped her take off her clothes and she hopped in. A rubber duck floated next to her as she cupped bubbles in her hands, giggling. You had lined up her shampoo, body wash, and body oil on the side of you easy to grab.

After giving her ten minutes to play around, you started to wash her hair, rinsing the soap suds off. You were careful to not get it in her eyes. You gently massaged the condition in her hair before rinsing some of that out too. Nala hummed the SpongeBob theme song as you did this.

“Mommy, the blue one, use the blue one—” She directed, pointing to the blue-colored body wash. It was almost gone because you used it so much, it was her favorite.

You led her towel-clad self to her room and set her on her bed as you searched through her dresser for something warm. Something warm but not in the sense it’d make her too hot. She’s already feverish with the cold she has.

“Can you do me a favor and lift your arms up for me?”

“Mhm!” She nods, allowing you to slip a tank top on.

You grab her bear onesie, holding the bottoms so she could slide her feet through, and then zip it up. She jumps happily and pushes the hood on, “Looks pretty?”

“It does. It’s adorable. Let’s go to the living room, Nala. Do you want to watch TV with Rosé or play with your toys?”

“I wanna draw with you,” she says, allowing you to take her hand in yours.

You squeeze her hand, “Okay, but I have to go to the pharmacy, and then I’ll come right back and draw with you, yeah?”

Nala pouts as she looks down to her floor. That was always what she did whenever she wanted to say no. “Kay.” She says quietly after a few moments. You sigh, kneeling down in front of her so she can’t avoid your eyes, “I promise I’ll be fast, I’ll even get you a snack? Do you want chips? Candy?”

Nala purses her lips, thinking hard about it, before nodding slowly. Her eyes lit up. “Candy. Please.”

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Ask Rosé if you need anything or call me.” You kissed her forehead. She followed you to the front door, and Rosé had entered the little hallway.

She took your coat off the hanger and handed it to you, smiling when your hands brushed, and you thanked her. “You’re welcome.”

"Is mommy going to be long? She promised we would draw together…" Nala pouted while holding onto the fabric of Rosé’s pants, watching you hop in your car.

"Your mommy has to get some medicine for you, can I draw with you in the meantime?" She asked, looking down at the little girl who looked so much like you. Nala seemed to like the idea.

"Can you draw well like mommy? She's the best drawer!"

"I don't know about drawing like your mom, but I can draw pretty flowers." Rosé smiled, closing the front door behind them both as Nala led her to the table.

"With lots of colors?"

"However colorful you want it, Nala."

…

“It’ll be over as soon as you swallow it, promise.”

Your efforts to persuade your daughter to take her medicine are all crashing and burning. You’ve tried everything you could think of. Nala crosses her arms, foot stomping on the ground as she shakes her head rapidly. She’s on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

You turn to Rosé, pleading. “Got any bright ideas?”

“I do.” Rosé pours some of the thick liquid on another spoon and calls for your daughters attention.

“See, look.” Rosé says, demonstrating. The medicine goes in her mouth and immediately after she’s hit with the bad taste; if the way her eyebrows furrow and the way she briefly looks to the sink is any indication.

She smiles with effort. “It’s not…so bad.” It was disgusting and she hasn’t swallowed it yet. The bile liquid sits at the bottom of her mouth, and right when Nala takes her spoonful, she’s speed walking out the kitchen and into the bathroom to spit it out.

Nala hums, surprised the bubblegum flavored medicine’s taste is tolerable, and goes back to coloring. You can’t help but think: that’s all I had to do?

You approach Rosé, who’s hunched over, gagging into the sink. “Oh god,” she groans, “that is so nasty, I don’t know how she does it.”

You lean against the door with an extra toothbrush in your hand, chuckling. “You were brave out there soldier, thank you for your efforts. Mission accomplished.”

Amused, she shakes her head, taking the tooth brush from you. Deciding to play along, she salutes and begins to brush her teeth; your fingers interlace with her free hand and you lean your head on her shoulder.

Although, unbeknownst to you, Nala can see the bathroom from where she is, the door is open too.

Soon, you come out of the bathroom with Rosé trailing close behind.

There’s a confused frown on her lips as she looks between you and Rosé. She wonders why you’re so close. Then it hits her. “Do you wanna kiss my mommy?” She asks in awe, staring at Rosé intently, who has just retaken her seat.

The bluntness of it has you choking on your spit, inhaling sharp breaths through your nose as you pat your chest, looking wide eyed at your clueless daughter-and then to Rosé, because how will she answer? Rosé doesn’t know the true meaning of what Nala really meant by that, kiss correlates to like in her mind.

“Do I want to…kiss your mommy?” Rosé repeated slowly, testing the words on her tongue. A faint rouge-tinted blush rose to her ears, and she swallowed. Of course she does, she always wants to.

But in front of Nala?

Would you like to continue?

[forevermores-posts]

Red Carpet Nerves

Pairing - Jared Padalecki x Reader(platonic),  Jensen Ackles x Reader(platonic), GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary - Jensen, and Jared help you through your first red-carpet nerves.

Warnings - Anxiety 

Words - 1226

It was your second season on the show and your character had finally started becoming more critical. It wasn't that you weren't in the first, more that you have more scenes, especially with Jensen and Jared.  Both men had taken a liking to you the first time you met and throughout your time together, you became a part of their friend group. 

You had been planning for this red carpet premier for months now. The fans were talking about it for what seemed like forever and they were patiently waiting to see you there. You had no idea what to expect since you'd never been on a red carpet. Honestly, this was your first real role anyway. As the days crept closer the nerves started to kick in, but you didn't tell anyone. You were still filming for the next season and people on set started to notice your changed behavior. 

After the last of shooting for the week, Jensen came up to you. “Hey Y/N, you alright? You’ve been a little quiet lately. Couldn’t help but notice.”

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been tired all week. It's all good.”

“Oh, that's good…Well anyway, Jared and I  got a limo for the premiere on Sunday but Misha just canceled on us. He wanted to drive himself. Do you wanna come with us? We don’t mind. It’s all paid for anyway.”

You took a second to respond. Thinking over all the nerves you've had recently. Maybe this will help. A drink and some friends before the premiere. “Yeah sure, just let me know when and where. It sounds fun!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day was here. You had barely slept last night because every time you tried to rest the thoughts of everything that could go wrong came up. What if I trip? What if all my pictures look bad? What if they don't even want pictures of me?  It was all too much. When you started getting ready it was 7 am and the guys were picking you up outside at 2. The morning was slow but you had time. You didn't even get dressed till 1:30. After all you were a great procrastinator and anxiety always seem to make it so much worse.  

Next thing you know, it's 2 o'clock, and your standing on your porch, all dressed up, waiting for the guys. You could feel your anxiety at the surface and your hands wanting to shake but you held it in. You kept telling yourself to take deep breaths because if they guys saw you this nervous, they would laugh. After all, this is all super embarrassing. Even more, since they guys are clearly more experienced than you at this.  

It seemed like in the blink of an eye they guys were getting out in front of you. “Y/N you coming or what? You’ve been standing there for like 5 minutes,” Jared yells at you from the limo. You walk to the car and got in but you notice the guy's worried eyes. They took note of the way you didn't respond, the way you just stared off into space, and how your hands had a slight tremble in them. The two men glanced at each other just now putting together the way you'd been acting and the fact that this is your first red carpet, something you'd told them about months ago while at a bar.

“Are you nervous? ..Y/N?” Jared asked while looking at you from across the limo. Jensen, opposite to his character, was the more emotional one of the two. He slid closer to you and put an arm around you, just trying to provide comfort. 

“Just a little. I’m fine though. It's just first-time nerves ya know. No biggie,” immediately defending yourself.

Not believing a word you said Jenson responded, “No your not…It's okay to be nervous. I mean we all were, and I still am sometimes. We can all see how stressed you've been about this but don't worry, you're going to kill it. All the fans love you and you are great with all the interviews. Just be yourself.”

“I just don't know what I’m doing! I don't know how to pose or where to look. What if I fall? Those pictures will never go away!” It felt good to finally express all your thoughts. They've been held in for who knows how long.

“How about this? You can stick to one of us all night. One of us will always be with you to stop anything that goes wrong,” Jared suggests.

You took a moment. What if they want pictures alone? You can move to the side or the fans always love it when you guys are together. “That's could work I guess.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you got out of the limo, you could hear the fans and paparazzi talking. You looked at Jensen with worried eyes and he reached for your hand. It was such an innocent act but he knew you just needed to feel like someone to be there with you. You followed the managers and boys around like a lost puppy until you realized it was time to go on. You took a deep breath and took your hand out of  Jensen’s.

As you took your first step out you heard the yelling start. It took you by surprise and you took a step back. Jensen and Jared both put a hand on your back and slightly pushed you forward.  

Jared put his arm over your shoulders and bent down to say, “Just simile and kinda look as one spot on the wall.” You did as he said you were blinded for a second. The flashes came in fast but they went away soon after. You did this again and again with both boys until you reached the first interviewer. 

“Hey Y/N, how is tonight going?” Marie the interviewer from Buzzfeed asked. 

“It's good… very loud and very bright but I'm excited to hear what people say about the new season!”

“Good, good. I can't help but ask, you've been sticking J2 all night. What is all of that about? We saw you holding hands with Jensen and Jared had his arm around you.”

“Well being the best friends that they are, they've been helping me through all night. This is my first big role and my first red carpet. I've been a nervous wreck all week preparing but I don't know what I’d do without these boys,” you responded not really ashamed of it anymore.

You continued the night on your own after telling Jensen you were confident enough to do it yourself. The next day you went online to see what the pictures looked like. Personally, you thought you looked amazing and so did the fans.  You saw a ton of fans commenting on that interview saying it was awesome how you felt comfortable enough to share that and how the boys helped you out. 

Just then you got a text from Jensen. 

“You did great Y/N! The pictures look great. Nothing is wrong with being nervous or anxious. Just tell us sooner next time, because we will always be there to help.”

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Pairing: classmate!jaehyun x webcam model!f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, cum play, exhibitionism

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: requested by a lovely anon, hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!

*Disclaimer: I am not well-versed in webcam shows and did my research through wiki so I hope it makes sense :)

“Y/N, you wanna come out for a drink with us tonight?”

The class had just finished and you were packing up your things when Yuna came by to ask you if you wanted to go out with them.

“Sorry guys, I gotta start on that paper tonight.”

“Aw come on, it’s Friday night!” Yuna pouted, but you just shook your head.

“You know me, if I don’t start something right away I’ll procrastinate and wait till the last minute,” you shrugged. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jaehyun, the guy you’d been crushing on, standing amongst your group of friends. You pulled Yuna closer to you.

“Is Jaehyun going?” you whispered into her ear.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. “Now you wanna come along, don’t you?”

You were torn. You absolutely would’ve loved the chance to get to know Jaehyun better since you never had a chance during class, and outside of it you were too busy with your studies and your cam shows. But Friday nights were your biggest nights, and if you didn’t stream tonight you’d lose out on a huge payday.

“Ugh, I can’t,” you reluctantly declined, “I’m sorry, guys.”

Yuna just shrugged. “Yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” She turned around, hooking her arm through Jaehyun’s and pulling him away. She turned back to look at you and smiled innocently, while you just gave her the finger before walking away.

---

“Well, that’s all for tonight everyone, thanks for coming by.”

You saluted the camera and blew a kiss, your signature goodbye, as the last messages in the chat came in wishing you a good night and thanking you for the show. You couldn’t help but notice that one of your favorite viewers, peachyvalentine77, hadn’t joined at all that night. He was one of your best tippers, one of your sweetest and most polite customers, and he almost never missed a show.

You went into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, but your mind wandered to Jaehyun, wondering what he was doing while out with your friends. You knew Yuna had just been teasing you by linking arms with him, it was her way of trying to persuade you and on any other day it would have worked. As it was, you’d made a killing tonight, all of the money you made paying for the astronomical fees your college was charging you. If it weren’t for your cam shows, you wouldn’t have been able to afford to go to college in the first place.

Sighing to yourself, you went about thinking what Jaehyun must be like, if he was as sweet as he seemed, while you decided to paint your nails a vivid blue. You wondered mindlessly if Jaehyun liked blue, if he maybe thought your hands were pretty, or most importantly, what he might think if he found out you were a cam girl.

---

Saturday nights were your next busiest nights, and you were pleased to see peachyvalentine77 sign on like he normally did.

Pv77: hi gorgeous

Me: oh you’re here! Missed you yesterday

Pv77: sorry had plans

Pv77: missed you though

He sent more messages throughout the show like he always did, praising you and showering you with compliments. He also tipped really well, as usual, right up until the show ended.

Pv77: i’ll see you again soon gorgeous

Pv77: and i love your nails btw

Pv77: blue is my fav color :)

You smiled at his message, happy to have impressed him.

---

The following Monday you were exhausted in class, your friends thinking you were studying too hard but really it was too many late night cam shows. You noticed Jaehyun looking at you curiously, and you figured you must have looked really bad for him to notice. He kept glancing at you during class, and oddly enough, kept staring at your fingers. When class was over, you were packing up your stuff slowly, your energy lagging, when he came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you, and you were slightly shocked that he knew your name, but you figured Yuna had probably told him.

“Hi, Jaehyun,” you answered, somewhat shyly because he was looking at you quite intensely.

“Can I… ask you a question?” he was hesitant in how he asked, but his eyes felt like they were boring into your face.

“Sure,” you answered, wondering what he was going to ask you, and feeling very self-conscious with the way he was looking at you.

“By the way,” he started casually, pointing to your nails, “blue is my favorite color.”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, as his gaze slowly went from your nails to your face. You knew then you were caught, and you looked at each other in shocked surprise.

“You’re… peachyvalentine77?” you whispered, your hand going up to your mouth.

“And you’re Y/N-cam?” the look of shock on his face slowly changed as his suspicion was confirmed, a wide smile spreading that made his dimples extra deep. “Oh wow, I can’t believe it.”

Mortification quickly took over, as you realized you had just been found out, by your crush no less. You couldn’t have him spreading this news, especially to your friend group.

“Oh my god, Jaehyun, you can’t tell anyone about this!” you started to plead with him, putting your hands together in a supplicating gesture.

He looked at you quizzically, before a slow smile spread across his face. “Absolutely, my lips are sealed.” He made the motion of zipping up his lips but not before he looked at you with a sly grin. “But…”

“But what?” you didn’t like where this was going, the look on his face starting to alarm you.

“But my silence comes at a price.”

You knew it, you knew it was too good to be true, your good fortune had run out and now you were going to be blackmailed, by the one guy you were hoping to date. You were too busy calculating how many more shows you had to do to be able to pay him when you realized he was looking at you expectantly.

“Okay, what’s your price,” you sighed, willing to pay anything to have your secret kept.

“Well, I was actually thinking of something that would benefit both of us,” he began, and he really got your attention then. You looked at him to see if he was playing with you, but he had a pretty sincere, if a little mischievous, look on his face.

“And what’s that?” you asked suspiciously.

He leaned in closer, and at that distance you could see the gold specks amongst the brown of his irises, and smell the heady scent of his cologne. “How about we do a show… together.”

You blinked a few times, unsure if you heard him correctly, but he was still regarding you questioningly. “Are you serious, Jaehyun? Don’t joke about this stuff.”

He looked taken aback. “Of course I’m serious. I think we should do a show together.”

“Like have sex? On camera?” you clarified, and he nodded, smiling at your realization. You thought about it, while looking at his gorgeous face, and all of a sudden you were thinking about how he would feel inside you and just like that your pussy made your decision for you.

“Okay, I’m in.”

---

Jaehyun came over on a Friday night, easily your busiest night, and therefore he figured you’d make a killing if you had sex on camera. He showed up at your place looking, and smelling, absolutely delicious, and you almost wanted to jump his bones right then and there and forget about the cam show altogether. But he was perfectly professional, helping you set up the camera and lighting to get everything just right.

“Ready?” you asked, when there was nothing left to do but start the show. You couldn’t help but be nervous, since it was your first time having sex on camera, and your first time having sex with Jaehyun. He noticed your apprehension, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m ready,” he responded, looking you in the eye, “I got you, okay? Anytime you want to stop, just squeeze my hand, okay?” He squeezed your hand to demonstrate what you should do, and you nodded, grateful for his understanding.

“Okay, here we go.” You started the camera, and did your customary greeting. You noticed people logging into the chat, and once you had a good number going you made your announcement.

“Everyone, today is a special show, since we have a special guest.” You held out your hand, and Jaehyun joined you, the camera set up so your faces wouldn’t be shown. “This is my friend, we’ll call him Jay.”

The chat lit up, and tips started to pour in, no doubt in anticipation of what was to come. You and Jaehyun shared surprised yet satisfied looks.

“I’m sure you’ve all guessed what’s going to happen today, so let’s get to it.” You led Jaehyun to the bed, and positioned yourselves so that the camera wouldn’t capture your faces.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in your ear, while rubbing your sides gently with his hands. His touch ignited something in you, and you nodded, biting your lip as you got into position. “I’ll go slow.”

You were wearing crotchless panties, so all he had to do was reach down between your legs, rubbing your pussy with his fingers. He groaned when he found you wet, and the sound just made you want him more, your hands coming up to grip his arms as he fingered you.

“Mmm,” you moaned, already losing yourself to his touch. You noticed the prominent bulge in his Calvin Kleins, so you rubbed him over the fabric, eliciting more beautiful sounds from his mouth. 

“Oh god, Jay, I need you inside me right now.” You had wanted to go slow, you had meant to go slow, but he was driving you crazy with how sexy he was. You took a glance at the screen and saw the tips still pouring in.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, “I was thinking we should drag this out.”

“I can’t,” you responded honestly, “I just really want you to fuck me right now.”

His eyes grew dark at your admission, and he removed his fingers from you, pulling his boxers down and pumping his cock as he stared down at you. You bit your lip as you watched him, everything in slow motion as he knelt between your legs and placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. You took a moment to look over at the monitor, tips lighting up the screen, as his cock parted you. 

Your mouth opened in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed as he entered you, his size not something your body was accustomed to. You grasped at the sheets, as he inched slowly inside you, his face intense as he watched your reaction.

“Can you take my cock?” he asked, voice husky, and you could only nod, “you’re so fucking tight, but your pussy is taking me so well.”

His dirty talk was heightening your arousal, and you couldn’t help but squeeze him, the walls of your pussy contracting around his cock. He hissed at the feeling, before he bottomed out with one hard thrust.

You screamed, clutching to the sheets as he started to pound into you, grunting with each thrust.

“You like it, baby?” he groaned, “show everyone how much you like my cock.”

You moaned and thrashed, the pleasure he was giving you sending you into a frenzy. “Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes, your cock feels so good inside me.” You had a vague notion that you were probably blabbering, but the way he was rutting into you was making you crazy.

“Jay! Oh my god, yes! Just like that, fuck me just like that,” you went on, grabbing onto his back now and digging your nails in as he fucked you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts.

“You’re so good for me, baby, your pussy was made for me,” he cooed, reaching down to squeeze your breasts over the lace of your bra. You moaned when he pulled the fabric down and pinched your nipple, moaned louder when he tugged lightly on the hardened bud. “So good,” he whispered, ducking his head down quickly so he could suck on your nipple, making sure his face couldn’t be seen on camera.

You moaned even louder when he tugged at your nipple lightly with his teeth, all while pounding into you at an insane pace.

“Jay, you’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, your entire body tingling as you felt your orgasm build up.

“You’re gonna come for me, come all over my cock,” he growled, rubbing at your clit now with his thumb. It was enough, sending you crashing, your limbs convulsing as you came, pussy pulsing around him. He groaned deep within his chest, then pulled out when you were done, pumping his cum all over your stomach.

You’d almost forgotten about the camera, wanting to just pull him down and kiss him until he was breathless, but you suddenly remembered, sparing a look at the screen. The tips were continuing to pour in, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“So your idea worked,” you whispered at him, and he smiled at you.

“Told you it would,” he responded, winking at you before he leaned over and shut the camera off, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Five Times Colson Baker Almost Kissed You and the One Time He Did

Requested? For someone else maybe (i’m sorry LMAO)

Warnings? None? 

Summary: You and Colson have been best friends for years now and had feelings for each other for what seems like the same amount of time. However, you always seem to be missing out on one another. 

Word Count: 2,902 (it’s so long but I promise it’s worth it)

One

“One hour,” Colson says, trying to convince you. 

“No.” 

“Please? We can get food after,” he begs and you consider it for a moment. 

“Alright.” 

Colson cheers loudly at this, picking you up and spinning you around before throwing you back onto his king-sized bed. He heads to his closet, sorting through his clothes to find something to wear and you roll your eyes at your best friend. 

Colson had been begging you practically all week to go to a party that Pete Davidson was surprisingly throwing. You had always wanted to meet his best friend but had never gotten the time to do so. That was the main reason you said yes to going to the party and the other was Colson was Colson and you couldn’t say no to those big blue eyes.

“One hour,” you tell him when you arrive at the house. 

“One hour,” he repeats pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading into the party. 

You head in slowly, making your way to the drink table first and pouring yourself something before figuring out what to do next. Just as you’re about to walk around in hopes of finding someone you know, you hear someone call your name. 

“(y/n)?” you turn to see Pete standing a few feet away with a smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey! I’m Pete,” he says offering his hand to shake. “I didn’t mean to sound weird knowing who you are, Colson talks about you a lot.” 

“Good to know,” you joke, and Pete smiles. 

The two of you end up talking for a while, getting to know each other, and trading secrets about Colson. You don’t realize how fast time is going until a drunk Colson finds you. 

“Darling!” he calls, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning his head against yours. “You met Pete?” 

“Yes, love. And you’re wasted?” you ask. 

You turn your head to the side to look at your best friend when it occurs to you how close Colson is. An inch rests between two of you, and your eyes flicker between his and his lips. Your eyes land on each other and for a moment something passes between the two of you. 

"Y'all gonna kiss or what?" Pete says from in front of the two of you. 

You and Col both laugh, and your head rests on his chest. The two of you cast another glance at each other before you maneuver so your arm is around Colson's waist and his slips around your shoulders. 

"Let's go, big guy." 

Two

"Fuck!" Colson curses loudly while messing with the pearl-like necklace. 

You stand from your spot on the couch and head over to your frustrated best friend. As you walk up to him, his hands drop and you stand in front of him. You offer a small smile and reach up to click together the confusing necklace. 

“I’m nervous,” he admits as you work on the jewelry. “Why the fuck am I nervous?” 

“Because it’s a VMA and you’ve been working your ass off and you deserve one.” 

“But I don’t care if we win or lose,” he insists and you nod. 

“I know. But you still care a little bit.” 

After fastening the necklace, you fix it so the bullhorn is at the center of his neck. Once finished, your hands fall to his chest and you look up at him. 

“You’re gonna win.” 

Because of restrictions, you sit to the side of the room as Colson heads in front of the cameras to talk to the interviewer. You sit back and admire your best friend’s success, proud to have been able to watch how far he’s come and how amazing he’s done in his career, vma or not. 

“What I wanna let you know, you won the vma. I have somebody bringing it in for you right now.”  

Just as Colson begins to freak out on camera, you immediately start to jump up and down for your best friend. You want to run up and hug him and tell him you knew it but you refrain wanting to hear what he says in his acceptance speech. 

He runs through the og’s, Casie, his family, Travis, and Mod, and just as he’s about to stop, his eyes land on you. 

“My beautiful best friend. Just before this, she was reassuring me that I was gonna win and I trust her with everything. Thank you for always believing in me.” 

A happy tear falls as Colson continues to cheer and you watch until the interview is over and the crew cuts the camera. As soon as they’re finished, Colson beelines straight for you. 

His arms wrap around your waist and yours slip around his shoulders and you can feel the excitement and love radiate between the two of you. He picks you up and spins you around unable to contain the happiness and you’re both practically screaming in the tiny backstage area. 

“I won!!” he yells. 

“You won!!” you echo and you’re both laughing out of pure bliss. 

He sets you down and you take a step back, your hands moving from his shoulders to his face and you cup his cheeks and see a beaming smile greet you. 

“I’m so proud of you Col,” you say and he laughs lightly still not believing this all. 

You stay there like that for a moment, gazing into each other eyes and your heart beats fast as his striking blue eyes study yours. Your thumb absentmindedly strokes the side of his cheek and he leans into your touch. You’re certain he’s leaning in and you’re getting closer when someone interrupts you. 

“Colson? Is it okay if we get some pictures?” 

Three

“Okay, we’re gonna sit here and get all of our work done even if it kills us,” you say turning to your best friend and laughing. 

“Or, we could go to this party in the hills?” Kells asks, offering you puppy dog eyes. 

“Absolutely not. You have to finish that song and I need to write this paper. We can get it done together.” 

The older boy gazes at you from across the room and you meet it with ease. After a moment or so, he breaks and you giggle lightly knowing you won. 

You and Colson both had been putting off your respective work for days now. You were both born procrastinators, having bad habits for waiting till the last minute to get things done. When you met each other, it got a little bit easier to finish things though when you had to do it together. 

However, sometimes you got things done much later in the night than the two of you would have liked. Currently, it was almost 2:30 and neither one of you had made much progress. 

“Okay, I’m done,” Kells says coming over to your spot on the couch and laying down. 

His head falls into your lap and you instinctively let your hands fall to his hair. Your hands card through the soft blonde locks that fall into a messy mohawk formation on his head. You watch as Kells eyes fall shut as your nails scratch the sides of his buzzed hair before running through the locks once more, 

“Hey,” Colson says and you look down at him. You smile lightly at the older boy and he sits up at the action. He props up on his elbow, one hand reaching up to twirl his fingers through your hair and you hum at the action. Your eyes trace over his features, committing each perfect detail to memory. 

You suddenly realize you’re both moving closer and closer to each other until you’re centimeters away from each other. Your heart is nonexistent and your eyes shut in anticipation at the closeness. 

Suddenly the loud sound of your alarm goes off and the two of you split. Colson falls back into your lap, his head hanging lowly and sighing quietly. You scramble to turn the alarm off, completely forgetting that you turned it on in case you took a nap during your work. 

“So close,” you hear Colson whisper before he stands and goes back to his work and you find yourself smiling. 

Four

“I suck,” you tell him. 

“You don’t suck,” Colson reassures you. 

“Please? It’s one song, the last song! Please?” he begs taking your hands in his and tugging at them lightly. 

“Fine.” 

“Let’s go!” Col cheers letting go of your hands to pump his fists together. 

Colson had come to you when he was almost finished with the album and had only a few songs left to mix and go over to make sure they were perfect. After going over the album and the deluxe over and over, Colson finally realized what he was missing. 

“It’s just this part at the end, me and Dom already did it but I think adding a high harmony will be perfect,” Colson explains, leading you into the small recording booth. 

He wanted to add you onto body bag, one of your favorite tracks off of Col’s new album that he recorded with none other than YungBlud. The two finished the song, but Colson insists the ending woahs need a harmony. So, he came to you which you still didn’t understand in the slightest. 

“Are you sure you want me to sing? I’m gonna ruin the whole song.” 

“Definite. I’ll sing with you if that makes you feel better,” he reassures and you nod. 

The two of you get set up, Col explaining the process along the way and you try to follow along to the best of your abilities. After putting on your headphones and you both step up to the mic, your nerves start to kick in. 

“I promise it’s not bad. And we can always redo it.” 

You nod at your best friend and he smiles before giving Travis the thumbs up to start the audio. The backing of the song begins and out of habit, you begin to dance to the song. 

Just before the part you’re supposed to sing hits, Colson taps you and you look over at him and he nods as you’re supposed to come in. The two of you sing together, you hitting a higher harmony and Colson smiles wide at you the entire time. 

“It’s perfect guys,” Travis says when you’re finished. 

“We finished!” Colson yells. 

“You did it!” You yell back. 

It hits you both at the same time, the fact that Colson had finished something so close to him and your best friend had achieved something so great. 

You jump into Colson’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. He catches you as if he’s done this a million times, his arm circling your waist and he pushes his face into your neck. 

You pull away, about to tell Col how proud you are of him when you’re struck by the proximity of the two of you. You both smile widely at each other, radiating complete and utter joy. You move closer, wanting to finally close the gap, wanting to enhance this moment when you’re interrupted. 

“Uh, guys?” 

Five

“Colson,” you whine from across the room. 

“Yes?” he asks looking up at you. 

You give him a look, the look you’ve perfected between the two of you that is always understood whether you say something before, after, or nothing at all. It always means I want food. 

“We just ate!” he exclaims and you burst out laughing. 

“We ate preppy award show food! I want Mcdonald’s,” you say in between laughter. 

“I mean,” he says, shooting you the same look and now you’re both cackling together. 

You grab your phone and Col grabs his keys and the two of you head out together. Some days, going to McDonald’s and just hanging out was the best for you and Colson. You got to relax, spend some genuine time with each other and do whatever you wanted. 

As you drive, you and Colson sing along to your throwback playlist and talk about the award show you just attended together. You two were getting tired of award season, and the speeches and the tiny food. However, you always promised that if you had each other you’d bear every award show. 

“Usual?” Col asks when you pull up the speaker. 

“Yes please,” you answer. 

Colson orders your food and as you pull up to the first window you try to hand him your credit card. 

“Venmo me,” he says. 

“I..” you begin and he tilts his head to the side in confusion. 

“Have no money in my bank account currently.” 

The two of you burst out laughing, the worker giving you confused looks as Colson hands him his card anyway and you try to protest but nothing comes out between the giggles. 

After Colson pays and you pick up the food, you tell him to pull over somewhere so you can eat. He ends up finding a secluded parking lot for the two of you to chill. 

As you eat, you two talk about random things, from stories from the week to past dumb things you two have done. You end up laughing and enjoying your time well past when you finish your food. 

“Remember when you fell at that award show?” kells asks and you begin to laugh.

“It was one time!” 

“You face planted!” he reminds you and you’re both laughing all over again. 

“You didn’t even try and catch me,” you whine. 

“I’ll always catch you I promise,” he says and you look over at your best friend. 

Kells wears a serious expression replacing the bright but rare smile on his lips just seconds previous. Your eyes search his, uncertain of the meaning behind the words. His hand takes yours, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin and his eyes stare into the distance as he does the action. 

“Col,” you whisper, trying to get the older boys attention. 

His eyes snap to yours and his hand moves from yours to your cheek. His thumb traces your features, trailing from your jaw to your lips and you’re breathless at his touch. Just as you inch closer and closer, your lips ghost over each other’s, and your breath hitches. 

You think you’re about to meet, a long-awaited connection when a horn blares out of nowhere, scaring the two of you apart. You both settle back into your seats, a soft chuckle emitting from your best friend as he shakes his head. You bite your lip, a hand coming up to feel the skin where his fingers gracefully touched and you can’t believe your moment was ruined once more. 

And One 

“Hey I’m coming over in 5,” you say greeting Colson from the view of your car. 

“Uh why?” he asks peering into the phone to figure out why you’re headed over to his place so late at night. 

“Cause there’s a meteor shower and I wanna watch it from a good view,” you explain and Colson laughs at you. 

After a quick drive, you’re walking inside of Colson’s house with blankets, pillows, and tons of snacks. When Col sees you, he hops up from the couch and helps you with the stuff. 

“You seriously drove all the way over here for a meteor shower?” 

“It’s a better view over here!” you defend and Colson laughs. 

Together you bring the stuff upstairs and manage to bring it out onto the rooftop. You set up, laying blankets over the rooftop, setting up pillows, and laying out snacks. 

“When is the shower supposed to start?” Col asks as he climbs back onto the roof next to you. 

“I think like 10 minutes?” 

Colson nods in response, settling in next to you. He lays down, his hand slipping underneath his head to prop himself up slightly. You lay down next to him, relaxed in each other’s presence as you wait for the meteor shower to begin. 

As you sit and stare at the stars, your mind wanders to the boy next to you. As cheesy as it was, you’d always be grateful to have Colson Baker in your life. No matter what happened, knowing him and gaining life experience together will be something you always cherished. 

You feel Colson moving next to you, and his hand slowly trails down until it meets yours, interlocking your fingers with ease. Your heart pounds slowly in your chest and you’re surprised Colson can’t hear it. 

“Hey,” he says and you turn to look at him. 

His hand comes to meet your cheek and you search his eyes. You sink into the feeling of his hands on you and nothing feels better in the world. As he moves closer, your breath hitches and you’re mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. 

Then his lips are on yours, and the long awaited connection has sparks lighting from end to end. He moves slightly so he’s facing you, one hand holding your waist as the other caresses your cheek and you’re relaxed into his touch. 

As he pulls away, he places another chaste kiss to your lips and you’re left smiling wide. As you stare into Col’s eyes, you can’t help but giggle as the ultimate feeling of happiness overwhelms you. 

“Fucking finally,” he says and the two of you are really laughing now. 

[shxtodxroki]

here something for your matchup!! //also I love your tamaki theme//

-my nickname is marii!

- I don't mind the gender, I would like to only be matched w/ any of the students in U.A

- (ISTP-T and ennegram 4)I am a ambivert. I'm introverted more when I am in public or around others who I don't know, I actually can be really shy and start hiding. I start awkwardly smiling every time I am feeling awkward or embarrassed, but I am polite if I am at someone's house or anything.(l have crackhead energy) v extroverted around my family + friends, loud and talkative lol. I generally love to rant and talk about anime/manga, I talk for hours and just get so dramatic in doing so ( I act out what happen sometimes.) I am a very clumsy person, lol like I trip over air/random items and I somehow manage to hit my head on doors and door frames. I can get emotional too lmao, like I literally sob at anime or manga- I could be like,"AHAHA AWW ooo HOLD HIS HAND!" (totally not me readin ks at one point.) Go with the flow type of person, I usually just catch a vibe that my friends have (sometimes), I tend to space out, like then I just start talking out of nowhere lmao. I'm caring towards my friends or family when they need it, I try my best to give advice and comfort, telling jokes or a hug ( i'm the mom/therapist friend ). I laugh so much, I can't be serious sometimes and can be childish- everything can be funny to me (ofc I know when something is serious). I would say some of my negative traits is that I can get easily irritated at certain things ( I have been told I fit all the criteria of a istp) and get moody. I hate arguing and try to shut it down usually and just never bring it up, or I shut down with myself and stay quiet (mostly trying to run away from it bc- I don't wanna deal with it.) I am not vocal, mostly I hate putting my feelings out there. I am kind of dense- I ask pretty stupid things and just it's literal hard for me to even catch if someone likes me ( I just assume they are friendly) like I can catch it in shows but-tbh it's hard to tell what people are thinking. Total procrastinator, I wait till the last minute for everything. If it helps I kin Ichimatsu matsuno, kenma kozume, shinsou hitoshi <3

some hobbies of mine// writing, gaming, watching anime, window shopping online, reading manga. making edits (video ones lol). piano ( I can play a few songs, dez flohwalzer, isabellas lullaby, we don't have many days and fukashigi no Carte)

some interests of mine// fashion + makeup, true crime , anime/manga, writing/reading. piano. photography. Kpop ( skz,twice,red velvet,snuper,mamamoo, and blackpink)

here is my piccrew self! (lowkey didn't have a nose ring for one of them >:")

this was long but I hope it was enough <3 take your time!!

AAA omg first of all thank you for complimenting my theme hehe, I love it and think it’s super cute :> This was definitely enough, thank you for giving me so much info to work with and I hope you like your match-up! :)

Send in MHA match-up requests! :D

I’d Match You With:

Mirio Togata! :D

Reasoning:

Your personalities fit together perfectly, he finds it endearing how shy you can be at times (and he knows exactly how to help you out if you ever get overwhelmed, since he’s been best friends with Tamaki for years) and he loves how bubbly and talkative you are when you’re with him and your friends, you match his energy perfectly. You both have similar views on relationships, such as absolutely hating arguing with one another, and all-around you’re just pretty perfect together <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- As I mentioned above, both you and Mirio hate arguing with one another, meaning arguments are incredibly rare in your relationship. Both of you put in a lot of effort to communicate your feelings and needs to one another in your relationship, and on the rare occasion that a fight occurs you always resolve it before the night is over, because neither of you wanna go to bed without being able to cuddle together :’)

- Mirio may not be as clumsy as you, but he is also pretty clumsy and you two have made a tally board on your dorm refrigerator to keep track of who’s accidentally hurt themself more over the course of a week. Each week whoever’s clumsier is supposed to buy lunch for both of you, but Mirio’s absolutely weak for you and usually ends up paying for lunch anyways even though he wins like 90% of the time.

- Mirio thinks it’s incredibly important for you to have some outlet for sharing your feelings, and he’s willing to do whatever you need in order for you to feel comfortable discussing your feelings openly with him. He’ll never force you to talk if you don’t want to, but he will work with you and try to help you feel comfortable sharing your thoughts with him in any way that he can, whether it relates to him at all or not. He just wants you to feel heard and understood by someone, what an angel

- He finds it super endearing when you ramble about your interests, he loves seeing the sparkle of enthusiasm in your eyes and the joy in your tone as you ramble and tell him everything about your interests. He will actively encourage you to tell him more about whatever it is you’re talking about, because he can see how happy it makes you to share the things you love with him :>

- He’s also the type of person who laughs, smiles and makes jokes a lot of the time, he tries to go through as much of life as he can with a bright smile on his face and it makes both of you a very bright, heart-warming couple to interact with. Your shared laughter, bright smiles and the clear love you have for one another makes everyone around you feel so warm and giddy, and you’re positive forces in many of your friends’ lives.

- Mirio is a pretty big fan of shopping as well, he’s quite interested in fashion so whenever he catches you window-shopping on your computer he’ll peek his head over your shoulder and end up joining you, commenting on certain items and telling you to add them to your cart to buy at a later date only to buy them for you when you leave to grab a glass of water and smile sheepishly at you once you return, smile growing when you shyly thank him and tell him that he didn’t have to do that (he knows, but he enjoys buying gifts for you and will absolutely do it again in a few weeks time)

- He’s never been a big gamer himself but he’s had a lot of friends who were gamers over the years, so he kind of enjoys having the sound of video game music in the background as you play whatever game you’re interested in and he works through his schoolwork next to you. It provides him with an odd sense of comfort and relaxation, and he loves the occasional exclamations of joy you let out when you beat a particularly hard level.

- THIS MAN WILL 100% LEARN KPOP DANCES WITH YOU, ESPECIALLY TO GIRL GROUP SONGS!! He will put his utmost effort into every dance because he thinks it’s a lot of fun and can help him blow off some steam and get some exercise on his days off. He’d be tough competition if the two of you were ever to have a dance battle though lol, he memorizes them so quickly it’s ridiculous and he is damn good at dancing (he especially likes Twice hehe)

Song For Your Relationship:

The Feels by Twice!

Picrew:

Mirio’s hair isn’t quite right in the picrew, but I couldn’t find any couples picrews that had options similar to his hairstyle so I hope it turned out okay anyways! I still think it looks pretty cute hehe, I based it off of the picrews you included in your ask! (This one also did not have a nose ring unfortunately) :D Here’s a link to the picrew!

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT CAN WE PLEASE GET A CONTINUATION OF YOUR LAST WRITING WITH SOOGA AND THE CHASTITY BELT???? IT WAS SO GOOD HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!

thank you! You’re pretty much the only one keeping this account alive XD no one else asks for shit. Let’s go.

“Someone’s moving a LITTLE fast, aren’t they?”

Sooga realized just how quick he had been walking back to their base. He had just been publicly humiliated in front of the clan, as well as the king himself. And now, he was quite eager to go home, motivated by the promise of getting this damn thing off. He recalled the nights he had spent trying to get the damn thing off of him, even for just a moment of a relief. It wasn’t uncomfortable, having it on, but it was hell, not being able to get hard. Sooga slowed his walking, trying not to seem too eager. He wasn’t a greedy boy, he was NOT a greedy boy.

“Apologies. It’s just the meeting went on a little...long.”

“Right right, very hard for you, wasn’t it Sooga?”

“Not...hard at all.”

Kohga just hovered right beside him, a knowing smirk at his lips. He was making Sooga wait even longer. Even when they finally got to Kohga’s room door, he still procrastinated, being stopped by a blademaster to discuss...something. Something he certainly wasn’t paying attention to, even when his master grabbed at his ass during the discussion, not even trying to hide it. Sooga tried not to struggle in his spot, as he was a good, good boy. This damn blademaster was so goddamn chatty, Sooga was going to throw him in the pit. FINALLY he stopped talking, and Kohga opened the door for them. Sooga was about to reach for his hands, when Kohga held his hand up, stopping him in place.

“Ah ah ah. Good boys wait till I’m settled in before they get their treats.”

Soga could die. But he took a deep breath, and let Kohga sit down on his bed. He stretched his shoulders, his arms, cracked his knuckles, anything to keep Sooga standing there like an absolute fool. Kohga sighed in content, before sticking out his feet.

“Be a doll Sooga, rub my feet.”

Sooga would’ve done this, chastity cage or not, but he leapt towards the opportunity this time around, getting on his knees and started to rub his feet. Kohga sighed in content, scratching his belly. He waited patiently as Sooga rubbed and massaged his poor, poor feet. Sooga’s hands were SO perfect for this, Kohga could fall asleep to it. But he did promise his boy his treat. Kohga gave a small whistle to get his attention, and he dangled his key in front of him. Sooga leapt for it, as if it was a golden rupee. Kohga swiped it away just in time, chuckling at the look of disappointment on Sooga’s face.

“Sooga, good boys beg for their treats. Let’s try that again. And put your paws up for me, like a little puppy wuppy.”

Sooga cared not for the humiliation. He only cared about getting what he desperately wanted. He got himself comfy on his knees, put his hands up right under his chin, making them look like paws, and let his tongue hang out of his mouth as Sooga pushed up his mask. Kohga watched him, incredibly amused, with that golden key between his fingers.

“I’m a good boy, please please PLEASE let me have it! Not being able to cum for you is torture, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it!”

Kohga’s expert fingers fiddled with the key, clearly trying to think if he earned it. He was stretching this as far as he could, honestly.

“You’d do anything for me, right Sooga? Even if it’s crazy?”

“My affections for you are crazy, my Master. Nothing is above your orders, unless it risks your safety.”

“Ooh, clever answer. Alright, riddle me this scenario. What if I wanted you to absolutely PLOW me while someone watches?”

“Name but the time and place, Master Kohga.”

“Even if it was right in front of the king himself?”

Sooga halted. That was...odd of a request. He didn’t find the king attractive (it was the beard mostly), but it was just a scenario, constructed by Kohga’s rather pervy mind. He nodded.

“If you so request it, I’d do it. As long as you wanted, as long as I feel the blessings of your touch.”

Kohga hesitated, humming to himself, before he shrugged.

“Alright, I’ll take that. Stand up, let’s take that thing off of you.”

Sooga never jumped up so quickly, and Kohga wanted to laugh. Eager pup. He helped Sooga with his clothes, before he put the key in the lock, and blessed Sooga’s ears with the sound of that lock clicking un done, and falling to the floor. Kohga pulled off the leather, and Sooga swore he never felt so free. Kohga laid back, hands behind his head.

“All free, Soogy. So, what’s your-woah!”

Kohga didn't get to finish his thought as Sooga pounced on him, pushing aside his mask and kissing him six ways from sunday, all while humping against Kohga. Kohga laughed as Sooga’s lips moved from his lips, to the nape of his neck.

“Jeez Sooga! It hasn’t been that long!”

“It’s been too long to show how much I need y-you, Master Kohga.”

Kohga let himself be humped half to death, bed nearly shaking with the force of Sooga’s hips. Sooga was a big boy, and he wasn’t sparing Kohga from his desperate thrusting. And Kohga was loving it. His cock was nice and hard against him, and Kohga wanted so much more. With a snap of his fingers, Sooga stopped, lightly whining as he did so.

“Lay back for me big guy. I’m gonna give you a damn good treat.”

Sooga obeyed, sitting down and letting Kohga undress before him. Kohga had such a nice body, and he liked how Sooga desperately wanted to touch it. Everything but the mask came off, even his collar. Kohga crawled up to his lap, grinding his ass against Sooga’s eager gerth. Kohga lightly poked his chin, chuckling.

“Now, don’t think you get to be lazy on me, pretty boy. I want you to FUCK me, and fuck me GOOD. Because who’s my good boy?”

“I’m your g-good boy!-”

He cried out, feeling Kohga un do his hair, drag his fingers into his scalp, and pull his hair. Sooga REALLY liked that, and Kohga loved watching the drool dribble down his lips. Sooga LOVED his pretty hair pulled and messed with, he was sure he could make him cum with just a few minutes of that. But Kohga was pretty greedy himself. He took a hold of Sooga’s perfectly thick cock, and slowly sank himself right down onto it. Kohga had his fair share of toys, but none of them beat this, especially with the way it curved, just teasing Kohga’s prostate. They took a minute to feel comfortable, before they started to go at it like animals. Kohga wrapped his arms around his shoulders as he rode that dick, and Sooga held onto his hips as he thrusted upwards, making his head ram against just that perfect spot. Kohga chuckled, pressing his lips against those greedy, greedy lips of Sooga’s.

“Ooh you were WAITING for this, you big boy. Feels good in my ass, doesn’t it?”

Sooga eagerly nodded, trying and failing not to dig his thumbs into Kohga’s soft flesh. Sooga was mindless, thrusting and kissing and groaning oh so eagerly, cock warmed by Kohga’s oh so tight insides.

“M-master Kohga, y-you’re SO beautiful!-”

Oh he was SO close to cumming right then, all from Kohga giving his hair a nice, good pull. Kohga chuckled. Such a pretty boy, with pretty hair, pretty lips, and a pretty cock.

“I know. I know damn well I’m pretty. And I know DAMN well you love fucking my pretty ass. You wanna cum in it, don’t you? You wanna stuff my ass full of that hot, thick cum, I know you do. I know you’ve been dying to since your punishment started.”

Sooga BARELY heard his words upon the loud creaking of his bed, but he made himself hear. Kohga was so beautiful, so smart, so...everything. It was why, despite the fact that he wanted to warn him, Sooga grabbed a good fistful of that big, beautiful ass, and came. His head tossed back in a swear, and he felt his cock finally throb in relief. Kohga was panting heavily now, smirking as wide as he could. Even as Sooga finally went limp, his smile didn’t go away. He sat there, cum dripping out of his ass, pumping his own cock quickly. He moved his hand from his hair, down his slick, sweaty chest, getting a good feel for all those big, beautiful muscles.

“That’s it Sooga, keep pumping all that nut right in me. That’s it, I can feel you THROBBING in me.”

Kohga grumbled, almost angrily, before he came, decorating those abs with his cum. Kohga sighed in relief as his quick hand forced all of the cum out of him, and for a moment, they sat there, no longer teasing or suffering in lust.

Kohga chuckled, laying on his chest, and carefully pulling Sooga’s cock out of his ass, letting all the semen drip from him, and onto the sheets. No sweat, he’ll clean it up. Later. As in he’ll have someone clean it up. Kohga lightly hummed as his index finger made little circles around one of his nipples.

“You were EAGER today, Sooga. Came at me like an animal, you hungry thing you~”

“You...make it hard to resist, Master Kohga.”

Sooga chuckled, finally lifting his head from the pillow to look at his beautiful Master. Kohga chuckled, acting pretty damn smug about the lovey eyes Sooga was giving him.

“I AM pretty big of a deal.”

They sat there in a comfortable silence, before Sooga wrapped an arm around Kohga, looking down at him.

“May I...ask something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you ask me that question? About the King? Do you…?”

Sooga let his sentence cut off, and Kohga shrugged, knowing where he was going with this.

“Think he’s hot? Yeah in a dilf kinda way. Don’t get me wrong, you’re gonna be my first pick every time, because I tripped over a peel falling for ya, but a guy can think about it.”

“I’m flattered. But uhm...how many have you thought of-”

“Every dude I’ve ever met, I’ve thought of fucking at least once. Like, I’ve imagined what it would be like.”

Sooga cocked his head to the side, perplexed.

“EVERYONE? Even Link?”

“ESPECIALLY Link. Dude’s a little blonde hottie. Real stubborn bottom vibes from him, honestly.”

“You’re insatiable, Master Kohga.”

“And you’re cute, what’s your point?”

Sooga chuckled. He leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Kohga was a unique, and beautiful man.

There wasn’t a limit to how much he’d suffer for him.

[iknowyouthinkimbulletproof]

18- Ashton Irwin

A/N: another 5sos fic! Ashton Irwin x y/n. Y/n’s gender is female for this fic, it just made it easier to write, my apologies to anyone it might upset, but you can always request. Feel free to correct any mistakes! Requested by @suchalonelysunflower​ for my writing challenge: Lizza my darling, for the writing challenge I shall ask the song 18 by One Direction and any of the 5sos boys ❤️ my heart needs fluffy/angst or whatever you chose to do 💕🦋. i was supposed to post it a while ago...whoops.  *=song lyrics 

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*I got a heart and I got a soul

Believe me, I will use them both

We made a start, be it a false one I know

Baby, I don't want to feel alone*

For as long as they can remember, Ashton and y/n were always parts of each other's lives. Their mothers had become friends around their time of pregnancy since y/n’s mother had just moved in next door. Despite that, Ash and y/n barely talked. When they were 10, Ash had scared her off by bullying her. It wasn’t intentional, he just had a crush on her and like most young boys, he became slightly rude towards her till it progressed to the point where he was seen as a bully.

It wasn’t until they were 17 that they became close. y/n’s father, who wasn’t really in the picture, had passed. It hit her hard. Though they were never close, when he passed y/n realized that even if she wanted to fix her relationship with her father, it was too late.  Ashton knew what it was like to grow up without a father, so he took her under his wing. The first couple months together Ash had tried to get her to go out more often and join some clubs at school, but she refused. Soon their friendship grew to the point where they felt most happiest next to each other.

When Ashton joined the band, 5 seconds of summer, he begged y/n to meet the boys. It took until their third performance together for y/n to meet them. Though she was closed off most of the time, she had grown slightly close to Ash's old band member in “swallow the goldfish”. She didn’t want to get close to them if they weren’t going to be in their lives for long. Seeing as the boys of 5sos were younger, she didn’t think that Ash would be there for long. Especially since Micheal had only asked him to join because they needed a drummer for their first jig. 

After the band had taken off, Ash had asked y/n to go on tour with them. She did, and while there she grew even closer to Ash. she got to know him more, she helped him through everything and never questioned when he needed a shoulder to cry on.

*So kiss me where I lay down

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground*

Their first kiss was magical, but they pretended it never happened. Ash and the guys had just gotten to the hotel after a performance. It was their first concert for the Youngblood tour and the excitement had gotten to him. He wanted to see y/n, so he rushed his goodbyes to the guys and rushed to the elevator. Of course she had gone to the show, but she had some work to catch up on. She wasn't a teen anymore. She had a job, it was pure luck that when she went in to ask for a week or so off that her boss was in a good mood. He walked in on her lying in bed, computer open next to her.

“Procrastinating?” he asked, spooking her as he leaned on the wall. 

“I guess you could call it that.” she teased “ i finished most of it, but i can’t seem to figure out the rest of it and i’d rather do it with a big cup of coffee in the morning.” 

“Well, I'm happy you’re done for the night. Only because that means I get to binge watch criminal minds with you.” It had been a long day, nothing could be better than watching a show and eating a big meal with your best friend. “What did you want to order?”

“Well there’s room service, but i’ve been craving chinese food for a while.” she answered while pausing the Grey’s anatomy and looking up at him.

“Guess it’s chinese then.” he winked and pushed himself off the wall. Shoes were thrown off and a big jump was made onto the bed. “The usual?” He questioned, not noticing that she was staring.

“Yep, and-”

“-Don’t forget the egg rolls” he interrupted as he typed into his phone. She blushed. She knew that he knew her well, but sometimes even the little things can make her heart beat faster than if she were to go skydiving. Focusing her attention back onto the laptop, she figured now would be the best time to change the show. 

After dinner they laid on the bed, computer in between them, season 8 of criminal minds playing. As the fifth episode they watch that night ends, Ash looks over at her. She felt the stares, so she looked over. Before anything could be spoken, he places his hand on her cheek and brings her closer. y/n’s breathing picks up speed. Once their lips met, their eyes shut. y/n leaned closer, fingers inching towards the back of his head and pulling slighting on the hair that was at the beginning of his neck. The kiss was passionate. In the movies, they always describe first kisses like fireworks. This was better. It was as if the whole world disappeared. Or as if they have finally been able to hold something that seems too far away, but just as fast as the kiss started...it ended. In a matter of seconds whatever it was they held in their grasp, it was gone. 

They pulled away and Ash started mumbling to himself. He left the room, leaving his shoes and phone. That night y/n cried, all night. Her protector was gone and her heart was shattered. He shattered it. 

The day afterwards, she went to Ash and Calum’s room. Ashton was still asleep, so Calum opened the door. She gave him Ash’s belongings and then went down to breakfast. When the band joined her, the pair of forbidden lovers acted like normal. They joked around and the boys didn’t suspect a thing.

*And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you

And I wanna love like you made me feel

When we were eighteen*

Now, in 2020, both Ashton and y/n were in quarantine….on opposite sides of town. It had been forever since they last saw each other. It had given them time to grow separately and to think about what they really wanted. y/n knew for years that what she wanted was Ash. she knew the moment he walked into her home asking if she needed anything. It was a lot of work throughout these months for her to figure out that what she needed was him. She had him, but not fully, not the way she wanted. During the months of 2020, Ashton had gone through a break up. It didn’t hurt him as much as he thought. As much as anyone thought. If he was being honest with himself, it didn’t hurt at all. Ash used his time off making music. Some of which anyone could listen to. Specific songs though, they were meant for one person. y/n. He had never been the best at expressing his feelings, unless it was through music. 

That led him to where he is currently. Sitting at his desk, listening to the song he wrote for her, over and over again. He was going to send it, he had to. He wanted her completely. He wanted her in his arms, like she was meant to be. He press sent, then waited. He only took his eyes off the screen, to grab water. He waited, but nothing ever came. Nothing but the word “seen”. He sent another message to clarify that it was to her...and about her. After about half an hour, tears started to pour down his face, the anxiety won. He broke down. 

When y/n received the text she just finished showering. It had been sent 5 minutes ago. She sat and listened to the melody that played after pressing the link he had sent. Going back to the messages, she wanted to compliment the song, she saw the new text he had sent. Tears started to fall down her eyes, but they were tears of joy. Instead of texting back, she rushed up and grabbed her keys. She needed to see him just as much as she needed air.

When she arrived, her legs became like that of a cat’s. Fast. she knocked on the door, listening to her thumping heart. The door opens. Everything clicks together perfectly, all initiated by y/n.. First their eyes, then their hands, and finally their lips. It took a second for Ash to realize what was happening and when he did the kiss took a turn. It turned sloppy and desperate, somehow the passion could still be felt. Ashton pulled her inside the house by her waist, closing the door with his foot and pressing her onto it. They pull away, still close with their breaths mixing together.

“I love you” y/n whispers tugging his hair again.

“I have loved you since we were 18” 

[missmentelle]

hello, i am a college student that was recently diagnosed with adhd unfortunately my insurance does not cover the medication and i can’t afford it at the moment. Can you give me tips on how to stay on track academically without medication for now? procrastination is a big problem for me i tend to get anxious about important assignments and wait till last minute. btw, i wanna say that you’re amazing for taking time out of your busy life to help people on here for free!

Hey! I can definitely understand the struggle - I went through undergrad and graduate school with unmedicated ADHD, and I definitely had to put a lot of effort into developing compensatory strategies that my classmates did not have to deal with. The things that I would recommend are:

Make sure you are in a program that truly interests you. This might sound like sort of silly advice, but you can actually use your ADHD to your advantage. Remember, ADHD is not a lack of attention span, it is an inability to regulate your attention; while you might have a hard time paying attention to things that don’t interest you, you can easily work for eight uninterrupted hours on something that does catch your interest. Do your best to make sure that your program of study truly captures your attention. I actually started my undergraduate degree in a computer science program, because I thought it would make me more employable - I wasn’t particularly interested in it, though, and just switching into a field that I was actually interested made an enormous difference in being able to devote my attention to my assignments. My GPA jumped from a 3.2 to a 3.8 in a single year, because I was finally playing to my strengths. 

Talk to the Office of Disabilities at your school. They may be able to point you toward low-cost options for affording the medication you need, or for getting some counselling for your anxiety. Even if you can’t access those things, having a diagnosis of ADHD can get you some essential academic accommodations at most schools, including a distraction-free testing environment (testing in a quiet room, separate from everyone else), getting extra time to write your exams, getting extensions on assignments, being allowed to record your lectures or even having access to a note-taker (basically a classmate who gives you a copy of their notes, in case you have issues with spacing out during the lecture). Don’t be ashamed about asking for accommodations - other students aren’t facing the same obstacles that you are, and these are just a way to even the playing field. 

Work in short bursts with regular breaks in between (ie. the Pomodoro Method). One of the most effective ways to stay on-task is to set a timer for 20 minutes, work until the timer goes off, take a five-minute break, then set a timer for another twenty minutes and go again. After four or five 20-minute work periods, take a 20-minute break before going again. This stop-and-start method is often called the “Pomodoro method”, and it can be extremely useful for making yourself power through work that you aren’t particularly motivated to do - that ticking timer is a huge incentive. There are a lot of free apps out there that can help you implement this method automatically; I personally use an app called “Focus To-Do” and I highly recommend it. 

Create a distraction-free working environment for yourself. As you’re well aware, your brain is much more easily distracted than most, and it’s important that you create a work environment that gives you the greatest chance of success. Make sure your desk is completely clear except for essential study materials. Put your phone on “do no disturb” mode while you study, and put it out of arm’s reach so you are not tempted to check it. Consider installing a browser extension that will allow you to block distracting websites. If you are going to study in pairs or groups, make sure you choose study partners who are actually focused and on-task, and not partners who use studying as a chance to socialize. 

Use caffeine (unless it makes you anxious). The treatment for ADHD is stimulant medication, and although it is nowhere near as powerful, caffeine is a stimulant that can somewhat boost your powers of concentration. Drinking coffee or tea while you study can help you stay focused. This only works, however, if caffeine does not make you anxious - if you find that it makes you feel jittery and worsens your anxiety, this is not the study tip for you. 

Prioritize your workload. Sometimes, you only have so much focus and concentration to go around, and it’s essential that you save those cognitive resources for the projects that really matter. If you have a term paper worth 30% of your course grade and an assignment worth 2% of your course grade, the term paper needs to be your priority. If you have to half-ass the assignment to make sure that your term paper gets done, then that’s what you need to do. 

Getting through college with ADHD presents additional challenges, but it is possible - plenty of us graduate every year, and with good grades to boot. Do what you need to do to get through your college career, and try not to let setbacks and bad days get you too discouraged. Best of luck to you!Miss Mentelle

[mobius-prime]

210. Sonic the Hedgehog #142

The Original Freedom Fighters (Part 1)

Writer: Romy Chacon Pencils: Art Mawhinney Colors: Josh Ray

It's been a while since we saw anything of Hope, but she's settled into life in Knothole quite well. She's been going to school, and today, she's stressed because she procrastinated on her history report and now has to look for sources at the library last-minute. While looking around, she finds a file on the "original Freedom Fighters," though she doesn't recognize any of their faces. As she's walking home, Sonic accidentally blows all the papers out of her hands while racing by, and helps her pick them back up as an apology.

So I've actually been excited for this story, as it ties into some stuff I've talked about before, though I won't be able to go into details till part 2. Tig Stripe was a retired general from the Great War, but when Robotnik's takeover began over a decade ago he immediately leaped into action to save as many civilians as he could, directing them to Knothole during the evacuation. He even helped a five-year-old Sonic personally when he became separated from his group.

Hundreds of citizens were evacuated to Knothole, which was originally a tiny hideout hidden from the rest of the world. Under Stripe's leadership the place was transformed into the village we know today, but the Robotnik problem still remained. One night Sonic and Sally were sneaking around when they overheard Stripe and his allies talking through a window. They were torn on what to do, with some insisting that it was their duty to fight back, while others reasoned that they didn't have the proper firepower to mount a successful invasion of the city. Stripe settled the matter, bringing everyone together into the first Freedom Fighter group.

Stripe led the team in hit-and-run strikes against Robotnik's factories in much the same way that Sally's Freedom Fighters did (and still do), and they became a symbol of hope for Knothole. They even passed the word on to other parts of the world, encouraging more people to form their own Freedom Fighter chapters to battle Robotnik's tyranny. Hope asks why they're not around anymore, and Sonic replies that they were betrayed by one of their own… who we'll find out about next issue.

I Wanna Be a Freedom Fighter!

Writer: Romy Chacon Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Jason Jensen

Once upon a time, several years ago, Amy Rose threw a massive temper tantrum because Sally wouldn't let her join the Freedom Fighters. She whined that Tails was allowed to be a Freedom Fighter even though they were the same age, and accused Sally of just wanting to keep Sonic for herself when Sally tried to reason with her. Remember, she was a little kid back then, so this behavior was a bit more understandable.

There's actually a mistake on this page - Amy didn't use Sonic's billionth ring to age herself, but the Ring of Acorns. I suppose I can't blame Romy for getting this one wrong considering that they're both just magical rings, but continuity is important to me, dammit. Anyway, Sally continues her speech, recognizing how despite the horrors the war has brought, it's also brought everyone together. She recalls Amy's most recent act of heroism, where she fought off the first wave of swatbots singlehandedly during Operation: Triple Threat, and then awards her an Acorn Medal of Valor for her service.

She's had to grow up quickly (though to be fair, a lot of that was by choice), but now Amy Rose is a full-fledged member of the Freedom Fighters! I mean, she's basically been an honorary member for a while now, ever since the first Sonic Adventure arc, but it's nice to finally see it made official.

Mobius 25 Years Later: Moment of Truth

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Jason Jensen

We're getting close to the end, guys - almost everything in this arc is plot-related now, thank goodness. Knuckles has a restless night full of disturbing dreams about what the future might bring, and wakes up late. When he comes down the stairs, Lara-Su is there to greet him, and pointedly informs him about a recent encounter of hers with one of Knuckles' old friends.

Oh come on Knuckles, you know she's never going to give this up. It's actually worth pointing out that while Lara-Su may seem incessantly whiny about this from an outside perspective, we should keep in mind that she's the latest in a long lineage of Guardians who have been going back hundreds of years protecting the island, and not only that, but the majority of her father's family and friends are war heroes who all had their chances to save the world multiple times over. It's really no surprise that she isn't taking her father's offhand rejection of the idea of training her well - from her point of view, he's basically babying her and being so overly protective that she doesn't have the chance to choose what she wants for herself, even though at her age Knuckles had already fought a dozen battles for the fate of the world.

Meanwhile in Cobar's lab, he and Rotor are still hard at work trying to find a proper solution to the end of the world problem, but none of their simulations are giving them enough data. Lien-Da is nowhere to be seen, and they don't seem bothered by anything she might have said to them, so apparently her showing up all ominously in their lab last issue meant literally nothing. Rotor has an epiphany that if they could go back in time they could properly study this phenomenon, and when Cobar points out that echidna scientists are forbidden from researching time travel due to its inherently volatile nature Rotor retorts that the echidnas aren't the only ones who have advanced technology in this world. Back at Knuckles' house Sally finds Sonic and confronts him once more about his attitude lately, and he again reiterates that he doesn't like being king and that he thinks she should be handling all this political stuff. Nevertheless, when Knuckles comes to find him saying that Rotor and Cobar are calling, he dutifully comes along to listen to what they have to say.

Sonic gives the go-ahead for them to meet at the shuttle port in two hours to head to the storage site, telling Knuckles once the call has ended not to tell Sally, as he doesn't want her coming along with the kids. Man, no wonder you and Sally are having problems, Sonic, apparently you actively hide things from her even though you then complain about having to handle those same things! Knuckles says he has business to take care of first and heads out to do whatever it is, passing Sonia and Lara-Su on the way. Sonia complains that even though she was born first, Manik is the next in line for the throne because he's the firstborn male. Hey, wait, what? That seems… oddly archaic, even for a monarchy. I know that this is a rule based on like, ancient patriarchal monarchies, but it just makes no sense in the world of Sonic the Hedgehog, because apart from where Penders seems desperate to insert it, there really isn't much gender discrimination in this universe. Men and women alike both participate in battles, politics, home life and the like, and though it's been noted before that Sally would have been the first female to bond with the Source of All in her bloodline, I just kind of assumed that it was because the line was predisposed to male babies or something. Plus, it seems like a bizarre tradition for Sally in particular to want to carry on, considering that by all rights, going by this rule she shouldn't have even become queen due to being both female and not the firstborn. Sonia is clearly the more interested of her and Sonic's two children in becoming queen someday, so why pass her over in favor of Manik, who isn't interested at all? That's almost an exact recreation of the situation with Elias, and we all know how that went! I fully chalk this up to Penders' weird gender biases leaking into his writing, because the Sally I know wouldn't be down with this rule at all - but eh, we've already seen massive amount of out of character behavior in this arc, so I suppose we shouldn't be too surprised at even more. Anyway, the issue ends with Lara-Su complaining to Sonia about not being able to become Guardian due to her father's wishes, and when Knuckles overhears this, he appears to become contemplative, thinking to himself about something important…

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

College au- we're the only two people in this club. What is this club even for + sastiel

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, am I la-" Castiel pauses, freezing mid-step as he sees the hall absolutely empty, save just one guy sitting on the third bench - neutral good, his brain has somehow conjured up, before he can stop it for being that weird. Castiel has never seen this guy before, but for a moment, he can't stop looking - the stranger has boyish bangs brushing over his brows, and a beautiful face - lips drawn into an obvious frown, as he looks down at his phone screen, not having heard or noticed Castiel. He's in an oversized grey Stanford hoodie, and is massaging his head with one hand, with his sleeves pulled up just enough to put on display a pair of slim wrists, as he types away using his other hand on his phone nimbly.

Though the guy has still not noticed him, Castiel feels a shiver go through his spine as his manners perhaps return all at once, and he looks away - this time, at the blackboard, which has absolutely nothing written at the place where the name of the club should've been.

"Why -" He begins, and no sooner has he uttered a single word that the guy in the hoodie is looking up at him and standing up instantly. And he has got to be at least 6'5, so Castiel can almost imagine him towering over him when they stand closer.

"Go -" Castiel can see him almost wishing him a good morning - Dammit, it is kind of embarrassing to almost have gotten confused with the club mentor - before he probably realizes that Castiel looks more his age. Probably to confirm, he says, in an uncertain tone. "Wait a second. Hey?"

And shit, that's a wonderful voice too. "Uh, hey." Castiel hurriedly replies, walking towards him, so that he doesn't have to yell from the teacher's stand. "I'm not - I mean, not at all, okay? I don't even know what this club is for, like hell I'd be mentoring it."

The other guy blinks, and after a moment, seems to find this piece of information very amusing. "Would you believe it? Me neither!"

Castiel pauses. "Really?"

The guy nods, with an easy smile. "I know, it sounds ridiculous. But I was really drunk when I accepted this pamphlet from this one guy, okay? Can't even remember his name now, though we had a whole conversation about this "club" - I think - but it was a typical white guy's name, and well, whatever. It was like an extension of my brother's 'don't take a joint from a guy named Dan' speech. Then, I don't know, but when I woke up today, I didn't remember what it was about or anything but I had multiple reminders set in my phone, at various points in the morning - and all of them telling me to get to this room, at 3 pm, for club. That's it. Club." He snorts at himself, incredulously. "The last time I left a reminder for myself drunkenly was about a deadline that had been preponed, and I suffered 'cause of it, so I didn't take any risks and showed up. But guess what? Drunk Sam can be all strict about timings and crap, but not the purpose of doing things." He's offered his hand to Castiel while he speaks, and Castiel takes it in his.

"Honestly? I wouldn't be able to relate. I do procrastinate through amazing lengths of time when I'm sober, but drunk Castiel is all about the purpose of doing things. I've been known to be a pretty philosophical smartass." He confesses, and is a little bit stunned at how openly he's conversing with this guy - no, Sam - who he didn't know, till a few minutes ago.

"Well, I guess if you'd been with me then, we could've probably known what this club was friggin' for." Sam winks, and Castiel is stunned because he just got winked at, but before he can fry his braincells some more about this, Sam rushes, "I thought I was hungover, but I'm just now realizing that I might have a little alcohol left in my system. So, uh, shut me up if I get weird, okay?" Castiel smiled, as he nodded. before adding his own question. "And, what's your excuse for not knowing why we're here, Castiel?"

"It's kind of a ridiculous one." Castiel admits. "My mother thinks I don't do enough things for a college-kid, and asked my cousin to set me up for things. Like I need someone else to plan my life for me. Especially someone like Gabriel -" He could've easily talked for hours on that line, because Sam was listening with clear hazel eyes and interest - but then he remembered that Sam didn't know him or Gabriel that well. "And well, I had to do what they plotted for me, so out of spite, I didn't read any brochures." He ends, awkwardly.

"A weird kind of spite." Sam says, throwing his head back and laughing gloriously, as Castiel feels his eyes inevitably staring at his neck. He reprimands himself, and averts his eyes, wondering when he crossed the threshold from frustrated to so incredibly frustrated, that he couldn't keep his eyes to himself?

"I was a confused rebel, okay? Had to let it out somehow, and it couldn't have been acapella."

Sam stares at him in disbelief. "You -"

"No, don't look at me like that," Castiel babbles. "I just meant - I was simply looking for sympathy regarding the fact that I had to spend yesterday in acapella club, okay?"

Sam laughs once again. "Dude, you're hilarious, and I have nothing but sympathy for you, okay?" And for the first time, Cas doesn't turn away a compliment, and smiles himself. Hell, this guy was doing things to him.

Sam stops laughing eventually, but the gigantic, and stupidly contagious smile remains.

Castiel basks in it.

And doesn't realize that it's almost a full minute of complete silence - with Sam's laughs he earned, still ringing in his ears, and Sam seeming to be as distracted as he is. It is as if they're both shaken out of their reverie synonymously, as their eyes meet.

"Uh." Castiel says, eloquently.

"Yeah." Sam sighs, straightening his face into a concerned frown. "Let's start worrying where the rest of our club is, shall we?"

"How about we start worrying with where the mentor could be?" Castiel suggests, wryly. "I mean, even if this were a really unpopular club and we turn out to be the only two members - there has to be a professor with us too, right?"

"Yep." Sam agrees, glancing at his watch. "I've been here almost fifteen minutes now."

"Well, I showed up ten minutes after it was supposed to start, because I wanted to get into their bad books." Castiel gestures with a tilt of his head at the lecturer's stand at the front, which was completely empty.

Sam chuckles at that, and honestly, Castiel can't believe that this guy found him funny, because people rarely ever did. Castiel likes him a little more, just for that.

There's a sound outside the door, and Sam hails the janitor there. "Hey, excuse me! Here!" He calls, and the man in the uniform walks in the door - giving them weird stares, as he accepts that they're the only ones in that huge hall. Sam goes on. "Isn't there supposed to be like a club here or something?"

The janitor gives them another look, and then wordlessly shakes his head.

"Are you sure, because we could bet we were told to come here," Castiel joins in, with an apologetic smile.

"I don't know," He says, this time. "Maybe there is. There's a new club almost every week now, so there's a chance you're not wrong."

"You think you could go check with someone for us?" Sam asks this time, pleading. Castiel sees what he's doing - using his large, brown eyes to try and convince the man to do it for them. Whoa, that has got to be effective, because the janitor who was pretty disgruntled already, nods slightly. There's a fleeting thought in Castiel's own head, that he's never going to stand half a chance against Sam looking at him like that - if such a situation ever arose.

"I'll take a look at the timetable for y'all." The janitor says, and Castiel and Sam thank him in unison as he leaves.

Sam shrugs at Castiel. "Well, that's the best we can do for now." And Castiel silently nods, exhaling. "I don't wanna go back to my room yet, 'cause my roommate has his girlfriend over, so I guess I'm going to wait some more." And Castiel doesn't even need to be asked - he's waiting too.

Maybe he lives an incredibly dull life, but there's no place he'd rather be.

Some more time passes, and Castiel is leaning on a desk now, quiet; and Sam is sitting on one, his legs swinging slightly.

"This is weird." Sam declares, after another beat of silence, which didn't seem like any time at all. "We're literally the only ones here."

"We're the only members of this club." Castiel adds, glancing at his watch once again. It's late, now. "And I'm gonna be bold enough to say that we're probably gonna be the only members of this club forever."

He leans into the space between them, and Sam does too.

"Because," He adds, in a mock whisper. "I don't think anyone else knows this club exists."

And then Sam is laughing again, and Castiel is staring at him, with fascination. Because this guy is perfect. He laughs at the things he says, and has a beautiful laugh and a contagious smile, and is tall and nice, and -

"You know what?" Sam interrupts him. "This might seem weird, but just because we're the only ones here doesn't mean it can't be a club."

Castiel raises his eyebrows.

"Because clearly now this is our club." He justifies. "I'm the founder, because I showed up first, and you can be president, because I don't think I like politics." Castiel chortles at that, but Sam keeps going. "And we could totally lead this club."

"By ourselves?"

"By ourselves." Sam beamed, and Castiel has to stifle his own laughter because Sam has this serious - and Cas can't tell if its deadpan, sarcastic or sincere - look in his eyes; but anyone could tell now, that he is at least a little bit tipsy.

"Fine, then. What's the first order of action?" Castiel queries, going with it, because why the hell not? "And don't quote me on that, I don't think that's a real phrase."

"I think it is." Sam assures him. "And the first action is that we need to go get some coffee." He pauses, and Cas looks at him, waiting. "Together." He brightly suffixes, and Castiel all but melts at his smile.

"That's an activity I can get behind," Castiel tells him, as they both straighten and begin to walk out of the hall they'd been waiting in - for club, to goddamn start - since the last half hour. "Excellent idea, Mr. Founder."

"Oh, Mr. Founder is my dad, Cas. I'm just Sam." Sam grins, and it doesn't quite make sense - because Sam might have been growing more drunk through the course of their conversation or maybe Cas has just started to notice it.

Because he notices that Sam may have just called him by a shortened version of his name, and he can't stop smiling because of it. "Alright, Sam." He mumbles, mostly to himself. "I hope you're not drunk enough to realize that you just asked me out."

But then Sam, really slowly, takes his hand and entwines their fingers, and at this point, he can't seem to mind anything anymore - not even the fact, that maybe the latter heard him say that.

*

(Not much later, the janitor comes into the hall to announce that there was no 'club' supposed to be there, though he did find a note in mostly-unreadable handwriting near where the timetable was pinned, addressed to 'Cassie' and 'Samsquatch' from (a not-very-anonymous) anonymous.)

***

Okay, so I wasn't sure if my taglist would all be interested in this, so I'm only tagging the people on my list who I think MIGHT be into it: @petrichoravellichor @rauko-is-a-free-elf (both of you, I am in love with the prompts you've sent, and I promise I'm working on it uwu) @screamatthescreen @3dg310rdsupreme @hellfire37 @noemithenephilim @impulsivedandelion @ladywaywarddsc @all-or-nothing-baby @moderatelypanickedbiromantic @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect

[lovestrucked-again]

Planes Pt3 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

Part 1, Part 2

You sit in your seat till the very end. Till everyone around you is slowly shuffling out, gossiping with one another still humming in excitement. The security guards are ushering people out as cleaners file in, collecting all the rubbish left behind. The security guard who led you in before comes to your aisle.

“Miss?” he says, signalling you out of your daze. You look at him, stand up and follow as he begins to walk back the way he came from. The corridors aren’t as busy anymore, people are chatting in groups talking about the successful night. You’re led back to Shawn’s dressing room and the guard knocks twice against the door before opening it and stepping back. Your stomach fills with butterflies and your head is buzzing with questions. You falter in your steps as you walk through the door, it was empty.

“Shawn will be here in a few minutes, his just talking with his manager.” The guard informs, “your welcome to take a seat and wait for him.” He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone.

Your still in shock a little when your phone beeps in your pocket. Picking up your phone you see a notification from your mum but you ignore it and click into Instagram searching up Shawn Mendes. His account pops up with the blue tick icon beside it. 42million followers. Immediately you begin scrolling through his photos of his stages from the UK, Austria, France and all over Europe. The excitement and energy flickering beneath his eyes was mesmerising to you. So this is his passion.

“Hey,” You almost drop your phone in surprise before looking up.

“Hi,” you mumbled out. Shawn’s still dressed in his stage outfit, hair a complete mess but still managing to look just as attractive as the few hours before.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, sitting down across from you.

“Yeah, I did.” You sort of just stare at him, then the room, then your hands, then back to him, and back to your phone. Your eyes were darting everywhere from the build-up of your nerves.

“Sooo…. you’re a singer?” you ask

“Yeah,” He responds, and you nod. “Do you hate me?” The sudden question threw you off a little and you almost choked.

“Why would I hate you? I admit that I’m a little shocked but I don't hate you,” you quickly defend the idea.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you properly but it was so nice just to be seen as a stranger.” You understood where he was coming from but now that you knew who he was, you were a little more self-conscious of your posture, your outfit, your words and everything else.

“You’ve got a really nice voice,” You say, realising that you haven’t commented on his performance yet.

“Thanks, it comes in handy when I’m trying to serenade someone.” He jokes, giving you a wink. You blush and awkwardly look away, trying to laugh it off.

“Shawn! Are you planning to wear your stage outfit home?! Come and change!” Someone yells.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. You take the chance to breath in as deep as you can and breathe out. You can’t help but smile and your stomach sinks in or at least, it feels like it. Your hearts still racing and you start to think about everything you just said, worried about your expressions. You worry that you laughed too much or looked too awkward.

“Do you wanna get some dinner?” he asks, walking back into the room.

“Sure, I’d love to!” You exclaim, suddenly standing up. And then you realise your standing awkwardly so you sort of just scratch your arm and play with your bracelet as his packing his guitar up.

“What do you feel like? Maybe you could suggest something since you know the area.”

“We could go to the city,” you say without thinking.

“That sounds nice.” Shawn replies. He knows that it’s technically out of bounds to be in the city whenever his on tour but he didn't want to risk ruining anything. So he chose to take the chance and hope for the best.

_________

“So this is what its’ like to be famous?” You laugh sitting cross legged around the table facing Shawn.

“It’s a hard job,” he chuckles, opening the pizza box and spreading out the food across the table. Fans had managed to find Shawn in just 30minutes once you both had left the arena which forced you two to go into hiding. Shawn offered for you to join him for dinner at his hotel instead to which you gladly agreed on. He was apologetic the entire ride saying how he wanted to treat you to something nice as an appreciative gesture for the night before. However, you weren’t dressed for anything nice so you were thankful for just eating casual.

“Are you allowed to do this?” you ask, “I mean like, should I be here?”

“Yeah why not?” he gives you a questioning look.

“Isn’t it bad for show?” You didn't know how to bring it up but you thought there was something more than just friends. Nothing serious but just something out of the ordinary. The hand-holding he always started which would make your heart race but thinking back now, he didn't really seem fazed. Maybe it was normal to him.

“Fans will probably assume I’m meeting with an old friend in LA if they see us,” he says casually. You nod in reply, keeping your eyes on the pizza slice in your hand.

“So what do you do here? Are you a student?” he asks.

“Yeah I’m a student in first year doing science and arts.”

“Ohh cool, I was never a sciencey student but definitely more towards the arts.” You both laugh a little. Eventually the food gets cold as your conversation continues about his music career, how he got into music, how you got into science and arts, and all the little details about your lives. You both moved from the floor to the couch, sitting next to each other and leaning against the backing as you talked. You got the chance to ask about his tattoos and he explained them to you. He turned to sit facing you cross legged on the couch, and you copied him. He showed you the tattoos on his hands last, grabbing your hands at the same time.

Your eyes scanned his tattoo briefly but took the opportunity to look at his hands. His hands were soft but slightly calloused. His nails were cut short and the veins on his wrists to the backside of his hands were prominent. You stop when you notice his watch. You notice the time on his watch. It was 3am.

“Omg it’s 3am,” you whisper, not realising you had cut him off mid-sentence.

“Oh,” Shawn says, just as surprised as you. You look up at him from his hands and he looks a little stressed, like his debating in his head. “If you want to, you can stay here the night,” he offers.

_______

You hear sounds in the shower and naturally curious, you lean against the door, ear against it. He’s singing in the shower. His voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. It was soothing. And I know you don’t commonly call a guy’s voice beautiful, but his was. You sit down on the floor, back against the door reading the one book from the bedside table and gradually you learn the tune, humming along with him. You hear silence for a bit but don't bother moving, thinking that his most likely changing or still occupied. The book you were reading turned out to be quite appealing and the short chapters felt like you were going through the book extremely fast.

“Y/N y-,” he opens the door and you fall back suddenly, dropping the book beside you. He tries to supress a laugh but lets it out when he sees you go red in the cheeks. His got a towel around his waist and water dripping down his hair to his body.

“I-I was just listening to you sing.” You stutter out, still on the floor. “I haven’t even tried charming you yet but I guess I was a born natural.” He chuckles as his giving you a hand to help you up. You smack him against the chest trying to defend yourself without words. If you said anything now, it would definitely embarrass you more. He laughs at your defence and walks over to his suitcase, pulling out a shirt.

“Here,” he says, chucking the shirt at you. “You can wear this after you shower, its clean.”

“Thanks,” you say before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. Your shower process is relatively slow in comparison to him. You wanted to procrastinate and rehearse all possible lines if things got awkward. You took the chance to text your 2 best friends about the situation, obviously not mentioning the guy was Shawn Mendes. They were like the angel and devil voices for you, one completely supporting you to just stay the night and ‘see where it goes’, the other telling you to go home immediately.

You slip on his shirt over yourself and it reaches down to your mid-thighs. You were debating whether to wear your denim shorts to sleep but seeing the length his shirt went to, you couldn't be bothered. You dry your hair roughly with the towel and you can smell the slightly vanilla scented shampoo Shawn uses. You keep a mental note of the brand and walk back into the bedroom. The lights are out already and you can make out his figure in the bed. Fuck this is crazy.

You walk over to your side of the bed and pull the sheets back slowly. You can’t tell if Shawn’s asleep but his completely still, facing the middle. You carefully crawl into the queen sized bed and pull the covers up to your chin. You face the ceiling, not wanting to seem creepy by looking at him or rude by turning away. How am I meant to fall asleep like this? You sigh internally and roll over to your side, back facing Shawn.

A hand lazily rolls over on your stomach and you suck in. He wraps an arm around your body, gently pulling you closer to his bare skin. Despite the unsettling nerves in your stomach, it flutters at the feeling of his body against yours. Slowly, you sink into the warmth of his body.

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[marsupials-of-mars]

Visiting (Pt 4)

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Part 1 Part 3 Part 5

Roman woke the next morning to the smell of blueberry pancakes wafting up the stairs. He rolled out of bed with one last look at the rose. He warmed at the sight of it. He hopped to his feet, changed into casual garb, and made his way to the breakfast table all with a spring in his step.

"Well you're awfully chipper today, kiddo!" Patton's smile reflected Roman's. "I made pancakes!"

"So I've smelled!" Roman reached out for a plate, serving himself a shortstack.

"Chipper, yeah." Roman startled, coughing up a sprinkling of crumbs. He looked across the table to Virgil, who hadn't been there a moment prior. "Why's that I wonder?"

Roman could feel his friend's suspicions weighing on him, his subtle glare unwavering. "No reason really. Just woke up on the right side of the bed I suppose." He met Virgil's eyes, hoping to reassure him of his innocence.

"Oh, g'morning Virge, I made pancakes!" Patton sat at the table and pushed the stack of pancakes toward Virgil.

"Thanks Pat."

"Well!" Roman scarfed down the rest of his stack. "I'm done, thanks for breakfast Pops."

"You're always welcome!"

Roman pushed out from the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He managed to avoid eye contact with Virgil as he spun and headed back up to his room. He had work to do. He summoned a craft bin of materials and got down to it.

With a flurry of lace, glue, paper, glitter, and ribbon, he was finished. He reviewed his work. A marvelous, lavish card, reading in Roman's pristine calligraphy;

"Meet me on the mind palace stage tonight at 7:00pm, I will be eagerly awaiting your arrival." He gently folded the card and tied it shut with a red satin ribbon. He admired it in his hands before tucking it into a satchel he conjured for the specific purpose. He left the room, quietly descended the stairs, and made his way to the basement door. He looked both ways down the hall before knocking. Silence. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, just hand off the card and leave with dignity. Easy, he was the master of dignity. He was a digniTARY for the sake of it. Footsteps began behind the door, closer and closer. It flung open.

"Can't stay away huh?" And... wait for it... Roman caught something slimy and soft flying out the doorway from behind his brother. He squealed in disgust and immediately dropped it. The thick, dark green tentacle hit the floor with a splat and slithered back into the darkness. He shook his hand loose of the slime, refusing to wipe it on his clothes, leaving him to hold his arm up awkwardly at his side. Remus giggled. "Suprise! Maybe catching isnt always the best plan." Roman growled, but collected himself.

"Remus, sweet brother of mine, I have a favor to ask of you." He put on his best royal decree voice, but he couldn't keep from gritting his teeth at the words.

"Ooo a TASK!"

"Yes! An important task that needs no questioning. I need you to deliver something to Deceit." He pulled the note from his satchel.

Remus lit up. "I knew it! I TOLD you I knew it!" He clapped his fingertips and bounced on his toes. "Deceit and Roman, sittin in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" Roman slapped his squid slimed hand over his mouth.

"Shut up! It's not even related to-"

Remus forced the hand from his mouth. "Oh yeah, like a heart-shaped red-ribboned valentine DOESN'T contain even the suggestion that you want to go in on him till you break the bed."

"As a matter of fact it doesn't! It's just an invitation to meet on the mind palace stage at seven!"

Remus looked at Roman like HE was the crazy one. "For fucking. Right?! Am I missing something?!"

Roman huffed. "Obviously you are! Firstly, princes don't 'fuck'!"

Remus groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fine, for 'making love'."

"And secondly, I DON'T want that! You know that, I'm romance, LOVE is my thing!"

A silence. Remus grinned.

"Aww is my widdw bwover in woooooove~?"

Roman blushed. "We're the same age and I COULD make the argument that I'm older."

"So I'm not wrong?"

"Just... wash your hands and deliver the goddamn card."

"Okay. IF you admit you wanna fuck my boss."

Roman huffed. If that's what it took. "I wanna fuck your boss," he mumbled through barely open lips.

Remus pumped his fist and miracled his hands clean. Roman thrust the card out and he took it.

"Aye aye cap'n!" And he was off down the stairs. Roman collected himself and walked away, dignified as he could.

The rest of his day was spent wondering whether or not he'd done the right thing. Virgil said no... but his heart said yes. Deceit was evil... but he said he wasn't... but he lies. Deceit was so sweet...but in a sometimes mocking way. What if he was teasing with his advances too? Back and forth, thoughts, what ifs, if onlys, danced through his mind. He finally settled it with a simple; "if he shows up, he cares, and its real. If he doesn't, nothing was there." And it settled Roman down a little, no matter how much the latter scared him. Seven o'clock was quickly approaching. Roman checked the clock. He had an hour to get ready. This was his moment to shine.

He showered, using all his best scented soaps. He blow dried his hair and gelled it until not a single strand was out of place. He slipped on a light grey suit, red undershirt and tie, nothing too fancy to seem like he was trying too hard, but flattering in all the right places. He popped a breath mint and tipped cologne on his wrists and neck, his own custom scent. It was all perfect. He checked his watch. Half an hour. He ran through lines and conversation topics in his head, pacing his room and mumbling under his breath.

Twenty minutes. He sank out and rose on the mind palace stage. With a flick of his wrist, a table appeared center stage, set with a candle, menus, roses, and ALL sorts of unnecessary forks for that extra hint of fanciness. With another wave the stage was filled with tables, the set filled out with waiters, a fountain, fancy carpet and wall displays, anything you could dream a restuarant to be. Roman proudly surveyed his work. He drew the curtains closed. He wanted it to be a suprise. He checked his watch.

Three minutes... Two minutes...

[oumiyuki]

If you could spend an entire day with Honoka, what would you do?

Just stare at her

(* >ωᴗ

If say, I just woke up and she’s at my door and we got an entire day together. We would first have a good hearty breakfast! Freshly baked bread and delicious strawberry jam to spread across them and we chow down on them while we smile and a little chatter. Honoka gushing about the bread and me gushing about the sweetness and blushy lil’ o’ me as I say “it’s extra sweeter cos I’m eating it...with you.” ///w/// kya~ hehe~

(also there’s milkshake while we eat! or tea :3 because we are both tea people)

Then we’d go on to get a start-the-day-shower, and Honoka is so sweet and saying “how bout we get in the bath together?” but I’m ..!!!! (♡´艸`)（♥￫ｏ￩♥） “No..No...I..We...We couldn’t- *cough cough cough clears throat three times four*

“Okay!” Honoka chirps and gets in the shower first and then I do too. And I’m like, we smell the same, we smell the same now. Cos we used the same shampoo and body wash, and ahhh, Honoka!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*

Honoka then suggests going for some outside, fresh air. I’m a bit apprehensive in thought as I’m such an indoor girl. Honoka smiles patiently and says we don’t have to if I don’t wanna. That kinda flips my switch of not wanting to hold others back. So I quickly shake my head to say “no, no! we can go out! but where to?” 0o0`

Honoka beams and takes my hand. I’m surprised I haven’t faint yet. But internal Miyuki is doing that long gasp thingy people do when they are in awe but dying but loving every single moment of what’s happening kinda gasp XD

We leave the house and end up in the grocery store and I’m wondering why we’re here but also guessing, well, to buy food! Honoka nods with that angelic smile of hers. “Let’s get food we both like to cook~”

I smile my happy-fluttery-in love smile because I LOVE home-cooked food the most. And be it, me getting a chance to have Honoka’s cooking. Or me having a chance to cook for Honoka! Or woah, we’re cooking together! I’m so hyped and in high tension now! Honokaaaa~ I love you. Let’s cook!

Halfway through lunch of me stuffing my mouth full of food, which was a feat as I couldn’t quite stop my smile. So I’m smiling and eating, looking at Honoka every moment I can instead of looking at my food. I drop the rice or ingredients at times or poke my face with the spoon and Honoka’s laughs. I think my soul ascended a bit. hehe. Honoka~ (♡´౪`♡)

Oh right, halfway through lunch I jolt out of my intoxicated with love stupor with a gasp and my expression one of worry. Honoka has a concerned look on (which I found really cute too) and asked me if everything was alright. I take a few seconds as my mind raced, before I chuckled awkwardly, “Oh no...Just thinking that I haven’t gotten my login bonus for today and to play a bit of SIF...hehe...” Rubbing my arm a little awkwardly from the nerves and silliness of this realization.

Honoka smirks. Honoka smirks! Before she grins at me lovingly. “But I’m here already.” My head shot up and face morphed in an I know! I know that’s why I’m not rushing for my phone or anything. Don’t misunderstand-

“But I would like to see what your account looks like~ Filled with...me~? Just kidding. It’s totally okay for you to have a bunch of Kotori-chan cards or Nico-chan cards. They are both really cute school idols too!” Honoka actually looked like she’d be upset if I did have more of their cards in my SIF account.

I feel my heart squeezing and thumping that much faster at how much I love Honoka. How cute she is. How amazing she is. How Honoka she is~ ♡(ŐωŐ人)

I show her my account and she goes “Woah, that’s a lot of me!” And we both chuckle at what a funny thing it is to say. I comment shyly, “But my dream is to have all of Honoka- er, I mean all of your cards...so...I’ve still got ways to go...hehe.../////”  And she adds, “But now there’s me right here with you...so you could get all the other cards you don’t have yet in reality next time!”

Honoka stays quiet after that line. I stay quiet too. Then she bounces on the spot with a clap. “Let’s finish lunch and play something~” I nod in agreement and we continued eating our Honoka and Miyuki cooked meal together~

With the dishes washed, Honoka rocks on her heels back and forth as she asks what I might like to do together. I stared at her. We’ve spent an entire morning till afternoon together already and I still feel like I’m dreaming. I’ve living a dream! ۹(ÒہÓ)۶ “Movies and cuddles?” OH MY GOSH. WAIT, WHAT DID I JUST SUGGEST. HONOKA- WITH HONOKA- I MEAN. I JUST WANNA HANG OUT MORE, NOT ANYTHING ELSE. SHE HAS KOTORI-

(which I forgot to add that Honoka would comment about how cute Kotori is in SIF and she’d see my team name “HonoKoto” and she does that endearing smile at it. And my HonoKoto heart squeals with starry eyes that HonoKoto is real (● Ò □ Ó ) ♡ ♡ ♡ )

Honoka laughs. “That sounds like something we can do after dinner. But sure! You’re so cute~”

you’re a thousand, million times cuter, Honoka!! I scream in my mind but don’t verbalize it cos she took my breath away. (⺣◡⺣)♡*

We don’t cuddle. Of course, we don’t. XD But we sat beside each other on the couch as we put family cartoons on the big screen and some rom-com on too. We laughed, we felt our heartstrings being tugged for the characters on screen and at times a bit of tears too. And it’s just so fun to talk about our opinions on the movies after each one of them. :”))))))

Dinner time was closing in. And we already decided what we were gonna have! We just can’t say no to curry! (ᗒᗨᗕ) so we put that to boil and then on our plates and mmmmm~ it’s sooooooo good!

She had this fun idea of cutting the carrots and potatoes to look like alphabets somewhat so that when we get that on our plates, we can ask each other questions starting with the letter. And it’s a funget to know each other game as we eat. Which enhanced our chat too. Our dinner lasted long with laughs and “ooohs~” as we found out more about each other.

We got back on the couch after but instead of movies, we went to have fun on youtube and also look through my folder of Muse stuff. I was a bit embarrassed but Honoka got embarrassed too with how much Honoka content I have. ///w/// hehe~ Honoka~

We stayed up for as long as we can as I childishly and determinedly not want to sleep or let Honoka go to sleep as I didn’t want the day to end via sleep like that. It was a tough challenge as me being in bed equates to sleep within seconds or a minute. Honoka herself loves sleep. So we both tried to keep up the conversation or stares and funny faces and even going “First one to sleep is pink pig plushie (think SIF SR Honoka ;))” or “First one to sleep owes the other a drink/meal”. But well, we don’t really know who fell asleep first as we both closed our eyes, our bodies laid down on bed and sleep took us.(๑>ᴗ

Morning came. But it was still dark. Honoka was awake. I blinked up at her as she rolled out of bed and brightened the morning with a smile. “Get up, Miyuki-chan~ I’ve got something to show you~” I blinked grogily, still sleepy. “Honoka...5 more-” “No!” Honoka pulls me out of bed and before I know it, I’ve brushed my teeth, put on a bit more clothes and we’re somewhere outside.

I’m more awake when Honoka says “This will be another one of our memories together.”

I look at her and then a flicker started from across the horizon, far out at the sea. Yup, she brought me to a park, to watch the sunrise. “Honoka...” My sun...

Honoka smiles as she watches the sunrise. I watched her and the sunrise. “Th-Thank you...This is beautiful...A beautiful, unforgettable memory.”

Honoka smiles bright, to me, it’s brighter than the gorgeous sunrise we just experienced. And that says a lot. (๑>ᴗ

Honoka stands and I follow. She looks a little more solemn now. “Honoka..?”

“I guess this is it.”

“Oh.” I lowered my head, staring at our feets. Honoka was wearing my slipper. “I guess...”

Honoka puts a hand on my head, a soft pat. “I hope it was a fun day for you.”

I nod vigorously, my hair being a ruffled by her hand still on my head. “It was so fun! I...I wish it didn’t have to end!”

Honoka grins from ear to ear and she whispers. “Me too.”

I looked, stared and really didn’t want to have to look away from Honoka. Ever. “...Bye bye...”

Honoka chuckes softly and takes my hand in hers like she did when we were going grocery shopping. “First, I escort you home.”

“Thank you...” I tend to never say no to escorts since I get lost easily. I should have pointed out that I wanna see her off. But well, she walked me home and we waved goodbye. I got a hug. A huge hug. A bear hug. A hug that lasted so long but just not enough.

“Goodbye, Miyuki-chan!” Honoka graces me with that huge smile that steals my heart every single time before she ran off, leaving me waving and staring in the distance.

...

What a day.

Wait. Honoka said ���next time’! When looking at my SIF account??

Does that mean..?

She might come over for an entire day again?!

I couldn’t quite think of anything else for the rest of the day but Honoka. 

~~~~~~~~

(´∀`) Like...woah. （・ｗ・）1738 words what? (* >ω

I took a really long time to answer this Ask, but I guess you can understand why? XD I was procrastinating as I rolled in a thousand and one ideas of what I could possibly do in a day with Honoka. BUT. I guess the way about it was really to just sit and let the thoughts spill out of my head with fingers moving to type out each and every thought. An honest one, where I don’t go “but that” , “but I wanna do this” (* >ω

My sincerest and greatest thanks to you Shin-san for the Ask! It really made me think and gosh, an entire day with Honoka is such a blessing. hehe~ (*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)

[thorsstorms]

Swarovski

(Thor x Reader)

Summary: Gossiping with Natasha about the guys bedroom kinks, freaks her out a bit too much. 

A/N: This was written for @bibibucky‘s writing challenge. I wrote it in like 30 minutes because i am procrastinating homework, Okay ENJOY!

Warnings: Slight smut (kinda not really), A bit of language. Thor kink. 

Masterlist

23. “Did you seriously just tell me that? Ew! Why did you tell me that?”

“He did what!?” I whisper-yelled at Natasha. We were sat in the lounge area of the compound and may have had one too many glasses of wine. Wanda retired to bed about an hour ago, claiming she was ‘past her bedtime’ but we both knew it was because Vision had headed that way 5 minutes earlier. Steve, Bucky, and Thor were just across the open plan living area in the kitchen where they were talking over a few beers.

“Shh! Yea I know I was shook at first but then I kind of was like… why not?” Nat explained further.

“I had no idea! Banner never struck me as the type.” She was telling me things I didn’t want to particularly want to know about my semi-new friends. My gaze slipped a bit past her and fell upon my Love. I caught him watching us gossip, no doubt trying to decipher what the hell we were talking about. He stood tall, leaning back against the counter top. His hair pulled back in a ‘man bun’ that I had taught him to do a couple of days ago after he had complained of the New York wind, saying something along the lines of, “Asgard knows no wind, why must it flow towards me,” complaining. His eyes met mine from across the room and sent a quick wink my way. My heart will never get used to him, as it fluttered from a small wink. ‘Get it together (Y/N)’ I thought to myself. We had been ‘out’ as a couple for nearly 6 months now but it still seems surreal that a literal god could enjoy the company of myself.

The first time he introduced me to his friends they were all very hesitant towards me, not really bothering to get to know me. I assumed it was because they travel so often that a relationship could not thrive off of that, so they didn't see the need. I seemed to have proven them wrong because here I was sitting across from a woman that I can now call one of my best friends, secretively speaking of our partners’ weird antics.

“So what about you? Does Thor ever do some weird shit?” I thought about it for a moment. The only thing that he has done that is relatively weird is when he had gotten excited over ice cream. It was like a child trying it for the first time, except it was a grown ass man trying it for the first time. But there are some moments that I love and cherish with him that I sometimes appreciate keeping to myself. Like mornings when we just lay in bed talking about the universe and how it is so large it's impossible to imagine its size. There are so many beings living within the universe that must have yet to be discovered. Yet this massive universe has drawn us together. Wait.. lying in bed together..

“Actually don't tell him I told you,” I say with a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure his attention was somewhere else. “He likes to be a little spoon when he’s mad or upset about something and we lie for bed. I don’t know.. Is that weird?”

“What the hell? How does that work? He’s a giant! You know what that doesn’t particularly surprise me, but you know that’s not what I meant. I mean, yea, that’s kinda funny but.. What's he like in bed?!” I choked a bit on my drink, not expecting her to be so blunt. When I mean I enjoy relishing in the fact that I have Thor to myself and like keeping things to myself, this is what I meant. I get the pleasure of seeing him when he’s overtired in the evenings after a long day saving the world, or in the mornings waking up after a full night's rest with a cute morning grin on his face, and no one else does. I get to see him when he’s smooth, gentle and caring in intimate times. But I also get to see his eyes go dark when he gets a bit frustrated. The first time I unintentionally ‘teased’ him, he went into full dark Thor mode. His crystal blue eyes were so blown out, I could no longer see the thor I thought I knew. We were about to leave to Tony’s 50th birthday surprise but we didn't necessarily make it.

I walked out of the bathroom annoyed that my necklace wasn't clamping between my new nails that were longer than usual. I put on my new dress that was deep red with a straight neckline that rested below my shoulders. I waited until after I had bronzed my decollete to put on my new Swarovski choker, but the clasp was so small I couldn't get it myself. I cascaded out of the bathroom and stood in front of the full body mirror in Thors’ quarters struggling. Little did I know Thor had come in and was watching me join the struggle bus. After I discovered him over my shoulder, I yelled at him for just staring at me and not helping; he finally came over. As I turned to him, he stood up and walked towards me, his eyes raking over my body. I ignored it for the time being, knowing we were already a bit late for the party. To my annoyance Thor was moving like a snail while keeping his eyes glued to me. I turned back to the mirror, my hands still clasping the two connecting ends of the necklace. He showed up behind me unnecessarily close, not that I was complaining, and brushed his fingers across the nape of my neck, moving my hair out of the way and over my shoulder. Trying to rush him a bit I motioned him to hurry up by moving my hands around while still holding on to the ends. After I still didn’t feel him grabbing the clasp, I wiggled around a bit as if to say ��come on now!’ that was my first mistake. His close proximity to me was heating. I could feel his breath on my neck, so close to my ear that I heard him grunt a bit when I did it. I leaned my head up a bit and looked in the mirror to see him behind me. He was staring so intensely it almost made me uncomfortable.

“Babe please do this for me, We need to get going,” I said quietly trying to lighten his mood a bit. I felt him reach for the clasp and finally secure it for me. I stood straight up and examined my self again in the mirror to make sure it looked okay together. I was unsure if chokers were even still a thing, I hadn't worn them before, but Nat said it was the best choice for this kind of neck line. Thor remained behind me unmoving, his gaze staying strong. I looked up at him and patted his chest a bit so I could move past him and slip on my heels, but he remained unmoving.

“Thor, what is up right now?” I asked trying to figure out what his deal was. He looked up from my neck towards my eyes and squinted at me a bit but reluctantly moved out of the way. I moved past him locating my new shoes on the closet floor. I bent down to pick them up and examined them a bit to make sure they had so scuffs on them. When I went to turn around, Thor was once again unnecessarily close. I physically moved him this time out of the closet door way by pushing his shoulder a bit. I walked over to the bed to put them on. I was having trouble with the clasp around my ankle and couldn’t quite get it.

“Hey could you clasp this for me, my nails are already driving me crazy.” He walked towards me and bent down on one knee as he drew up my ankle to rest on his knee. He clasped them both for me. As he stood up, his hand slid up my leg and lingered on my thigh. I stood up, once again having to move him to the side and was grabbing my wallet and rings, ready to walk out the door. I slipped into the bathroom and grabbed my lipstick last minute before I forgot, and left without it. I went to touch it up a bit in the mirror.

“Okay, I’m ready. Lets go. And cheer up dude, tonights gonna be fun.” I started to walk out the doorway of his room but he caught my arm. He whipped me around, slammed the door, and I found myself trapped between his arms up against the wall. His eyes were incredibly dark and I could he his neck veins protruding a bit from his anger at my carelessness.

“Did you really think I was about to let you walk out that door?” His voice was so deep and slick it sent shivers through my entire body. “You think you could tease ME like that and not see it through?” His left hand lifted off the door behind me and slowly felt up my shoulder to my neck where he planted his hand around my new piece of jewelry.

His lips collided with mine. His kiss filled with dominance and lust. He kept a firm hold on me till he noticed me squirm a bit from lack of oxygen. He went straight for my neck while I tried to catch my breath. His mouth trailing over my neck, hovering over the most sensitive spots that he knows melt me everytime. My heart was racing a million miles an hour, my pulse picking up. Thor could feel the effect he had on me. His mouth attached right to my sweet spot and caused me to let out a moan. He growled against my skin after hearing the effect he had on me. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, attacking my neck and chest as if he's never seen me before. He sent shocks of electricity through my body as he roughly claimed me as his own. His hand enjoying its time around my neck, while he shed my outfit, all except the damn choker.

“You seriously wanna know?” I said to Nat, daunting her a bit. Why not tell her? I leaned in closer to her, she did as well, while bringing her glass up to her lips. She turned her head so I could speak into her ear, “He likes to choke me, while he fucks me.” I spoke in a whisper, waiting to gauge her reaction with humor, even though I was serious. She spit out her wine and yelled at me, “Did you seriously just tell me that? Ew! Why did you tell me that?” Our commotion caused the guys to look over towards us with amused and questioning looks. I locked eyes with my love, wondering if he knew we were talking about him. He sent me a small smile and wink, then tried to engage back into whatever conversation the three of them were having before Natasha had yelled at me.

Tag: @bibibucky​

A/N: This is my first time ever writing. I had come to realize that there is a lack of Thor stories out there and decided to take matters into my own hands. Feel free to let me know if it was absolutely horrible, I won't get butt hurt. But also let me know if you liked it!