#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.

[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.”

[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!”

[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. 

[seraphdarlimg]

Last Essays

TOM HOLLAND X READER (NSFW) Tom helps reader get through the final assignments 

WARNING - SMUT 18+, fingering, dirty talk WORD COUNT - 1,010

A/N - first tom holland smut because I’ve been procrastinating on my series hehe 

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   I whine, pushing my laptop further away from me on the coffee table before dropping my forehead in-between my crossed arms and letting out a big puff. I hear Tom sitting on the couch behind me laugh and the music from my playlist playing on the tv turn up. "All right, what's wrong kitten. Hmm?" I felt his knees on my back and his hands on my shoulders to gently push me back to lay on his lap. "Aye, you alright there?" I had my hands cover my face while I felt his right above mine with a teasing smile. "I don't wanna do any more assignments!" It came out muffled but my frustrations were clear. "Come on love, you've only got two more essays to write." He encourages me, placing his hands on top of mine and prying them open, revealing my pout and furrowed brows, making him laugh.

"Noooo It's been literally repeating the same prompt for the last ones." I said, although already knowing what I was going to write but just didn't have the motivation to do so. 

Tom then gives me a straight face, playing with a few strands of my hair. "Darling, you only have a few hours till they're due and you chose to do all of them last minute." He reminds me with a scolding tone and I sigh. "Oh, don't remind me of the grave mistakes I've made." "I'm tired and simply have no motivation." I close my eyes, starting to relax on his lap as his fingers run through my hair. Tom hums, placing a kiss on my forehead. He massages my scalp and brushes out the little knots my hair made during the stress of long days. "Hmm, you've been working hard darling. Stressin' yourself out isn't good for you." I only pouted and sighed as his fingers lightly run through my neck, my elbows resting on his knees. "You deserve a little break, yeah?" I quickly open my eyes and nodded, giving him a puppy eyed look. He smirks, his pointer finger moving to play with my bottom lip now. "Want me to take care of you for a bit? Use your words." "Please Tom." I nodded again, parting my lips slightly to take in his finger. "Mm, good girl. My smart good little girl." I blush at his words, sucking on his finger. His blue eyes stare down at me, turning darker when I play with it with my tongue. His other hand massages my shoulder before lightly wrapping around the base of my neck. Tom pulls the finger out and trails his hand down to my breast, squeezing it as he plants kisses on my nose and cheek. I let out a shaky breathe, a smile growing onto my face as an idea pops into my head. "Wait, we can totally do a Spider-man kiss right now." Tom laughs, continuing to play with my breast. "I'm not hanging upside down but can't believe we have yet to do it." As he bends down to press his lips against mine, his hand moves down and slips into my pajama shorts. I moan through his lips, his tongue pushing through mine, when I feel his fingers make contact with my folds. He pulls away for a second, staring me down as he tightens the hold around my neck. "You haven't been wearing- this whole time?" I nodded, gasping when he runs through my lips and gives attention to my little nub. "Oh darling if I had known sooner, you wouldn't even be close to finishing your essays. Would of given you the attention, you're so fuckin wet." He groans, pressing a finger into my entrance and pushing it in all the way. "M'not gonna tease you kitten, not when you've been so good." I push my hips up to meet his hand when he's thrusting his finger in and out of me, letting out labored breaths as his grip around my neck tightens when I beg for more. He plants kisses on my cheek, trailing down to my ear to whisper dirty things. "Spread your legs wider darling if you want more of my fingers." I oblige, squeezing his thighs and moaning when he inserts another ones, curling them up deep inside me and hitting that one spot that made me squirm. He darkly chuckles into my ear, using his thumb to rub my clit while he fucks me faster. I watch his hand, gripping onto his bicep as I struggle to keep my legs open for him. He groans at the sound his fingers are making as well as the pathetic mewls leaving my lips. "Oh yes, squeeze me baby. Want you to cum on my hand. It's what a good girl like you deserves." I yelp when he abruptly pulls his fingers out and focuses on furiously rubbing my clit. My head is thrown back when I felt my climax build up as he's encouraging me to cum, his hand around my throat loosening to play with my breast. "Gonna cum Tommy please." I begged to which a confident smirk grows on his face, the look almost enough to make me cum on the spot. "Anything for you my smart girl." He pushes his fingers back into me, fucking into me faster till I feel a wave of pleasure override me. I moaned out his name louder as he slows but doesn't stop, riding out my orgasm. My legs out of instinct closed together but Tom had quickly placed his other hand on my knee to keep them apart, making me whimper as he slips them out to slowly go back onto rubbing my clit. A satisfied sigh leaves my lips, opening my eyes to see Tom cheekily smiling down at me with his fingers in-between his lips. His tongue runs through them as I stare in awe of how hot he looks right now. "The sooner you finish your essays darling, the faster I'll reward you ass up in front of the mirror." 

[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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1535 words

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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” 

[livesincerely]

it’s so easy (too easy) to love you, ch. 1

Also on Ao3

00000

Davey’s just gotten out of class—literally just walked out the door—when his phone starts ringing.

“Davey,” Tony says the moment he answers, not even giving Davey time to say hello, “can you swing by the apartment real quick?”

Davey sighs. “Are you locked out of the house again?”

There’s a guilty silence. Then, “Or maybe I just wanna see you, huh? You don’t know.”

“Tony.”

“Charlie’s the one that lost the spare,” Tony capitulates immediately, there’s an indignant “Hey!” somewhere in the background, “and I left my keys in my locker ‘cause I thought Charlie had his—”

There’s a scuffle of noise, then Charlie’s voice breaks in, “—don’t listen to him Davey, I asked him before we even got on the subway if he had his keys and he said he did but he didn’t even check—”

“—well, I thought you had yours, didn’t I?—”

“—and he was twenty minutes late picking me up from band practice because he was too busy making out with Spot Conlon to come help me carry my stuff—”

“—that was supposed to be a secret you little shit!”

“—you started it!”

Davey pulls the phone away from his ear as the other side of the line descends into a mess of indistinct yelling. He thinks about trying to get their attention, but he decides to just start heading towards the apartment, muting his side of the call while he waits them out—they’ll remember him eventually.

In the meantime, Davey sends a quick text:

Tony and Charlie locked themselves out of the house again

He’s not expecting a response, but Jack must be in-between projects because he gets one almost immediately.

jc again?

And you’re going to have to get a new spare made

fuck okay i’ll take care of it. are you heading over?

I’m walking there now

ur the light of my life dave

Davey can’t help but smile at this, a soft feeling fluttering in his chest. Before he can write back, Jack sends another text:

how did ur midterm go?

I feel good about it! Def did better than I thought it would!

duh youve been living in the library all week ofc ur gonna do great. ill swing by the grocery omw home and pick up some ice cream to celebrate. do we need anything else while im there?

Get a bell pepper and some tomato paste, I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. And we need more laundry detergent.

fuck yes im starving! can we do garlic bread too?

Come home on time and we’ll see.

u drive a hard bargain. kerian owes me a favor so he can stay late tonight lol

“Davey?” The sound of Charlie’s voice, tinny and muffled, prompts Davey to lift his phone back to his ear; it seems like he might’ve been calling Davey’s name for a while. “Are you still there?”

“I’m still here,” Davey confirms.

“So are ya comin’ or what?” Tony cuts in, ever impatient. “I’m roasting out here!”

“Well, I was thinking about leaving you to ruminate on your poor life choices,” Davey responds dryly, “but I guess I can come let you in, since you asked so nicely.”

“Thanks, Davey,” Charlie says.

“I’ll be there soon,” Davey confirms.

“Hurry, will ya? Much longer and I’m gonna get heatstroke and die,” Tony declares.

Davey rolls his eyes. “Goodbye, Tony.”

00000

When he arrives at Jack’s building some twenty minutes later, Davey finds Tony and Charlie right where he expects them: crowded together in the little bit of shade the roof’s overhang offers, wearing identical grumpy expressions that brighten immediately when they spot him approaching.

"Finally!" Tony exclaims, shooting to his feet. "What took you so long?"

“Stop losing your keys and you won’t have to wait for me,” Davey counters, slotting his key into the deadbolt and hefting open the heavy exterior door. He props it open with his hip and lets Tony and Charlie scurry past him into the AC. “You couldn’t get anyone to buzz you in?”

“Old Man Davis hasn’t gotten his hearing aid replaced yet,” Charlie explains as they climb the stairs up to the second floor, “and Mrs. Ikeda isn’t home.”

“She joined a new book club,” Tony adds. “She won’t be back till late.”

“Oh, I’ll have to ask her about it when I see her next,” Davey muses.

He gets the apartment door unlocked and the boys pile inside, tossing their backpacks down with dramatic groans of relief.  Charlie makes a beeline for his bedroom; Davey expects Tony to do the same but he takes a seat at the kitchen table instead, booting up his laptop with a couple of keystrokes.

“I’ve got a paper due in English tomorrow,” Tony explains. “Can you look it over once it’s finished? Maybe later this evening”

“Of course,” Davey replies. “What’s it on?”

“Lord of the Flies.”

Davey’s nose wrinkles up. “Oh, I hated that one. What’s the essay prompt?”

“Identify Golding’s argument about human nature as proposed in Lord of the Flies,” Tony reads off the top of the assignment outline. “Then make an argument agreeing or disagreeing with his assessment, using evidence from the text.”

Davey rolls his eyes. “Good to see that high school literature classes haven’t changed much in the last few years,” he says with a sigh. “How much have you written so far?”

“Oh, I haven’t even started it yet,” Tony casually rebuts.

“Is everything going okay?” Davey asks, frowning slightly. “If things are getting worse we can make an appointment—”

But Tony waives his concerns aside. “Nah, this is regular old procrastination, not ADHD procrastination. Like ya said, Lord of the Flies sucks ass, so I just didn’t want to write it.”

“Well, let one of us know if you start having trouble,” Davey says.

"Okay, mom,” Tony agrees, somewhat distracted. He’s already got a blank document pulled up on his laptop, a battered and thoroughly dog-eared copy of the book laying open beside him.

Davey looks at him for another moment, then he shrugs and continues making his way into the kitchen—he figures there’s no need to worry unless Racer starts actually missing assignments. And he’s right: Lord of the Flies does suck ass.

By the time Jack gets home they’re each fully entrenched in different activities: Davey’s washed a sink full of dishes and is working on drying the last few pieces of silverware, Tony is still posted up at the kitchen table, carefully hammering out a draft of his paper, and there are the familiar sounds of Charlie working through different musical scales on his oboe in the back bedroom.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jack calls jokingly as he enters. There’s a rustle of plastic and soft thunk of the front door closing behind him, then he comes around the corner into the dining room with an armful of groceries.

“Hey, Jack,” Davey greets absently. He starts rifling through the bags almost before Jack can finish putting them down. “Did you get the tomato—?”

“I got the tomato paste,” Jack says, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the entryway with all the others, “and I picked up some more of that fancy coffee you like from the place around the corner, even though it’s expensive as all hell.”

“Don’t judge me,” Davey replies, gathering up an armful of vegetables and carrying them further into the kitchen. “You spend a semester grading 'Intro to Shakespeare' homework and tell me how much caffeine you consume.”

“I’m just saying, the rest of us schmucks drink regular coffee and do just fine,” Jack continues. “You can feed your crippling caffeine addiction just as well with Folgers and it’ll cut down on the grocery bill.”

“Watch it, Kelly,” Davey says, pointing a finger teasingly in Jack’s direction. “Smartasses don’t get dinner.”

“‘s that so?” Jack asks with a grin. “Then why the hell are we still feeding Tony?”

“I heard that,” Tony grumbles from the kitchen table.

“Yeah, you were supposed to,” Jack says, moving over to Tony and slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. Tony bats at Jack’s hand but makes no real attempt to get away. Then Jack says, “So, I hear you and your brother lost another set of keys.”

Tony throws Davey a look of the deepest betrayal. “You told Jack?”

“Of course he did,” Jack says. “Someone’s gonna have to get new ones made, and it sure ain’t gonna be either half of the dynamic duo.”

“Charlie lost the spare,” Tony says, mercilessly throwing Charlie under the bus while he’s not in the room to defend himself. “And I didn’t lose my keys, I just left them in my locker.”

“Uh huh, save it for the judge,” Jack responds, ruffling Tony’s hair. “Just know if I end up having to change the deadbolt, it’s coming outta your subway money.”

“Jackie, leave Tony alone,” Davey comments mildly over Tony’s spluttering protests. “He needs to work on that paper and you’re distracting him.”

“Yeah, Jack,” Tony repeats, a little smug. “You’re distracting me.”

Davey turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Tony quickly busies himself with his homework.

Davey makes quick work of washing a green pepper and peeling an onion, then starts dicing both into small, neat pieces. He feels more than hears Jack sidle up behind him: the familiar weight of his gaze, the solid presence at his back. He stands there quietly, leaning against the counter-top and just watching Davey cook; unbothered, Davey leaves him be for the moment and moves to the stove, scraping the chopped vegetables off the cutting board and into a pan to start softening.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Davey glances over his shoulder at Jack and says, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me with this? You know there’s no loitering in my kitchen.”

“Well, I’m nothin’ if not a law abidin’ citizen,” Jack drawls in answer, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He rolls up his shirt sleeves, exposing the long, muscular line of his forearms, and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. “Where do you want me?”

Davey licks his lips. “Think you can handle browning the hamburger?”

“I’m sure I can manage,” Jack responds with a smirk.

Davey steps out of the way, letting Jack take his place in front of the sauce pan while he gets a pot of water set up on a different burner, salting it so it boils faster. They settle into their familiar dinner-routine, moving around and past each other with ease as they work on getting everything ready, chattering idly all the while.

“I’ve gotta head back out this evening,” Jack says at one point, as he sets the tray of garlic bread in the oven to toast. “Johnson’s got me working a night shoot and I have to be downtown by 9.”

“How long is the session?” Davey asks. “Here, will you open this?”

“We’re scheduled for five hours, but we might get to wrap it up early if everything goes well.” Jack’s hand brushes against the small of Davey’s back and they trade places again, Davey stepping back up to the stove-top and Jack rifling around in one of the drawers for a can opener.

“Are ya spendin’ the night or are ya headin’ back to campus?”

“Depends on how much help Tony needs with his paper,” Davey replies, shaking his head. He takes the can when Jack hands it back to him and empties it into the saucepan, then gives the whole thing a good stir. “We might be at it a while.”

Jack huffs out a laugh. “Well, if you do spend the night, go ahead and take the bed. The extra blankets are in the usual place.”

Davey sets down the spoon he’s holding, crossing his arms across his chest. “Jack,” he says warningly.

“Davey,” Jack echoes back in the exact same tone of voice. In the background there’s the faint sound of Tony muttering, “Jesus, not this again.”

“Jack, I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed,” Davey says, rehashing the same old argument for what feels like the millionth time. “I’m perfectly fine taking the couch.”

“Or you could do the smart thing and just take the bed,” Jack counters as he always does. “I’m not even gonna be here to use it.”

“You’ll want an actual mattress when you get home, especially if you’re out late.” Davey argues. “I don’t even have class tomorrow, it’ll be fine.”

“If you don’t take the bed I’ll just carry you in there once I get back,” Jack says, as if that's a perfectly reasonable course of action. “So you might as well save me the trouble.”

Davey sputters. “That’s not— You can’t just— That only happened a couple of times!” he finally gets out.

"Well, actually, it's been more like four or five times," Jack says with a smirk. "But hey, who's counting?"

"That trick won't keep working," Davey grumbles, feeling the back of his neck start to heat up.

“You sleep like a fucking rock, Dave,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. “Why wouldn’t it keep working?”

“No, see, that’s exactly why I should take the couch,” Davey insists. “It’s not like the sound of you coming in will wake me up—”

Jack turns to face him. Davey cuts off, slightly startled—he hadn’t realized they were standing so close to each other.

“Just take the bed, Davey,” Jack all but orders, and those dark eyes with that low voice are a heady combination. “Please?”

Davey bites at his lower lip, suddenly flustered. “Fine,” he reluctantly concedes, hoping Jack will attribute his flushed face to the heat of the kitchen. “Just this once.”

"Thank you," Jack says with a dramatic heave of his chest, looking much too pleased with himself. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You're letting the garlic bread burn," Davey answers tartly.

"Oh shit—!"

00000

Later that evening, after they’ve all finished eating and have cleaned up, Davey, Tony, and Charlie are still gathered around the table, working on various assignments.

Davey is finishing the readings for his Monday lecture in between helping Tony finalize the exact wording of his essay. Charlie sits opposite him, working through his geometry homework and every so often there’s a huff of breath and the rubbery scratch of an eraser—Davey makes a mental note to swipe some more pencils and notebook paper from the grad lounge when he’s there next.

Davey notices the time and frowns. “Jack,” he calls out, “it’s already 7:30. If you don’t leave soon you’re gonna be late for work.”

There’s a clamor of noise from down the hall, then Jack appears, freshly showered and fumbling to put on his socks and button up a clean shirt at the same time.

“Fuck, Johnson is gonna kill me,” Jack grumbles. He pats down his pockets, then groans. “Christ, has anyone seen my—”

“Your wallet and keys are on the counter by the microwave,” Davey says, pointing. “And take a jacket, it’s supposed to rain later.”

“Great, I’m sure the models will love that,” Jack says with a groan. “Hopefully we’ll be able to get through everything without getting rained out.”

He meanders his way over to the table, peering at Charlie’s homework from over his shoulder. “If Tony is still busy and ya get stuck, text me,” Jack tells him. “I probably won't be able to answer right away, but if ya send me a picture of the problem I can probably talk ya through it between shots.”

Charlie hums his acknowledgment, still scribbling furiously. Jack turns to Tony.

“Listen to whatever Davey tells you about your paper,” he advises. “The only reason I got through undergraduate writing was ‘cause Davey proofread all my shit before I turned it in.”

“I thought I was s’pposed to always listen to Davey,” Tony says distractedly, tongue poking out between his teeth as he types.

Jack pauses, considering. “Yeah, just do that.”

“Jack—”

“Oh, and Dave cooked, so you shitheads better do the dishes, get me?”

“Jack, you’re gonna be late,” Davey cuts in firmly, holding out Jack’s jacket for him.

“Alright, I’m going,” Jack says, shrugging it on, and he finally starts making moves towards the door.

He gives Charlie one last pat on the shoulder and cuffs Tony lightly across the back of the head in a slightly rougher, but no less affectionate goodbye, which is per usual. Then he turns to Davey, tips his chin up, and kisses him right on the mouth, short and sweet.

“Lock the door behind me and don’t forget to—” Jack stops mid-sentence, then turns bright red.

“Um,” says Charlie.

“Holy shit,” says Tony.

Jack’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Finally, he stammers out, “I u-uh— I-I d-didn’t mean—“

Davey doesn’t respond. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to—he’s frozen in place, his mind a sudden wash of static. For a moment, they just stare at each other. Then Jack blurts, “gottagoseeyoulaterbye,” and bolts out the front door.

Davey’s not sure how long he stands there, staring blankly into space, utterly dumbfounded.

“Davey?” Charlie asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

There’s a strangled, choking noise. A split second later, Davey realizes it’s coming from him.

"...What just happened?"

[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

[randomisemily]

I wanna rant about getting my driver’s license, but some people might need to know some stuff beforehand, so here you go:

- In Belgium, you have to take a written test on basic knowledge of traffic (rules & signs), passing that test allows you to request for a permit 

- There are two different permits: 1) 36 months: allows you to drive, but not by yourself. 2) 18 months: allows you to drive by yourself. Though, in both cases, you have to take lessons beforehand. 

-You can get your license at the age of 18 

- the driver’s test includes a “risk perception” test (you have to watch a few videos and determine who’s on the road and who’s a risk etc) + also, of course, a test on the road, including a few parking skills

- Additonally, I’d like to mention that the laws concerning learning how to drive and permits etc have changed A LOT the last few years, so if sometimes my rant is confusing, IT IS FOR ME AS WELL

- Every 2 times you fail an exam, you have to take 6 hours of lessons before you are allowed to take the exam again. 

ALRIGHT LETS GET STARTED

So when I was 18, I personally felt like I wasn’t ready to get my license yet. I wasn’t all that interested anyway and because I had friends who could drive, an older brother,... I was happy not driving. It didn’t bother me that much, and when Iook back at that time, I might even add that I might’ve been scared to drive. 

I felt like my life wasn’t too difficult without a license, though I lived in a rural area, I had easy access to busses and, mostly, trains. I also pretty much biked everywhere, and I didn’t mind that much.  

When I was 19, I started dating my fiancé, who had a license and took me everywhere. Some might think he was enabling, but in our case, I think he was just happy to do it. He was patient with me and when I was almost 21, I took the written test and passed. 

See, after that, I’m fuzzy on the details because I’m 28 now. So time has PASSED. But at that time I did decide to get a 36 month license. The reason was mostly financial: for a 18 month license, you have to take more lessons, and the lessons are expensive. (to drive alone, you have to take 20 hours of lessons, which as roughly 1500 euros). BUT for the 36 month permit, it’s only required to take 6 hours, which is rougly 500 euros. Considering the fact I had to pay that myself, I felt like I couldn’t afford the extra 1000 euros. I think, the other reason was that I was scared to drive by myself - maybe even scared to drive at all.

The permit I chose, requires you to get a mentor. Usually, it’s a family member, in my case, it was my dad. I thought it would be a good choice because my dad knows how to drive a truck and has tons of experience. He’s also calm and I thought he’d be good at giving instructions. 

That worked out a little different. It seemed like my dad was, like myself, a little scared to teach me. So here we were: two people who weren’t going to encourage each other to drive. The addition problem was that my dad’s working a lot, so a lot of times I was tired or he was. Yeah, it’s an excuse, and we knew it. 

One time, when were finally practicing, we were on a private road nearby. We were just starting & stopping, you know, the basics. There was a guy walking his Jack Russell, but without a leash. We weren’t going fast at all, but all of the sudden, the dog ran in front of my car. The dog ran off, over a big field, as fast as it could, and eventually, it ran home. We were shocked, scared and felt bad for the dog. The dog wasn’t injured that badly, but it so happened that we also had a similar dog at the time, so we truly felt for the little scared dog. I am, ‘till this day, though, a little angry with the owner because you don’t let your dog off your leash, that’s just my opinion. 

ANYHOW, after practicing a few months or something, we decided I was ready. I felt ready but both my dad and I were NERVOUS AS SHIT. The examirer was 15 minutes late, which only made it worse. My exam was a nightmare, after 5 minutes on the road, I had to go back. Out of nervousness, I didn’t see an old lady crossing the road. It was a disaster and the memory is still vivid. 

A second attempt came around the corner, and this time, I really thought I was ready. It was closer to the time the permit was going to expire, so I really hoped it would work out this time. Failed. This time, I didn’t use my breaks properly. Apparently, my dad had been teaching me wrong and I didn’t remember from the lessons I took. 

I can’t remember anymore why I failed the third time, but I did. And this time, my permit really was about to expire. After failing this time, I had no choice but to let it expire. 

This SUCKED because, as you might do the math, I was already 25 by then. And by the time I was 25, I did in fact, really need a car and a license. I had just graduated college and I needed a job. Schools in general are usually easily accessible by train, so was mine. Jobs, however, are not. For my internship in my last year of college, for example, I had to bike to the train station, take a train, tranfer to another train, take a bus and then bike again. The internship was great, getting there, however, was a nightmare. 

It also sucked because at the time, there was a rule in place, that dictated that if your permit expires, you can’t request a new one. There was a “waiting period” of 3 years. Yes, three YEARS. There are some exceptions because I can still, possibly, get your license during that time if you re-take your written test and take your driving exam with a professional driving school (the one you use to take lessons). This is, in fact, what I tried to do. The tricky part is that, when you’re not on the road during your “normal” life (work, groceries,...) it’s harder to get back on the horse. It was for me, anyway. I tried to the the exam that way twice. I failed twice. After the second time, I still had a year left in that “waiting period”, so I figured I wouldn’t try anymore and just wait it out. During those three years, I got a job nearby where I could bike to. It was alright. 

After the three years, and 5 exams later, I was fed up and I wanted to pass more than ever. But I knew I needed to do better this time. I took the 20 hours (yes, the lessons kept pilling up and so were the bills) so that I could drive alone and get the 18 month permit. By that time, I was also working full time and had moved out and moved in with my fiancé. So I was READY to be an adult and driving alone also meant that freedom I desperately wanted. 

My reasoning was also the fact that I felt like I didn’t have enough real life experience driving a car before. I didn’t need to do groceries, I was still living at home at the time and, as I mentioned, was always practicing with my dad. This time, not only did I want to drive alone, I needed to. 

A few months before the 18 months ended, I wanted to take the test again. Six times a charm, I thought. This time, my “mentor” wasn’t my dad anymore, it was my fiancé. Mind you, my fiance, lovely as he is, is neurotic and full of anxiety (bless his heart). Yet again, I was confronted by my nerves, and his. And failed the test because of my parking skills (or lack of). Actually, I was too nervous and had a minor anxiety attack while parking. 

The next time, I tried to get back on the horse almost right away and tried to take an exam with, not my boyfriend, but a professional driving instructor (€€€€€€). The seventh time almost worked out. I ALMOST passed, until the last few minutes I made a mistake at a crossroads. I mean, fuck. 

For the eight time, I realized I needed to do the same so I scheduled the exam for March this year. Then, of course, a pandemic came knocking on the door. The exam was cancelled and I felt major relief - though, I did need to pass and I knew it. 

After everything re-opened in May, I sort of procrastinated making an appointment again. I just, I couldn’t. I knew I had to, but I had failed this test 7 times. A driving test. Thinking about it, I mean, I have a bachelors degree. I had good job. I’m engaged. But I didn’t have a driver’s license. And no, I’m not a New Yorker. 

But luckily, when I procastinate, my body doesn’t agree and protests. I was watching a Modern Family episode one night where Haley struggled to get her license and I felt her pain so much. My heart was racing. I got nervous and flustered. And this continued. I was watching anyone driving on tv and I continued having tiny panic attacks. Talk about triggers: people driving. 

Anyway, I finally managed to call to make the apointment (took a lot of energy). I, again, made an appointment with a professional instructor. Though it was more expensive, it was the best approach. My car is old and driving my car to the exam would also mean I’d have to deal with my nervous (and not helping at all) fiancé. I knew I needed a steady and experienced person by my side. 

Yesterday, I took the test and I passed. Eight years and eight tries. 

I thought I would be ecstatic, but I wasn’t. I mean, I was. But honestly, It’s all been hitting me. Slowly. 

I’ve had this extreme fear. Extreme shame. Extreme anxiety for years. Because of that, it’s like, I have to process everything. I mean, everything. For example, I can now drive to my job, no strings attached. I can find a better job, that’s not as nearby. We bought a house to a rural area so it’s hard NOT to drive a car. I used to fear I’d feel locked up in the house as long as I didn’t have my license. Now, I have to process that this won’t be the case anymore and I can experience that freedom. There have been so many small things that I had to adjust to. Also, the shame I experienced. It’s just GONE now. Just simply, GONE. 

But in any case, I’m also super stoked. And the reason I ranted was

1) to express myself and get it off my chest but also

2) if anyone experiences the same thing (or a similar thing) to assure that it happened to me too.  

And for anyone who doesn’t want to ride with me - I totally understand but I took so many classes I consider it an asset. Not only do I know the laws of driving SUPER WELL, I am NEVER going to jeopardize it by driving badly. Because I ain’t planning on losing what I’ve got! 

thank you for reading or scrolling 

[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.

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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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