#been hella fixated on him tonight

[letsgofoletsgo]

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#been hella fixated on him tonight #he Chandlo and Luca are living rent free in my mind currently

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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[bakugohoex]

Hi its me again from the comments😋you said if i wanted a part 2 for 'you want to sleep on the floor' i should put it in your asks i dont know if you write nsfw but could you put some in it the rest is up to you😊btw i love your writing so much the fluff that your write just literally brightens my day and remeber i love you🥺 and you are an awsome person🥰😅

part two: “you want to sleep on the floor”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: pro hero bakugo, university student y/n, fluff, language and nsfw (protected sex, praise, hella jaw grabbing, nipple play, hickies, bruises, female receiving oral, dacryphilia)

word count: 5400+

a/n: please don’t ask how this became so long lmao and thank you so much bby i’m glad you like it and your an even more amazing person and i love you moree

summary: in which bakugo takes you on that date he promised you and leads your roommate to be the one to hear all the moans and screams

part one

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The stress you had gone through all day to find an outfit, even if it had been hours since waking up. Your mind still went back to last night, the kisses against your neck and mouth from Bakugo. You had seen him leave from your apartment when you had been drinking some coffee on the balcony. Even if it had been cold, you didn’t care, leaning against the frosted top as you watched him leave. He had seemed to be in a rush, either going to the gym or he had work. You assumed the latter but even then he seemed agitated himself.

Having finished some uni stuff as soon as you could, you found yourself in front of your wardrobe. Unable to decide on the clothes you had, you found yourself peeking into your roommates room, the smell of sex lingering and the used condom chucked into the bin. “You need help deciding what to wear?”

She hadn’t even looked up at you, exes fixated on her laptop as she continued to type onto Word. “How did you know?”

“I heard the swears.” She muttered to your early fucks and shits at how everything you owned looked horrendous on you. “I have that red dress.”

You already knew what dress she was talking about, the long-sleeved wine-coloured dress that went right up to your mid-thigh. She looked up from the laptop, watching at how you easily wore it in front of her, the square neck holding your chest as you looked gorgeous. “I knew it’d look good on you; I may dislike Bakugo...but just have fun tonight.”

Nodding at her, you gave a swift thanks before walking back to your own room, staring at your blank face. Memories surging of how easily you and Bakugo had confessed to each other, his soft kisses and hands on your body. You could almost feel his fingers skim across your thighs, around your chest and up your neck right to your mouth. You hesitatingly got ready, checking the clock every possible minute, you were anxious to say the least.

What if last night was all just a mistake? What if he didn’t really want you? What if this ‘date’ was him using you? You went against this all, feeling relieved at the sound of the taps to the door. Grabbing your phone and keys you almost ran towards the door but calmed yourself down after your roommate gave a glare to your excitement.

Opening the door softly, you saw Bakugo lean against his own door. The maroon shirt tucked into his jeans as his tall stature finally laid eyes on you. His mouth twitched upwards in a smile, looking at you with such warmth. “You look amazing.”

You could almost feel the roll of your roommate's eyes. Ignoring it as you look down at yourself not meeting his eyes. “Thanks, yo...you look really good too.” You had gotten shy in a matter of seconds, his soft gaze lingering across your body before staying right on your face. How could you not resist his smirk, resist his hand that he had put out for you to take.

“Take it then.” He muttered before feeling your hand against his own, he had a fear that his quirk could activate in a matter of seconds due to his nervousness. You closed the door and felt secluded with his gaze on you, “don’t start getting nervous with me now, I do remember last night.”

You looked at him, almost cowering but he brought you closer to his body, his arm moving to around your shoulder. “I’m not nervous.”

“Sure you aren't, baby, come on our dinner reservation is in 20 minutes.” He started to walk with his arm still around you, keeping you tightly beside him.

“Where are we going?” You questioned through the elevator ride down. He looked down at you leaning against the railing with a smirk.

He mocked, “what? Don’t like surprises?”

You look up to him, almost leaning into his arm more, “I do, but you could take me anywhere.”

“I’m not going to murder you, dumbass.” He chuckled tilting his head backwards, you admired his cockiness and joking manner. “There’s this restaurant, Kiri told me about this morning, I thought you’d like it.”

“Aww did it make you think of me?” You tease out starting to get more comfortable again.

He grabs your waist tighter, bringing his mouth to linger at your ear, “why? Have you been thinking of me?”

“N...no.” It was an obvious lie, and he could see through it so easily. His mouth kissed along the back of your ear down to your jaw as his hand moved from around your shoulders to your neck.

“You were never this shy before.” He whispered continuing to kiss down your neck before the ding of the elevator clicked making you both fall out.

His words were true, you were never this shy, even with one night stands you were able to easily flirt with men to get them into bed. You grabbed his wrist pushing him back into the elevator, “I’m not shy.” You muttered before bringing your lips to his own, he was startled by the action, the girl who had looked at him with anxiety had kissed him with such haste. The way your hands moved to his face bringing him closer to your body.

Your tongue flicked inside his mouth, gliding with his own as your spit and saliva mixed with his own. He had grabbed your hips, having missed the feeling of your lips on his own, he loved how he was able to toy with you. But your nastiness made him even more turned on than anything else. “Dinner.” You spoke as your lips parted away from his, you took his hand waiting for him to lead you away.

“Dinner.” He repeatedly stepped out of the elevator and took you to his car. He couldn’t stop staring at you, the way your body looked so perfect, how he could imagine you under him. He had opened the door for you letting you slide in before taking his own seat. His hand gravitating towards your thigh as if you were a couple who had been on multiple dates before. He didn’t understand it himself, but his hand stayed gripped on yours except when he was changing gears.

You didn’t know why the car ride had been silent, why he’d give you tender looks when there was a red light. You didn't know if it was your fault for kissing him or worst of all he regretted this night and wanted it over and done with. Overthinking was always a strong point of yours and as his arm went to your seat as he reversed into the spot. His jaw clenched you could do nothing but admire him, the concentration he had using one hand to steer backwards. “If you keep staring, I won’t let you out.”

The sexual implication was there, you took a deep breath but let a smirk stay on your face, “what are you going to do?” He cocked his head back again, almost grinning at you, he moved his hand to your jaw again making you look right up at him.

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.” He made you stare right up into his scarlet eyes, the way you had begun to feel so small under him. “1 hour.”

“1 hour for what?” You question, confused.

He moves his head closer to you, it may have been uncomfortable laying on top of the gear stick, but he didn’t care. “1 hour to go inside and eat and then…” he tilted his head as he forced your own head to move, you wanted to close the gap again. Kiss his plump lips, feel his spit and saliva mix with your own, his tongue to suck on your own, he moved closer and closer towards you. “...I’m going to fuck you, okay?”

He made your head nod down before he gave a quick kiss on your lips, you were unable to even go for more. His lips left as soon as they came as he let go of your jaw and stepped out of the car. You stayed in the car, watching him come out and open the door for you, his hand out again for you.

You grabbed it but he let go moving his hands around your waist and almost leaning against your body. His chin rested across your shoulder as he made you look up at the restaurant, “like it?”

You knew what this place was, a new restaurant that had been fully booked until the next year had opened up a couple months ago. The prices were way above a university student's pay and you, and your roommate had looked at the next booking for fun and seen every date with a grey X through it. “How...how did you get a reservation?”

“I have my ways, baby, come on.” He kissed your neck before taking your hand again and moving to the door which looked like it had a waiting area filled with people. You both stepped inside, you knew there were perks of being a pro hero, but this seemed like a much larger perk then you had expected.

Bakugo’s hand stayed on your back as he spoke to the woman, knowing he was in a hurry to take you home. Your legs almost felt weak after his confession, one hour that’s all you both had before he’d give you what you wanted. “55 minutes.” He whispered into your ear as you stayed in front of him waiting with the others, it seemed like the business was easily able to fill the people up for their reservation.

As you leant against Bakugo’s broad chest, his arms fitting around your waist, he relished in the feeling between his arms. He had seen you every day since he had moved into the complex and had been unable to touch you until now. He promised himself to never let you go, you noticed a family of 4, they were probably well off, looking at their designer clothes.

One of the small girls came up to you both, her eyes in awe at an actual pro hero, you almost forgot that Bakugo saved people and protected others. How his whole occupation revolved around protecting civilians and being admired by all. “A...are you Dynamight?” She spoke softly in awe.

Bakugo looked down to meet her childish beady eyes, the way she had had her arms behind her back. But bringing them forward to show her Dynamight plush toy, Bakugo kept one hand on you before bending down and meeting her hands. “I am, what’s your name?” Bakugo knew he had gotten a lot better with kids, even if he still found them irritating as hell, he felt soft knowing this girl had his toy rather than stupid Deku’s.

She uttered her name making him smile as her mother came up to her. “Could she get a picture with you? She loves you.”

Bakugo looked at you almost for approval, he checked his watch knowing how much time you both had, but your voice startled him. “We’ve got enough time, Katsuki.”

His eyes widened hearing his name from your lips, he took a deep breath as he lifted the girl to meet his hip. You moved away from the two as she gave a smile at her mum, you stood beside her with Bakugo only staring at you with love. “Thank you.”

Bakugo placed the girl off his hip before staying bending to her height, “I love you so much and when you fight all the bad guys, mummy says that you’ll always win.” She spoke gleefully before finally gazing up at you, “your girlfriend is pretty, one day, when I grow up, I’m going to marry you, mummy says that you’ll only marry big girls though.”

Her mum's eyes widen at the comment as you give a chuckle going to her height as well, “seems like I’ve got competition, you going to become big and strong right?” The girl nodded at your comment as you smiled at her. Her mum gave a quick apology before leaving, both you and Bakugo had been called to be seated yourself, leaving Bakugo unable to even question what you and the girl had said.

“Competition eh?” He leant forward on the chair, the drinks menu in your hand as you skimmed through the food menu on the table.

You met his gaze as he gave you a tender look, “she’s gonna marry you someday? I gotta keep my guard up now.”

“You were good with her, kids they’re shitty little things.” He grumbles out, watching the waiter come towards the two of you.

You saw what you wanted, looking at how Bakugo stayed fixated on you, “are we getting dessert?”

“You are my dessert, baby.” He licked his lips in anticipation of the later events, your eyes widened at how openly he said it looking down.

“Kids are alright.” You answered his earlier question, ignoring the remark, “my nephew, he likes all types of things so he’s a lot easier to preoccupy than other kids.”

“Oh yeah, what does he like?” Bakugo had asked just as the waiter approached asking for your order, you both quickly said it before you turned back to meet Bakugo’s eyes. His hand had moved across to your own that sat loosely on the table, entangling his fingers with your own.

“Normal stuff, he loves your friend Kirishima a lot as well, I’ll have to tell him that I’ve met him.” You smile out, continuing to explain his likes and dislikes and why he spends time with you.

Your food had arrived in less than 20 minutes and Bakugo knew that soon enough he'd have his own heart's desire. You bound beneath his legs, he watched you eat, how a string of saliva went from your mouth to your fork. He hadn't realised he had been staring at your mouth until he heard his name again. “What did you say?”

“Katsuki.” You whine, “you weren't paying attention.”

“It’s not my fault you look so fucking hot.” The edge of his mouth turning upwards slyly, he took a bite of his food waiting for you to ask the question again.

You roll your eyes before giving a grin back, “I said I saw you this morning, you seemed to be in a rush.”

“Perving on me now, babe? If you wanted to see me you should’ve just asked.” He teased his fingers going back to your own.

“Oh shut it.” You shake your head waiting for an answer.

He remembered this morning, the rush after Kirishima and you had left. “Some stuff came up at work, a stupid villain had destroyed the other side of town and I had got called in.”

“Did you get hurt?” You ask having not seen any signs he was even in a fight.

His grip tightened as he looked at you with pride, “me? Hurt? Come on baby, I’d never get hurt.”

“Hey, I’m allowed to worry aren’t I.” You mutter while taking another bite of your food.

Bakugo didn’t know why the look of worry made him feel so warm, you truly did care about him. He knew that even if he had spoken about fucking you, he’s always let you decide, let you choose when it occurred. He had to protect you, let you live your life with security and peace, and he was going to be the one to give it to you.

“Yeah, you can worry then. I expect every time I fight a villain to have you waiting for me now.” He spoke it jokingly, but he really did want you to be waiting to ask if he was okay, to bring him comfort when he needed it. He wanted you by his side, he had waited too long coming home with nobody there, to miss out on the chance of being with you.

He hadn’t expected your reply, but it made his emotions run wild, “I’ll always be waiting for you, even when we weren’t, whatever this is, I always worried about you. It...It’s stupid, I’d see you on the news and I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I heard you close your door.”

“You..you did?” You looked down not meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s...it was stupi…” Before you could continue his hands went to your face, cupping both of your cheeks to make you face him.

He looked right into your eyes, his normal fiery personality becoming softer and tender. He had no idea what you were doing to him, he knew he would have mocked someone if they had told him something like that. But with you all he felt was love and warmth, feelings that he never knew he was capable of. “It’s not stupid, idiot.”

He stayed fixated on you before continuing to speak, “we need the bill.” He said it to one of the waiters passing by who nodded, Bakugo stayed looking at you, confusion streaming inside his head. “Fuck, I don’t know what to do with you, my y/n.”

He felt the bill get placed down, letting go of your arms as he left you with those words. You had been silent watching as he paid without regard to if you wanted to split it even though you knew you probably couldn't afford even your drink here. Bakugo stood up, moving to you as he grabbed your hand and almost dragged you out of the building.

Bakugo didn't stop to acknowledge the praise he was getting, he had one thing on his mind, and it was you. He opened the car door and put you inside, checking his watch seeing the 5 minutes left of an hour. He opened his own door, taking a seat as he began driving, you were silent again. His words stick to you in ways you didn’t even understand, “I don’t want to do anything you don't want to do.”

It was the first words you heard from the red lights, you met his gaze, your hand moved to touch his own that was on top of the gear. He moved it hastily before putting it under his hand, moving it up with his own hand. For the first time since you had sat in the car he looked at you, waiting for an answer and getting your eyes that were filled with a need, “I want you.”

“You do?” He questioned turning back onto the road, knowing you both were only a couple minutes away from the complex.

“I’ve waited too long for this, I need you Katsuki.” It felt like heaven to his ears, his hand moving to glide up and down your thigh. All he wanted to feel was you beneath him, to show you just how much you meant to him.

His hand squeezed your thigh, feeling your skin tense under his. “You've been thinking of me haven’t you, when you're touching yourself, what do you imagine? Me sucking on your cunt, fingering you, go on baby tell me.”

“Yes.” You stifled out, “I...I think of you, y...your mouth and fingers”

It was an admission, something Bakugo had been craving to hear, you saw the double doors to the underground parking, how his eyes gazed across your frame as he parked again. He needed you, he didn’t care where, but he knew you’d care. Leaving your thigh he moved to open your own door, seeing how you looked beautiful in front of him.

His hand guided you hastily towards the elevator, not knowing what had gotten into the two of you. As soon as the doors shut, his lips crashed into your own, you instinctively jumped onto his body, legs wrapping around his waist as your back was pushed against the back of the elevator.

His lips moved to your neck and jaw, leaving sloppy kisses across it, you could almost feel his saliva on you. The feeling of him on you made your legs clench, the dress had rode up, your ass only covered by his hands as he felt your underwear. “Already wet for me baby.” He muttered into your ear, biting the lobe as he went back to kiss your mouth. His tongue gliding inside as it moved along with your own, the sound of the ding did nothing but make him carry you towards your apartment. He had seen your keys in your hand and thought of an idea that would make you satisfied.

“Wh...what about your place?” You questioned as he unlocked the apartment, your roommate in her room from the sound of an anime intro playing.

He gave a smirk kicking the door shut with his foot as he gave soft kisses down your neck to your exposed chest. He had assumed you’d have been cold in the dress but the way your body had been pushing against him all night. He knew you had been warm with him, “let’s let her hear, payback for last night.”

Even if Bakugo was glad your roommate had been fucking the night before, as it had brought the two of you together. He knew you could get some sort of revenge on her; he grabbed a handful of your ass squeezing it. A loud moan erupting from your lips as he moved you towards what he assumed to be your bed. He almost fell inside, seeing the discarded clothes and makeup, he pushed you onto the bed.

Body on show, as you looked like a mess, his mess. He closed the door behind him, as he rolled his sleeves up letting his veiny arms and hands be on show. He moved towards you like a predator does with its prey, lust filling him. “Can I?” He gestured to your cunt, his fingers on show. You nodded, watching as both his knees stayed on the side of the bed, you moved backwards, leaning against the pillows.

His hands moved the dress upwards, helping you take it off before chucking it to the side. He eyed you up and down as you moved your hands to cover yourself, but his own stopped you. “Don’t you ever fucking cover yourself in front of me, you’re fucking beautiful, I’m going to show you just how gorgeous you are.” He pinned your hands above with one hand before his mouth went to the top of your underwear, dragging it down.

He grabbed it with his other hand pulling your underwear onto the floor before unclipping your bra. Your body was on show for him as he saw just how beautiful you were, “Katsuki, please fuck me.” You begged out.

He looked at you from where your clit was, his tongue gliding across the slick. He heard a loud moan as he looked another lick across your clit. “I’m going to take my time you, okay princess.”

Not waiting for a reply, his tongue delved right into your cunt. He felt greedy for you, his nose hitting your clit as you arched your back. His hands stayed tight across your wrists, he knew how much you wanted to touch his hair, force his face lower. His other hand moved to your hardened nipples, feeling how you gave another loud moan. “Ka...Katsuki faster.”

He listened to your plea, his tongue going further inside your cunt, the taste of slick sliding down his mouth as his tongue lapped quicker inside your mouth. His hand continued to massage your chest before his fingers moved to your mouth feeling the spit and drool on his fingers move towards your nipples in an instant.

“You want to cum on my face.” He groaned going back into your cunt wanting to taste your cum.

“Let me cum, please, da...daddy, please let me cum.” Bakugo hadn't realised just how turned on a word could make him, his hands moving away from your wrist and nipple as he grabbed your thighs. Leaving bruises as your hands pushed his face further into your cunt, he didn't care if you crushed his head with your thighs he needed your cum.

He heard continuous moans and groans coming from your mouth, “oh...oh God, pleas...faster, daddy, I c...cum.” You could almost feel yourself coil up as every lick and action from his tongue made your stomach grow wild needing a release. In one haste lick down your clit and into your cunt, white liquid gushed right onto his face and mouth. He swallowed it before looking up at how your chest heaved in front of him.

He grabbed your legs dragging your cunt right up to his jeans, the bulge evident through his jeans as he grabbed your wrists making you look at him. “Was that what you dreamed me doing? Do you want more princess? Go on, tell daddy what you want?”

“Fuc...fuck me daddy.” You were restless but wanted him inside of you, wanted to cum on his cock. He moved down, fully clothed as he kissed your mouth, you could taste yourself on him. The way you cum stayed lingering, white liquid around his mouth, he almost wore the dampness as a mark of honour that he had gotten you to cum.

He moved away from your mouth, undoing his shirt as you stayed on the bed, you heard him unbuckle his jeans, eyes widening at the more prominent bulge. “Like what you see.” He spoke cockily, as he stripped himself, his hand moving to pump his cock up and down.

You saw how the tip was a blushed pink, a vein travelling along its side as it turned upwards every time Bakugo’s hands moved up and down. He kneeled in front of you, your cunt right in his view, you saw as he leant towards his jeans which held his wallet, finding a condom as it stayed in his hands. “Let me.” You spoke hesitantly, it was a surprise that you had even offered. You took the condom, ripping the top as you made sure to cautiously not damage it before your hand moved to his cock.

You had sat upright, cum still dripping down your cunt as your hand moved up and down his erect cock before sliding the condom down it. He gave a groan before grabbing your hands and moving you back onto the bed. “You gonna let daddy fuck you now.” You nodded eagerly, your clit feeling swollen, but you didn't care.  

He brought your cunt right up to his cock, the way his tip gliding against the slick and cum of your clit. “Fuck, pl...please, I need you inside of me.” You moaned loudly, feeling him continue to toy with you, your legs stayed spread beside his body as he almost enjoyed hearing you beg.

He brought one hand to your mouth, making you taste the precum that had come from his cock, just as you moaned at the taste he slammed into your cunt, “you’re so tight baby.” It was groan as he heard your loud moan come out as well. One hand squeezed your side, grabbing a hold of your body to allow himself to stay in you before thrusting.

As soon as he moved out and back inside, you knew you had met your match. The sheer size and length had been enough to make you melt, but now hear you were, tears streaming down your eyes as he watched with a sadistic smile. “Keep crying, you’re taking me...so well.” His other hand moved to your clit, rubbing circles around it, making your legs turn even more weaker.

“Katsuki.” You whined loudly as his thumb pressed against your clit, his cock gliding back and forth inside of you. You felt the salty tears stream down into your mouth and neck, mascara blackening it to make you look like an entire mess.

Bakugo had been enjoying it all, the wall you laid sprawled out, tears formed, your lack of words and mumbles instead, the sounds of groans and moans, lewd thoughts that escaped your lips. It had all filled the room and your roommate was getting an earful of banging against the wall and wild sounds coming from your room.

“Such a good girl, taking daddy well aren’t you.”

“Y...yes da...daddy.” You continued to be a moaning mess, Bakugo moving his body into your arched self, he felt your chest against his own as he kept at it, hands moving away from your clit and side.

One hand had met your own as your fingers entangled together, your other hand in his hair as he kept on thrusting inside of you. His other hand on the side of your head keeps his body upright to continue thrusting inside of you. You felt his lips leave kisses down your neck and chest before watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head in a moan.

He kissed you again, teeth against teeth as he sucked at your tongue as you stuck it out for his lips to taste you on. You could feel yourself coil up inside, cum ready to seep out for a second time tonight as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet core. The sound of skin hitting skin erupting through the moan filled room. “You gonna cum for me, fuck… baby, go on cum on my cock.”

It was an order, something you were going to do. His hand tightened around your fingers, feeling how one sign on entanglement was so intimate as his pace quickened. He heard you scream his name as you reached your high, cum gushing onto his cock as he kept at the pace, the cum making it even easier for him to get further into you. He felt himself gain his own high, groaning in your ear as he heard your heavy breath.

Your hands pressed in his damp blond hair as he finally felt himself cum, he slowly came out of you. Condom filled with his own white gush as he fell beside you, he quickly took the condom off, tying it as he chucked it into the bin. He saw how sore and bruised you looked, the blue and greens on your thighs, the purples across your neck and chest.

You looked a mess, but he couldn't help but fall for you even more, cum dripped from you. A lingering smell as you both stayed quietly, the only sound being the heavy breathes from you both. Until you turned to meet his face against one of your pillows, his hands moved to your shoulders, letting your body fall onto his own. “Next time, let’s skip the condom.” You really just wanted to feel him properly inside of you, feel him fill you up until you felt like a stuffed whore.

“Next time yeah?” He grimaced looking down at your tired body.

“Oh shut it, I expect another date before we fuck again.” You muttered back.

His hands moved into your hair, playing with the sweaty strands in his fingers. “Always so needy, is my cock not enough for you baby.”

“No it isn’t.” You signed loudly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be taking you on a lot more dates baby.” It was more of a promise than anything else making you smile as you laid on his chest.

You felt his hand wrap even tighter across your bare body, the sound of your clock ticking beside him, “I never thought that you saying, ‘you want to sleep on the floor’ would lead me to actually getting you.” He muttered.

“What? You would’ve kept pining for me?” You chuckle your eyes feeling heavy.

He watched how every time you blinked your eyes stayed closed for a lot longer. Already knowing you’d be out in a matter of seconds, “yeah I would’ve, I was an idiot for never asking you out all those months ago.”

He spoke the last part in a mumble as you hummed a response before falling asleep in his arms. He kissed the top of your head, even if he had fucked you and had the best sex he’d ever had. He promised himself to always show you just how much you meant to him, this wasn't going to be fuck buddies or friends with benefits. Bakugo realised he would settle for nothing else then one day calling you his forever. 

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the ride | jeonghan

Note: Three month hiatus!!! Wow!!! So I realized that I write on spontaneous bursts of energy which is why I’ve been hella quiet but during quarantine I been thinking about Jeonghan a bit too much lately and wanted to do this quick piece. Somebody said he’s the Loki of Seventeen so I kept that in mind while writing this LOL. Stay thirsty, my friends.

Pairing: jeonghan x reader (female)

Synopsis: After taking a flight to finally meet your online partner, they flake on you and never show up to dinner. Tired and frustrated, you call for a lift to go to your complex. Your driver happens to be a devilishly handsome man you can’t take your eyes off of. How many rides are you willing to take for a dick appointment? 

Word Count: 1.7k

Smut Warning: sub!reader dom!jeonghan, car sex, flirting, grinding, oral (f/m. giving/receiving), straddling, nail scratching on back, **i swear it’s consensual even though it sounds like it isn’t (i just really like doms ok)

“I don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you.”

Your driver looks over his shoulder at you and offers a friendly smile. You meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and politely nod your head before quickly looking away. You’ve never met anyone as handsome as him, which leaves you blushing and averting your gaze to the window.

“Long night?” he asks.

“Actually, it was cut a bit short.” The driver looks at you in his rearview mirror and lifts both his eyebrows as if asking for an explanation.

“It’s no big deal. I just… well, I flew for six hours to get here but the person I was supposed to meet for dinner never showed up. I was probably catfished. Anyway, I called for a lift and now we’re here. Thanks for not bailing on me,” you laugh faintly as your voice trails off. I can’t believe I took an airplane for a dick appointment.

“What an asshole,” your driver exclaims. “You even dressed up to look good for them. I’m glad I was able to save you from your terrible night.”

You bite your bottom lip and peak at the rearview mirror. His eyes are fixated on the road but you want to lock eyes again. You lean back against the headrest and close your eyes. Is he… flirting with me? Because I was stood up? Does he feel bad for me? Or is he just being nice? You try to ignore the throbbing in your pants but it seems to get worse the more he speaks to you.

In the midst of your thoughts, your stomach grumbles to break the silence. Slightly embarrassed by the sudden noise, you say awkwardly, “Ahhh. Didn’t even get to eat dinner.” “Don’t worry. We’re almost home,” he responds.

ㅡ

“You can pull up over there,” you say as you direct him towards your complex’s parking garage. He has trouble finding parking but finds space on the fourth floor where there are barely any cars. He turns off the engine and helps you bring your luggage all the way to your doorstep.

“Oh! I think I left my phone in your car,” you gasp. “I’ll go with you,” he responds.

Back in the parking garage, you open the right back door of his car and look for your phone under the front passenger seat. You hear the left back door open opposite of you and look up. He’s also bent down behind the driver’s seat and his face is barely a foot apart from yours. You become entranced in his gaze, his deep brown eyes.

“Found it,” he smirks as he pulls your phone from behind him. “O-oh,” you say as your snap back to reality. “Thank you.” He passes over your phone and his warm hand brushes against yours. You notice that there’s a nameless number on the screen.

“Call me if you ever need saving. Someone like you shouldn’t have to wait for anyone.” You see his eyes fixate on your lips.

Am I really gonna do this? He’s hot. And I didn’t get any dick tonight.

You know what? Fuck it. 

Your lips quickly find his as if two magnets had been waiting to meet. He holds the nape of your neck with his right hand and pulls you completely into the car while closing the door behind him with his left. He swirls his tongue in your mouth as if beckoning the throbbing in your pants to give in. He lies you down and climbs on top of you. You’ve been craving this moment the entire flight. His lips still working like magic, you feel him grind against you as he reaches behind you to pull your door shut. A knot forms in your stomach as he thrusts into your hips deeper, his hard-on teasing you against your pants.

His hand finds its way to the inside of your pants. “Have you been wet the entire ride? God, I knew it.” Without hesitation, two fingers slide into your folds and you let out the loudest moan. You’ve been holding it in the entire night and the pleasure felt like a breath of fresh air. He’s quick to shut you back up with deep, passionate kisses. He won’t let you rest for a moment.

You’ve become so wet that his fingers slip in and out with ease. He rubs your clit with his thumb, sending a shock down your spine. He moves quicker and quicker, curling his fingers each time to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back and you see the windows starting to fog up. As you moan through your intertwined tongues, he pulls back and says, “You’ve been wanting me ever since I picked you up, huh? Making my car wet?” He takes his fingers out from your pants and puts them in your mouth. You swirl your tongue and suck on them to show him exactly what you want. You feel him grow harder and reach your hand to stroke it but he stops you before you can even move.

“Let me show you why you flew all the way here.”

In one swift movement, he pulls your pants down and takes a good look at you. His lips trace your inner thighs, melting you with every kiss. He kisses your folds, then glides his tongue from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit. He sucks on it and moans, sending vibrations throughout your body. You arch your back as his tongue slides into you. Tasting every inch of you, you can tell by his rough oral that he wants you badly. Holding your thigh for support, he inserts two fingers and sucks your clit at the same time. He moves his fingers in and out as he flicks tip of his tongue up and down your slit.

“Fuck me,” you plead.

He smirks at your desperation, the same smirk he gave you when he “found” your phone. His eyes have a snakish look in them as if whispering I’ve got you right where I want you. “You hungry?” he asks sarcastically.

“Fucking starving. Please.”

You sit up on your knees as he rests himself on the seat. Your hands couldn’t unzip his pants any faster. He finally reveals his hard-on and you’re mesmerized at his length. The knot in your stomach grew tighter. Suddenly, you feel his warm hand on the nape of your neck again.

“Say ‘ahhh.’”

He pulls your head down towards his crotch, groaning when he enters your mouth. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to the back of your head. He controls your rhythm by pulling your hair up and down and moans deeply with each stroke. You desperately want to return the favor, making sure he hits the back of your throat each time, licking him all around like sweet ice cream. You moan in response and he tugs your hair a bit harder.

He pulls you up from the seat and positions you on his lap, facing him.

“Ride me.”

At his command, you stroke him as you position yourself right at his tip. You’re too careful and take longer than he wants; with both hands on either side of your waist, he pulls you down onto his length. A warm rush of euphoria spreads throughout your body, both of you moaning in unison. You feel the force of his hands guiding your hips, directing you, controlling you. Each thrust feels deeper, wetter. You put your hands on his shoulders for balance but he places them behind his neck, locking your fingers with yourself. The way he asserts authority over any small movement makes you weak. Even when you’re on top of him, you feel completely dominated.

You close your eyes and throw your head back, mouth agape with moans escaping your lips with each bounce. His heavy breathing turns you on even more. You open your eyes and see him working your waist, his brows furrowed, lips bitten, hair stuck to the sweat of his forehead. The mere sight of him is hot.

Your vision instantly darkens as the parking garage lights dim from the inactivity on the floor. Losing your sight makes you focus on feeling his every inch inside of you. He holds you stationary in the air, then thrusts into you with his own movement. You gasp in surprise at the sensation, encouraging him to go harder. He’s able to slide in and out so much quicker and you start to feel dizzy. With your left hand bracing his shoulder, your right hand grabs a fistful of his hair and you tug his head back. He immediately stops and gives in to you. Finally.

You start sucking on his exposed neck and he lets out moans of relief. Simultaneously, you roll your hips into his and ride him. You try to go deeper with each grind as it hits better and better on your G-spot. His hands snake their way up your back and you feel his nails dig into your skin. You arch your back as a reflex and he pulls you into his chest. He bites at your neck more roughly than before. The pain sends you higher and makes you thrust roughly into him. Seeing his dark figure at your own disposal arouses you so much.

After a final thrust, you feel him throb inside of you, filling you up. He lets out the loudest moan of the night, sending you to your climax. You continue to ride him and he moans gently from his sensitivity.

“Fuck. I’m cumming!” you cry. You release yourself and ecstasy overtakes you as both of you flow from inside. You melt on top of him and he chuckles at your limp body.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” he says warmly, the same tone he had when he was driving, completely different to the one he had mere seconds ago.

“I never got your name,” you say as you sit down onto the seat. He opens the car door and the lights flicker back on.

He hands you your phone, and again you wonder how and when the hell he took it. “Say my name next time,” he winks.

You look at the new contact name matching the phone number from earlier and smile.

Jeonghan

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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E1, "The Rising"

Good old Lake Como.

"How do I look?" Always amazing, Mac, though here you are so bebby. Gosh, tiny Lucas is tiny.

Ugggh, Nikki. My least favorite story arc in the show. Even with her redemption arc, even her face makes me mad.

I am soooo glad this awkward flirting is only in this episode. Mac and Nikki have never vibed with me.

JACK DALTON

"Who loves ya, baby?" We all do, Jack.

I always wished they would have played more into the original Mac's reason for not carrying a weapon - not just so he doesn't get caught but because he doesn't like them. That was actually one reason I used to be so upset at the reboot when it first came out. I still feel like Mac's character was off for this first episode - a little too cocky, not super developed. But still lovable, and with so much potential!

It's so cool to see how much Lucas has grown into this character over the years, really making it his own while still holding on to its essence.

Lol "serious bad-assery" - Nikki thinks she's so cool. (Spoiler: she's not.)

Lololol Nikki is the Walmart brand of Riley.

Mac in glasses. Adorbs.

Man, I'm already so ready for Matty. Patti is the off brand version of her.

I always love watching Mac rifle through stuff to find his improvisation supplies!

First MacSplaining session! Electromagnets!

"Is this George Clooney's house?" I miss Jack so freaking much.

Mac kind of looks like a penguin with that waiter outfit on and I'm living for it.

The second Mac hack is so Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew.

"Why don't you ever flirt with me like that?" Um, Jack, do you want your partner's girlfriend flirting with you, daddy fixation or not?

There are two kinds of oops, accordng to Jack Dalton: Oops - I just stubbed my toe / Ooooooops - Zombie apocalypse initiated.

Mac's hair is so shaggy.

"START THE DAMN BOAT!" Classic.

"Hold this and get out of my way." Dang, Mac.

The bad guy is the dude from Galavant hahaha. I know this guy has been in so many things, but he will always be Gareth to me. (That's his name, right? Gareth?)

W H U M P

I actually love the consistency of Mac always having that scar even seasons into the series (except for the last time, in the river). Overall great attention to detail!

That is a LOT of blood in the water.

Lol I'm pretty sure Grandpa Harry didn't say that in so many words, Mac.

Poor traumatized bebby. What am I saying? I live for this stuff.

Awww, lil Bozer. So smol. So pure. And now I want waffles.

"Eat your waffles." Three words I will never say no to.

"Give me Wang." -Bozer, 2016

Am I the only one who finds these intimate scenes between Mac and Nikki hella awkward?

QUARANTINE, sounds familiar.

Lol "cyberteam." Once Riley Davis comes along, they will be obsolete.

Jack just wants a hug.

I always hated the clinical white room in the pilot. Can't wait for the War Room.

I love the interactions between Jack and Riley.

Mac and Riley EYE CONTACT.

"You two are on timeout from now on." 😂😂😂

THE MOMENT WHERE HE GRABS HER HANDS

Lol, thanks for telling me that's a paperclip. I was so confused.

"Riley has so much hair!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love how Riley takes charge. Her confidence is 🔥🔥🔥

"You know what, never mind, I'd be pissed at you too." 🤣

Jack's so proud of his daughter. 💕

"Is that real?" Bless Jack's heart. He's such an old man.

Patti is a square. Pretty, competent, but boring. I miss Matty.

"My man never jokes about tin foil."

Ooooo Nikki is alive. Poor Mac. His whole world keeps getting turned on its head.

Jack can be scary when he wants to be.

Poor, poor, Mac. When he faces Nikki, he looks like a kicked golden retriever. (Also, NEVER kick a dog.)

I'm just eating up all this angst.

Mr. Wizard lololol

Mac hanging from a plane is soooo iconic.

"Don't get cocky. You're the only other one here." Haha, the SASS on this girl.

"Go ahead, you aready had me killed once." Also, oof. Undercover or not, Nikki is cold. I can't stand her.

Excuse me, Patricia, but I would consider running over your neighbor's dog (or any dog) a damn catastrophe, too.

"Sometimes a purge is necessary to fix what's broken." Codex, anyone?

Love this whole chase/fight sequence so much. The music, action, everything... perfect.

The sweat on Mac's forehead when dangling out of the 🚁 - such a great detail!

"YOU GO KABOOM, I GO KABOOM"

Kind of weird to me that Mac seems to be using so much guesswork with this bomb, especially when we know that he's one of the best specialists out there.

That fight scene in the back of the vehicle is one of my all time favorites. The whump is excellent.

Okay, but when does MacGyver ever do anything the way Jack has in mind?

DIY or die. Still so lame, lol. The parachute is awesome, though.

Oof. That landing looks painful and the whumper in me loves it. Even more, I can't get over how worried Jack is as he rushes to Mac's side. ❤️❤️❤️

That break in his voice when he asks if Mac's okay is just... AYSKTUFYIFUYliIIGUOG

Mac burning Nikki's pics like that old Taylor Swift song.

Bozer calling Jack his bestie is so weird and funny to me.

I am so ready for Bozer to get over Riley. They are so much better as friends.

Lol "Those fries won't cook themselves." The crack of a whip, man.

Jack calling Riley a little rascal and then gently asking Mac if he's doing all right there, pal ... taking care of his kids, and I am DYING.

The Three Amigos... come on, Jack. You can do better than that.

Is it bad that I'm actually a little surprised that Jack knows what a Phoenix is? Just seems like something he wouldn't care to learn, especially since he's a sci fi junkie but I never really hear him talk about fantasy.

Oooooooo Nikki's on the loose. Gotta end with suspense, to hook those viewers and make them want more. Well, I want more of this show, but not because of her.

Well, awesome re-watch of episode 1. Definitely not my favorite by a long shot, but so iconic and with some amazing moments! It just makes me that much more excited to get to see the show and the characters grow!

If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)

Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'll probably go ahead and post episode 2 tonight since I just watched it. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #tweet compilation #with minor edits for an easier tumblr experience #savemacgyver #please join me in my rewatch and tweeting on twitter #using the hashtag savemacgyver #we can save our show #pilot episode #emcatreviews #s1e1 #the rising #spoilers

[shaekingshitup]

My Type

A/N: I finally did it! There are probably hella typos because the app I was writing this in kept on autcorrecting everything. But I tried to clean em up. I can already think of things I wanna do differently. But i’m just happy that I’m being consistent and doing something. I ACCIDENTALLY PUT IN A “KEEP READING” JUST BEFORE I POSTED THIS. WOW. How did I do that?

Edit: I learned how I put the “Keep Reading” there and I am re-posting because my old blog was trash thanks to staff.

Songs I was listening to try and get me in the mood for this fic are here. But I trust your imagination to feel what a club setting is like. You ain’t gotta press play boo,

Warning: cursing, “the - n word”

Dani was out there givin it her all. She had to because she knew the DJ was gettin ready to spin this Petey Pablo single into her summer anthem. That shit would have her goin nuts in no time.

Hennessy on my lips

“Oh bitch, this is yo shit!” screamed Rachelle, digging in between her breasts to pull out her phone. She always had to take it to the Snap.

Hennessy on my lips

The DJ was messing with them at this point. This was about to be the third time he had teased Dani with the first line of the song. If he kept playin, she was gone have a lot of words for him in the parking lot when his set was over. She hated when they did that shit.

Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip

Privacy on the door, I'ma make the shit grip

Rachelle was hollering, “Ayyyyyy, that’s my best frannnd!” loud enough for damn near everyone in the club’s attention to be drawn to Dani.

As if someone had flipped a switch, Dani started twerkin like her life depended on it. You would have thought she was auditioning to be the lead for City Girls’ Twerk music video. All the ladies were on the floor shaking their asses. But no one was out there throwin it in circles the way Dani was- and she knew it.

Rich nigga, eight-figure, that’s my type

That’s my type, nigga that’s my type

Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe

Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night

Dani was in a full squat pretending like she really had something or rather someone to ride on the floor with her. She was glad she’d chosen to rock her black romper with the white vertical stripes and the denim jacket to go over it instead of her bodycon dress. If she’d put that on tonight, the fabric would be around her waist at this very moment. Typically, she was so engrossed in her song that she didn’t even take into account the rest of the world. But this time was different. She felt…off. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone. Glancing up to the V.I.P. balcony she saw why. There was one fine ass man watching her get down. He was leaning on the guard rail devouring her with his eyes as if she was his personal seven-course meal. Dani couldn’t look away. His gaze was far too intense and he held a beguiling smolder she couldn’t begin to match. Not in public in front of all of these strangers at least.  

The moment the song was over, Dani straightened up and this nigga had the audacity to wink at her as she made her exit from the dance floor. She turned and grabbed Rachelle by the hand so they could re-fuel at the bar. Her Fairy Thot Mother really brought out the best in her. Yet every time the song was over, she needed a moment to recuperate. Sipping her Between the Sheets, Dani had to yell at Rachelle to get her attention again. Her gaze was fixated on the V.I.P level and who she could make out up there.

“Rachelle, are you listening to anything I am saying to your ass?” Dani fussed.

“Danica Albany Jones. Yo ass should know by now that I can multitask better than most can focus on one task for the rest of their lives. I hear you. You had a fine ass nigga scoping you out while you was getting it and now you’re tryna to make your dance floor fantasy a reality,” Rachelle stated still focused on the balcony.

“Fantasy? Nobody said all dat!” she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes at Rachelle’s antics. She hated when Rachelle listened to her without looking at her. It was rude as hell and even more frustrating when the bitch was able to repeat everything she’d uttered just moments before.

“Got em!” Rachelle shouted turning back to Dani. Trying to play it cool, Dani forced herself to avert her eyes from the balcony and waited for her to clarify. “Damn, I can’t believe he really in her with that trick Trina.” Immediately, Dani slanted her eyes at her about-to-be replaced best friend.

“You really are out here checkin for Shad? I thought you were done messin with his ass?” Dani loved her best friend and she knew she was a woman on a mission. She wanted a man with a bag. She was strategic about it all and not subtle by any means. She could always tell you who was in the V.I.P section and had that shit mapped out like she drew up the damn blueprint herself. She had messed with a few ballers and other money makers. But she was perpetually stuck on stupid with Shad. He didn’t even meet the criteria for her future husband. But, the dude must have made up for what he lacked in height and net worth in the bedroom because Rachelle was rarely able to stay away for long.

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing tonight. Yo scary ass needs to go find yo stalker.” Rachelle shot back. As if she summoned the devil himself, Dani turned her head to his section and saw him eyeing her again. Once he realized he had her attention, he beckoned her up to his section with a slight head tilt towards the bouncer at the V.I.P entrance.

“Did you-“ before she could even get it out, Rachelle was downing the rest of her drink and pulling Dani towards the staircase.

“Just follow me, I know the area.” Rachelle threw over her shoulder as they wove through the crowd. Dani rarely went out- let alone found herself in the V.I.P section of any club so she held on a little tighter to Rachelle’s hand as they approached the bouncer.

“Hey Mike,” Rachelle offered peeping past him to the booth so she could see Shad occupying a smaller booth with Trina sitting on his knee.

“Rachel. How you doin tonight? I see you brought a new friend” Big Mike countered. He knew her name was Rachelle just like she knew his names was Big Mike. So long as she continued to call him out of his name, Big Mike was determined to do the same. Petty sees as petty does.

“Danica” Dani said a she extended her hand and smiled up at Big Mike. Already she’d won him over faster than Rachelle’s ass ever could. Big Mike turned around and verified that there was someone else on the other side of the velvet rope expecting the ladies. When E provided a nod of approval. He let the ladies inside.

Dani had no idea what had come over her. Granted she didn’t go out often, but it wasn’t like she’d never encountered the opposite sex before this evening. Walking up the stairs towards this man was proving to be a more difficult feat than she’d ever imagined as her legs seemed to be gelatinizing with each step she took. Or maybe it was the alcohol. She had consumed a few shots of Henny at this point. Within V.I.P, Dani could see that he had a few booths for him and his people to occupy. Dani couldn’t even begin to take in his mini kingdom he’d established because she was too preoccupied by how good he looked up close. His short dreads were neatly pulled back into a ponytail towards the back of his head and on his frame he adorned a long white tee, an Amiri distressed denim jacket and a black pair of drop crotch jeans that didn’t do well to help her keep her eyes from droppin below his waist line. What distracted Dani the most, was the gold rimmed wire frames he adorned which were quite similar to her own pair. Gold was her favorite color and she loved it even better against some melanin. As she took the final steps to be in his presence, he called out “Hey, lil mama” welcoming her with a partial smile and a glimpse of his golds in the bottom row of throne-er mouth. If it weren’t for Rachelle tugging her around in that very moment she would have surely collapsed into his arms. Instead, as Rachelle turned her around to tell her some final piece of advice she ended up crushing her ass into his hand. Which, may not have been too much of an issue if his white shirt hadn’t taken on the amber brown from his Hennessy as a result.

“Fuck! Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry” Dani began as she stood bug eyed in from of this adonis of a man. He lifted up his shirt to assess the damage and see if it was soaked through thoroughly.

You’ve got to be kidding me. This man can’t be this fine at first glance and have a body like that. How many packs is that? 6? 8? Do they even got a word for that? Damn Dani get it together. You’re staring. Stop staring.

He chuckled. He was bemused by the situation. Nah by her.

Reach for her waist her bent out and growled, “Imma be right back. You and yo girl make yourself comfortable in the back booth,”  as he disappeared down the steps.

“Biiiitttchhh, how drunk are you?” Rachelle asked.

“I only had 1 shot of Henny and that Between the Sheets in the 2 hours we’ve been here. Why?” Dani questioned looking confused as hell. Rachelle should have been saying sorry. It was her fault that Dani’s ass ended up in the stranger’s hand anyways. Rachelle cut her eyes at her friend.

“Because the way you were talking about his body was bold as fuck when you don’t even know his name,” Rachelle cackled. She was low-key proud of her girl.  

“Aww fuck. I said that shit out loud? What kind of friend are you for letting me ramble on like that?!” Dani whisper yelled.

“The kind that’s about to put you on game,” Rachelle quipped back, “Okay so to your left you have the Hip Hop Descendants. These are all of the people who got daddies and mamas in the game. The only reason anyone puts up with them is because they parents are the pioneer of Hip Hop, Rap and everything in between as we know it. Some of em had a single or their own tv show coming up. But, if it wasn’t for their DNA we would all say IDC”

“Wait what about Shad? He’s over there and last time I checked his parents were just regular degular people like you and me,” Dani posed.

“Shad is unique in that he was in the game at a young age and just grew up in the industry,” Rachelle supplied.

“Okay. So Shad is the Aladdin of the Descendants because his parents weren’t present in the Hip Hop industry”

“I won’t even acknowledge that. Moving on, in the middle you have Black By Popular Demand. These are the people who the media thinks are Black purely due to association. These hoes got here because they all know how to suck, ride or have a nigga by they side. In doing so, Hollywood calls them trendsetters rather than Culture Vultures and let’s them act out as they please. We don’t really fuck with them or their crews.”

“Is that a Kardashian?”

“They always got at least one of them in that group. To your right, are your Single Housewives”

“That don’t make sense. How are you a housewife and single?”

“If you would stop interrupting, I would be done with my explanations by know.”

“Okay okay. I’m sorry Janice. Continue please,” that made Rachelle laugh.

“You so stupid. Okay as I was saying on your right are the Single Housewives. Most can be found on a segment which is currently airing on VH1 or trying to secure someone to get them on the network. They may have been a housewife or a girlfriend and some point, but for now they just opportunistic.” Dani keeps her word and doesn’t say anything. But she knew exactly where Rachelle was going to make a beeline for later on in the evening.

“Last but not least, we have the section we are in right now: The Heavy Hitters. The niggas in this section got bank. I’m talking numerous sources of income. Collectively, they could probably wipe out Cali’s debt. And from what I’ve heard, the one who is chosey with you ain’t just got big bank he got a real fat-“

“Y’all ladies good over here?” he said as he returned to his private booth.

“Yes,” they sang in a chorus. Somehow he’d managed to find an even more expensive white tee in the few minutes he’d been gone.

“Cool. We ain’t get to introduce ourselves earlier, I’m Erik,” he said picking up the carafe of Henny and a glass gesturing to Dani and Rachelle.

“I’m Rachelle and I’ll take mine’s to go,” she said extending her hand. She took it, saying her goodbyes and heading straight to the Single Housewives section where she was directly in Shad’s line of sight. She really thought she was slick.

Dani turned to find those eyes roaming her frame for the third time this evening.

“I’m Dani…and I’ll take a lil bit,” she managed to get out as he maintained his contact with her. He never broke it even as he offered her the glass, poured his own and sat down right next to her on the sectional.

“Okay lil bit”

“What’s that mean?”

He smirked. “It means, “he said while placing his hand on her thigh, “you really bout it this evening. Ain’t nothin bout you little. Yo shit match my shit and you won’t take them sexy ass eyes off me. That’s My Type indeed”

#fictober day 2 #fictober19 #shaekingspeaks #erik x oc #erik killmonger #killmonger fic #black panther fanfiction #erik stevens #erik stevens x reader

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Baby, Touch Me

Summary: It has been months since you saw your boyfriend Mark due to his busy schedule and when you finally fly over to see him, he decides to tease you a bit and goes overboard — Mark as himself, boyfriend!Mark

Genre: smut (M... or R? idk man, you decide, it’s pure filth anyway)

Words: 6315, yeah you read that right, this went on forever cause I got carried away and I’m sorrynotsorry

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Warnings: a hella lot of teasing and foreplay, slight dirty talk and pure smut

Music Rec: 

Your eyes fluttered open and you squinted in confusion at the darkness, knowing that you’d fallen asleep when the sun was still high in the sky. Your hand reached out blindly for the phone on the bedside table and you narrowed your eyes to read the time.

6:17

“Shit,” you hissed, sitting up and scrolling through your notifications to check if Mark had replied to your earlier messages.

Spring break had officially began at your university three days ago and the original plan was to leave for home as soon as it started but after Mark had told you that’d he finish his schedule and finally head home to rest after tonight’s wind-up party, you proposed flying over to attend the party together and spend a week together actually touring the city (since you know he hadn’t had much time because of the comeback, back-to-back concerts and interviews) before flying back home together.

Mark had immediately jumped at the idea and it was then you knew that you weren’t the only one missing him after so many months of not seeing each other.

You sat up in your hotel bed now, knowing that you were running late since you had to shower, dress up for the party and then catch a cab to the hotel where the boys were staying.

You thought of the last time that you’d seen Mark as you stood in the shower, cold water running over you. It had definitely been about four months and as great as it was to text and call him, it was never enough. You’d been craving to hold him and be held by him and it was probably this yearning that made you fly all the way out here to see Mark rather than go home and wait for him there.

All the fancam videos from the recent concerts that were floating around certainly weren’t helping you miss him any less.

You dried your hair hurriedly, pulling on the new black lace underwear that you’d purchased just for tonight. You stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the bed as you slipped on the crimson coloured velvet off-shoulder dress that clung to your body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and pronouncing it more. The second that you’d seen it on the mannequin at the store, it had reminded you of Mark during Regular era, in the velvet suit of the same colour and you knew how much he had loved that outfit so you were sure that this would be a pleasant surprise.

You quickly finish your makeup with a lipstick that was the same colour as your dress, your hair pulled to a side to show off your neck and adjusted the sleeves off your shoulders.

Mark isn’t going to know what hit him and you were going to make sure of it.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your purse and your phone from the table where it was charging and headed out of the room. You caught a cab and fidgeted during the whole ride impatiently, anxious to see him.

Right when you were around the block that lead to his hotel, your phone vibrated in your hand and you glanced down to see Mark’s message:

Where you at, babe?

The endearment made you grin despite how often he’s said it because of the fact that you could see him say it, hear it leave those lips in less than five minutes.

Three minutes, you quickly texted back as the cab pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. I’ll be right there.

You quickly got into the hotel and once you let reception know who you were and that they were expecting you, you headed straight for the lobby and made your way to their room.

You stopped once you reached the door with the number that Mark had texted you, feeling your nerves creep up on you as your stomach fluttered. You glanced at your phone screen and fixed your makeup, hesitating for a bit as you wondered whether you should text Mark to come outside so you could have a few minutes alone because you knew all the boys would be inside.

Before you could even act on it, you heard the lock jiggle and then Mark was opening the door, saying, “Why are you just stand—?”

He stops as he sees you, both your eyes widening at the sight of each other.

Mark Lee was in front of you and he was wearing a suit.

You stare at him in awe, wondering if he’s always looked this good or if your brain decided to create illusions since you hadn’t seen hum in so long.

He clears his throat, blinking a few times as he stutters, “Y/N. You… You look b—”

“Y/N!”

Your arm is suddenly grabbed as the boys pull you inside and they crowd you in a long group hug and you don’t even know whose arms are around you, your eyes still fixated on Mark who got interrupted, Mark who is still staring at you as he leans against the closed door now.

You force yourself to look away as the boys pull back and you smile at them, murmuring greetings as your eyes involuntarily slip back to Mark again and that’s when you realise:

He hasn’t touched you.

Almost as if he realises the same, he steps forward in your direction and you turn to him, lifting your arm to reach out for him but strong arms suddenly grip your forearms from behind, yanking you back slightly.

Johnny’s teasing voice is close to your ear as he says, “No kissing, guys, you know how much time Sooyong Eonnie spent on your makeup, Mark and Y/N, if you get that red lipstick of yours anywhere on him, I’m pretty sure she’ll kill you.”

You hold back your protests, knowing he was right but you were aching to touch Mark and it’s been so long since you’ve been this close to him, it was frustrating to have to hold back even now.

“It’s been so long, Hyung,” Mark smiled, rolling his eyes and you could tell even he was annoyed as he joked, “I’m sure she won’t be too mad if I hug my girlfriend after almost five months of not seeing her.”

He doesn’t even wait for a response as his hand grabs yours and yanks you forward, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly to him. You raise your head slightly so that you won’t press your face to his clothes and skin, worried about getting your makeup on him as Johnny warned but Mark doesn’t seem to care as he buries his head in your hair and you can hear him inhale deeply. Your arms are around his neck as you practically melt in his grip, fitting snugly into his body and you can feel his chin on your shoulder as he keeps his head in your hair. You almost sag in relief at his grip that was tight enough to hurt but you don’t mind the pain because despite being pressed up against him as much as possible, you still wanted more.

Mark pulls away slightly, his hands still firm around you and you turned your head to meet his gaze, both of your eyes dropping to each other’s mouths at the same time.

God, I want to just…

“All right, guys, Taeyong is finally done, let’s go,” you hear SooYong’s voice as she claps her hands in order to hurry everyone out.

Mark’s shoulders deflate slightly at the same time that you let out a frustrated sigh, your breath hitting exactly on his mouth since your faces were that close to each other and he gives you a close-lipped smile as if to say, ‘I’m frustrated too,’ before quickly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then you feel the cool air around you replace the warmth as he lets go of you, stepping back. He reaches for your hand immediately and holding it tightly in his, you watch him as he yells at the boys to hurry up before you both walk out, hand-in-hand to the cars waiting for all of you.

***

As soon as you enter the party hall, you try to break away from Mark’s hold and step away to get some air, knowing that you wouldn’t get what you wanted—at least, not now anyway. Mark seemed almost unaffected as he casually held your hand again and talked to everyone coolly.

If you thought all the months away from him had been hell, the car ride on the way here had certainly proved you wrong: pressed up against Mark, you’d been giving him all kind of signals and signs to do something, anything, and when he’d seemed oblivious, you’d grown tired and put your hand on his thigh. Not a second later, he’d taken that hand in his own, holding it lightly.

Now you were just annoyed as you watched him goof around with the guys, beginning to think you were the only one feeling so frustrated and ready to jump him so when he let go of your hand to pick up a drink, you muttered that you’d be right back and quickly stepped away, going to the other side of the large room.

It had been almost half an hour now since you left his side but he seemed to remain unbothered that you hadn’t returned—even if he was, he certainly hadn’t done anything about it or approached you.

You stood near the free drinks table and Doyoung who was standing beside you suddenly nudged your hip with his elbow, jerking his head toward the right as he said, “What do you think about Taeyong’s new hair?”

You looked in the direction of Taeyong and cocked your head as you watched him laugh, observing the strands of black hair with thin streaks of blue falling in his eyes as he shook his head.

“He pulls it off, as always,” you commented, sipping the champagne in your glass. “His superior look will always be the Boss red and Cherry Bomb pink, though.”

“Oh, definitely,” Doyoung nodded, agreeing. “Punk and pastel colours definitely suit him.”

“You should try them too, you know,” you teased. “I miss the Cherry Bomb blueberry look.”    

Doyoung laughed and began talking about his favourite hair colours and cuts. You nodded, listening as your eyes drifted to Taeyong again who was now laughing with Mark.

Your eyes froze on him as you almost immediately tuned Doyoung out, captivated by the sight.

You had only seen Mark in the dim lights of the hotel room and even in the car, you’d tried not to look at him too much in fear of doing something beyond your control while in close proximity with the other members and managers.

But right now, Mark was standing right where the grand yellow chandelier lights were hitting him perfectly, casting a soft glow over his chiselled face and the light filtering through his freshly dyed jet-black hair. You could see the slight shimmery dark-gold accent on his eyelids and one glance was enough for you to know immediately that it was Haechan’s work and not Soyoung’s and you couldn’t help but wonder if she knew about his improvisation.

Regardless, you wanted to hug Haechan for it cause Mark looked ethereal.

Doyoung was still talking beside you—something about concepts now—and almost as if Mark could feel your eyes on him, he looked up and locked his gaze with yours.

Your breath slightly hitches as your grip tightens around the neck of the glass, watching closely as he slowly lifts the champagne flute to his lips and sips. He lowers the glass, tongue tracing his lower lip too sensually and definitely cause you’re watching. You’re watching him with parted lips now, breath heavy and eyes slightly wide.

Mark gives you that infamous small smirk and then winks.

Fuck it.

“Doyoung, I’ll be right back,” you interrupt Doyoung who is still talking without glancing at him as you quickly finish the drink in your hand. You don’t wait for a response as you slam the glass down on the counter and stride towards Mark with determination.

Fuck staying away just cause I’m not getting what I want, you think. I’m horny enough that I’ll take what I can get at this point.

You wrap your hand around Mark’s arm as soon as you reach his side and Mark, Taeyong and Johnny all stop talking as they see you.

“Where have you been, Y/N?” Taeyong asks and you answer that you were just getting a drink as Mark starts to ask something about the concert at Houston.

Johnny laughs and they began talking about the incident. You gaze up at Mark, your fingers clenched around his bicep, feeling the smooth material of the black blazer although you’d rather have it off, along with everything underneath it.

The boys get excited as they realise that they can’t recall the name of some amazing food that they had ordered in and Taeyong runs to search for Jaehyun who was the one to suggest the place.

Mark’s eyes drop to you the second that he leaves and that’s when you realise that you’re completely pressed yourself up against his side and that you were staring up at him like a starstruck idiot.

Mark runs his eyes over your face and down your body against his as he raises an eyebrow and asks slowly, “You okay? Something wrong?”

You shake your head and take a soft breath, stepping away slightly to regain some composure. Mark lowers the glass that he’d been holding on the table and grips your hand that was around his arm tightly in his right hand, his left hand resting on the small of your back. You freeze as that hand drops dangerously lower and before you can even process it, he’s cupping your ass to press you up against his front as he lowers his head to your ear.

The wall is behind you and no one can see where his hands are or what he’s even doing and if they did see you, it would only appear as if he was talking into your ear to be heard over the noise.

The hair on the back of your neck rose as you feel his warm breath on your ear, smelling the sweet champagne on it as his husky voice says,

“Y/N.”

You blink up at him, waiting and slowly feel the annoyance wash over you as he pulls his head back and you realise he has nothing else to say—he was doing it on purpose, to tease you, to rile you up.

You let out a heavy frustrated breath as you put your hand on his chest to push him back so you that you could breathe. “I have to go to the restroom,” you grumble as you start to stomp away from him and head for the other end of the hall where the restrooms were.

Mark watches you with a small smirk and when you’re surely out of earshot, Johnny comments wryly, “You know, you should probably go check on her in that restroom before she takes care of herself and leaves you cold at the hotel tonight.”

Mark’s wide eyes dart to Johnny as he questions, “Wait, what, you’ve noticed?”

He rolls his eyes, snorting as he says, “Everyone has noticed, dumbass! The sexual tension between you two is thick enough to be cut with a knife. Why do you think Taeyong left in the first place?”

“Why haven’t you left then?” Mark retorted.

“Cause I’m bored at this party and I want to know how much longer you’re going to keep teasing her by acting all cold.”

“Not longer,” Mark replies immediately, looking in the direction of where you’d disappeared. “I’m as weak as she is.”

“No, you’re weaker,” Johnny chortles. “Cause if you don’t fuck her soon, she’s mad enough that she won’t come to you and will just leave the party to go back to her hotel and take care of herself, like I said. But you will go to her.”

Mark was shaking his head. “She’s not allowed to touch herself. She knows that. I’m the only one allowed to make her cum, unless I say otherwise.”

When there was no response, Mark turns to see Johnny gawking at him with wide eyes, speechless at what he said.

“Why do you think the tension is so thick?” Mark laughed. “It’s the built-up frustration of months.”

“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for then?” Johnny demands, jerking his head towards the direction of the restroom.

Mark shakes his head again. “I need to catch her in the act. That way, I get to punish her.” He smirked up at Johnny. “That’s better, isn’t it? I’m a genius.”

Johnny rolled his eyes again as he glanced at the watch on his wrist. “If you don’t go soon, I think she’s going to get there without you and leave you with blue balls at our hotel, genius.”

Mark curses as he starts walking quickly to the restrooms.

***

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushed almost the same colour as your lipstick and dress.

“Fucking asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you fan your face with your hand, trying to cool yourself down. You were considering heading straight for the airport and flying back home, just to show your boyfriend how petty you could be.

Only Mark Lee would want to tease and play hard-to-get after almost five months of a dry spell.

The door to the restroom opened and you glanced up at the mirror to see Mark walking in behind you.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes running over your entire frame. “You okay? You’ve been here a while.”

You glare at him in the reflection, even though he’s just staring at your back now, especially your ass.

“I’m fantastic, Mark,” you spat out sarcastically.

The hint of a smirk ghosts his face as he takes your shoulder and gently tugs you around to face him.

“Hey,” Marks says, his voice low. “I didn’t get to tell you earlier but you look gorgeous. I love this dress on you so much, it’s so red and so perfect and so… tight.”

His eyes are no where close to your face as he breathes the last word and you stare at him in disbelief before finally giving in to your screaming desires. You grab the lapels of his coat and yank him to you, pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss.

Your grip on his collar is fierce as you spin him around and force him backward until he is pressed against the marble counters, kissing him desperately. Mark’s eyes are wide, definitely never having seen you be so dominative before but he quickly regains control as he pushes himself off the counter, wrestling his tongue into your mouth.

“Why the fuck haven’t you touched me all night?” you muttered breathlessly in between kisses.

“So that you’d touch yourself,” Mark replied, his hands roaming your back before finally settling on cupping your ass as he says, “I’m surprised that you haven’t already.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to,” you glare at him, kissing him fiercer in annoyance at his response and knowing that it hurt when he groaned, his hand squeezing your cheek tighter.

“Exactly,” he breathes, his other hand coming up to grip the back of your neck firmly and hold you in place so you could look at him when he says, “I want to punish you.”

You moaned at the delicious word, immediately taking effect on your body as you almost collapse in his arms. He quickly spins you both around so that you were pressed up against the counter for support now as you grip his hair tightly, letting Mark leave hungry wet kisses all over your bare neck.

“God, Mark,” you moaned. “I’ve been waiting for so long.”

“Yeah, you weren’t subtle,” he smirked, sucking a bruise into your neck. “Everyone noticed, it’s like you were in heat.”

He lifts his head to press his lips now tainted the same red as yours to your mouth, his one hand pulling the top of your dress down enough so he can take off your lace bra. He pinches your nipple with one hand while the other wanders down, cupping your heat through your dress and you part your legs involuntarily to give him easier access.

Mark moans loudly into your mouth as he feels how wet you already are. “You’re so desperate for me.”

“I am,” you begged. “Please touch me, baby, touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he replies, nibbling your earlobe.

“More,” you moan, the despair in your voice clear to even your own ears. “I want more.”

You feel his lips stop kissing you and he pulls back to look at you. You’re leaning back against the counter in an uncomfortable position and from the way that Mark looks at you, you can tell how needy you must look with your swollen lips, messy hair and throat that’s slowly blooming with purple bruises.

Mark’s eyes cloud over as his hand tightens over your clothed core. He reluctantly pulls it out from between your thighs and mutters, “Let’s go.”

“What?” You blink away the lusty haze to look at him, confused. “Go? Really?” You pause. “What about the party?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Mark retorted. “Johnny Hyung will cover for me with whatever excuse he thinks is best, he owes me for the last time he snuck out of practice with Ten anyway.”

You grin breathlessly at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Okay, let’s go.”

You hastily fix your dress and pat down your hair as best as you can, wiping off the lipstick that is completely smudged now all over your jaw and neck. Mark only washes off the dark lipstick too, not bothering about his finger-fucked hair as he walks out of the restroom impatiently, hand tightly gripping yours. You watch as he nods at Johnny who rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you and when he gives a slight shake of his head in refusal to cover for you, Mark stops walking to loudly mouth, “Ten” at him, making Johnny’s eyes grow wide.

You can hear Johnny’s exasperated sigh even from across the room and you grin as he flips Mark off before nodding tiredly and that’s all it takes for Mark to quickly drag you to the doors that lead out of the hotel to the parking lot.

He shoves you into one of their cars, hands immediately roaming your body and touching as much of your skin that is exposed. You realise how right he was about you definitely being a bitch in heat as you’re already panting and moaning with just his hands on you.

You breathlessly rattle out Mark’s hotel address to the driver and Mark cuts you off quickly with a, “No. Give your hotel.”

“What?” You shook your head. “Someone could see you.”

He stretches over the seat to reach into the back and pulls out a bag in which there were trench coats, face masks and sunglasses.

And that’s when you realise this is a company car. It’s SM’s van, of course they’d have the disguises for any emergencies.

And if this didn’t count as an emergency, you don’t know what did.

Mark looks up to meet your eyes, not glancing at the driver as he says the name of your hotel, “Hotel Sapphire. And drive fast.”

As the car starts, he presses the button on the side to pull up the dark screen that shields the driver from seeing you two in the back as Mark resumes groping you, his hands running up the length of your legs.

“I love how this sticks to you, it’s so sexy,” he comments as he pushes the material up your thighs and sides, bunching it up around your waist to get to where he wants.

You’re already a moaning mess as you feel the cool air of the car’s air conditioning wrap around your thighs, a relief and a trigger at the same time. Mark’s hands feel hot against your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake as they trail up your thighs. His one hand is fondling your covered breast and you help him tug the dress down, writhing in his arms.

You’re splayed over the backseat with Mark lying on top of you as his mouth immediately goes to your bare nipple, sucking and biting harshly and his hand moves in between your thighs. You moan as you feel his hand push aside the lace fabric covering your pussy and you lift your ass so that he can pull the panty down easier, which he does at an animalistic pace before his fingers find your centre again, two digits pushing in without warning.

You arch your back off the seat, eyes closing as you feel him scissor and stretch you out, your walls already dripping with arousal as you twitch beneath him. Cool air hits your wet breast as you feel him pull away and you open your eyes to see him watching your face as he keeps moving his finger around inside you, teasingly avoiding your clit.

“Mark,” you groaned, desperate as you buck your hips up into his fingers, needing any friction you could get. “Mark, please.”

You could see his eyes darken with lust at your plea even in the unlit car. He leaned forward and kissed you fiercely, smirking against your mouth as the pads of his fingers finally found your clit, making you arch further into him. He circled your clit quickly, not letting you adjust to his fingers or pace and you were already clenching around his hand, whining against his mouth.

You moved your hand from its firm grip on his forearm and wrapped it around his shoulders as you pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back as he fingered you faster. You can feel Mark’s eyes on you as you gasp heavily, feeling his other hand hold your knee firmly to keep your thighs spread as his fingers worked you into your high.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and you knew you were close as you started shaking, holding on to Mark tightly as if you would fall off the very edge that he was bringing you closer to.

Your moans grew louder as you felt your walls clenching and Mark’s finger suddenly slowed, one finger extracting and rubbing over your slit lazily.

You raised your head from the seat, eyes shooting wide open to look at Mark only to notice that he was smirking.

“You—” you cut yourself off as he pulled out his hand completely and licked the glistening liquid off of it.

“We’re here,” he replied, blinking innocently as he removed his fingers from his lips with an audible ‘pop’ sound and looked around, the car slowing to a complete stop as you saw the familiar lights of your hotel building through the window.

Again. He’d edged you on purpose and timed it perfectly so that he had an excuse.

You pulled up your dress over your chest and opened the lock, kicking the door open in frustration. You stepped out on shaky legs, needing the support of the car to stand as you grip on to your purse tightly. You adjusted your skirt the best you could, tugging it down your legs as you felt smothered by the tight dress suddenly, just wanting to rip it off your body.

Mark stepped out from the opposite side, wearing a black trench coat that looked suspiciously like Johnny’s from the way it almost drowned his smaller frame, a bucket hat pulled over his hair and down low to cover his face that was concealed beneath a mask.

The car pulls away from between you two and you glare at Mark who you know well enough to know that he is doing that annoying smirk behind the mask. His eyes are teasing little crescents as he chuckles when you huff and move to stride past him into the hotel, his hand reaching out to grab your own and stopping you.

You both make your way quickly into the hotel, Mark in tow as you check in hastily at the reception and head for the elevators, stepping in right as it opens and pressing the 12th button. You swivel around and watch as Mark quickly jabs the button to close the doors when you spot a man heading for your elevator.

You roll your eyes as the doors close, ready to tell Mark off but the words freeze in your mouth as he pulls off the face mask and turns to you, dropping to his knee in front of you. A loud gasp escapes your throat as he grabs your thigh, throwing your leg over his shoulder and you watch as his head disappears under the velvet of your dress. Your hands shoot out to grab the steel rail behind you, fingers tightening around the cylindrical bar as you lean your head back. Your eyes fall on the reflection of the shiny mirrored walls of the elevator and you can see the back of Mark’s head as he buries it in your throbbing heat, the sight turning you on more.

You moan loudly, throwing his stupid bucket hat across the elevator floor, fingers going to grip his hair tightly as you finally feel his tongue on your clit. He tongues you frantically, lapping up all your wetness and you can hear him sucking and licking, the noise sounding like heaven to your ears as it echoes in the elevator.

It doesn’t take you long to unravel under Mark’s merciless tongue, especially after all the teasing that he’d been doing tonight—your orgasm comes crashing over you, making your eyes roll back in your head as you almost grow dizzy with the arousal. Mark doesn’t slow down or let up as he continues licking around your walls, collecting all of your cum. You squirm as you feel his tongue flick your sore clit and you see your eyes widen in the reflection opposite you as you feel the elevator slow its ascent.

You yank on his head and Mark stands up right as the elevator dings, meeting your wide eyes and smirking as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The doors open and you see a trio of guys whose eyebrows raise in unison at the sight of you two.

You pull down your skirt the best that you can but Mark remains unbothered, snatching the hat from the floor and pulling it over his head while taking your hand. Your legs are unstable, a fact that Mark picks up on quickly as he wraps his arm around your waist and practically hauls you out of the elevator. You let him manhandle you as he drags you to your room quickly away from the three guys who were definitely snickering at you two now.

Mark quickly finds the key card in your purse and swipes it over the lock, pushing you into the room when he gets the door open. You turn to face him as he enters, kicking the door shut behind him as his hands come to grab you again. You’re quicker this time, pushing into him with the same force that you had in the bathroom earlier as you slam him against the door. Your lips find his and his arms wind around your waist tightly.

“Stop trying to take control,” he mutters against your lips, thrusting his tongue into your mouth to make his point clearer.

“Take control then,” you taunted, fingers gripping the small hairs at the back of his neck tightly enough to hurt.

Mark let out a low moan at the pain as he bit your lower lip at your bratty comment. He pushed you from him long enough to grab the hem of your dress and pull it down at the speed of light. You blinked, momentarily taken aback at the lack of underwear and Mark caught the expression on your face.

“Bra is at the restroom of that party and your underwear is on the floor of the car,” he explained, standing up from pulling off the dress off your legs.

“Those were new,” you stated, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I really don’t give a fuck, babe,” Mark replied wryly, as he pulled you to him and started kissing you again. Your hands quickly worked his coat off of his arms and your fingers flew at lightning speed to unbutton the white shirt that had been on him for far too long now.  

You ran your hands down his bare chest once you finally got it off, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths at the sensation of skin-on-skin, finally, after so many months.

“Say it again,” he muttered into your mouth, his voice husky as his hands fondled your bare breasts.

“What?” You panted, grinding up against the bulge in his pants desperately.

“The restroom, when I was touching you.”

You immediately know what he means and arch further into him, grinding into him harder as you say with all the desperation that you feel, “Touch me more. I want more, I need more. Please, baby, touch me.”

Mark groans loudly, pulling away for a second to look at you. “God, that is the hottest thing, Y/N.”

He takes off his pants and boxers, grabbing your hand as he steps away from the pile of your clothes. He pulls you further inside your room, turning you around to face the wide floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite your bed. You watch with bated breath as he grabs the dressing chair and drags it to the front of you, pulling your one leg up so that you could rest your foot on it.

“God,” you breathe, leaning back against his bare chest as you stare at his face in the reflection, his eyes focused only on you as his fingers find your clit again.

“Is this it?” he grunts in your ear, one arm in your hair to hold your head back so that he could watch you in the mirror as you fuck his hand. “Is this what you wanted, you impatient slut?”

“Fuck, daddy,” the word leaves your mouth in a breathy moan before you can stop it and you know it turns on Mark so you continue, “More, I want more, please, I want you inside me.”

He fingers you rapidly, edging you over again until you’re a quivering mess. You’re thankful for the support of the chair as you know you wouldn’t be able to stand without it. Mark pulls out his hand as soon as he feels you clenching and you watch him in the mirror as he coats his erection that is already spilling precum with your wetness that was dripping off his hand.

He doesn’t wait as he slips it inside your slit easily with the way that its spread open, thanks to your raised leg. You lean forward, gripping the top rail of the chair tightly as you feel him fill you up deliciously. You’re moaning at the sensation that you’d missed so much, both of you realising that you had gotten tighter from the months you’d been apart as he feels the resistance.

Mark slowly thrusts into you, letting you adjust to him and as soon as you do, he doesn’t wait to hammer into you. Hands tight on your hips, he holds you in place as he fucks you into oblivion. The position that you were in let him reach the spot that sparked your orgasm much faster and his hands find your breasts that are bouncing with the force of every thrust.

“M-Mark,” you whine, your eyes tearing up from the arousal and stimulations that he was giving you. You could feel your head spinning again at how good this was, at how you were feeling pain that shifted into intense pleasure, at how good Mark was giving it to you.

“Cum with me, baby,” he whispers hoarsely into your ear, thrusting harder and rougher as you feel him reaching his high too. The air is hot and heavy around the two of you, filled with the filthy sounds of your skin slapping and a chorus of moans. His hand drops to between your thighs again and just a brush of his fingers over your sore clit is enough to have you cumming all over his hand again. It triggers his own orgasm as you feel his cum fill you up inside your pussy in thick spurts that along with yours are too much that it overflows and spills out of you, dripping down your thighs.

Your voice is hoarse as you let out a final whimper. You lean forward on your outstretched arm that was gripping the chair for support, your body slick with sweat as Mark collapses against your back too, his arms around you in a loose backhug.

Both of your heavy breathing and pants are all that you can hear as you try to regain your composure and suddenly, you feel soft familiar lips press against the nape of your neck in a gentle kiss, the gesture already relaying what Mark couldn’t say since he was so bad at words.

You smile and lean back into Mark, your hand coming to wrap around his own that was on your stomach.

“I missed you too, Mark.”

#nct nct127 nctsmut nctsmutfic smut fanfic mature nctimagine #nctmark marklee nctmarksmut marksmut MarkxReader #should this have been in parts cause of how long it is? cause then itd just be parts and parts of teasing lol #yeah I'm not that sadistic #but mark is #cznnet #Youtube

[afro-elf]

Okay so my college love life has been so whack. One guy I really like is super fixated on another girl so I’m grieving what could have been BUT his fraternal twin is also hella sweet and he got high tonight while I was drunk and he laid on my shoulder and lap and let me play w his hair like not saying I’m dtf but apparently I was asking people if I should hook up with him last night, while I was also drunk, but then again there’s the possibility that he doesn’t like black girls I’m conflicted :(

well um first piece of advice is to talk to him sober

second is to talk to him, if you really like him

also you guys idk how many times i have to say this to ya but there's no such thing as a college love life and it can't be whack if it's just your lived experience without any standard to compare it to. you're a star, good afternoon

#anonymous #people ask me stuff and things #most of the couples i know at my school have been together since freshman year anyway #you know.... the last time you had free time and joy

[celestianstars]

Okay so my college love life has been so whack. One guy I really like is super fixated on another girl so I’m grieving what could have been BUT his fraternal twin is also hella sweet and he got high tonight while I was drunk and he laid on my shoulder and lap and let me play w his hair like not saying I’m dtf but apparently I was asking people if I should hook up with him last night, while I was also drunk, but then again there’s the possibility that he doesn’t like black girls I’m conflicted :(

There’s that possibility sure but what if he does and you have a really nice experience with him? You just gotta jump off the cliff so to speak and find out cause there’s really only one way to see if you can get the experience you’re looking for.

And if you’re interested in him, totally go for it! I know that fear of rejection and it going wrong is v strong but don’t let your worries stop you from potentially having a great time with him and from what you’ve said he already seems really comfortable with you and that was cute him laying his head on your shoulder omg 🥰

But really just go for it! And if it doesn’t end up going how you want, which fingers crossed it does, try not to get too down about it, that person and experience wasn’t meant for you right then and that doesn’t mean you’ll never have it, just gotta keep looking.

Having a love life is very much about seeing an opportunity and just throwing all caution to the wind and being like hey I’m here and seeing what happens cause tbh life is just too crazy and turbulent at times to hold back when you like someone, go all out and surprise yourself!!

Good luck with this guy, I like the vibe from him from what you described and let me know how it goes if you decide to go for it! You got it sis! ☺️☺️☺️

#asks #advice #imma speak it into existence that this is gonna work out for you!

[breathinginthevapor]

Rainy day

Summary: You get caught up in the rain with your best friend Harry, and it might just be your chance to tell each other how you really feel. This was requested by anon and I really think y’all should read it cause it’s hella cute.

A/N: Alright, this was soooo hard at the beginning but then it felt like I cracked the code and it just took off. It was requested as a blurb but I guess it got a little longer than I intended, but yeah, it’s really cute. I love best friend blurbs, and even though it was difficult to write about Harry at first, I hope I did alright. Please leave feedback, no matter what you think (I love constructive criticism almost as much as I love flattery lol) Also, I was sooo close to turning this into smut so there might be a few sexual undertones still, (I’ve got a dirty soul). just like y/n i can’t believe i’ve spent my whole life not kissing harry styles rip

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I don’t own the picture, it’s from Harry’s instagram

The sky, which was blue and cloudless just a few minutes ago, is now grey and stormy as the rain pours down on you. Your hair is soaked, sticking to your face, your yellow summer dress has darkened and clings to your every curve and when you look at your best friend, his face shows a whole new level of panic behind the once curly brown locks that’s now been flattened and painted a black-ish colour by the water.

“Not my new Gucci suit,” Harry cries out, his voice dripping with desperation and agony.

“Told you not to wear it today, you idiot,” you remind him and laugh.

“’m not an idiot, and ya know long I’ve waited to wear it, yeah?” he argues as you search through your purse for the keys to your apartment. Your hands scramble past lipsticks, band-aids, recipes and small notes, but no key yet.

“I know, Haz, I was just joking. You know I love the suit.” You nod approvingly at the flowery multi-colour suit, and he chuckles, leaning in close to you when you insert the key into the keyhole.

His breath is hot against your ear as he mutters with a low voice, “You’d love to take it off me, too, wouldn’t ya, love?”

You feel a blush creep on your cheeks, bowing your head down and acting like you’re all focused on unlocking the door. When you’ve pushed it open with your shoulder, you look at him and reason with a voice that’s much calmer than your heart beat, “actually, I’d prefer if you stripped yourself and didn’t act like a baby when we get inside. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, and you still got a drawer with clean clothes in my closet.”

He rolls his eyes, and you know he thinks your reaction at his sexual remark is funny.

“We’ll hang the suit up and try to save that, too,” you add, attempting to change the subject.

“Thank you, love.” His voice is back to normal, and the nickname is far from new, but there still runs a shiver down your spine at his words. It doesn’t make it better that his hand, although clammy, sends fiery sparks through your skin when he touches the swell of your back.

He doesn’t remove his hand before you’ve entered your apartment, and all the way up the stairs, it feels like a gentle guiding force, like he’s protecting you. It feels nice, but your skin feels just as cold and wet when his hand disappears.

“Go shower, darling, I’ll find some comfy clothes for you and make us some tea,” he offers, and your heart swells at how considerate he is.

However, you shake your head, instead grabbing his hand and smiling softly at him, “Nono, we both need to warm up. We’ll just shower together in our underwear.”

He looks taken back by your proposition, cheeks turning pink. Then he nods with a wide grin, squeezing your hand and leading the way to your bathroom. The air is thick as you strip, discarding your wet garments on the floor and making a mental note to yourself to hang it up later.

He carefully steps into the shower cabinet, looking back over his shoulder at you as if to check if you’re still on.

“Scooch over,” you order, and he laughs as he makes room for you, taking another step towards the shower head.

Neither your bathroom nor your shower cabinet are very commodious, and you realize that you didn’t really think this through. If you had, you would probably have realized that it wouldn’t be good for you to stand so close to him that your bare shoulder is touching his arm, and your legs almost bump into each other, especially because you’re only wearing underwear. If it wasn’t hard enough already, he also looks insanely good in those tight black Calvin Klein boxers that leave very little to your imagination, and you know you aren’t supposed to look, but it’s really hard not to.

He turns on the shower, the cold water hitting your skin and making goose bumps appear. Luckily, though, it only takes a few second before the water heats up and you close your eyes, letting the pleasure run through your veins.

“Please don’t make that face, darling,” Harry begs with a hoarse voice that does something to your body you don’t want to admit. You open your eyes again and notice his eyes are fixated on the tiles on the wall, teeth clenched and a painful expression on his face.

“What do you mean? What’s the matter?”

Have you done anything wrong? Overstepped? Crossed his boundaries? The last you want to do is make him uncomfortable just because you’ve got these stupid feelings for him.

“It does… things to me,” he admits, still not meeting your eyes.

“What- Oh.” You only realise what he’s talking about when you look down. And then you laugh, because the whole situation just feels peculiar.

“Don’t laugh,” Harry poutingly mutters, and you can’t help but embrace him in a hug.

“‘m sorry, Harry.” You smile widely and look into his eyes until he can’t help laughing as well.

“Do you need to have a couple minutes by yourself? I’d offer to help you out but ‘m really tired.” As if to emphasize your point, you yawn and he chuckles once more, but his cheeks are pink and there’s a weird and thick tension.

“A couple minutes would be nice,” he whispers, clearly not comfortable enough to speak loudly. You nod, stepping out of the shower and grabbing two towels, laying one of them on the closed toilet seat for Harry to use when he’s done and wrapping the other one around your wet hair after quickly drying your body.

“See you in a bit.” You give him a little wave and then close the bathroom door behind you.

You make two cups of tea, (his favourite with strawberry) and then you find some chocolate in your fridge and break into smaller pieces in a cute little pink bowl you got from Harry’s mum a couple years ago.

After putting the snacks on your bedside table, you rid yourself of your wet underwear and quickly find a pair a new set and a of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt in your drawer. You throw on the dry clothing and then slip under the duvet, waiting for Harry to come back and help you decide on which movie you want to watch.

He walks in a couple minutes later, curls a wet frazzle and only a towel covering his lower body.

“Where’s that drawer you were talking ‘bout, love?” he asks nonchalantly, voice void of the tension from before.

“Third on your left.” He opens the drawer you described and picks up what appears to be some worn grey sweatpants and a pair of blue boxers, letting his towel fall down and putting on the underwear, leaving you a complete sight of his naked butt.

When he’s clad in both boxers and sweatpants, he turns around and looks at you through the strands of hair that clings to his forehead, “‘s okay if don’t put on a shirt? Not really in the mood.”

Your eyes fixate on the small droplets of water that’s spread across his shoulders. You bite your lip and swallow a lump, your tone low and scratchy when you assure him, “sure, I don’t mind.” You clear your throat, with a stronger voice, “Just dry your hair, don’t want my pillow getting all wet because of your stupid ass.”

He chuckles, picking up his discarded towel. “The only thing in that bed getting wet tonight is your panties, love,” he states and wink.

You pick up an extra pillow and throw at him, causing him to curse at you when he’s thrown off balance for a few seconds.

“That’s a really weird thing to say after you just jerked off in my shower.” He laughs once more and then does as you told him to, quickly drying his hair with the towel before hanging it over the backrest of a chair.

He only needs to take two steps (it’s so unfair how long legs he’s got) before he can crawl into bed beside you, pulling you against him with a tired whine. You get what he wants and moves so you’re placed between his legs, your head laying on his damp chest and ear just below his heart, letting you hear its every beat.

“I can hear your heart beating,” you state. He hums, and you easily feel the vibration of his deep voice. He doesn’t say anything, though, just draws small patterns on your hip beneath your shirt.

You lay there in silence for a while, your eyes closed and enjoying the sound of his breath.

Then he speaks up, voice raspy and deep, sounding sleepy, “Do ya think we have a weird friendship?” Your heart skips a beat and your stomach churns when he mentions the word ‘friendship’. Not because you aren’t proud and happy to be his friend, his best friend, but because you feel guilty that the word also sends little arrows of sadness into your heart.

Before you can answer his question, he elaborates, “Like, we shower together and ya give me a hard on and have no problem with me jerking off in your shower and ya even offer to help me out and then I come in here and cuddle you without a shirt on. ‘S that weird?”

You grab the hand that isn’t caressing your skin and tangle your fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze. You don’t like hearing him so self-conscious and insecure, but you’re well aware he has always cared a little too much about what other people think of him for his own good.

“Not necessarily. Like, yeah, I know that most friends don’t act like us, but that doesn’t mean that our friendship isn’t just as good as theirs. You get me?”

He makes an agreeing noise, but you can tell he’s not entirely convinced. That’s one of the perks of being friends for as long as you and Harry have. Although it does make it nearly impossible to surprise each other with birthday gifts or surprise parties.

“And if I had the choice between all those normal people and friendships, I would still choose you, Harry, you know that. I don’t believe in soulmates or anything, but if I did, I’d say you were mine.” You turn around so you lay on your stomach with your hands on his chest, looking him in the eyes and smiling at him.

He smiles back at you and licks his lips, green orbs glistening in the light of your fairy lights. Then he reaches out and gently cups your face with his palm.

“And you’d be mine,” he promises, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Can I tell ya something?” he then asks, putting a strand of hair that has escaped the towel back in, his fingertips gently touching your forehead.

You nod, “of course, Harry, you know you can tell me everything.”

He takes a deep breath, the rise of his chest making you rise with it as you lay on top of him. It seems like he’s debating whether to say something or not, but you know better than to pressure him. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

“I think our friendship might be different because it’s more than friendship to me.”

You feel your mouth dry out, not sure if he’s saying what you think he is. You really hope he is, though. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I want to kiss ya in the rain and hear ya laugh about how stupid I am for wearing a suit worth thousands of dollars when the forecast said it’d be raining and I want to get in the shower with ya and not having to keep our underwear on because we’ll just drop ‘em and have sex either way, and I want to sleep over like I always do but not having to explain it to my friends afterwards because there’s nothing weird in us sleeping together since we’re dating,” he rambles, not once pausing to breathe. Then, after a few seconds of silence, he adds, “jus’ want the whole package, yeah?”

He looks expectantly and nervously down at you, biting his lip. His green eyes seem larger than usual, you realize, almost looking like a little kid scared of a horror movie.

“The whole package sounds nice,” you whisper, heart racing in your chest.

His lips break into a hesitant smile, clearly not daring to believe you completely. He must be just as scared of getting hurt or rejected as you are.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, really nice, Harry,” you smile, feeling a warmth spread all through your body.

He presses his lips against yours, almost desperately, and then he parts his lips and kisses you with an open mouth, breathing warmly into your mouth. He tastes like coffee and the piece of chocolate he just ate, and it feels nice and cosy and like you should have done this a long time ago. Honestly, you can’t believe you wasted your whole life not kissing Harry Styles.

Not breaking the kiss, you change your position so you’re sitting on his lap and with your legs on each side of him, leaning down and supporting your body with your hands on the mattress beside him.

“Finally,” he breathes against your mouth, “Been trying to seduce ya for months.”

“Really? How?” Between and after your words, you give him a little peck on his lips. After a whole lifetime of not kissing him, you’re determined not to spend too long without his mouth on yours.

“Like, ten minutes I said your panties were going to get wet tonight and I’m pretty sure I made a remark about ya undressing me when ya were unlocking the door,” he reminds you, and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, I see it now.”

“Has anyone ever told ya you’re really oblivious?” His voice is teasing but his eyes are loving and there’s no doubt in your mind that this is more right than anything you’ve ever done in your life.

“Just shup and kiss me, Harry Styles,” you demand, leaning down so your nose touches his. And as the good fella he is, he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb and kisses you, tongue exploring your mouth and teeth sinking into your lower lip. You can feel his damp hair against your forehead and the hand that isn’t on your cheek traveling down your back, stopping at your butt and giving it a gently squeeze, causing you to smile against his lips.

Life has never been better.

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[thirsttrapholland]

Okay so my college love life has been so whack. One guy I really like is super fixated on another girl so I’m grieving what could have been BUT his fraternal twin is also hella sweet and he got high tonight while I was drunk and he laid on my shoulder and lap and let me play w his hair like not saying I’m dtf but apparently I was asking people if I should hook up with him last night, while I was also drunk, but then again there’s the possibility that he doesn’t like black girls I’m conflicted :(

that part about the party sounds really cute. 

but if i were you I would take the time to make sure you like the twin as his own person and not just because he’s related to the guy you liked first, if you know what i mean.

if you do, then maybe see if there is an opportunity to spend time with him while you’re both sober, so you can get a better gauge of how he feels about you as well.

good luck 😉

#dee answers #dee gives advice

[mysteli]

Immortal (Kamilah X MC)

A/N: Heya! So here is my first fic for Kamliah X MC. Don’t know why it took me so long to write something for them but I finally had an idea. It’s thanks to @brightpinkpeppercorn that this sparked so thanks. It’s hella angsty and it’s a real AU where MC end up as a vampire but it changes a lot. Enjoy! And grab your tissues.

For the Choices September Challenge. Little late but the theme is Lies.

Warning: ANGST

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Just like that. Elena was gone. Disappearing once that beam of crimson red burnt her eyes. They lit up with hunger and a lost desire, painfully similar to the way Kamilah was brought to life. Truth is, watching it is so much worse than experiencing it. Sure, you feel pain in a transition but you love it because it satisfies you. It drives you. It helps you. It excite you. It thrills you. But it still starved you. 

All Kamilah did was blink and Elena is now but a bare breath of air disappearing into the night. Adrian knew this was a risk when he allowed for her to be turned but it still hurts to watch her go so suddenly. Worst part is... she’s gone searching. Looking for something, anything, to eat. Something to feast open. Something to kill. 

Hating to admit it, Kamilah was forced to feel like this and experience this back when she was first turned. The entire time was a nightmare but it was so amazingly fulfilling at the same time. It shouldn’t be but it is and Elena is about to experience it first hand. If only she wasn’t but she is because she’ll willingly allow the desire to find her and it will push her to do things she’s never thought to do. Never even dared to do.

No matter what, Elena has no control. She has certainty if she’ll be able to hold back and resist any sort of temptation. Undead and she had no choice but to either be buried or be brought back. Resurrection is a funny thing and the humans never thought it existed. Elena could have died if she wanted to but Kamilah couldn’t stand the thought of losing Elena so soon. In one thousand years, Kamilah has never experienced something like this. Something good. Something new. Something amazingly different. That is so wrong but so right at the same time.

Love for a human. Kamilah has experienced it before but it’s never ever been like this. Hell, she ain’t even a human anymore. Elena is on the run and she’s out there. Starving. Drowning. So clueless it almost hurts to even think about it. It’s like she’s hallucinating all the time and like the energy has taken over her mind and turned her into... a vampire.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Whatever happened Elena would have ended up alive or dead. But never undead. That was in nobody’s plan. This wasn’t supposed to end like this. With Elena feasting for anything, her only instinct to destroy. All their strength and might would have gone into making sure Elena didn’t end up as a vampire.

Hell, Kamilah remembers a faint prediction from Jax earlier. Before they left for the final battle, Jax asked Kamilah a critical question.

The deafening words echo in Kamilah’s ears and mind a million times and more. “...What if Elena dies tonight?”

That’s it. That’s the only thing she heard from then and it’s painful. It’s just plain painful. Stabbing at Kamliah’s heart and making her ache. She tried so hard to not believe it and dismiss the idea completely, only focusing on what could go right and moving away from what could go wrong. But constantly, her mind would always drift back to those words. His words. That Elena could die. 

And all she managed to say back was... “Then we worry about that choice if it comes.”

Those words were stupid because they never really had a choice. It all just kind of happened. Like it was an instinct or something. None could take it. She’s a damn vampire now and that’s too damn scary. Too damn terrifying. Too damn impossible.

Elena is sweet. Innocent. Pure. Positive. Beautiful. Generous. Kind. Just everything you’d want in perfection. Eyes of a deep green now ruined with that sickening shade of crimson that now bleeds from her corneas. Skin of olive now so much paler than before. It’s not even the transition that’s doing that to her. It’s the fucking pain. 

Kamilah can’t take it. She just can’t take it. Too much worrying. Too much uncertainty. Too much cluelessness. Where the hell is she? If only she knew. 

Kamliah searches her surroundings, rarely shaken by the catastrophic events of the previous battle. Her dark eyes are wide with fear and she can’t help but feel like the vulnerable one for once. Kamilah has always been able to maintain her strength, even when she’s at her weakest. She’s always had to sustain her tough side and make sure there’s always a fight inside of her. Sophistication is key to her character. But now... something is different. Elena is gone in the blink of an eye and now everything feels... hopeless.

Adrian slowly approaches Kamilah and she can easily sense the cautiousness of his footsteps. He knows how easy she is to tick off and how her temper can rise when she’s lost someone. But she really doesn’t wanna believe that she’s lost Elena, all because they’re the same now. Bloodsuckers.

Kamilah is aware of his presence but she doesn’t face him, keeping her gaze fixated on the colossal sphere of stone that always classifies as a full moon. Adrian tries to smile but he can’t manage it. His movements strain and he tenses up. Clearly, he’s just as pained as Kamilah is right now. 

“Kamilah...”

“Don’t,” Kamliah interrupts him, keeping her hands locked together and resting at the front and her jaw clenches when Elena enters her mind once more. “Don’t say anything.” 

Adrian runs a hand through his dusty brown hair and sighs heavily. “We just have to accept this.”

“Accept what? That she’s gone? Elena is a fighter and she won’t rest until she has found her control and trust me, she will.” Kamliah snaps, swerving around and pointing sharply at Adrian. He puts his hands up in the air as a surrender. 

“...And what will she do then? You think she’ll come back. She’s different now. Undead. We can’t protect her.” Adrian sighs as he speaks, an obvious strain picking at his throat.

Kamliah just eyes him incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me? All our rules and laws and you still wanna give up on her!” 

“We can’t help her if we can’t find her!” Adrian snaps and in a flash, his hands latch around Kamliah’s neck and slam her into a nearby tree, the rough bark stabbing against her skin like a hundred bullets all at once. She screams in agony before her expression goes blank and she stares Adrian dead in the eye. 

He matches her intimidation but not daring to show emotion. His pale eyes narrow slightly and he keeps a steady grasp on Kamliah’s shoulder. 

“I don’t want it to be like this but it is.” He admits, inhaling and exhaling sharply and not daring to take his gaze of Kamliah. 

“Elena wouldn’t rest if it was you.” Kamliah counters, raising an eyebrow at Adrian and her nose twitching with an undeniable tension. 

“That’s the difference between rules and loyalty.” Adrian whispers in return.

Kamliah didn’t like that statement. In yet another flash, a split second and Kamilah and Adrian have switched places, him being latched against the bark and her pointing a steak at his throat. 

“Really, Kamliah? A death threat? To your oldest friend?” 

“I have older.” She responds, her eyes narrowing with purpose. 

Adrian keeps his expression serious, raising his hands as a defence. “You can’t save Elena. There’s too much killer in her now.” 

“...Why does that sound like something you’d never say?” Kamilah questions, noticing how forced his words seem.

“Sometimes war is a wake up call.” Adrian whispers in response, easing the steak out of Kamliah’s hand and dropping it on the floor. He slips past her and glances back at Kamlilah before he goes in the other direction. “It’s better if we grieve for those who are lost instead of grieving over someone who can’t be saved.” 

Kamliah arches her eyebrows in a solemn manor. “What the hell makes you think I’m grieving?” 

Adrian folds his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Because you love Elena.”

Later, Kamilah sits in the cabin alone, aware that everyone else was working things out with the Clan. She just couldn’t face them, even if they asked for her and Elena. Adrian would be the one to break the news and let them know that Elena has been... lost. 

No longer present is what Adrian likes to refer to the situation as. Something sudden and unprepared for. Sometimes Adrian can be way too professional. Way too put together and way too obsessed with hiding the truth. He wants everything to be right and not have anything be out of place or unbalanced. He’s so excessive sometimes with how fate works and he can’t afford to let anything fall apart.

Kamilah decided to stay behind and she hasn’t accomplished much since she decided to. Her mind has been infected with unwanted thoughts of Elena and all she wants is to have her back. Elena was slowly becoming a key part of Kamilah’s life and for a moment she felt like she... was falling in love.

Hell, maybe she’s in love.

Kamilah paces back and forth in the cabin on heavy feet, a frustration building up in her veins and she clenches her fists from all the agony wracking her pain. She doesn’t wanna feel this way. She just wants to believe Adrian when he says that this is over. Elena is over. Gone. Ran away. Hopeless.

But she can’t. She can’t fucking do it. Because she loves her. That’s right, she fucking fell in love with a human. Something she never thought she’d experience before. The thought of love. Not just passion and desire. Actual love. Something real. 

Kamilah remains shaken and strained, like a silent ghost wandering around aimlessly for an answer that will never come from. Elena will never return. Who knows what life she lives now? Who she’s killed? How vampire life is treating her? Who knows? She could be dead for all we know.

Kamilah yawns dramatically and prepares to fall asleep until she feels a gentle, familiar tap on her shoulder. Slightly stunned, she swerves around, unsure who the hell this could be. Eh, it’s probably Adrian coming to check on her or give her news on the what’s happening with the Clan and what they think of the situation. 

However, her breath catches in her throat when she realises who it is.

Elena.

For a moment, Kamilah just stays silent, the rock in her throat stopping her from saying anything. Elena is there. She’s really there. Unless Kamilah is just hallucinating. Right. This could all be a fucking mind game. Who knew the world could be that cruel? 

Without even thinking, Kamilah drags Elena into powerful kiss. Undeniable passion immediately fills the air and a fire they’ve never experienced before. This is more enough to tell Kamilah that’s its real. Elena is there. She’s well and truly there. This is no takeout. It’s not a mind game or a pathetic hallucination. It’s real. Truly real. It’s all happening.

It’s almost magic. The way their lips move hastily against one another’s. The way their hands snake over each other’s bodies and caress every inch of each figure. They don’t wanna miss out on anything. They wanna remember the way their touch feels on one another. They wanna remember the passionate taste of each other’s lips and the way love really feels. They wanna know if it’s any different now that Elena is a vampire. 

Maybe more rough but nothing should change.

Reluctantly, Kamilah pulls away, aware that they should probably before jumping into anything. She takes the time to familiarise herself with Elena’s appearance, knowing it wouldn’t be too different but something is bound to change. Elena’s ombré waves remain the same and they dangle gracefully at the front. Her lime green eyes are more faded than before - less light in them - and they constantly switch between crimson and emerald. Her pale skin is more defined now and less drastic and pasty than before.

She looks truly undead. Like she should but Kamilah can’t seem to get used to it. 

Kamilah is still stunned and can’t find any words until Elena grasps her hand comfortingly.  Tears slowly rise in her eyes and she sighs. “You’re... real.” Is all she manages to say and to Elena... it’s enough. 

“I’m real. And I’m a... vampire.” Elena finally admits it to herself out loud and her breath catches in her throat. 

Kamilah swiftly cups Elena’s cheek, caressing her face with her thumbs. “Don’t think about that. Don’t think about it.” 

“But I have to.” Elena corrects.

“No you don’t. It doesn’t matter.” Kamilah counters. 

Elena shakes off Kamilah’s hands and takes a step back, feeling the need to compose herself. “It does matter. So much.” She states, facepalming hard and keeping her voice as a mere whisper. “I can’t be the person I was because everything feels like a lie. Everything I know is a lie. My past is a lie. My future is a lie...”

“Why is a future a lie if you know you have it... forever?” Kamilah questions, tangling her fingers in Elena’s hair and desperate to stay in touch. 

“That’s the point, Kamilah. I know I have it. There’s no uncertainty. Why... why did I do this? Why couldn’t I have just... died?” Elena asks, almost not afraid to say it due to the lack of emotion lurking in her eyes. It almost frightened Kamilah and caused her to feel guilt like no other. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that. Death is never an option for humans but when you’re like this... like you are now...” Kamilah pauses, speaking in between sobs and sniffs. “...you have a choice. You have immortality.”

Elena closes her eyes and releases a heavy sigh, almost collapsing into Kamilah but refusing to fall into the arms of the woman she care to escape. “I didn’t come here to reunite with you.” 

Kamilah almost freezes, stiffening from Elena’s sudden words. “Then... what did you come here for? If not me.” Kamilah actually dares to ask and regrets it almost immediately. 

Elena swallows hard. “I... I don’t want immortality. But if I have to have it... I can’t have it here with you.” She confesses and Kamilah instantly shakes with fear, clasping instinctively onto Elena’s wrist, aware that she could leave at any moment.

“Why? Why now? All because you have all the power in the world. Everything you could have wanted. Everything anyone could have wanted. Who would throw all that away?”

Elena doesn’t even need to think about it. She knows what the hell she wants and Kamilah just seems like an obstacle now. “What about all the normalities? The things l’ll miss out on. I’ll never be able to have a kid of my own... I’ll never be able to eat without thinking of blood... I’ll never be able to... have the normal life that I wanted with you.” Elena pauses as if she’s waiting for Kamilah to respond in some way. But Kamilah barely manages to open her mouth and still, no words come out. So she continues. “...Before I was worried I was just gonna become one of your passengers. Someone who dies on you and I didn’t wanna be that person who hurt you. But then I thought about all the good things. The things that made me so happy to be with you. The things I loved more than anything. And I focused on them. So I could keep up with the idea that you and I made sense. But then... this happened and all I can think... is I can’t focus on the positives anymore. Because it’s me doing this and it’s me who is missing out on a life. All because I fell in love with... you.” 

Elena finally finished talking and Kamilah goes still again. Paralysed. Frozen in time. Like a statue. None of this seems to make sense or the point that Elena is trying to make. She really wants to let go of all this just because of missing out on what really matters. When you say it like that, it sounds clearer but it still isn’t right. 

Kamilah finally summons up the courage to speak after a long, unbearable moment of tense silence. “...You’re serious? You wanna let this go because of fear?” 

Elena raises her eyebrows in disbelief. “Fear? No this is about uncertainty and what the hell am I supposed to do if I lose you. That’s the point... I won’t. Because you’re immortal and I’m... now as well, which means we know we have forever while everyone else just has to say the rest of their lives.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re just being paranoid now. Lets focus on giving you control and letting you get rid of the temptation.” Kamilah suggests, a weak smile forming on her lips but it dies from Elena’s next response.

“Oh my god. Enough about the temptation and the control and the hunger and all the lessons. Like it’s too damn much. I hate it. I hate it. I just don’t wanna be...” Elena trails off, afraid to say her next words judging by the boiling anger on Kamilah’s face.

“Go on... say it.” Kamilah dares her.

Elena sighs deeply. “I... I don’t wanna be a vampire. I’d rather die.” And that’s when the most catastrophic thing happens. 

That’s when Elena pulls out a steak from behind her back. 

Kamilah’s dark eyes immediately widen with shock and fear. Her mind goes wild with a frightened feeling and she shakes uncontrollably and she notices the petrified expression crossing Elena’s face, as she points the steak towards her barely beating heart.

She locks eyes with Kamilah and frowns. “I haven’t ate anything. No blood. No nothing. Thought I could starve but it doesn’t end it. It just makes it worse. Turns out this is the only way and... my only choice.” Elena admits, acting as calm as possible but obvious tears continue to spill from her eyes.

Kamilah takes a wary step closer, sobs pooling from her own eyes. “I’m begging you, Lena. Don’t do this. Please. I... I can’t live without you.” She pleads and pleads but nothing seems to work. Elena only seems to become more certain with her decision.

“Like you said, death isn’t an option. It’s a choice.” Elena repeats the words of Kamilah and it only adds to the pain. Guilt tears at her heart strings and she runs her hands hastily through her hair, not sure what to do or how to fix this.

“Stay with me... please.” 

Elena shakes her head in denial. “It’s too late...” Elena trails off, her eyes glancing down at the steak aimed at her heart and it only seems to hit her with realisation that this is really the end. “...I love you, Kamilah Sayeed.” 

Kamilah just sniffs hard, her hands and knees trembling and she can’t believe she’s really watching one of her many loves go... again. 

“...I love you too, Lena.” 

And that’s the last thing said before Elena plunges the steak inside her heart and one blink is all it takes for all that’s left of her to be... ash.

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[cleverbroadwayurl]

Youth (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 4)

Song: Youth by Daughter (also from the Life is Strange franchise try and stop me)

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 

Want More? PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16  PART 17 PART 18  PART 19

Word Count: 2462

A/N: Like I said, the next few parts will take a few days to come out. I am feeling hella better today, so I will probably try to get part 5 done today and post it soon. I am working every day next week, so I will attempt to get some things done soon. I will do my best to keep you updated as much as I can, even if it’s 3 in the morning or something. My goal is still the 22 of August, so everything should be posted by then! I also did decide to add a taglist, so feel free to let me know if you want to be on that! I also saw something that said people from New Jersey like this place called Wawa’s? I did my best to include that (because I go to school in New York and I know how big Wegman’s is, I assumed Wawa’s is similar). 

Trigger Warnings: anxious Jeremy, mediocre boyfriend, self depreciating thoughts

Taglist: @retrogarden 

He wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but you two actually ended up talking for an hour or so. Jeremy double checked that everything was okay with you, and asked about how you’d been since graduation. You replied rather quickly, almost putting his poor response time (due to double checking with Michael on each response) to shame. You also often mirrored his responses, putting one word answers followed by questions in an attempt to keep the conversation going. Jeremy was grateful and shocked that you even wanted to talk to him. He got nervous as the hour went on, however. Your responses kept getting spacier and spacier until you finally said you had to go. You apologized for the way you were acting before saying goodbye to him, and Jeremy was very confused. It was almost like you were trying to be over polite. He pushed the thought away as he gave Michael a high five. This was an accomplishment; Jeremy finally talked to you without stuttering and making a fool of himself.

The next time you two saw each other, it was at Rich’s bonfire. It was shocking that Rich was even having his annual bonfire, but he did it as redemption for what happened a year and a half ago at Jake Dillinger’s Halloween party. Plus, he wanted to invite all of his new friends to a special get together that may have been overly exclusive before. Now was a time of acceptance. They accepted him; he would do the same for them.

And of course, since it’s Rich and he knows a lot of people, not only was the whole SQUIP-Squad invited, but so was your best friend, your boyfriend, and you. Of course, you’d be there with your boyfriend, but Jeremy’s heart did sink a little bit when he didn’t see you arrive as soon as the bonfire started. He had seen somewhere that you picked up a Summer job, one that maybe was perfect for your tastes. However, that job prevented him from seeing you. And while he was happy about your freedom and independence as a person, he did miss your smiling face, even if it was often accompanied by your boyfriend. Jeremy still had to admit, you two were a cute couple.

The party was actually pretty fun. Both Michael and Jeremy were reluctant to go, but it was nice to just sit and talk with some friends. There were snacks and because it was a bonfire, there were of course smores. The group took turns cooking and eating marshmallows over the fire, not a care on anyone’s shoulders. Your boyfriend was asked when you would show, and he just shrugged and switched back to being on his phone for a little bit.

At about 9:30, you showed up, smile on your face and dressed in sweats. You must’ve just gotten off of a shift and went home to change. Jeremy couldn’t help but find beauty in your exhaustion. From your messy hair to the slight bags under your eyes. He couldn’t pull his mind away from picturing your head resting on his shoulder, and you being fast asleep as some lame sitcom plays in the background. He wanted to see his navy cardigan on you so badly, but knew that right now was not the time to confess his feelings.

And through the exhaustion, Jeremy could see a wild light in your eyes as the group decided to play Never Have I Ever. He never saw you as a risk taker, but rebellion ablaze in your eyes, he knew that first impressions of you were merely the surface of your personality. Even though he had been taking notice of you and your habits, this was an entirely new experience with you.

The game started innocently. For some reason, everyone was playing it safe. Jeremy knew why he was playing it safe. Any Never Have I Ever statements from him weren’t embarrassing, and he was trying his best to be discreet with his claps. The one thing he didn’t want to do is ruin is possible chances with you in the future. Not that he wanted you and your boyfriend to break up, but like maybe in the future, if you were willing, Jeremy didn’t want to ruin his chances with you. Even if that meant just being friends.

As the games passed, the statements did get dirtier. Jeremy started sweating for some of the statements and didn’t even clap for others. His numbers just silently went down. But some of the times he didn’t clap were because he wasn’t paying attention to the game. He was watching the light of the bonfire dance on your face and noticed how your demeanor reflected the warmth of the fire. He had never seen you act so extraverted in his life. You were comfortable. You were yourself.

What he really marveled at as the games got dirtier was your lack of judgement. You didn’t care about the numbers that people held up, from Brooke’s 2 to Christine’s 6. You listened and clapped appropriately, excitement flying out with your giggles and statements. You made cute faces at other people, teasingly getting angry at them for making you clap.

A game and a half later, you became quiet. The rebellion in your eyes faltered before disappearing all together. Jeremy’s heart sank. Your fake smile had made a return and your eyes fixated on a single point in the distance. It was almost like you were dissociating but at a very specific point. Fear crept into your features, your face getting paler by the millisecond. He followed your gaze to across the circle. Why were you looking at Chloe like that? Yeah, she wasn’t very nice for years, but she’s better now and working on herself. She apologized and has been making things right for months. Through all the confusion, he decided to look at little beyond the circle.

There it was.

Your boyfriend was staring at you, a look of disapproval on his face. His lip pouted into a frown, his eyes not leaving yours. He had that icy glare that Jeremy recalled from the senior cruise. Jeremy knew how it felt to be stared as if you had done something wrong, even when you weren’t doing anything. That glare seemed familiar to your boyfriend, almost like he had made the same face at you many times before. His friend asked him something, and he turned from you, a smile stretching his lips from the pucker of his frown.

The game finally ended, and Jeremy was going over to say something to you. You needed a friend right now and probably some comfort. But the party was pretty much over and he didn’t want to make things worse between you and your boyfriend. So he let you be your own person.

People were walking around and asking for rides, and Jeremy could hear your boyfriend asking for a ride from you. Now that was a wild thing to hear. Your boyfriend lived in the opposite direction of your house, it would not only be out of your way, but it would be the opposite direction that you needed to go. It was getting late; and Jeremy knew that you had a shift earlier that day. Exhaustion had painted your features before, so asking you for a ride almost seemed…rude.

“I have a flight to catch in like 8 hours and I still have to pack. I don’t have time to drive you home tonight. I’m really sorry,” you responded, voice only slightly wavering.

“Shit, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

Jeremy could practically hear your boyfriend’s eyeroll, but was happy that you stood up for yourself. He took a glance over, not sure why his concern for your safety sky rocketed, and watched your boyfriend desert you in hopes of finding a ride. His eyes lingered as your eyes flicked towards your best friend. It was almost like a secret code, one similar to the way Michael and Jeremy talked around others. Your eyes turned into a way of begging, your best friend staring into your soul with a blank expression. They moved swiftly over to your boyfriend, after about 20 seconds of your secret facial expression language. Your best friend offered him a ride and you thanked her endlessly.

Soon enough, the party goers were leaving, and Michael suggested that he and Jeremy go home. The two walked to Michael’s P.T. Cruiser, Michael jingling his keys in his hands. It almost kept Jeremy from hearing your conversation with your boyfriend. Almost. He couldn’t quite make out the words the two of you said to one another, but as soon as he heard silence between you and your boyfriend happened, Jeremy’s head whipped around so fast Michael thought he’d get whiplash. But as soon as Jeremy’s eyes landed on you two, his heart sunk. Your boyfriend was kissing you. The kiss deepened and Jeremy tore his eyes away. He immediately looked at the pavement and could feel Michael’s hand on his shoulder as the slushie enthusiast unlocked the car. The tall boy couldn’t take PDA between you and your boyfriend right now. It not only broke his heart, but gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed his pride as he climbed into the side of Michael’s passenger seat.

Since it was the summer before everyone went to college, Jeremy thought he’d never see you again. It was at that point that he hoped that somehow you’d connect years later, probably sometime when Jeremy wasn’t such a dork. That’s why he was so surprised to see you at Wawa’s one day in the middle of July. He was there with Jake and Rich to get some snacks for a movie night that would be hosted at Jenna’s house later that night.

Jeremy ran into you trying to grab some chips from the top shelf. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as you attempted to grab the bag; your height not being tall enough to grab ahold of it. You were adorable, lip pouted out in concentration, eyes determined to grab the chip bag, coffee in your other hand. You gave up after what felt like seconds to Jeremy, he could watch you being absolutely cute for hours, if not, days. You began to turn away, or maybe looking for a way to climb the shelves without getting caught.

“I can get that bag for you, if you want,” Jeremy said, walking quickly towards you. You smiled that amazing smile, the one that made Jeremy’s heart melt. He grabbed the bag with ease. His hands were just a little sweaty, and he prayed that you wouldn’t notice.

You took the bag, smile only growing wider. “Thank you so much, Jeremy.”

“You’re welcome,” he managed to say without a stutter. “I’ll see you later,” Jeremy smiled before walking off to meet up with Jake and Rich.

“Yeah, Jeremy I’ll see you around!” You mirrored his actions before walking up to the front to pay.

He found Rich and Jake pretty quickly about that encounter. Jeremy felt like he was moving at the speed of light, everything was zooming by in soft focus. You had talked to him. You had been sweet and nice and treated him like a human being. You were grateful for his presence and his help, even if it seemed like you didn’t need it at first. It was almost domestic, it was something Jeremy wanted with you. He could practically picture getting glasses for you from the top shelf of cabinets and going grocery shopping with you. He wanted that.

But as soon as he realized that he wanted that, his head altered the image. He wouldn’t get that. Your boyfriend probably did that for you already. You two probably watched movies together, he probably got glasses down for you, you two probably play video games every Saturday and live quite a domestic life outside of school. You two were close, no doubt about it. In the last year, it seemed like you two spent the most time with one another. Actually he couldn’t recall a time that he saw you two apart other than classes and this encounter at Wawa’s with you. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he was jealous or if it was actually strange that you two didn’t spend much time apart.

“Earth to Jeremy, come in Jeremy,” Rich laughed and nudged his friend.

“Whatcha thinking about, dude?” Jake teased.

A blush grew on Jeremy’s face, his eyes darting down to the floor.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” Rich asked, keeping his voice low.

“Shut up, Rich.”

“Dude, you should tell them how you feel.”

“Yeah, Jake? And how would I do that? They’re still with their boyfriend. And we’re going off to college this Fall.”

“True, but you never know, Heere.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Rich and Jake just didn’t get it. Yeah, you two had problems, but every couple does. When he was dating Christine, they had problems, even before they broke up. Hell, he and Christine had problems before they even got together. But that didn’t mean you two were going to break up. You and your boyfriend had been together for a long time, almost a year if his mental math was correct. He was sure that any problems the two of you had, both of you would work past them.

“Maybe ask them to hang out the next time to see them,” Jake suggested, breaking Jeremy out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, the worst they can say is no, right?” Rich added.

“I guess you’re right. I do it the next time I see them.”

“You can text them, right?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t feel right to me,” Jeremy said.

“I give you credit for that, dude. Let’s bounce, Jenna’s probably waiting for us,” Rich said before making his way to the checkout.

In reality, Jeremy thought he got out of asking you out because he said he would do it in person. He was sure that he’d never see you again. Yeah, you two had the same circle of friends, but, again, it was rare to see you alone. And he couldn’t ask you out if you were standing right next to your boyfriend. And why were Rich and Jake so set on him asking you out? He knows for a fact that they’re both against the idea of cheating, so why in the world would they push him to ask you out? Maybe they meant as a friend thing. Yeah, they meant you two should be friends first and then if something happens, he could make his move, right?

#jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine #bmc x reader #bmc imagine #be more chill imagine #be more chill x reader

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Cursed Spell

A/N - I was going to write a abunch of fics, but I made this one hella long and got into such a groove so this is all I wrote tonight. I hope you all enjoy this Supernatural fic (which I do not want to receive any more prompts on) and have a fantastic day. Thank you @tickletober2017 for holding this fun event for me to have an excuse to write! 

Word Count: 1,567

        Enchantress.

        Long hair made of the autumn leaves, eyes composed of the finest emerald. Black smoke surrounded her eyes, pluming from the bonfire scorching from her lips. She had him, trapped, just where she needed him. Jaw unhinging, a python ready for its meal. Lower jaw extended flat against her throat, razors protruding in in complete disorder. Pupils slitting, fingers hooked into sickles.

       “Noradamus atrimina ingdarim suffcubu!”

        Flies swarmed his body, the open wounds resonating the sweetest scent of carrion. Legs scrambling, just strong enough to carry the weak body. Feathers shuffled behind, battered, and broken. Saliva dribbling down a stubbled chin, a concoction mixed with dirt and blood. Eyes bright red, a vile high off a near death experience. Clothes torn, barely clutching to the sweat coated body. Knees giving out, falling hard against the hard ground. Body following suit, torso crashing down with a bounce. Head laying on its side, eyes glassy and blank. Shattered wings crumpled around the man, encasing him with a poor shelter. Winter’s frost came early that year, nipping at the exposed skin, threatening to eat away the flesh. A door creaked open, two heads peered out, a tsunami of urgency washing over the duo as they rushed outside, retrieving the broken angel, saving the broken angel.

        Orange zest and a hint of passion fruit, the smell wafted throughout the small room, stirring the man away. Near translucent blue eyes flickered open, no sense of time just yet. The world was bright, clean, new. An organ played in another room, inorganic, played through a speaker, the slightest hitch in the audio file. The man was splayed out on something soft, light enough to sink his body into, to float on a cloud of nothingness. A violet mug sat across the room, a puff of steam wavering off the top, the liquid within just removed from its boil. Hand outstretched, a sudden thirst biting at his throat. A twinge of pain, flowing from one muscle to the next, an electric charge surging throughout the body. An elaborate pain, blinding pain, vision going blurry, dark. A movement before his eyes, an arm darting across his view, mug brought forward. Tilted back, searing liquid washed down his throat, much needed, much welcomed.

      “Your wings are out,” Freckled face lowered, tilted as the mug retreated. A low cough, the cobwebs detailing his esophagus now washed away, no idea how long he had been out. “They’ll probably heal if you retract them.”

      “I can’t, she placed a spell on me,” The man thought, hands tapping away at the bed as if typing the words out. His throat was still dry, the hot tea not yet loosening the vocal chords. The slight glimmer of hope in the other man’s eyes displayed some sort of understanding. He withdrew, a slight smile accompanied by a nod.

       “I’ll go get Sam. I bet he can help you,” The broken man was left alone once again, the temperature of the room slipping to a chill. The feathered wings twitched, the blood having been washed away while he was unconscious. A clock on the wall indicated the time: a quarter pass noon. The marked calendar hung in the other room, no way for him to learn the day until he could move once again. His position was growing uncomfortable, the sprawl on his stomach, wings splayed out to both sides, supported by tables. His ribs throbbed, lungs beginning to beg him to shift around.

       “Hey, Cas,” The man returned with a taller man, Sam. He held a book in hand, a book they were all too familiar with. He looked exhausted, both wearing black shadowy rings around their eyes and slack jaws. “Do you remember the curse she said?”

       “Yes,” Cas thought, a stern nod as his mouth failed him once again. His eyes found the mug, a slight nod back and tea returned to his aching throat. “Noradamus atrimina ingdarim suffcubu.”

       “Well, at least you can speak again,” Sam said, flipping through the musty pages, having little idea where this spell would be. “You can’t retreat your wings?”            “No,” Cas replied, a dry croak, hating the weakness in his voice. “Though, I don’t think she did anything else to me.”

           “Well, you’re not growing any extra limbs or anything,” Dean drawled, an attempt to humor the angel. Cas let out a huff of a laugh, pushing his hands deep into the mattress, an attempt to sit up. This attempt was ceased quickly, a firm hand pressed against his back, right between the wings. The mixture of surprise and pain caused his body to limp, falling back onto his chest. “Don’t move, Cas. It’ll only make your injuries worse.”

           “I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’s for your own good,” Sam said, eyes fixated on the pages flipping by. “We need to let the broken bones mend until we can get you to withdraw them again. And, wait. I think I found it. Um…hm…it looks like the counter measures require drinking this concoction and having a lot of sleep.”

           “Not too hard,” Dean smiled, uncharacteristically stroking one of Cas’s wings, not used to seeing them out. The angel nearly jolted from the bed, arms retreating against his ribs. His breath hitched, a startled cough leading to a sharp pain in the lungs. “Woah, there. What the hell was that?”

           “An apparent sensitivity of the wings it seems,” Cas admitted, a slight shrug. No need to hide anything in this position. “It could be compared to, hm…what you humans do to each other. Um, the hip thing you have, Dean.”

           “You’re ticklish?” Dean asked, skipping around parts of the statement. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

           “I had assumed after taking possession of this vessel, though my wings have no correlation to it. Quite puzzling, to say the least,” Cas said, shivering as Dean ran a hand down the wing. “It’s such a strange sensation, isn’t it?”

           “Hey, Sam. Go make the drink for Cas here,” Dean glanced up at his brother, a curl of the lips. “I’ll stay here and keep him company.”

           “Just don’t kill him,” Sam let out a sigh of amusement, turning on his heels, taking the near empty mug with him. A wave of concern overcame Cas as he craned his neck, watching Dean’s fingers hover over his wings. He had watched Sam and Dean have these little fights before, making each other laugh by grabbing and touching certain places of the body. Now, it was his turn to learn what these fights truly felt like.

           Overall, it was a pleasant feeling, the fingers swirling around his feathery wings. His fingers were like little electric shock, sending a sensation throughout his body, a specific expression of the central nervous system. It was as if something had taken over his body, something possessing his mind, forcing him to smile, forcing him to laugh. It was incredibly odd, though still pleasant. The jittery feeling, the tugging of his lips, the hysterics he quickly fell into. It was all so lovely, but confusing. Cas was never one to laugh, no one in the Bunker laughed often. What was there to laugh over when the world was so full of darkness? But now, as Dean’s fingers danced along the upper curve of his wings, it was like a temporary erasure to all evil, a mindwipe of all dreadful things, all replaced with a giddy joy. This sensation felt so good, so right after such terrible events the previous night, or whenever that was. For this beautiful moment, the world consisted of nothing but pure bliss and loud laughter.

           “How’s he doing?” Sam asked, reentering the room after who knows how long. What felt like a quick minute, a heavy eternity, a brief moment, a forever long event, had now come to a close. His laughter died down, the ringing of bells slowing. Dean’s fingers had lifted, a little hum of appreciation, enjoying Cas’s laughter as much as Cas enjoyed laughing. Both parties benefitted, both gained something great in the time Sam was working. “He sounds a lot better. Hope you didn’t mess up his vocal chords.”

           “Oh well,” Dean shrugged before being pushed to the side by Sam. Sam flashed a warm smile, offering Cas the drink.

           “It’ll probably taste like skunk piss, but it’ll heal you right up,” Sam said as the sickly sweet-smelling drink had passed through Cas’s lips. It was true, the drink did taste disgusting, but it was necessary. After everything he had gone through, the cursed spell stripping a basic ability from him, he needed it.

           “Thank you,” The brothers stood together, knowing they needed to let him rest some more if the counteraction were to take place. “Both of you.”

           “See you in the morning, Cas,” Dean said, a quick nod as they both exited, shutting the door behind them. The lights were shut off, leaving the angel alone to his thoughts. It had taken a few moments to finally drift off to sleep, but when it happened, the moments of being tickled and pure bliss filled his dreams, a large smile spread across his face when he awoke later that evening, his wings fully retracted. Cas knew it would take some time to fully recover, but when he did, he was going to receive more tickles, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

#tickle fic #tickletober #day 9 I think #supernatural #rose writes #ticklish!cas

[taesbetch]

But I Don’t Like Bacon

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (ish)

Word Count: 2,006

You narrowed your eyes as you watched your long-time enemy byun Baekhyun. He was sitting a couple of tables away from you reading his textbook intensely. That’s not the part that annoyed you.

No, it was the crowd of girls watching him from outside the library windows as if an angel had just floated down from heaven.

And what made it even worse, was that he loved it. Ohhh god the boy was reveling in the attention he was getting.

He loved playing with their feelings and then dropping them as if they were nothing.

One of your best friends happened to be one of the girls he played; but yet she still pined after him. It's almost as if the hatred she should have felt traveled to you, amplifying you need to end him.

you were currently sitting at 2nd in your year levels ranking. Guess who the fuck was first.

Yep. Baekhyun.

Its like everything you did he was there and doing it better than you. Your vice captain, he's captain.

Your team managed to win regionals for soccer, his team won nationals.

You're pretty popular, but he is a walking god.

“Y/N your glaring again” your best friend sighed as she continued to write notes in her notepad.

“opps, didn’t notice” you said as you ripped your eyes from the devil and continued studying.

“aren’t your families close?” she asked as she moved on to researching on the internet. You sighed remembering that you families were planning a joint get away from the summer holidays.

“Yep! i have to see him every day, do you realise that I see him more than I see my own mother” you ranted as you placed your pencil down and sighed frustrated.

You best friend just shook her head before she looked up to give him a glance. You watched as her face quickly changed from longing to shock.  

She quickly dove her sight back down into her books as she continued to write.

You looked up to see the meaning of the sudden movement. That’s when you saw Baekhyun making his way to your table.

You rolled your eyes before slouching back in your chair ready to hear the bullshit fall out of his mouth.

“hey yuju” he said addressing your friend and completely ignoring you.

She blushed intensely as she tried to find the words to say to him.

“go away” you answered as she continued to sort out her shit. Baekhyun’s smile dropped before he slowly turned his face towards you.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you” he said as he folded his arms in annoyance.

“and you think I care” you said as you tilted your head to the side narrowing your eyes again back in his direction.

You best friend looked between you and him with worry as the tension between the both of you was building. An argument was making its way up your throats but before it could happen she spoke.

“did you want something?” yuju asked quickly.

Baekhyun gave you one last glare before turning his attention back towards her.

“I was just wondering if you would like to come to my party tonight, I was able to get the keys to the pent house of my flat complex, the whole year level is going to be there” he said before flashing her with his signature smile.

Yuju looked at you, searching your face for approval or disappointment or any kind of emotion.

A)   You don’t want to go to his stupid as party anyway

B)    You hate parties

C)   You hate him

But if she wants to go you cant stop her, but you definitely don’t approve.

“ill think about it…and if I do come, it’ll only be with Y/N” she said as she looked between us. Baekhyun looked horrified. He was not one to be negotiated with but if he want what I thought he wanted (some booty) then he was going to agree.

He groaned before eventually nodding his head.

You rolled your eyes as you watched him walk away, the crowd of girls waiting for him outside started freaking out and dispersed as soon as he opened the door

You kicked your shoes off as you entered your room, your bag quickly found its way too the ground and you phone quickly found its self calling yuju.

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“I CAN’T BELIVE BAEKHYUN INVITED ME TO HIS PARTY! DO YOU THINK HE WANTS TO REKINDLE OUR FLING?” she screamed through the phone.

You sighed before continuing to talk to your friend.

“hey be careful alright…like we both know what kind of person he is” you said as you heard her shuffling around her room.

“yer yer, hey I'm going to go early alright, ill see you there” she squealed before hanging up the phone.

You huffed in annoyance before laying down on your bed relaxing your tensed muscles.

Maybe you should just stay home…Baekhyun doesn’t want you there, your friend will be too busy trying to get his attention. So, what’s the point…

You and Baekhyun used to be really good friends, your parents were best friends so naturally, you spent a lot of time together.

It wasn’t until around middle school when you started to loathe him, maybe it was because he started to ignore you? You technically weren’t cool enough for him back then.

You remembered that he had tried to rekindle your relationship with you a couple times. But of course, you being the stubborn bitch that you are rejected him.

And you also tried to rekindle things, but of course, his stubborn ass rejected you right back.

Then the both of you kind of gave up…

You shook off the thought of Baekhyun before deciding to just stop being a lil bitch and go to the party.

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It was hella loud.

And I mean hella loud.

The floor was basically vibrating from the bass of the music and you might have been mistaken but the walls were basically shaking.

you wore a short red silky dress and your naturally wavy hair was let down. You felt good and you looked good too.

As you walked through the crowds of people trying to find your best friend you saw Baekhyun and his group of friends at the back of the room, drinking and laughing loudly.

Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives, and it would be a lie if you said that the energy of the room wasn’t affecting you.

You decided to give up looking for Yuju and that the dance floor is where you should be.

As the song played and peoples bodies were moving to the beat you started swaying your hips to the rhythm not really paying attention to the people around you.

The dance floor started filling up with people as the beat of the music slowed down, it was that time of the night.

Random hands had found their way to your hips; as your body rolled you felt their body pressed against yours. Usually, this is where you would slap whoever was invading your space away.

But tonight, you wanted to have some fun.

You felt his member harden against your ass as friction was being created between the two of you.

“what the fuck do you think your doing”

You looked forward to seeing Baekhyun standing in front of you; his arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. Instead of the glare being directed towards you, he was glaring at the horny boy behind you.

You rolled your eyes before removing yourself from your dance partner; the mood had just been killed.

Baekhyuns eyes remained on the stranger as he sighed and walked off to find some other girl who was the same level of horny he was.

“whats your problem?” you asked angrily as he stalked closer towards you.

He said nothing. Before you could scream at him in annoyance he grabbed your wrist harshly before swerving on his heels and dragging you away from the party.

You struggled against his grip as he pushed you into the bedroom next to the main one.

“what the fuck do you want! If you're so mad, ill just leave?!” you shouted as you tried to push past him. He pushed you roughly making you fall back onto the floor.

As you let out a pained groan he swiftly locked the door before taking a deep breath in, his back was turned towards you.

“Why do you always do this to me” he breathed out softly as you stood up from your previous position.

“what the fuck are you talking about” you muttered as you rubbed your probably bruised ass.

“you always glare at me, always give me attitude, always reject me. And It drives me insane” he whined as he turned around to you. Instead of the anger, you saw in his eyes before; they were filled with desperation.

“All I’ve ever wanted was you Y/N, but every time you just keep pushing me away” he growled as hunger dripped from his voice.

You took slow steps back as he walked towards you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad and it was written all over his face.

And judging by the way his voice was making your body react; you wanted him too.

As your back hit the wall Baekhyun placed his hands on either side of your body as his eyes were fixated to your lips.

“But tonight, you're mine” he whispered. His lips flew to yours like magnets.

You grabbed his shirt as his tongue skillfully entered your mouth, his hand trailed up your thigh as you opened your legs a little, letting him press his body closer to yours.

You pushed him backward lightly, leading him in the direction of the bed.

As he fell backward you eyed the hard boner that was begging for your attention.

You straddled him quickly as he tried to pull of your dress; you slapped his hands away before smirking down at him.

“Patience baek” you said before sending him a wink. He groaned impatiently before you slowly started to grind against him.

The friction caused by his jeans caused soft moans to escape your lips as the thinnest of your underwear let your core take the majority of it.

Baekhyun groaned repeatedly as he clutched your hips tightly, he tried to make you go fast but you continued at your pace.

“Y/N- baby, please go faster” he moaned as his face twisted with agony, the pace was killing him and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You had Baekhyun in the palm of your hand.

You decided to comply and picked up the pace of your grinding. Both you and baekhyuns moaned started getting louder and more frequent as the pressure of the grinding had also been increased.

As your stomach started to bubble you decided that now was the perfect time.

You stood up off Baekhyun leaving him confused to the sudden loss of contact.

“What happened?! Why’d you stop!?” he whined clearly upset that you stopped grinding which means he probably wouldn’t be able to actually have sex with you.

“What? You think you can just treat me like shit and then suddenly confess you don’t hate me and id fuck you?” you asked calmly as you fixed up your hair.

Baekhyun looked at a loss for words as he stared at you in shock.

“B-but it was the truth” he muttered softly.

“I know, and I’m willing to work on this, but it won’t be that easy” you shrugged as you collected yourself hormone wise.

“You liked it” he said as he stood up and started fixing himself up too.

“maybe, but I don’t like bacon” you said before patting his chest and walking out of the room.

You couldn’t help the smile that covered your face, you didn’t really know where your relationship with Baekhyun would go but you knew it’d be an exciting journey.

(A/N sorry if it was bad! I got a little lost with where I was taking this one, but anywho I hope you enjoyed a little bit of it :) )

#byun baekhyun #byun bacon #baekhyun #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun smut #baekhyun scenario #bakehyun imagine #exo smut scenario #exo fluff #exo #exo baekhyun #exo imagine #exo scenarios

[almighty-avenger]

Waiting - Peter Parker

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The reader is concerned about Peter coming back to her after fighting crime all day. This causes her to think of the night they started talking and forming their bond.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, a sweet kiss

Words: 4480

A/N: This is my first imagine so please be kind. It is a bit long but PLEASE bear with me. I worked hard on it.

KEEP IN MIND:

The regular writing is present time

The slanted writing is a flashback

Enjoy my loves <3

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Waiting. It’s an agonizing feeling. To expect outcomes of situations that you have no idea how to decipher or understand.

You weren’t patient, you never were and you couldn’t be now. Especially not now, at a moment like this.

But, yet, here you were, still waiting.

The remaining question: How will this all end?

11:37 p.m. the clock presented.

Exhaling a frustrated sigh of defeat, you roll over on your mattress, eyes burning of fatigue. Your body craved desperately to drift off, into the land of slumber where you could escape your thoughts, your worries, your fears but your stubbornness remained tall and strong-like a cement wall.

How could you sleep when he was still out there?

You gaze out the tall window that was feet away from your bed, its glass sprinkled with raindrops from earlier precipitation. Outside, it led right out to the fire escape where he would usually arrive to slip into your room. Gazing out the window now, you reminded yourself to buy some plants and flowers to add some beauty outside your window. You’ve been meaning to do it for weeks now.  

As you kept staring, you search for a looming shadow or listen for a delicate tap against the glass, anything that signaled that he was here. That he had come back to you, that he was safe. You could never truly sleep soundly unless you knew for certain that he was okay.

Who were you waiting for?

Peter Parker, that’s who.

A.K.A Spiderman

A.K.A your best friend    

A.K.A the love of your life

Your head buries itself into your soft pillow as you think of him, your cheeks warming as you picture his tousled chocolate locks, sparkling brown eyes and heart thumping smile. The damn kid made you feel like the zoo escaped in your stomach whenever you locked eyes and you hated/loved him for it.

You both met last year, when you moved to Queens as a sophomore. At the time, Peter was identified as “The Dude You Had 30 Second Small Talk with in Chemistry Class” and those “conversations” you two shared were rare, usually right before your teacher started her lecture.

Like, the occasional: “Hey, did you read the chapters last night for Chem?”

Or: “Your poem in the literary magazine was real good, Y/N!”  

Or, ironically: “I saw Spiderman swing above me on my way to school… coolest thing I’ve seen all week!”

But, sadly, you both merely classified as acquaintances to one another.

Until…

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Last Year, Halloween at 11:37 p.m.

Your eyes bore into the back of your friend, Jess, her lengthy golden hair whipping from side to side as she sprints to the door ahead. You didn’t bother to keep up with her, no matter how freezing your body felt in the frigid wind. The brisk air whips against your stockings in a brutal manner and it was then, that you wish you wore pants to this party instead of your moderately short black dress. It was practically November. You trudge through the decaying grass as you cut through the lawn, arms crossed over your chest, crunching leaves under your Doc Martins.

Reaching the door, were are welcomed with a gust of warmth along with the scent of sweat and weed.

“Ah, refreshing…” you mutter under your breath, while rolling your eyes.

Scanning the perimeter for Jess, you spot her by the stairs, many feet away, chatting with her other friends. Anxiety kept your feet planted by the entrance as you watched them speak to one another. Her friends were not your own, only strangers that you glanced at politely in the in the hallways or had exchanged three words with during your month at Midtown. Despite your discomfort, you walked on toward them, mentally giving your anxiety the middle finger since it had kept you from doing so many other things in your life.

You’re only two steps into walking forward until Jess turns and dashes up the stairs, as if she were the roadrunner and you were the coyote.

What the fuck…

Huffing out in frustration, you make a beeline to the snack table close by, not in the mood to follow her again. You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, you weren’t going to follow her around like a lost puppy.

She’ll be back. She can’t leave me alone at a time like this…

Your mind attempts to reassure you but it didn’t ease the rapid thud of your heart.

You could do this, but not alone.

Fifteen minutes later, you were still attached to the table as if it were your best friend. You occupied your time by looking down at your phone, chomping on chocolate pretzels and frowning at anyone who gave you an amused smirk.

Right then, a group of upperclassmen made agonizing eye contact with you a few feet away. The girls attempted to be discreet about their staring but failed, the giggles they tried to hide with their hands giving them away. You glare into their posse circle until they get intimidated and look away, embarrassed.

You sigh out sadly as the last stare glances away. The brave face you masked on before the party was faltering into a look of pure insecurity.

You thought you could be brave.

You thought you could handle this but the anxiety was overpowering you.

Why the hell where you still here? What was the point?

You had your doubts coming here but Jess had begged you to come, had encouraged you, had basically dragged you here and then left you alone. Alone. At a party. After she promised to stay with you all night. It was social suicide, especially due to the situation you were in now. Clenching your fists in anger, you started for the door until a familiar face stopped you.

Sweet relief seeped within your chest.  

“Hey! Curly Twirly!” you call, grinning, as you spot Michelle’s curly, wild hair from afar. That was the nickname you had given her yourself. She was the first friend you made at school, having been assigned together for an activity in one of your classes. She always managed to make you laugh in the dullest situations and although she’d never admit it, the walls she built over her exterior seemed to crumble whenever you two spoke.

She was wearing an orange shirt with the word ‘COSTUME’ printed on the front. You smirk at her irrefutable wittiness. Why the hell didn’t you think of that?

Her head turned toward you at the sound of her nickname and that was when you noticed the unsettling look of agony in her eyes. You only caught a slim glimpse of that look until she masked it with a plastered smirk. Something was up, you knew because the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Y/N, thank the Black Widow you came to this lame ass party…” she calls.

You widen your eyes at her sentence, getting caught off guard. Even though you two were friends, M.J. never said something like that to you before or…anyone really.

She approaches you, gazing at your outfit with extreme focus.

“Spectacular costume, Wednesday Adams is one of my role models.” she smirks.

You were dressed in a black dress with a peter-pan collar, black stockings, Doc Martins and had tied your hair into two braids. Boom. Behold, your costume.

“Shocker…” you say, the sarcasm clear in your voice. If Wednesday Adams were a real person, she and M.J. would be BFF’s.

“I’m surprised you’re here…” she admits, swiping a plastic cup from the beverage table and filling it with punch. The punch was obviously spiked, the cup she filled reeked of alcohol- vodka probably. You cringe as the cup comes too close to your nose for comfort, the intense scent still making you sick to your stomach.

“I thought people were still giving you shit?” she asks, sipping her beverage.

“They are,” you admit. You roll your eyes but not at her, at the assholes around you who continued to talk about you in front of your face.

“Yet, you still came?” one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows arch.

“I wanted to prove that they couldn’t get to me, but I don’t think I’m fooling anyone…” you truthfully confess.

You wished so badly to not give a shit, but you did.

“Hey…” she nudges her shoulder into yours. “You fooled me…”

You smile graciously. She had been one of the few people who didn’t judge you based on that stupid video.

“Besides,” she huffs, frowning. “Fuck what other people think. They don’t know jack-shit about you…” she continues. “This is just another ‘Midtown Mini Drama’. It’ll be forgotten in a week.”

“Thanks M.J…” you mumble. “God, I’d so rather be in bed with a book right now…” you admit, shamelessly to her. You knew she would understand, the girl had her nose in a book 24/7.

“Amen, sister.” she mutters as she tips her face back, draining her drink down in a one gulp. You cringe instantaneously, again, nearly tasting the bitterness in your mouth as you watch her. You were glad you were sticking to you lemonade and pretzels tonight.  

“What the damn hell?” M.J. bluntly utters, causing you to snort in amusement. Your eyes followed to where hers were fixated- the entrance of the party to where Ned Leeds and Peter Parker were standing.

WTF?

“Twice in one month? That’s monumental.” you murmured in her ear as you both continue to gaze at the spot the two boys were standing. It was true that they didn’t come to many parties, only attending one bash weeks ahead of time that a girl named Liz had hosted.

You study the costumes of the two boys and notice both dressed as Star Wars characters. You recognize Ned to be Obi Wan Kenobi with his white tunic, white pants, belt and brown robe along with Peter as Darth Vader, dressed black from the neck downward and the iconic mask he held in his hands.

You smirked at their choice of attire, these dudes where hella cool.

As they linger throughout the monumental house, they came upon the snack table several minutes later where M.J. and you were still standing. They approached you as M.J. was gulping down the spiked punch as if she were dying of monumental thirst while you were inhaling the snack table like you were a vacuum on supersonic mode. (Especially the chocolate covered pretzels. Yum.)

Peter locks eyes with you and graciously delivers a soft smile when you have about six pretzels in your mouth. Embarrassed, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand and give him a wave with the other. You realized at that moment, under the neon flickering lights how cute he really was. Why you noticed now? You had no idea.

“Evening, ladies…” Ned suavely greets as he approaches MJ and you with Peter by his side. You swallow the pretzels painfully, not having the chance to chew every single one as you prepare to speak.

“Hey guys,” you smile, brightly. “Having fun?”

As the two boys begin to reply, M.J. cut them off.

“I wouldn’t decipher this party with the word ‘fun’.” she quips, her tone laced with boredom.

“That’s because you’re still sober…” you tease, mimicking her past action by bumping your shoulder with hers.

“This is why I keep you around…” she smirks, once again.

She turns away from you and the boys, back to the table to refill her cup, yet again. You stare at her, growing even more worried and mentally cursing yourself for the sentence you had just said. This was already her fifth cup.  Why was she drowning herself in alcohol? You wouldn’t be as concerned if she was a regular partier but this behavior wasn’t normal.

“What are you doing?” you ask, stepping slightly closer and setting a hand on her shoulder.

“Getting shit-faced.” she responds, blankly. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do at parties?”

“She has a point…” Ned adds, from the side. You spot Peter hit him in the arm with your peripheral vision.

“You know what I mean…” you whisper in her face. “Why are you drinking so much? Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” she bites, her eyes narrowing. “Leave it alone.” she harshly whispers.

“MJ, talk to-”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Y/N.” she barks at you over the music, glaring at you with so much intimidation it made you feel small and insecure. “Just, leave me alone.” she continues, the same cold tone latched within her words. She never spoke to you that harshly before.

Usually, for you, whenever you got into an argument with someone, you were quick witted and decently sly but as for right now, you were speechless.

It was harder to stand up to your friends rather than your enemies.

Before you had the chance to regain the strength to argue back, she whips around and stalks away to another room, taking her drink with her. You watch her back until it disappears and release a sigh. You desperately wanted to go after her but you didn’t want to smother her and possibly get her even angrier at you. She obviously didn’t want to be near you, hence her walking away…

The music begun to kick in to a louder beat, muffling the voices of other party-goers surrounding you. You could barely hear yourself think, the pounding music thumping throughout the walls was distracting. The room felt even more clustered and full, causing you to sweat and pull at the collar of your dress.

“–Okay?”

You whip your head to your right to where Peter was standing, closer than he was before. He was staring at you, pure curiosity swimming in his orbs. His eyes- so gentle and welcoming, looking at them had you feeling calmer. He was the warm fire in a rainstorm.

“What?” you dumbly utter. The damn music was causing your hearing to dysfunction, it was drowning everything out, even your own damn thoughts.

“You–Okay?”  

The words were hard to understand over the bumping but you could read his lips. You smile sadly at him. He was such a sweet guy, he barely even knew you and here he was, asking that question. He could have easily walked off moments ago, escaping the awkward banter between you and Michelle but here he was.

“Yeah, thanks.” You nod, smiling gratefully. “I should probably just give her space…”

He mimics your nod, agreeing with you. You glance at your surroundings and realize Ned was nowhere to be seen. Huh, where the hell did the dude go?

“–Seventy three?” You heard the number he mumbled but once again, you didn’t hear the full sentence.

“Sorry, what?” you laugh, awkwardly.

“Did­–? Seventy three?”

Ugh, this fucking music. It wasn’t even a good song either…

Clenching your jaw in frustration, you exhale. You wanted to chop the DJ’s head off.

“WHAT?” you yell, leaning in closer toward him, so close that you could see the purple and pink hue of his lips. (They looked soft…)

“DID. YOU. DO. CHEM. YET?” he bellows. His voice and face was still friendly even when he was screaming in your face. He was talking about the chemistry homework that had been assigned. You were to read page seventy-three in your textbook and complete the five paged packet that was due Monday. You haven’t even started yet.

“Oh!” you realize. “Uh…no, not yet.” you confess, yelling, slightly ashamed since Peter probably already finished it. That kid was an absolute wizard with anything science related. He had the highest grade in class, no doubt. He nods in understanding, looking away then back to you again, as if he wanted to say something.

“I–I can give it to–”

“Do you want to go outside?!” you yell, interrupting him. You would be able to hear everything he said to you out there. Besides, the pot in the air was getting stronger, giving you a headache.

He only stares at you, blankly.

“WHAT?” he shrieks.

You already get the answer you need. You turn around, latching onto his wrist and lead him out the door with you. You felt your cheeks grow hot at the sudden gesture, you just grabbing him and leading him away but you couldn’t deny the giddy pound in your chest.

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Lifting your head up from the pillow with sonic speed, your eyes blink rapidly. You zero in on the time displayed on your cable box that rested on your dresser.

2:34 a.m.

Shit.

You had fallen asleep.

Breathing heavily, you struggle to remain calm. You stumble out of bed to your window, leaning your head against the cool glass. You gaze out, scanning the fire escape as if he would magically appear in that moment. Peter has never been this late, ever.

What if something happened?

You stand motionless for a moment, the light patter of rain against the roof and the pounding drum of your heart the only noises you could hear. Scrambling for your phone seconds later, you dial the digits you have ingrained in your brain.

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Last Year, Halloween at 12:41 p.m.

“So?” you ask, leaning in slightly closer towards him in curiosity. “How was your first drink?”

“Terrible…” Peter winces, scrunching his face up in the cutest way possible as he crumples the plastic cup in is fist. He gulped down the whole drink in one sitting and you were impressed since this was his first time drinking. He had gotten some punch in the house before coming outside with you.

“Tastes like piss, right?” you ask.

“Like piss…” he agrees.

You giggle like a child as he stares off into space, blinking slowly and gazing off in wonder, a dazed look on his face. One of your eyebrows arch.

“Oh my god…” you breathe. “Are you already buzzed?”

Silence.

“Maaaybe?” he gets out, his voice slightly high-pitched at the end, making you cackle like a hyena.

“You are such a lightweight, you’re adorable.” you gush.

The words sprang out of you and it caused a small blush to ignite across his cheeks. Peter glances down at his high-tops bashfully, a tiny grin lacing his lips. While looking at him, you painfully resist the urge to leap in front of him and squish his cheeks with your fingers. God, he was so cute.  

“Um–I–I…uh…” he stutters.

“Peter, calm down.” You smile. “I’m just teasing.” Your body shakes with laughter again at his painfully awkward stuttering.

You and Peter were currently sitting side by side against a tree outside the house. Although there was still a slight chill in the air, the temperature outside had gotten slightly warmer, leaving you refreshed and cool.

Some others from the party even came outside as well, one pair came out to lay on the lawn to stare at the stars or some came just to walk around in the cool air and drink with their fellow friends.    

It had been about half an hour since you two had been hanging out with each other. You talked about school or the randomness of your daily lives. During those 30 minutes, you came to learn that Peter was a total cinnamon roll and you adored the way he talked to you.

As you glance toward the monumental home, you are reminded of M.J. The agony in her eyes, her strange behavior, the excessive drinking.

“I should check on M.J…” you say, out loud.

“Good idea,” Peter nods. “I’ll come with.”

You rise from the grass quickly and look down at Peter in amusement, who seemed to be struggling to stand. You giggle painfully to yourself as you help him up, both of your hands gripping on his surprisingly muscular biceps. Damn, what was he hiding under all those layers?

You steady him as he rises.

“Thanks, Y/N…” he flushes.

“Anytime,” you grin.

As you start to walk up the lawn, toward the door, a heavy arm slings over your shoulder, halting you. The monstrous weight nearly pushes half of your body downward and a horrid stench of body odor slaps you like whiplash as it emits from the strangers armpit.

“What the fu-” you speak out, scrunching your face up in annoyance and disgust. You nudge the body off you and turn to face the unknown male.

He’s stocky and much taller than you, with dark hair and a lazy smile. He held a beer bottle in his big fingers and was dressed as a Yankee baseball player.

“Can I help you?” you angrily spit. You didn’t like being touched by guys you didn’t know. Who the hell does?

“You don’t remember me?” the tall boy grins, taking a step closer toward you.

You take a grand step back, too grand however, because you collide into Peter’s chest. With this amount of proximity, you get a whiff of Peter’s scent- laundry detergent, pine and deodorant.

Sweet mama, you could sniff that boy all day like a flower.

“You really don’t remember me?” the random tall boy asks again, snapping you back to reality.

“Clearly.” you snarl, not in the mood to deal with any self-righteous pigs tonight.

“Y/NNNNNN!” a girl shrieks into the air in excitement, causing you, Peter and the stranger to jump in horror. Seconds later, two arms sling over your shoulders in a crushing hug, forcing Peter to back away from you. Hot vodka breath fans in your face and you shut your eyes painfully, cringing.

“Where have you been?” Jess laughs in your ear while she squeezes you painfully.

“You tell me,” you flatly reply, frowning at your friend that had abandoned you all night. You shrug her arms off your shoulder. “You’re the one who ditched me.”

Her eyes roll in annoyance, making you even angrier. “Don’t be so dramatic…” she mocks.

More people linger around the tree that you and Peter once occupied alone. Most of these people were Jess’s friends and some were random strangers. They all circulate around you, making you uncomfortable. You catch Peter standing side by side among them, looking timid himself.

“Whatever,” you huff. “I’m leaving.”

“What? No!” she begs, her manicured fingers latching onto your arm. “I got Brandon to come and see you!” she explains, excitedly.

“Who the hell is Brandon?”

“That’s me, Hot Stuff.”

You glance over to the stranger who had put his arm around you. Brandon gives you a wink as he nudges Peter to the side as he steps closer to you and Jess. You only stare at him, unfazed by his comment but suddenly able to recognize him.

You remember who he was and it made you want to slap yourself with a cactus.

Because you were such a drunk idiot last weekend.

“What are you anyway?” he utters, looking at your costume up and down. “Some goth bitch?”

You don’t even try to hide the irritable glare on your face.

“I’m Wednesday Adams, you moron.” you bite.

You see Peter grin shamelessly behind Brandon. In attempt to hide the laughter that lingers behind his smile, he covers his mouth with his sleeve.  

“Woah, chill.” Brandon’s thick eyebrows raise in shock. His stunned reaction only lasts a fraction of a second until that annoying, careless smirk appears on his face again. He stares down at you with interest, giving you the impression he’s most likely wondering what you look like without your clothes on.

“You’re kinda feisty, aren’t you?” he slurs.

“To self-absorbed assholes? Yeah.” you swiftly reply. “Keep testing me and I’ll get even meaner.”

Everyone around you snickers at your snark. From the sidelines, you see Peter’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets in flabbergasted shock. He doesn’t care to hide the laugh as he lets it out with ease. It was a lovely sight to him, watching you roast this drunk buffoon in front of you. You were so sassy, so…irresistible.

“Y/N!” Jess bellows.

“What?” you ask, innocently.

“Stop embarrassing Brandon…” she scolds.

“He’s embarrassing himself, I’m just mocking his stupidity.”

Holy shit, you needed to be stopped.

“Um, okay…” Peter pipes up, stepping to the side of you. Everyone in the group whips their head towards him in shock, they didn’t even notice he was there.

“We should get going…” he mumbles as he grabs onto you elbow and leads you away from everyone and to the house.

“She’s my DD!” Peter awkwardly calls toward the group.

As the two of you walk across the lawn to the door ahead, you realize Peter still hasn’t let go of your elbow. His face leans in close to yours.

“You’re dangerous…” Peter whispers into your face, only he’s smiling when you look over to him.

“Am I scaring you, Parker?” you beam, unable to hide the amused smirk from spreading across your face.

“A little.”

“You still have time to run away, right now.” you teasingly warn.

“I–I don’t want to…” he manages to reply, fumbling with his thumbs as he looks down toward the ground.  

The two of you stop in front of the entrance of the party, both of you standing on the doormat, your shoulders touching.

“So,” you start, “We grab M.J. and I drive you both home? Sound like a plan?”

You don’t bother for a reply from him, your fingers latch onto the door handle but his voice calling your name stops you.

“Y/N…” he sighs, finally making eye contact with you.

“Peter…” you tease, breathing out his name like he did yours.

“If–If…I wasn’t drunk right now…” he states, slowly, looking down at his feet. “I’d kiss you.”

“O–Oh!” you squeak, squeezing the door handle in bewilderment. That was absolutely the last thing you expected him to say. You knew it may be true because there was no way in hell Peter Parker would say something like that to you sober.  

“W–Would you?” you attempt to joke, grinning ear to ear in excitement and closing your eyes, making sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Yes…” he breathes next to your ear, you could practically hear the soft smile in his voice.

Without thinking, you lean in, capturing Peter Parker’s lips in a sweet peck.

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“Hey,” you speak shakily into the phone, your voice trembling erratically and embarrassingly. “Call me as soon as you get this, okay?” You squeeze the phone in a deathly grip as you struggle to keep breathing. You hang up before you get pathetic and start crying like a goddamn baby on the phone.

The tears start to roll down your cheeks with speed, similar to how the rain slides down the glass of your window outside.

Maybe you were getting worked up for nothing but how were you supposed to know? How were you to know what happened out there?What happened to him?

You stare outside the glass motionless, blankly, numbly.

There was nothing you could do now, only wait.

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