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the day Dan and Phil finally adopt a dog they’ll have to potty train it, take it outside to go play, go on walks, and give all their love and attention to it, which is basically just going to prepare them for a child
Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)
Can’t keep my hands to myself No matter how hard I’m trying to I want you all to myself You’re metaphorical gin and juice
I mean I could but why would I want to?
It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on.
[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him.
And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head.
Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day.
Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip.
Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents.
Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom
Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door.
“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled.
Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.”
“Ew,” Harrison groaned.
“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso.
“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.
[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered.
Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off.
[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry.
Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.”
Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”
Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.”
Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her.
“No, I’m gross.” She whined.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.”
Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?”
“The twins,” he responded, following her in.
“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.”
Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets.
Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased.
Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered.
Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.”
Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.”
“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself.
[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends.
She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”
Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”
“Do you not find me sexually attractive?”
Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”
Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?”
Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].”
“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.”
[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.”
“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body.
Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?”
Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.”
“No, like now.”
“Now?” Tom asked in surprise.
“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”
Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”
“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.
“You have a point….”
She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?”
“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.”
Top 10 reactions to Victor Nikiforov cutting his hair short.
Top 10 Reactions to Victor Nikiforov Cutting His Hair Short:
10) *Incoherent sobbing* from some of his fans
9) *Screams of joy* from some other of his fans
8) “LOOK AT MY BABY ALL GROWN UP” again from fans
7) “I LOVED HIS LONG HAIR WHYYYYYYYYYY” from, you guessed
6) Chris telling Viktor that he looked too pretty with his
long hair anyway and then getting a dyed undercut so that they matched in terms
of image change
5) “FINALLY I can walk around and not get recognised” – aka
Viktor when he discovered that all he new hair could fit easily under a hat. He
still got recognised 99% of the time because he’s not that subtle but
occasionally it came in handy
4) Multiple reactions from magazines who decided they loved
Viktor’s new look and demanded that he model for them or their brands (he took
a few of them up on this offer)
3) One crazy fan who claimed to be Viktor’s hairdresser and
was selling his hair on ebay for thousands (it wasn’t his real hair, Viktor
made sure of that)
2) Yuuri looking on a little mournfully at his poster of
Viktor and refusing to admit to himself that A) he really loved Viktor’s long
hair and missed it and B ) Viktor was super hot with short hair and it was
1) The single sigh of exasperation and resignation from
Yakov when Viktor walked into practice one day with all his hair cut off and
Yakov had to completely change Viktor’s image and placate the sponsors to deal
“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people.
“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage.
“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off.
“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show.
“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some.
“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar.
“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her.
Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates.
It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you.
“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about.
“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way.
Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same.
“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled.
“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least.
“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes.
“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever.
“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded.
“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod.
You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something.
“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan.
“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked.
But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body.
“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist.
“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time.
author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon
Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex(wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping.Also, swearing
AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.
After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.
You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.
You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.
Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.
“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.
“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.
He had the decency to look embarrassed.
“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”
“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”
You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.
“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”
“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.
Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”
Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”
You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.
the concept of billie becoming a daily vloger can u all imagine he’d be so annoying walking around with camera all the time and sticking it in others people faces and being like do something funny or say hi i never knew i needed that until now
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
(Tagore, Unending Love)
“I don’t think you should be driving, Cas.” Sam’s voice is gentle as he opens the door, gesturing for Castiel to sit.
Castiel hesitates, but nods in agreement, fumbling for the keys of his truck. There’s a clanging noise from behind them as Dean tosses the pieces of Michael’s lance into the boot before slamming it shut.
“I’ll drive it back,” Dean says stiffly, snatching them from Castiel’s hands. He hands the Impala’s keys to Sam, striding toward the truck without so much as a backward glance.
Sam lets out an irritated huff, chivying Castiel into the car before heading towards Mary. The Impala is cold, and Castiel shivers a little as he slumps in his seat, his forehead resting on the glass. The numbness is creeping as he watches Dean disappear in a cloud of dust - the enormity of what had just happened, of what he had just said out loud slowly hitting him.
No wonder Dean couldn’t wait to leave.
He watches Sam hug Mary briefly before she heads toward her own car. She waves at Castiel and Sam as she’s pulling away, her smile strained.
“You okay Cas?” Sam asks him, as he turns the key in the ignition. He sounds distracted, the corners of his mouth turned down as he waves back at his mother.
A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.
Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?
“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.
“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.
“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.
“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.
“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.
“Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.
Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school.
Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.
We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.
Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.
“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.
“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.
“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.
“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.
“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.
“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.
Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.
A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)
After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.
Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?
“…and then I blew it up.”
Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”
“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”
“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”
“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.
“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”
“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”
“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.
Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”
“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”
“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”
Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”
“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.
“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”
“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.
“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.
“We?” Billy frowns.
“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.
Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”
“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”
“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”
“What?” Kimberly laughs.
“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”
“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”
“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.
“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”
“I know now.” Trini whispers.
Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.
They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.
“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”
Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”
“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”
“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.
Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”
“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”
“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”
“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”
“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”
“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”
“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.
“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”
“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.
“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”
Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”
“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”
Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”
Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.
“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.
“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”
“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”
“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”
“Trini got hurt.”
The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.
“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.
Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”
“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”
Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”
“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”
Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.
Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”
By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.
All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.
“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”
Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”
“I won’t look…”
“Turn around.” Trini repeats.
A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.
“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.
Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”
“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”
“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”
Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”
“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”
“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”
Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”
“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”
Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”
“But so do they.” Trini whispers.
“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”
Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”
“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”
“Stay.” Trini orders.
Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.
“I’d choose you, y’know?”
Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”
“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”
Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.
Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.
A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.
“Kim!” Harper calls.
Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.
“Hi.” Trini hums.
Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”
Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”
“Always.” Kimberly mocks.
As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.
thank you for requesting! I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I initially
loved the first draft I made but then this happened and I feel so-so about it.
Nevertheless, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy this.
I no longer have a fever so that’s a good thing! I’m still coughing with the
occasional runny nose. Just in case everyone missed my latest post, REQUESTS
WILL BE CLOSED ON SUNDAY! So, if you have any you want me to write, I will be
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has been playing quietly by himself since he got dropped off by his
kindergarten teacher, Mrs. P. That isn’t really her real name though. JJ just
can’t seem to remember what her name is. He kicks a pebble and let out a sigh.
Daddy had to work and could not pick him up because of work and since Daddy
didn’t give any emergency contact to Mrs. P, she had to send him home. Mrs. P
had waited with him for a while but had to leave after half an hour. So JJ has
been playing alone in his front yard since then.
out of his mind, JJ flops on the grass and closes his eyes. “I miss daddy.” He
murmurs sleepily, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. JJ must have
drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knows, he is being gently shaken
awake and someone is holding an umbrella over him.
JJ.” You sigh in relief when the blond kid with the beautiful blue eyes you
have come to love finally open his eyes. You had been on your way to your house
when you spotted the little boy sprawled on the lawn, unmoving and your brain
automatically assumed the worse so you had run over to him, dropping your
belongings beside him before trying to wake him up which brings you to your
Y/N.” JJ rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up. “I fell asleep.”
nod your head, kneeling beside him. “What are you doing out here?” You glance
over to his house but it didn’t seem as if anyone is home at all. You spy JJ’s
school bag in front of his door and now that you finally manage to look around,
you also notice his dad’s red Maserati is not around too. Immediately, a frown
appears on your face. “How long have you been out here, darling?” You turn to
look at him, bringing him in your arms, lifting him up. JJ wraps his arms
around your neck instinctively.
dunno.” JJ shrugs, enjoying being held by you. It reminds him of daddy. “Mrs. P
dropped me off and waited with me for a bit because she could not reach daddy’s
phone. She left after that though.” JJ explains when he remembers your earlier
question. Besides, Mrs. P was a boring companion to be with – she didn’t even
want to play with him.
frown on your ace deepens. You are aware that JJ’s kindie often ends early –
some days earlier than most – and today must have been one of those earlier
days. You also know that JJ’s daddy – Jason Todd – is a very busy man. Not to
mention sexy too. But that is absolutely beside the point. The teacher
definitely needs a talking to, too. What if you had not decided to go home
early today? What would have happened to the poor boy?
about we come over to my house first and then we can wait for daddy together?
How’s that sound?” You pick up your belongings and head towards your own house
when JJ nodded his head and unlock your door. You set him down and JJ opens the
door, peeking in to your house.
you.” JJ looks back to grin at you and you almost sigh at how adorable the boy
is. You push open the door wider and Max, your Alaskan Malamute, comes out
running to greet the both of you happily. You laugh when Max jumps and licks
your face. He does the same to JJ too when he sees his favourite boy. “Hi Max!”
JJ’s giggle is very adorable and you smile.
let’s go in. I’ll make us something light to eat.” You tell JJ as the three of
you walk inside. Max skips happily in front of the two of you. “Are you hungry,
nods his head. “Yes!”
close the door behind you and make sure the door is locked before dropping your
keys and belongings on the counter. JJ runs off ahead with Max chasing after
him, laughing happily as the two of them start playing chase. That is how you
spend the rest of the day – playing with JJ and feeding the little boy.
grunts as he parks his Maserati, letting out a few expletives. His work hard
taken too much of his time and Jason had actually thought he would have
finished it before JJ is let out of kindergarten but that was not the case. His
house is dark and it is really late at night too. What the fuck had the
teachers been thinking by leaving his son alone here? He really should have
given them Alfred’s number as an emergency contact – but at the same time,
Jason did not want JJ to be seen as the billionaire’s grandson! He wants JJ to
grow up without the eyes of the public on him.
Jason panics when he does not see JJ anywhere but stumbles upon his bag. He
really should consider moving JJ to a closer kindergarten or maybe even
considering just sending JJ to a private day-night care instead. Jason is about
to call out JJ’s name when he spies a paper stuck on his door. “What the hell.”
He rips the paper off of the door and squints as he tries to read it in the
dark. His head shoots up and he looks at his neighbour’s house before sighing
crosses the lawn and knocks on your door. He can hear JJ’s laughter from inside
and Jason releases another sigh of relief. He can hear your voice telling JJ (“That’s
your daddy, let’s go greet him,”) and Jason suddenly feels anxious.
moment the door opens, JJ jumps towards Jason, causing Jason to reach forward
to wrap his arms around his son. JJ giggles happily when Jason showers his face
with kisses, momentarily forgetting about your presence. You, on the other
hand, are melting inside at the display of affection. You have always known
Jason to be a very loving dad – JJ tells you about all the things Jason has
done for him – and seeing this right in front of you almost makes you feel shy.
you so much, Y/N.” Jason thanks you profusely and you shake your head, trying
your hardest not to let your blush appear on your cheeks. Up close, Jason is
seriously super handsome and how you are still standing is a mysterious. “I
really should pay you for your time – I didn’t mean to be unreachable. I
thought I could get back before JJ was let out of school.” Jason rambles and
would have continued to ramble if you had not stop him.
shake your head. “No, it’s quite alright. JJ is a very good company too. You
don’t have to pay me,” You assure Jason but it seems as if Jason is not having
any of your excuses so he takes out his wallet and tries to give you a few
bills and you shake your head. This goes on a few times – Jason trying his
hardest to convince you take the money and you rejecting the money because JJ
is a very adorable, laughable boy.
is about to insist you to take his compensation money when you blurt out, “How
about you pay me by coming over to dinner instead? I make some mean steak.” Jason
stares at you in surprise and you blanch when you realize what you have just
said. Your face turns absolutely red and you almost stumble backwards.
we have some mashed potatoes too, Y/N?” JJ asks excitedly. He really likes
eating your food – it reminds him Grandpa Alfred’s food too. Jason looks away
from you to look at JJ briefly. JJ seems very happy, excited too and he looks
at you, waiting for your answer.
course.” You smile at JJ. “We can have mashed potatoes too.”
grins. “Only if you let me bring some wine over.” He tells you. You flush under
his stare and nod your head. “We can have some steak, mashed potatoes, wine for
us and some smoothie for JJ.” Jason takes out his phone and hands it over to
you. “Put your number in – we can set a date sometime this week?”
nod your head, inputting your phone in to Jason’s phone. “That’s a date then.”
Jason chuckles and nods his head. The two of you stare at each other quietly
and would probably have gone on much longer if JJ had not yawn. Jason seems to
remember that it is quite late at night and JJ might have missed his afternoon
nap too. “I’m going to go home now, thank you again for taking care of JJ when
I wasn’t around, Y/N. You are a life saver.” Jason leans forward to press a
kiss on your cheek and you grin at him, your heart beating wildly against your
leaves you standing by your door, cheeks flushed and there is a little bit of a
spring to his steps. He definitely is lucky to have a neighbour like you – one that
would take care of his kid willingly. He knows JJ can be a handful sometimes –
JJ picks up much of his habits too! – and it can really be tiring at times but
as he walks all the way to his own house, JJ has yet to stop talking about all
the fun things he had done while at your house. He even talked about Max, your
dog and how bigger the dog is than Uncle Damian’s Titus is!
it is about time he acts on his feelings for you. Suddenly, Jason is looking
forward to having dinner with you. You might even be what his life needs.
Exhaustion is a heavy weight around Keith’s shoulders. Between classes, work and baseball, sleep is a luxury he can’t seem to afford often. At most, he gets around four hours of sleep a night. He can hear Shiro’s clipped, worried tone grating in the back of his mind and telling him how unhealthy and dangerous that is, but what’s a guy to do?
Professional baseball is his goal, has always been since Shiro first gave him a baseball when he was eight. But, staying on the team means keeping his grades up; plus, some scouts don’t only look at his playing. Some will dive deeper into the world of academics to see which players can properly balance school work and sports.
Keith is determined to be that player; he’s determined to be the athlete that every scout desires. So, if he loses sleep because of this, then so be it. He’ll manage.
Here’s a tiny fic I wrote because I love the “A/C is broken and someone has a fever” scenario and I also love domestic/college AU Klance (I debated posting this but I spent too long on it so here you go)