also i'm not sure what made me think of this so uh

Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.

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“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.

Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.

“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.

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New Old Captain

Read here on ao3 (x)

Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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Nervous

“So you’re not gonna talk to me? ’S that how will it go?”

Harry asked, still a bit irritated from the fight the both of you had that was quite unresolved from last night, also stood in front of the front door for a few moments, looking at your figure on the couch that’s wrapped in a blanket, not a single acknowledgement that he was here being given.

Harry rolled his eyes, putting the car keys on the designated spot and taking off his shoes, about to go turn off the TV out of habit until he realized that it wasn’t even turned on.

His confused eyes went to your figure who was shallowly sleeping because of the flu you think you have at the moment, even the slightest bit of movement enough to remind you that you have a horrible migraine, shivering from the coldness and how thin the blanket is to suit your need, but didn’t have any choice because it pained you to find another one.

His gaze got more concentrated when he realized you were sleeping and a blanket around you, attempting to lift it off that made you immediately wake up and wince because of the bright lights, in a conclusion that it was too shallow to be even considered as sleep, let alone as rest.

“Hi.”

Harry got more confused by the second when he heard your voice weak and hoarse which he wasn’t used to.

He hesitantly pressed his hand to the crook of your neck, eyes widening when he couldn’t believe how hot your temperature was just by touching it.

“You’re — you’re burning up.”

Harry said, retracting his hand from your neck and closing it, lips pursing on what he should do next.

“No, no. I could manage.”

You were halfway through finsihing the sentence when you stood up and had your legs give up on you at that moment, your vision blurring from the sudden move.

Harry immediately brought his hands out to catch you out of reflex and as response on what he saw.

“Dear God.”

He muttered under his breath the moment he catched you, a small amount of weight being lifted from his chest when he genuinely thought you were gonna collapse, but was replaced with a bigger one when he realized that there’s a high possibility of you doing so because of your current state.

“Easy does it.”

He said more to himself than to you, being nervous at the close call before carrying you gently, leaving the blanket on the couch because there was a comforter in your shared bedroom you could instead have.

He carried you snugly and securely, knowing that you love it when he does, head pressed to his chest and hands on his back.

Harry opened the door, closing it with his shoulder before going under the sheets with you still on top of him, pulling the comforter until it reached your neck.

His hand stroke your hair out of habit, slight hesitation still left.

“I — I think we should go to the hospital later. Get a-…”

“No.”

“No?”

Harry asked, frowning since he knew what he’s supposed to do, but also didn’t know how he was supposed to do it.

Although he does know that there’s a thermometer in one of the cabinets on his dresser, although not sure if there’s any medicine.

“I, uh, I think I don’t know what to do.”

“I noticed.”

Honestly speaking, Harry was nervous on how alarming your temperature was and what you’re feeling, be it minor or major, under the classification of being okay.

He has the thinking that maybe the fight last night is already disregarded, but he couldn’t really assure himself that since he genuinely doesn’t know what to do next.

Harry’s too on edge, stopping his breathing once in a while to feel yours, hand pressed on your back, wanting for moments like this for him to take the pain.

“Please tell me you’re okay. Just want to hear it.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can we get the RFA trying to comfort an MC who feels inadequate joining the RFA because everyone's so accomplished in there (either rich, a genius, or talented tbh) and she was just kind of thrown in because of Unknown? I'm sorry if that's oddly specific, but I just had that thought earlier and I love your scenarios/imagines. Thanks~!!!

i’m such a huge piece of shit for taking this long. i have over 60 requests. i suck ass. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry but like i have other stuff i need to do and inspiration just doesn’t come and it would turn out really shitty otherwise. oH, and thank you so much! and also, it was kind of easy to write this since i can kind of relate. i’ve been feeling like that lately.


Two days ago, the entire RFA attended an interview since the association started getting more and more attention with each passing day. Your actions not going unnoticed by the world, so it was only natural for the world to want to know more about all of you.

You were ecstatic about the interview.

They started with Jumin, CEO of C&R International, who was followed by Zen, renowned and incredibly talented actor, then Jaehee, (was/is) head assistant at C&R International and an incredibly hard working woman. After her, they started interviewing Yoosung, who was now an incredible student at one of the most prestigious universities in Korea and who had an extremely bright future. 

Seven decided not to take part in the interview for security reasons, but he was a genius and the brains behind the app and security of the organization. But everyone knew he was essential to the RFA. 

Finally, it was your turn to be interviewed. You had the possible answers for the interview well-rehearsed thanks to Zen. Everyone had done an amazing job which only made you strive for perfection.

How did you join the RFA?”

“What do you do for the organization?”

“Is it true that you took the last Coordinator’s place?”

“Do you think you’re living up to the last Coordinator’s prestigious reputation?”

You noticed that the questions started getting harsher and harsher, and it wasn’t until some technical difficulties with the lights and sound, that the interview came to an end.

You were sure Seven had something to do with it. 

Your friends and lover weren’t dumb, they noticed the anxiety that soon started suffocating you thanks to your body language. Zen was the first one to notice, so when the interviewer asked if they could continue the interview elsewhere, he intervened and told her in his ever-charming way that they were unable to stay any longer. 

It didn’t surprise you when the interviewer and the producers decided to call it a day.

You were finally home. Everyone was gone because they all had work to do and you conveniently had a day off.

Sitting on the couch, you started going over the interview and it suddenly hit you.

You weren’t worthy of being in the RFA.

There was a sudden tightness around your throat as the fact that the only reason you joined was because you had to. That the only reason you were part of this amazing organization was because you had been dumb enough to listen to a stranger and go deliver a phone that wasn’t even yours. The only thing you did was put yourself and the entire organization at risk.

You were not special.

You were nothing.

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Why Tony Stark deserves better
  • When he realised his equipment was causing so much damage, he chose to change direction, even when everyone was telling him he was “crazy” from the kidnapping, but apparently he’s “selfish”
  • He said that he “shouldn’t be alive” and that’s why he wanted to change and do something different with his life
  • He had nightmares after NY (where Steve told him it was a one-way trip and he nearly died), suffered from PTSD, but of course no one cares about these minor details, and JARVIS died as well, but again, who cares?? It’s not like they knew how important Jarvis was
  • Steve actually stood there, saying “you’re keeping secrets from me, I can’t believe this”, and then he goes onto NOT tell Tony that Bucky killed his parents, which, because he’s not thick, he knows is something Tony is extremely sensitive about, but apparently this is all in the past and we shouldn’t focus on that
  • Tony says he’ll help Steve, and then finds out about his parents, and tries to kill Bucky, but apparently he should’ve ‘controlled himself’ and ‘over-reacted’, because you know, it’s just a video showing his parents getting murdered by the person he’s standing right next to, no biggie
  • Let’s talk about shithead Clint saying you should “watch your back” with Tony because “there’s a chance he’ll break it”, where he’s referring to Rhodey. Really? And Natasha’s whole double-agent thing. So Tony was the one being being too violent? Tell me more.
  • And it’s sad that Peter was sent home, because when Tony recruited him, he was probably like “oh we’ll just try and stop them with a friendly fight” but nah, because TeamCap doesn’t care and Steve wants to crush Peter with a truck, and paralyse Rhodey in the process
  • Because Steve, who awoke after 70 years, thinks he knows everything and knows that those 117 countries are the ones that are wrong, and this gives him the right to do whatever he wants, with no regards to any consequences, because apparently he can never be wrong
  • Because Steve, the righteous person he is, had the decency to send Tony a letter saying “I’m sorry, but not really because everyone likes ME now, so call us if you need us, I guess I’ll drop by, because see? I’m a giving person.”
  • Even that line - “I don’t want you roaming around by yourself” like Steve, kindly gtfo, you missed the “because I decided to breakup the Avengers because I’m better than everyone else and I know what’s best for everyone even though 117 countries may disagree”.
  • Steve didn’t deserve the shield. The “Howard made it for Steve, not Tony” excuse is bs, because YES, I’m sure if Howard was there and knew Steve’s friend was gonna murder him and nearly kill his son he’d say “well, I guess I made it for you, so sure, take it.” Uh huh. UH HUHHH
  • Tony was dropping Peter off, joking around with him, making video vlogs, because he didn’t want to tell him that his best friend nearly killed him - and he tried his best to keep him out of trouble, prepare him for anything (+ the training wheels protocol thing), even if it meant taking the suit, because he said that “if you die, it’s on me” but nah, he’s a bad role model and only cares about himself.
  • Aaand lastly, did Tony not try, and try, and try, to find a middle ground? He was there telling Steve to sign or do something, but nah, that thickhead was like “soz can’t do it, don’t even wanna consider it”, but sure, it was Tony who betrayed everyone, because he didn’t warn them about what would happen if they…you know…broke the damn law

I could go on, but you get the point. 

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

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genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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Relax(Fem!ReaderxNewt SMUT)

Omgawd! U should do a romantic first time with newt x reader(u know da thing xD) …Maybe they go on a date and later go home to his apartment, and it gets a little intense. If u do imagines I hope u would consider it ;) thx in advance :3

Hehheheehehehehheheheh

I MADE A MALE VERSION BECAUSE THE GAYS DESERVE SMUT TOO

Warnings-SmUT(giddy up ;) 


Newt was currently pacing around in front of your office with flowers. He wanted to ask you on a date but man was he nervous. He knocks on the door and you open up the door. You smile widely at the adorable man standing in front of you. 

“Hello Newt, So what do I owe the pleasure?” you ask. 

Newt pulls the flowersRe out from behind his back, “Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?” Newt asks. You take the flowers and smell them. 

“Newt, love. We’ve been dating for months now. You don’t have to be so nervous or be so formal” You tell him. 

“Well yes I know but, I still get very nervous around you. You’re very intimidating” Newt admits. 

You giggle and ruffle his hair a little bit. I’ll see you tonight Newty.” You say. Newt takes you to a lovely muggle restaurant. It was beautiful, you dressed up in a simple black dress with matching heels. 

“Newt, I love this but tell me, why something so, so magnificent. I really don’t deserve this” You say. Newt reaches across the table and takes your hand. 

“Darling, of course you deserve this. I know how stressful work can be, I thought this could relax you” Newt explains. 

Newts fingers tapped lightly on your hand. He couldn’t help but noticed the light above you cast shadows on your cleavage and the dress you wore hugged your curves just right. Newt blushed at his own thoughts and let go of your hand. The waiter came to take your order and you and Newt ordered. You noticed his voice was a little shaky. 

“Newt, what’s wrong?” you ask. 

“Um Nothing love” Newt replies. 

You nod your head but made a mental note to talk about it later. The conversation between you two was lively and sweet. Newt rambled on and on about his creatures, you loved seeing the passion in his eyes as he told stories about them. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip. It was something he always did but it always made you weak at the knees. He was adventurous and enticing how could you not fall for him. Not to mention a gentleman. 

“This was a wonderful evening, I don’t want it to end” You say as you and Newt exit the resturant. You had Newt’s coat wrapped around your body. 

“It doesn’t have to, we can head back to my apartment if you like” Newt offers. 

“If you don’t mind” you reply. 

Newt takes your hand and goes into a hidden alley and pulls out his wand apparates to his apartment. It was a warm and cozy little place. Newt walks off to his bedroom. His case with rope on it in the corner. It slightly resembles the Hufflepuff common room. You take off his coat and hang it on a nearby chair. You take off your heels and rub your feet. 

“Hey Newt…” You trail off as you look up. 

Newt walks out only in his trousers and white shirt. His hair is slightly messy and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. You stared gaping like an idiot. He looked so…delcious. Oh what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair and unbutton that shirt. 

“Y/n Would you like some tea?” Newt’s voice breaks you from your dirty train of thought. 

“Y-Yes, sure” You reply. 

You stand up and walk behind Newt. You wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his shoulder. Newt jumps at your contact and then calms down. 

“Oh, it’s just you” Newt says relieved. You turn your head and press your lips on his neck. 

Newt tenses at your contact, “U-Uh Y/n, What are you doing?” Newt asks nervously but also excited. You continue kissing his neck, applying more pressure. You reach your hands down and settle them on his belt. 

“Are you okay with this love?” you ask. 

“Very” Newt says. 

You smirk and turn him around. You unbutton his shirt at a teasingly slow pace. You trace his scars lightly and leave kisses all over his chest. 

“Oh y/n” Newt moans out. You raise your eyebrows at Newt. 

“Didn’t know you were so vocal Scamander” you tease. 

Newt takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. You push him down on the bed and straddle his waist. You undo his belt and Newt eagerly kicks down his pants. 

“Easy there tiger” you joke. 

“I don’t even know what a tiger is” Newt says cheekily. 

You roll your eyes and lightly grab his crotch. Newt bucks his hips needily against your hand. You lean down and kiss him passionately. Newt’s hands roam your back. He starts to unzip your dress when you stop him. 

“Y/n” he whines. 

“Later love, let me show you how much I love you” you whisper in his ear. 

You pull down his boxers and run your hands along his dick. He whines at your touch. You smirk and bring your lips to his head. Your rub your hands at the base of his cock and take more of it in your mouth. You suck hard and grab his balls. Newt lets out a loud moan. You start bobbing your head and Newt whines and grabs the sheets in his hands. 

You look up and see Newts face full of pleasure. You smile in your head and start moving faster. You felt Newts dick twitch in your mouth. You pull off his cock and kiss back up his body. 

“Why did you stop” Newt whines. You laugh a little and kiss his jaw. 

“We’re not done yet love” you whisper. 

Newt’s hands go back to your dress. He unzips it and you let him, his eyes roam your body and he licks his lips. He unhooks your bra and brings his hands up to your breasts. he squeezes and brings his plump lips to your nipples. You moan as he bites and licks at your nipples. 

“I need you” Newt pants. 

You lean and plant a heated kiss. Newt’s hands travel down and take off your panties. You get a condom from the desk next to you, rip it off and put it on Newts dick. You guide his cock into your wet pussy. Moans filled the air as you start to ride Newt. Newt grabs your hips and raises his hips to meet you. 

You looked down to see Newt panting and sweating. This turned you on more and you picked up the pace. You felt Newts cock twitch inside you. You went as fast as you could, Newt grabbing at your breasts and admiring you. 

“Y/n, I-I'm” Newt starts but he wasn’t able to finish his sentence. 

He was too lost in pleasure to even think. With one last hard bounce, Newt cums into the condom. You follow him after you let him ride out his orgasm. You pull off of him and lay next to him. 

“You are one magnificent person Y/n” Newt pants looking at you. 

“Glad you enjoyed it, You deserved it” you say. Newt wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. 

“This was supposed to be your night though” Newt says. 

“Oh it was definitely my day Newt” You reply 

“I love you” you murmur into his chest. 

“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine”


Can anyone find me some Holy water? 

THE REST OF YOUR LIFE | BEN PLATT

BEN PLATT X READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Ben are finally trying to tell each other how they feel- it just takes a little more effort and time than expected.

A/N: in honor of ben winning his tony !!! this is my first time writing for a deh cast member and tbh it makes me really nervous but i hope you guys like this !! it was originally longer but the whole got deleted so i had to rewrite it (which was very frustrating) enjoy!

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Y/N wasn’t mad that she didn’t get to go to the Tony Awards with Ben. In fact, when he asked her she had declined. She didn’t like being in big crowd, and being with him would make her on the receiving end of a lot of unwanted attention. She was perfectly content to sit on her couch and cheer her friends on inside her small apartment. She clapped and whooped each time Dear Evan Hansen won an award, but she screamed the loudest when Ben won his. She hadn’t doubted for a second that he would win, but seeing him standing on that stage, trying not to cry and giving his beautiful speech, it was hard not to be excited. Plus, Ben had promised that if celebrating was in order, then they would celebrate the day after with just the two of them. She thought it was a much better idea to have Ben all to herself rather than standing with him in front of a bunch of cameras.

And he held true to his promise. The day after the Tonys there was music blasting in Y/N’s apartment as her and Ben made cookies and danced crazily. The entirety of the tiny complex was filled to the brim with joy. As Y/N went to get bowls for the both of them for the ice cream that had set out, Ben snatched her hand and twirled her around. She laughed loudly as they started to sway and bounce win time to the music. He was holding her like they were at a high school dance. More than that, he was holding her like they were at a high school dance together.

The thing about Ben winning the Tony was that Olivia had offered Y/N a deal: if Ben won, she would have to tell him that she liked him in more than just a friendly way. She hadn’t taken the deal, because she’d known that the chances of him winning were too high and she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She wasn’t ready to risk nine years of friendship just because she had some stupid crush that wouldn’t go away. But standing there with his hand resting on her back and his eyes staring into hers, she was considering it. It would be so easy to just let the words slip and relieve her of the weight that’d been sitting on her shoulders for years. Their dancing started to slow until they had stopped moving all together.

But he was still holding her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tightening. And she was almost positive that he was leaning, because she sure as hell was. They were so close, definitely closer than they’d been when they started dancing. Just a little bit more space to cover and they would’ve been kissing.

Except then the oven went off and they sprung apart. Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and stumbled over his words. “Right, um, the cookies! We have to get the cookies.”

His voice shocked Y/N out of her trance and she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching The Wizard of Oz, a safe distance away from each other.

It wasn’t until after Ben had left and Y/N was laying in bed that it hit her - He’d been leaning in. Ben had been about to kiss her just as much as she’d been about to kiss him. She couldn’t have imagined that, could she? He had been getting closer, hadn’t he? If he had…. Well, if he had, that changed everything.

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Ben was a bit confused while getting ready the day after he’d been at Y/N’s. He had gone over confident, ready to tell her how he felt, but then he just kept putting it off. And then they were dancing. And then they weren’t. And then he’d been leaning in - and he was pretty sure she had been doing the same. It was the perfect opportunity. And, really, standing there with her and watching her smile like that and her eyes dazzle, how could he resist?

Except they hadn’t kissed, and from then on they kept an achingly big distance between them. He hadn’t told her how he felt. Will and Mike were going to give him hell for it, he was sure, but more than that it completely diminished his confidence.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the theater Will and Mike were by his side.

“Did you tell her?” Will asked, smiling widely. Ben glanced over at Mike to see that he was wearing a matching smile.

“Well…..”

“You didn’t do it, did you?” Mike sighed.

“I tried! But I just…. couldn’t.” He let his shoulders sag as a frown found its way into his face.

“You gotta do it sometime, buddy, and today’s as good a day as any,” Will spoke as he and Mike started to walk away.

“You can do it!” Mike cheered. Ben smiled slightly at his friends encouragements, but there was still the weight of not having told her resting on his shoulders. He’d made a deal with Mike and Will that if he won the Tony he would tell Y/N how he felt, but he’d only agreed to it because he didn’t think he was going to win.

The idea of possibly ruining what he had with Y/N absolutely petrified him.

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Y/N made it a priority to come to the theater at least once a week to visit everyone. Usually, the first thing she did when she arrived was find Ben and greet him if he wasn’t too busy. This time was different. This time she sprinted through the halls, desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into Ben, until she made it to Laura’s dressing room. She’d already texted Laura, Kristolyn, and Olivia that she needed to talk to them, so she knew they were all waiting for her. The moment she opened the door their eyes were on her.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s this big thing you have to talk about?” Laura asked cheerfully.

“It’s about Ben.” The minute she said it the atmosphere changed. All three girls (and most of the cast and crew) knew about Y/N’s crush on Ben, and they could tell from the nervous look on her face that what she was going to say wasn’t necessarily good news. They waited silently in anticipation.

“Last night he came over for a mini Tony celebration, just the two of us. But while he was there we were dancing and he had his arm around me and then we stopped dancing and I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me but now I’m doubting it because the oven went off so it didn’t happen and I’m not entirely sure if he was actually going to kiss me, but I really wanted him to, you know? Not to mention that now that I’ve started thinking about it I can’t stop and I’m kind of concerned that I might need someone to physically restrain me from kissing him when I see him.”

She panted slightly from having talked so fast as they stared at her in shock. Suddenly, Olivia squealed. “He was going to kiss you? That’s amazing!” Y/N opened her mouth to explain that no, that was stressful, but she was cut off.

“If you’re expecting us to restrain you, don’t count on it,” Kristolyn piped in.

“Oh yeah, I’m not contributing to anything that keeps you two from finally getting together,” Laura grinned. Her friends were excited about this, she realized. That was a bit annoying, but also kind of endearing. She sat down as they started talking about her and Ben, dishing out advice on how to tell him how she felt about him.

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Ben knocked nervously in Rachel’s dressing room door. She opened it with a smile and he mustered on up in return, but let it drop when the anxiousness began to take over his expression again.

“Could I talk to you?” He asked. “You know, fake son to fake mom?” She looked him over with concern as she let him in. He wasn’t even in costume and he looked more like Evan than he did Ben.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s about a girl….” He trailed off and her face lit up. She knew as well as everyone that if Ben was having girl troubles it was about Y/N, and if there were troubles that meant that something had finally happened.

“I was over at Y/N’s last night and I almost did it. I almost kissed her, told her that I loved her, the whole deal. I didn’t get to, but I still want to - I just don’t know how. Every time I’m with her I just can’t do it.” He looked at her pleadingly and she gave him a small smile.

“This is gonna sound like really bad advice, but you’ve just got to tell her, Ben. Start talking, and once you do, trust me, you won’t be able to stop. I’ve seen the way you are with her, you’ve got a lot to say.” Ben nodded with confidence and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you. And then he was out the door and on his way to find Y/N.

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Y/N was sitting in Ben’s dressing room a little while before the show. She’d been slightly avoiding Ben all day, but now she was waiting for him. Though half of her hoped he wouldn’t be stopping by before the show started. She knew it had to happen the next time she saw him, but it terrified her.

She looked up, startled, when the door opened and closed quickly. Suddenly, Ben was in the room with her. He leaned against the door and sighed, running a hand over his face with his eyes closed. When he opened them he made a noise of surprise at Y/N’s presence and she smiled softly at him. She couldn’t help what he did to her - he made everything seem better. When they were together everything seemed easier.

“How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over for you,” He said. He looked nervous, and Y/N wondered if he was already in character or if he was genuinely anxious about something.

“Not too long, I’ve been all around today. I wanted to see you before the show, though.” He smiled at the thought of her waiting in hopes of seeing him.

“That’s good, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked over at her and she watched him expectantly. “Um, Rachel said I should just start talking, so - uh - here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

“We’ve been friends for a really long time, and I think it’s probably time that you should know - the first time I ever saw you I stopped breathing. You looked so gorgeous. You literally took my breath away, and you still do - every day. One time - and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about - but we were in your apartment and laughing like crazy. We couldn’t stop. I remember looking around and thinking ‘I could do this for the rest of my life. I could spend the rest of my life laughing with you and I’d be happy. I’d be so happy.’ And then I looked over at you, and you looked so beautiful. You always look so beautiful. I looked at you, and it hit me. And I sat there thinking 'wow, so this is what being in love feels like.’” He laughed nervously, avoiding looking at her, scared that she might be disgusted or be looking at him with pity.

“Y/N,” he took another deep breath and looked her in the eyes. She was staring at him with wonder, but he couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. “I am so completely in love with you.”

The silence was painful. Deafening. The silence made it clear to him that he’d ruined it. He’d messed everything up. He looked down at his shoes to avoid having to look at her.

“I love you too.” His head snapped up as her voice reached his ears. She was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen and her eyes were filled with tears. “I can’t believe I came here to tell that I love you and you beat me to it,” she laughed. He stared at her in shock as she felt the happiness filling her up.

“Okay, real quick because I’ve been saying this in my head for a few hours now and I need to say it out loud: Ben, when I first met you I knew. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. Maybe platonically, maybe romantically - it didn’t really matter. But then it did. Then it did because every day I found something new about you that I loved. Every day I could feel myself falling in love, and it felt so damn good. Being in love with you makes me so happy.”

They were standing in front of each other smiling. And then he was leaning in, and then she was leaning in, and they were both one hundred percent positive that the other was doing it this time. Except then someone called out for Ben because the show was starting in only a few minutes.

He apologized profusely before running out and towards the stage. She smiled as she watched him go. She waited for the entire show in his dressing room. He didn’t make it back for intermission, but that was okay. Mostly because it was just around when intermission ended that she realized he had said something along the lines of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.

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When the show ended the cast were all grouped together backstage in their pre-show dance party hallway. They were all rushing with adrenaline from the show and the applause from the audience, excitedly talking. All except Ben - he was strangely quiet.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jennifer asked with a motherly type concern. He was about to respond when they heard shouts from down the hallway.

“Ben!” They all turned to see Y/N bounding down the hallway until she stopped in front in Ben, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, just have to make sure, did you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He nodded with a smile as everyone watched with wide eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed.

And then her arms were around his neck and his were around her waist and they were finally kissing. Everybody was cheering by the time they pulled apart, and they both stared at each other with wide smiles.

Discreetly, Will, Mike, and Olivia high fived in the background of all the commotion.

Soulmate AU: Soulmates Get Reincarnated with Their Memories Usually Intact

P/N = Previous Life’s Name


The images were usually very fragmented and fuzzy for you but if you focused hard enough and just long enough, you could make them out.

It was the 70s, you were in a hospital bed, and you could see his silhouette. He was tall yet the furthest thing from intimidating, even as he stood over you, saying something. You could never really make out exactly what the words were, but judging by the tone of concern that surrounded them, you could tell that they were words of worry. Maybe even a light scolding. You felt his hands cup your face and his lips pressed to your forehead. If you looked down, you’d see that your leg was in a large cast.

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anonymous asked:

can you explain to me what happened between exo m?? who was the closest when they were all together and then what the heck went down between them after all the shit??? I'm new and confused and just want them all to get along :((

Okay so this definitely isn’t going to be the post you deserve, with links and videos and pictures and just general receipts because I have to get to old navy to spend my super cash so consider this a Sparknotes Edition of the History of Exo-M that is just completely based on my memory.

So I’ll start with debut even though it goes way before that. Exo-K and Exo-M were…a conundrum to a lot of people. 2 groups making the same albums and music videos but in different languages with different members. It didn’t go over well tbh. Not to mention, SM ONLY promoted Exo-K like…exclusively. They had opportunities galore while Exo-M was just…there. Not to mention Exo-K were very timid and awkward at the time, like if you watch their debut stages, they were smol and nervous.

And then, every so often. Exo-M would get an interview or a random performance in China. And they were the COMPLETE opposite. They would be like, “the member next to me is easily the handsomest man I have ever seen with my eyes, let me tell you about it for 10 minutes.” Like they were just a lot of fun and got along great.

It’s even SUPER hard to say who got along the best. Maybe Yixing and Luhan. They were actually Good Friends, even to this day, and not because they had to be. Luhan said he had a special chat or phonebook or something for his Real Friends from back home, but Yixing was still part of it. Tao and Kris were super close too. Tao would talk about how Kris would protect him from ghosts and stuff. Actually, Kris and Yixing were really close too. They were pretty open about how Kris would defend him against bullies during their trainee days (which I’m questioning the validity of now because in Yixing’s book he talked about getting sent home by SM for a while because he clocked another trainee in the face omg). But keep in mind, pre-2015 Yixing was a different guy entirely. He was ultra-Soft™ and was kinda the “mom” of the group and Kris was really wild about him. Xiuchen were very reserved back then. I know Min and Lu were close because of the same-ageness and they played soccer together, but they showed it more after the 2 groups “merged” sorta. Jongdae was very quiet and shy back then (it took awhile to get to Modern JD) and I think people didn’t know what to make of him because then he’d get on stage and unleash these MONSTER NOTES and wow but also he didn’t know where he was most of the time??? (He trained for 4 months and got thrown into Exo of all groups for God’s sake). He was closet to Min, obvs, but Yixing too, because he said he helped him the most with learning Chinese. (That’s why their 2 years of coldness was such a shock to everyone.)

Mama era, despite their lack of notoriety, was kinda the golden age for them. They were well-liked by the public (for the most part, Tao got a lot of hate), and won an award for most popular group and it was SO EMOTIONAL like they played a video to recognize everything they had been through in their rookie year and Yixing was BALLING and they were all so close.

Then it was all downhill from there. It’s not confirmed or anything, but it’s as close to fact as we’ll ever know that Kris decided that boyband life was not for him after Mama. It’s speculated that he just disappeared for a long time, that’s why the gap between Mama and Wolf was so long. When they came back, it was as 12, and they finally started to take off. The M members weren’t really the same towards him. Not cold, but not the same. Tao found a new leader to obsess over. But really, it was just a way to make Exo-M fizzle out because, surprise, SM did not know what the hell they were doing in that market. Thus began Exo’s rise with Growl, but the domino effect of Chinese members leaving.

In 2014, it spilled by a random source that Kris left the group. And SM was like uh no he didn’t? But then a few hours later, turned out Yes He Totally Did. And one week before their first tour! Exo were…pissed to say the least. Tao got online and posted a big rant post calling him a liar and a betrayer. Suho published a letter (though it was probably SM honestly) telling him to a) get back home b) apologize to them and c) apologize to the fans and Kris was like nah on all 3 counts. 

I’m not going to get into the particulars of him leaving because that’s a whole different story, but the response kinda spoke volumes on how the remaining members felt about him. They had a press conference and they were all dressed up and spoke about it and Jongdae dropped his iconic “The ground hardens after the rain” comment then they went on a Chinese variety show (super popular but the name escapes me rn) and talked about him and cried and yikes.

One thing that was noticed in retrospect is that Luhan didn’t show the same amount of emotional hurt as the others. Because you can guess who was next. But Luhan’s departure was a lot…smoother for sure. He looked bad, point blank. Everyone was very concerned about him, members and fans. Exo’s schedule was demanding a lot out of him and he couldn’t keep up. He was bleeding from his eyes on stage. He missed a ton of their tour dates. Then, he came back for the final show, and looking back, Exo knew 100%. Yixing and Jongdae were very very close to Luhan the entire show. Then he left and it was much less of a shock, still shocking, but less so. Yixing pretty much got on weibo within a day and said he still supports him and they’re brothers. Soon after, Luhan and Kris were spotted shaking hands, so Lu was and is on really good terms with everybody.

Fast forward. Exodus. The pathcodes were dropping. Everyone was excited. Tao was in one stage, and then he was not in anymore stages. He had severe leg injuries and SM did NOT care. A few months went by and people had no clue if he was in the group or not. Then came the letter from his dad. He cited that SM made him do stunts which got him badly hurt. Fair. But then Tao’s dad had to bring up how a CERTAIN CHINESE MEMBER got a studio in China while he didn’t. Bad. If new and improved Yixing ever talks to Tao again, I’d be surprised. So, with Tao out of Exo, he had to take back everything he said about Kris. Long story short, with tears and all, Kris did not care lmao.

So here we are today. SM still does not know how to have Chinese artists. Luhan’s pretty much cool with everyone. He and Tao see each other a lot. Yixing straight up does not care if he’s seen with Luhan or not lol. Zyx doesn’t extend the same kind of interest in Kris when they’re at public events. Your guess is as good as mine if they’re on good terms.

As for Min and JD, well, they’ve got each other. I have no idea if they keep in touch with the former members. I like to think they do. They were even kinda cold to Yixing for a long time, but I think even they’re sick of this Exo-K focus while calling it Exo nonsense. They’re starting to stick up for M and Yixing and good on them! So…that’s what you missed on glee.

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

It’s Okay, I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either

Shiro remembers that he and Keith were together pre-Kerberos. Confessions ensue. On AO3: [x]


“End training sequence.”

Shiro’s command echoes off the walls of the training deck. The training bot, caught in a sweeping gesture as it pivots to strike Keith across the middle, stutters on a half-step and powers off with a “clink” of joints. Keith startles, poised to meet the bot’s blow, and watches as the bot’s blue eye fades to an offline grey.

Keith turns to the door of the training deck, ready to ask Shiro why he had terminated the program—only for his heart to drop down to his boots. Shiro stands hunched in the doorway, dressed in his ruffled civilian clothes, his cheeks red like he’s run all the way from his quarters.

“Shiro?” Keith ventures. His Bayard fizzes back into its sheathed form.  

Shiro doesn’t explain right away. He takes a moment to find his breath, turning the words over in his mouth before he says them.

“I—just remembered. Our time at the Garrison.”

Keith’s throat goes dry. The floor seems to tilt under his feet.

Shiro meets Keith’s eyes with a dejected expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.

Keith forces himself to take a deep breath. His chest feels too tight, like something has reached out and wrapped a fist around his ribcage. “It was…never the right time, you know?”

It’s a flimsy excuse; a gentle fiction. Shiro tears his eyes from Keith’s, betrayed. He looks to the far wall as though the answers are written there. His flesh hand twitches once by his side. Keith feels his own fingers start to curl towards his hip. He thinks back to the Garrison, and he can almost feel Shiro’s warm palm against his. Shiro’s hands had been soft back then, Keith’s worn from years of desert life. Shiro hasn’t let Keith touch his bare hand since their reunion on Earth, and Keith wonders how the new scars would feel against his skin.

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“I know, you‘re right. It‘s just… I just wanna be in love and be loved back. I want a good, stable relationship. I want what you and Harry have,“ Chris said, gesturing towards Sophia.

She scoffed and instantly tried to cover it up with a cough.

“What was that?“ Chris asked.

“Nothing, I just… I‘m thirsty,“ Sophia lied and took a sip of water, masking her charade with a fake smile.

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This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol


This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”

“Oh?”

“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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i want to hold your hand

this is dedicated to @losvers-club since he requested angsty stenbrough and who am i to deny that? [based on this ask]

it was around the midpoint of their sophomore year of high school when stan began to notice bill in a different light. he began to notice how his eyes seemed to change color when sunlight reflected off of them; how he would smile endearingly when any of the losers, though mostly richie, did something stupid; how his stutter had gotten so much better, only getting really bad when he had to present in front of a group or if he was nervous. he also noticed a change in his reactions to bill. his heart would skip a beat when he smiled and how he would blush whenever bill touched him.

then stan began to notice how much time bill spent with beverly. he didn’t think much about it at first because bill is nice to everyone, but then stan noticed that bill looked at her like he looked at bill. he didn’t let himself dwell on the subject, but it’s hard to ignore the sting in his chest whenever bill talks to or about her.

school had just ended and he was talking with bill in the building’s main entrance. he listened attentively has bill talked animatedly about a new TV show he’d discovered that stan hadn’t heard of.

“y-you really sh-should- oh, h-hey! bev!” bill cut himself off in favor of calling out to their friend.

stan felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. beverly approached the pair and sat down next to bill, smiling wide, unaware that stan wished she was anywhere but here. he then mentally cursed at himself for being so irrational. it wasn’t beverly’s fault.

bill started to direct the conversation toward beverly. stan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and grabbed his things, standing up.

“where are you going, stan?” beverly asked and stan wished she hadn’t said anything.

bill looked at him curiously and stan looked away. 

“i forgot i have to ask richie about something,” he said, turning toward the courtyard. “i’ll see you guys later,” he added quickly.

he didn’t wait for a response before he headed out to the courtyard, hoping richie was still where he saw him last. he sighed in relief when he saw the familiar mop of black hair. 

richie was leaning against the brick wall of the school, and as stan got closer, he noticed he was leaning over someone. stan didn’t even have to look twice to know it was eddie. everyone, expect the short brunt, knew that richie had a major crush on him. and everyone, except the trashmouth, knew eddie liked him right back.

“oh, come on, eds!” he heard richie tease as he approached the pair.

“absolutely not. i’m never going anywhere alone with you. who knows what kind of trouble you’d get me in to!” eddie hissed.

richie just laughed and seemed to just now notice stan. “stanley! what brings you out here?”

“i need to talk to you.”

“what’s up?” richie asked, suddenly taking on a more serious demeanor. 

stan glanced at eddie. “alone.”

richie nodded and grabbed his backpack. he gave eddie a pinch on the cheek before walking off with stan.

“see you later, eds!” he called out as they headed out of the courtyard, blowing eddie a kiss.

“don’t call me eds!”

the two boys approached the bike rack and richie took the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear and lit it. stan smiled to himself. he knew richie never smoked around eddie because it irritated his lungs despite his asthma being a lie. he took a drag and looked at stan.

“so, stan the man,” he began. “what’s on your mind?”

“you are not allowed to tell anyone this, okay, richie? i trust you, but this includes eddie.”

richie held up his hand. “you have my word. scout’s honor.”

stan rolled his eyes but knew he was being truthful. “i have a crush on bill,” he admitted.

“whoa, hold on! stanley?! having feelings?!” the trashmouth exclaimed.

“beep beep, richie.”

“this is truly a once in a lifetime moment! hang on, i need to document this.”

richie pulled his phone out of his back pocket and threw his arm around stan’s neck, snapping a photo of stan’s annoyed face and richie’s big smile. 

“richie, i’m serious.”

he laughed. “i’m serious, too, stanley. but in all seriousness, you should ask him out! bill’s a good looking guy and i wouldn’t be surprised if someone beats you to it!”

richie ignored the nagging thought in the back of his mind: bill has a crush on beverly. he didn’t want to hurt his friend.

“don’t let eddie hear you say that,” stan teased.

the trashmouth laughed and put out his cigarette. he unlocked his bike and climbed on. “c’mon, stan the man. i’ll race you to the barrens.”

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stan was only slightly panicking as he walked into courtyard after school ended. last night he’d given what richie said a lot of thought and after many hours of panicking and thinking, he decided that he’d ask bill out. he scanned the area for bill, spotting him by himself at a table toward the back. stan took a deep breath and approached the table.

“h-hey, stan,” bill said with a smile as he sat down.

“hey, bill,” stan returned, feeling a bit more nervous. “i, uh, i wanted to ask you something.”

“m-me too,” bill said, looking up to meet stan’s eyes.

stan felt his face warm up and his heart beat faster. endless possibilities were running through his head on what bill wanted to say.

“okay, you first then.”

bill smiled again. “i w-want to ask out beverly. i-i really like h-her b-but i don’t kn-know what t-t-to say to her. a-and it’s not like i’m going t-to ask r-richie for help and th-the rest of the l-losers probably wouldn’t be much help, well except m-maybe ben. and so i decided t-t-to ask you for help.”

stan stopped listening as soon as beverly was mentioned. it felt like he just got hit by a freight train. his heart twisted painfully as bill looked at him expectantly.

“stan?”

he ignored him his and stood up, rushing off to find richie and ignoring bill’s shouts. his nails dug in to the palm of his hands as he fought off the urge to cry.

“stan? are you okay?”

his head snapped up. beverly looked genuinely concerned and that just made him even more upset. he pushed past her, accidentally knocking into her should, but he didn’t apologize. stan regretted it as soon at it happened but he was too hurt, and angry, and upset to care.

stan pushed the main entrance doors open. he spotted richie by the bike racks, except he wasn’t alone. he was with eddie. and they were kissing.

he stared at them for a second. he felt a bitter pang of envy for the pair. stan cleared his throat and they broke apart, richie grinning while eddie’s face was bright red.

“hiya, stanley,” richie said, still grinning wide, obviously giddy from the kiss.

eddie looked at him with concern. “stan, are you okay? you look like you’re about to cry.”

“bill likes beverly,” he muttered simply. “i was going to ask him but then he asked me how he should ask her out.”

richie looked guilty. eddie looked between his friends, utterly confused. stan picked up instantly and glared at the taller of the two.

“listen, stan-”

“you knew! you asshole, you fucking knew and you told me to ask him out anyway! why didn’t you just tell me yourself! it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble,” stan snapped harshly.

richie recoiled slightly. eddie looked from his boyfriend to his friend, still confused but a bit irritated that stan was treating richie like this.

“stan, calm down.”

“do not tell me to calm down. this isn’t any of your business anyway,” stan growled.

he regretted the words instantly upon seeing the hurt look on eddie’s face.

“fuck, i’m sorry, eddie,” he apologized. he grabbed his bike from the rack. “i’m going home. if bill asks why i left, don’t tell him a thing.”

-

stan sat with ben in the library, silently reading a book he’d found earlier.

“are you and bill fighting?” ben asked finally.

stan looked up from his book. “what makes you think that?”

the other boy sighed. “well, you don’t seem to want to do anything when bill, bev, and richie are going to be around. i understand richie, but not so much bev and bill. and you’re closer to bill so i just assumed.”

stan placed his bookmark in the book and closed it.

“i like bill. a lot. i was going to ask him out but before i could he asked me advice on how to ask out beverly,” stan confessed. “i think i’m in love with him,” he choked up.

ben gave him a sympathetic smile. “i kind of figured. if i’m being honest, i always thought he liked you too. i’m really sorry, stanley.” he was quiet for a second. “i understand how you feel, though. i’m in love with beverly.”

stan returned his smile.

-

bill knew he wasn’t acting the same for the past week. he hadn’t seen stan since he asked him for advice on beverly. bill didn’t know what he did wrong but the look on stan’s face made his heart clench. he’d looked so hurt. he missed stan. he missed seeing him and talking to him and just being with him. 

stan didn’t come hang out with them at the barrens again today and bill would be lying if he said he wasn’t upset. the other losers had left, leaving him and beverly alone. 

“i-i can walk y-you home,” he offered. 

beverly smiled and followed him back up the path to the main road. they walked in silence. bill glanced at beverly quickly. 

“h-hey, bev? u-uh, can i ask you something?” bill asked. 

beverly looked at the stuttering boy beside her. “sure, bill. what’s up?”

bill took a deep breath and looked at her. “i w-was wondering i-if you want to go…..o-out……with….m-me,” he trailed off, words becoming softer, as he spotted stan walking in their direction. 

they made eye contact and stanley immediately turned around, causing a stabbing pain in bill’s heart. 

“i'm sorry, bill, but i only thing of you as a friend.” beverly glanced from bill to stan and sighed. “bill, how did it feel when stan started to avoid you?”

bill snapped back in to reality, a bit confused by her question. “u-uh, it hurt a lot. i missed h-hanging out with h-him and i-i don’t even kn-know why he was avoiding m-me. if i knew, i-i’d do something t-to change it.”

“how do you feel about stanley?”

“i like b-being around him and t-talking to him. i like seeing h-him everyday and being the first p-person to know a-anything happening in h-his life. i like h-how excited he g-gets when we-we’re out in the b-barrens and he spots a-a bird he h-hadn’t seen yet. i like l-listening to him when he t-tells me about n-new books he’s read. i like…him.”

beverly raised an eyebrow as bill came to the realization that he was in love with his best friend. 

“bev, i-i like him. i-i love him.”

beverly laughed. “well what’re you waiting for! go after him!” 

she pushed him forward and bill took off running in the direction stan had been walking. after what seemed like hours, he finally saw stan’s figure in the distance. 

“stan!” he shouted, running toward his friend. 

stan froze and turned around, mildly intimidated by bill running right at him. bill finally caught up to him and stopped to catch his breath. stanley moved to rush off but bill grabbed him by the wrist. 

“i-i have to tell you s-s-something.”

stan yanked his hand away and crossed his arms expectantly. 

“sh-she said n-no,” bill began. “i'm s-sorry i-i didn’t re-realize before. bev's g-great and all but w-who i really w-wanted was you.”

stan looked furious. “oh, so now i’m a consolation?! i don’t want your fucking pity, bill.”

bill looked hurt, and stan regretted snapping at him. 

“you’re not a consolation. you never could be. i was just too stupid to realize i like you. i like your sense of humor, your wit, your smarts. i like how you get excited over little things and i like how honest you are. i love you, stanley uris. i love you so goddamn much.”

stan was shocked. bill didn’t stutter once. bill looked at him nervously. he was about to say something when he felt stan’s lips crash against his. 

they broke apart and stan grinned. “you’re an idiot, bill denbrough. i love you, too.”

bill smiled back. he kissed stan again, lacing their fingers together. they laughed as they pulled away. 

“come on,” bill said quietly. “let me walk you home.”

stan laughed as bill pulled him forward. they walked side by side, hand in hand, laughing and smiling the whole way there.

I'm Not in Love — Ch. 1

After being convinced by both Peter and Ned to dance with them at Flash’s end of the year party, Michelle is faced with a fear she didn’t realize she has before: slow dancing with Peter.

Pairings: Peter x Michelle (spideychelle)

An end of the year party. What were they, seven? Michelle didn’t even know why she was even at this lame party. Flash was hosting, and of course that meant everyone who was anyone would be there. including Peter and Ned. Michelle didn’t have many friends; actually, she didn’t exactly have any friends. Peter and Ned were more like acquaintances. Yeah, acquaintance was the right word.

But that wasn’t the point. She only went because she had nothing better to do. She would much rather endure three hours or so of socializing then sitting at home in her room, avoiding her mom. So that was why she was here, sipping apple juice out of a red solo cup in the corner of Flash Thomson’s home. It was crazy to think that people actually had a home. An actual home.

A black light illuminated her features as she observed everyone else. Flash was not only the dj, but simultaneously the head of security. It was amusing to see him skim the crowd of any unwanted people; a lot of them being boys who were too drunk to keep their hands to themselves. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as people make him out to be.

“Hey, look everyone! it’s Penis Parker!” Michelle took everything she just said back. Flash was an asshole. Her eyes fell onto Peter and Ned, who were shying to the edge of the crowd now after being called out. They made it close enough for her to call out and get their attention. “Hey, ned. Hey, Patricia.”

They looked confused at first, before walking over to her. “Uh, h-hey Michelle. Why are you here?” Michelle furrowed her brows at Peter’s question. “Am I not allowed to go to parties now?” She kept a straight face as she watched both of them fumble with there apologies, before talking over them. “Why are you always at these lame parties anyway?”

That was a question she should have asked herself. “It said it was an open invite. Why are you here if it’s so lame, then?” Ned asked. “Free food.” With that, she took a bite out of a tupperware container on the counter beside her. Ravioli? that was a little disappointing. She would have to rummage through their fridge some more to find some better rich people food later. They stood there in awkward silence for a moment, the buzzing of voices along with the vibration of the song humming through her body being just enough for her to shift uncomfortably.

“Uh, do you maybe want to uh–” “Spit it out, Parker.” “Dance? Do you wanna dance with us?” Michelle wore an overdramatic expression of deep thought for about three seconds before answering. “I don’t dance.” Ned laughed nervously. “Everyone dances, Michelle–” “That’s funny, because I thought I just said I didn’t dance?” But even her sarcastic tone wasn’t enough for these two. And so the dramatic begging began. “Ple—ase, michelle? Oh come on! One dance, one dance!” Even Peter was prodding playfully at her, but was careful; and smart, not to get to close to her personal bubble.

“You’re both brats.” She glared at the two, who looked similar to two begging puppies. “One song.” With that, Ned and Peter drug her out to the dance floor. The song playing right now; MKTO’s ‘Classic’, was apparently a midtown high favorite, as everyone, even those who Michelle noticed hung around the sidelines like herself, was dancing along to the rhythm. But then again, She didn’t dance. At least not in public.

“That’s not dancing, Michelle! You’re just swaying!” Peter called her out as she shifted from one foot to the other rather unenthusiastically. “I told you guys, I don’t dance,” she yelled out to them over the song. As the song came to an end, she crossed her arms over her chest. Michelle felt oddly warm for some reason. Was she embarrassed of dancing in front of them?

A small silence followed the end of the song before Flash adjusted the microphone to speak. “Alright, everyone, now we’re gonna take it back and make it real slow for this one.” You’re shitting me. Before she had a chance to find an excuse to leave the dance floor, 10CC’s ‘I’m Not in Love’ began to play. Her eyes darted around the room at the crowd, who were slowly pairing up. No, no, no. This was not happening.

Michelle took a step towards the wall were she originally stood, before ned caught her. “Hey, a promise is a promise! I found my partner, now you find yours.” He was carrying the tupperware container she was eating out of from before, cradling it as he slow danced. Her face went red as she slowly turned, to see Peter standing there just as red and sheepish as her. “Er - may I have this dance?” Michelle couldn’t find a sharp-tongued response this time.

Instead, she took a few steps towards him, and placed her hands awkwardly on his shoulders, avoiding his eyes at all costs. “This is the worst song ever,” she mumbled to break the awkward silence, to which he responded with a stuttered agreement. MJ would have described this as the worst thing she’s ever had to do in her life, but somewhere deep inside of her; yet she would never admit it, this was a dream come true.


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I Think I'm In Love (Shigezane x MC)

This has absolutely nothing to do with Forbidden Lovers ~ It’s it’s own thing I guess XD

Um, yeah, just had this idea randomly, hope you guys enjoy it XD


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Her soft, brown hair trickled over her shoulder like a gentle waterfall, the slight bump as it fell over her breast and pooled next to her slender hips. The early morning sunlight lit up her face, exaggerating and softening her features in all the right places.

Angelic.

There truly wasn’t any other words to describe her.

With her sitting a few feet away from him it was difficult to focus on the report he was supposed to be writing. Sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye, he really couldn’t help the dorky smile on his face.

Definitely a welcomed distraction.

The book in her hand dangled on her finger tips, unread, her eyes had a far away look as she gazed out the open door.

“Everything alright, Doll?” He finally asked when a little sigh left her cherry colored lips.

“Yes … Maybe …” Her mumbling answer did nothing to ease his concern.

“Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears.”

A grunt was her only response as she opened her book once more, giving her full and undivided attention.

Something was definitely off.

He wanted to press more, find her enchanting smile. The twinkle in her eyes when she laughed could outshine any star in the sky. Her joy was his medicine. Her sorrow was his death.

But there was no coaxing her or she would crawl deeper into her shell. Only time would allow her to open up to him, when, if, she was ready.

The brush felt incredibly heavy in his hand, the ink a hundred times darker, the page much duller.

Busy pouting over over sheet of paper, he was completely oblivious to her stare.

Her pretty eyes peeking at him from under thick, dark lashes. They quickly when back to her book.

For a moment there was only the sound of page turning and a brush on paper.

“I think I’m in love-”

CRACK!

Shigezane had a rather difficult time processing what had just come out of her pretty little mouth. The splintered peices of the brush fell out of his hand.

“Uh, hm, really.” Something thick was lodged in his throat making his voice sound scratchy and horce. When did it get so hot in here?

“He must be quite a guy to have cought your eye.” A smile had never hurt so much.

Damn him.

Damn his family.

Hell, damn his cow.

He stiffly brushed the broken peices of the bush to the side.

“He is.” A bashfuly glow lit her cheeks, her eyes stayed glued to her hands. That smile he loved, he now grudgingly realised, was for someone else.

“I just can’t stop thinking about him.” The girlish giggle made him smile, even if he could feel it chipping away at his heart.

“Well, who’s the lucky chap, maybe I know him?”

He didn’t want to know.

He did want to know.

Damn.

“You do. Your very close to him.” She still hadn’t met his eyes.

Probably for the best. He wasn’t sure how well he was hiding his conflict right now.

“Who?”

He did his best to sound intrigued in meeting him, but all he could think about was giving him a good fist to the face.

She began tracing patterns on the floor, a dreamy look in her eyes.

What he’d give to be able to make a girl look like that. Preferably her.

“He’s just so captivating to watch, especially when he spars. He has a great build.” She covered her face, her blush taking on a much redder tone.

Shigezane subconsciously felt his biceps flex. He’d never been one to be jealous over another man being more well built than him, but he sure as hell was now.

“He’s so sweet to me too. He calls me a cute name, and it just makes me feel all fluttery inside.”

He didn’t know what it was about that but it left a nasty tast on his tongue. Curiosity and the need to hit something began to burn stronger.

“It’s Kojuro, isn’t it?”

“What? No. He’s far to old for me.” She giggled. “He’s my age.”

Thank God.

He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she had said yes.

“Actually, he’s quite close to Lord Masamune, he’s related to him actually.”

This bastard … Was related to him!?

Fate was cruel indeed.

“He lives here?”

“No, but he visits alot.” She was twirling a strand of hair on her finger. “He has a wonderful sense of humor.”

“I bet he dose.” It came out much harsher than he had ment to, but with her high spirits she hardly noticed.

“So are you gonna tell me who he is?”

He just needed to know.

“I’m sure you can guess by now, Shigezane.” She stood up, hands clasped behind her she stepped outside. “When you do, could you tell him I’m waiting in the garden, please?” She smiled sweetly over her shoulder.

“Of course.” It hurt to swallow.

Shigezane stared at the wall as he listened to her footsteps fade.

Of course.

What else could he have said?

No, because, I think I’m in love too … ?

He rested his forhead aganst the table, his arms encircling around him. A moment … Just for a moment, he wanted to pretend that conversation did not just happen.

She’s waiting for him.

And he was supposed to go calmly tell her lover that.

And he would. He would do anything for her.

Of course he’d do as she asked … Then beat the shit out if him in a sparing match.

The thought healed a little of his broken heart.

The question was, who was he going to beat the shit out of?

He was here age, which also ment, his age. He was probably some inexperienced dolt who didn’t know how to treat a woman right.

There were many young men his age that could be her possible lover, but none of them where related to Masamune, or him for that matter.

Honestly, the only person who even fit her description was him.

His rested his head on his arm, pushing around the brush peices. He was happy for her, he really was. She was a smart girl, so whom ever she has set her heart on must have been a man worth her time. He only hoped that this wouldn’t end with he-

Wait.

His hand stopped as his mind back tracked.

The only person who fit that description … Was him.

Her age.

Related to Lord Masamune.

Cute nickname.

Dosent live in the castle but visits regularly-

His feet slide on the veranda as he shot out. Briefly apologizing to the maid he had terrified he swiftly hops the railing.

Shigezane didn’t think he’d ever ran that fast in his life.


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Highway (Part 6)

Originally posted by enjoy-the-life-baby

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,039

A/N: And here we go! The part where I finally set up the angst for the rest of the story lol i’m kinda sad :/

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Bucky Barnes had chased the adrenaline ‘till he couldn’t breathe anymore.

He was the kinda man who never went through something like this. Something so beautifully overwhelming, something that made his chest tighten and something that pulled his lips back into a stupid and giddy smile. You were doing this to him.

You were the one he’d chased down, 'till he realized you had him wrapped around your pretty little pinky. Oddly enough, he found himself incapable of having a single issue with just how pliable he was in your presence. 

How could he when it made him feel so alive? So…so…wanted?

Because he’d gone his entire life feeling like he truly was a speck of dirt upon the pristine surface of society, a trauma-haunted speck of dirt that was destined to remain trapped in a garage, drinking away the nights that he couldn’t sleep. 

After the terrors in Afghanistan, after returning to this town with a wounded soul, Bucky had been inconsolable, debilitated with insomnia and flashes of anger and panic attacks. Panic attacks and anger that caused trembling fingers and shaky breaths and hot tears. 

Those episodes often led Bucky to recollect those haunting experiences on the battlefield.

They used to call him Sergeant Barnes.

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She Raped Him
  • It was getting to be that time of the month again. You were starting to feel that urge again. The urge to prowl. Like that ravenous appetite that arises in a werewolf every full moon, so did you feel this lust budding in your thighs and breasts, getting hungry for another victim.
  • You had experimented at first. Drugging your victims the first few times. You had convinced your cousin that dabbled in drugs to get you some of that " date-rape" drug. Guys were easy to manipulate with a little cleavage and flirting. You justified it because you told yourself that they deserved it.... Jerks that preyed on other girls with one night stands and such.
  • Nevertheless, you were stilled scared the first time you did it.
  • A motionless male passed out on the bed. You would pull down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. You toyed with him, teased him as he laid there on his stomach passed out.
  • And then you gave it to him. Even though he didn't say no, it was still rape. But it was exhilarating beyond compare. The strapon being shoved in and out of his ass gave wonderful orgasms to you. With each thrust, the resistance would force the strapon back against your throbbing pussy. It was so wonderful, you had to be careful that you didn't pass out too after your orgasmic explosion.
  • You thought it was funny that they would wake up the next day with a sore bottom, not knowing where it came from or what happened.
  • After a few victims, you were looking for something more adventurous. You wanted to find a real victim, you wanted an awake victim, but you feared getting in over your head. What would it be like to actually rape a man?
  • The thought of it made you wet. You had your strapon underneath your yoga pants and you started stroking it fantasizing about it, looking at the calendar with Halloween circled. You were going to a party. Those were always the best places to find unsuspecting victims.
  • You showed up at the party very fashionably late. The later the better, the guys would be drunk by then anyway. You were dressed as leopard. You had a dark brown tight leopard print camisole. Your black bra straps exposed as well as your generous cleavage. You had black kitten ears on your head. You drew small whiskers on your face with black eyeliner. You were wearing dark brown matching leopard print yoga pants, that went down to your ankles. And you also had a ballet dancers dark brown skirt. This was to conceal your hard on underneath, your strapon tucked snugged into your yoga pants.
  • You caught the eyes of many men and you jokingly growled at them. You prowled the party looking for him. Then you saw one. He was filling people's cups of beer at the keg. He hit on every girl , and would pinch their ass or lift their skirt up after they got the beer. He embarrassed every girl that came by. What a jerk. You were plotting your move observing quietly from afar.
  • "Hey , how are you?"
  • Caught off guard , a guy came up.
  • "Nice costume."
  • "Oh.... oh yeah thanks. and uh... where's your costume..."
  • "oh, I couldn't decide, I just didn't know if I was coming."
  • Yeah.. I decide to come last minute..." your eye still on the keg guy.
  • "I know this sounds cheesy, but I think we've met before.." shyly asking
  • "Oh... I'm sorry "... you reply
  • ".... Uh ... I think I fixed your computer .. at the uh... Best Buy ..." he said
  • You respond " oh yeah... Idid get my computer fixed ... wow you got a good memory.. "
  • He grins and replies" I remembered because you were really pretty... and uh oh I didn't mean that... "
  • You switched your attention to him . He was blushing. He was obviously very nervous and shy. You hadn't noticed at first, but he was dressed very smartly and was kind of cute.., for a shy tech nerd...
  • He had a dark green button down, dark black jeans, leather dark brown ankle boots and matching belt. And he had a classic polo dark blue jacket on. His cologne even smelled good.
  • You smiled as he fumbled over his words.
  • You look back at the keg guy and he was gone.. You whisper damn! ... as you look to see where he went..
  • " Is everything... ok..? " he asks
  • You turn your attention away from the keg guy and reply. " yeah... yeah, uh.. I just looked at the line to the bathroom and it's all the way back to the kitchen. "
  • He says " Hey I've been here before, there's a private bathroom in a bedroom at back of house. The bedroom door is locked, but I use it and no one knows about it...
  • Want me to show you?"
  • "Oh sure .. that would be great.. "
  • You follow him back to the bedroom, and you actually started checking his butt out and it looked nice. He was skinny enough, he probably had those cute dimples on his butt. You quickly check yourself and tell yourself nooo , he's too nice.
  • He unlocked the door and y'all both go inside.
  • He walks back to the bathroom and turns light on and says here it is, and he walks back. You go inside and go to bathroom.
  • As you exit, he is leaning on a dresser.
  • The outside noise and music is booming. You say "it's kind of nice to get away from the music and noise." And you lean against dresser next to him.
  • As your hand is on the dresser, you feel his hand touch yours... it's quiet ... you look down and kind of smile.
  • He says, "you're the prettiest girl here and you're way out of my league, but if you leave and I don't ask, I will
  • always regret... cuz I'm always .. too shy.... but I have to ask , may I kiss you. ?
  • You look at him, you are still grinning.. and he is blushing red. You think that is very sweet and cute, and what harm can it be..
  • You say, "since he asked so nicely, , yes you may"
  • He leans closer in and says close your eyes, and you do.
  • Then as you are expecting to feel his lips on yours, you feel his breath on your cheek. His cheek is up to yours but not touching, but you feel him. He gently , so softly, brushes his dry lips against your cheek, his breath on your ear. , he continues to dry kiss your cheek, and it's
  • totally unexpected, but you start to get butterflies in your stomach and it's the most sensual kiss ever...and you begin to really enjoy it and he continues it for it seems like forever... and you feel like you've had a spell cast on you ...
  • Then his hand comes up to your cheek, cusps your cheek so gently and warmly and his lips move to your lips and then they touch, and he gently brushes his lips against yours... you are enthralled... lips tickling ever so slightly.. And then he moves in front of you. But you don't even realize it. His hand goes to the back of your neck, his fingers go up into your hair and he presses his lips against yours
  • Both of your lips smush together and what was once dry, slowly becomes wet. Your breath starts to stutter a bit.. and then he moves in closer and both of his hands wrap around you and he pulls you in.
  • And then you feel it.. He feels it
  • Your shaft is pressing against his thigh
  • your eyes open just as his does
  • he pulls his lips away, his head draws back
  • Then you do t know what comes over you, you grab him
  • You grab his face with both your hands
  • And pull his face back in, and you begin kissing him
  • You drive your tongue into his mouth
  • You pull him in
  • But as his arms were warmly around you before, they are coldly pressed against your hips, stale not moving
  • His neck is tight, as you swirl your tongue in his mouth , you feel he tries to withdraw his head
  • But you pull him in even more
  • Your tongue swirling all over his tongue
  • Your hand drops down to his ass and you squeeze it pulling him in, you feel your shaft press into your body.
  • But he presses his hands gently against you, letting you know he wants to pull back
  • You stop kissing and realesse his head, he's panting for air.
  • You step out and twirl him around against the dresser .
  • His eyes widen.
  • You grab his head with both hands and you begin to run your tongue all over his mouth . You are forcing your tongue into all of his mouth, in and out...
  • His hands on your shoulders trying to push you away.
  • You press harder. Your body against his, your tongue in his mouth.
  • His back arches as he tries to get his head away from your tongue.
  • As he arches back, he begins to slide down against the dresser. As he slides down, you feel your fake cock pressed against his body and against yours. You feel your erection . You release your tongue , from his mouth, and your hands aid him in sliding down. Then you put your hands on his his shoulders and push him down until he is almost on his knees , his head right in front of your crotch . You press your hips against his face. His face gets lost in the ruffles of your skirt.
  • But you feel your cock pressed against his face.
  • You look into the dresser mirror, you feel guilty at first. He's such a nice guy, but you see his head in your crotch and it invigorates your animal passion even more, you grit your teeth and purr into the mirror. As your hands hold his face against your strapon bulge, you pull your skirt away and throw it. You reach into your yoga pants and you pull your cock out and force it against his face .
  • A real looking cock with a head and throbbing veins. And it's big. His eyes grow wide.
  • You press the shaft pressed up against his face.
  • His hands pressing against your thighs . Your black stretch panties below the strapon and the words escape your mouth.... "Suck it!" You put the head of your cock on his lips... "Suck it!!" His lips are sealed shut... He's mumbling mmmpphh... One hand holding the shaft, a fist wrapped around it, the other hand holding the back of his head.. Your hand slips to his nose to pinch it closed. He tries to wriggle away... Then he gasps for air... And you immediately shove the head and shaft of your cock into his cute little mouth.
  • His eyes wide open. You thrust. You thrust so hard, it jams his head against the dresser. The entire shaft goes into his mouth. So far, His mouth pressed against your panties.
  • You slowly withdraw.
  • You say suck it again and ram your large cock in his mouth. The cock slams against the back of his throat, conversely ramming it against your soft pussy. You fist grab it again and you
  • You press it against his cheek to watch your head bulge against his cheek. He's is trying to get away and push you, he's gagging and mmpphhing... It's turning you on so much. Holding your cock in your fist and spanking his face with it and jamming it in his mouth, and ramming it against his cheeks.
  • He finally squirms away , he's on his hands and knees and coughing and gagging.
  • That's it, he's it. He's the one. Tonight's the night.
  • You're going to rape him.
  • Your heart is pounding. Your teeth are clinched. Your pussy is on fire and your cock is in your hand and you even feel like you have an erection.
  • You pull your yoga pants off , you pull your leopard shirt off. You stand there in your black bra and panties. Your kitten ears on your head. Cat woman, strong and fit and muscular. He finally starts trying to get up.
  • He exclaims WTF!! He stands up, you backhand him. He falls on the bed. He has a scared look in his eyes now. He begins to crawl away across the bed.
  • You jump on him.
  • You reach around his waist and undo his belt, you undo his button and zippers.
  • You begin to pull his jeans down. But he is holding them on . You yank on them and they pull down.
  • You yank his shoes off, next his pants. He's clawing to get away.
  • Your cock is swinging in the air .
  • He's wearing tight black boy shorts. He has a perfect ass. you slap it and grab it.
  • He's trying to pull his underwear up, but you kneel behind him you begin to squeeze his ass through his soft spandex athletic boy shorts. You rub your cock against his underwear, in between his ass cheeks.
  • He looks behind him.... "no... what what are you doing!!!"
  • as he's looking, as he's trying to crawl away, you put your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and you yank them down below his ass.
  • His nice little ass, .
  • You put your knees in between his. You spread his legs.
  • You grab his hips and pull them up in the air.
  • You grab your cock with your fist and you put it right between his ass cheeks. He looks up, right into the dresser mirror. Looking at you behind him. In your bra .
  • He shakes his head, please no... he begs
  • then you insert the tip of the head.
  • His eyes widen
  • You force it in
  • His eyes widen
  • You begin to push
  • His fists clinch the bedsheets
  • Then
  • You do it
  • You take him
  • You rape him
  • You thrust your cock all the way in
  • You hear him gulp a big breath of air, his back arches , an electric rush shivers your whole body
  • Your fingers claw his hips
  • You withdraw
  • and bam you thrust hard again
  • and again
  • and again
  • And again
  • The force slams each thrust into his ass and against your clit.
  • You slam so hard, it knocks him forward.
  • You fall on him
  • Laying on him
  • You wrap your arm around his neck
  • You bite his ear
  • And you even growl
  • As you rhythmically pump your cock into ass
  • You just started, but you are already about to orgasm
  • Each thrust sends shock waves into your pussy
  • You begin to release high pitched moans
  • You begin to squeeze your arm around his neck even more, his hands are trying to pry your arm away as you continue to thrust harder and harder
  • And then you can't hold it anymore
  • Your pussy explodes, you can't even thrust anymore
  • You orgasm like never before your wet juices are exploding all between your legs.
  • You are quivering...
  • Your begin to release him
  • You convulse
  • You go limp on his body
  • You look into the mirror and he rolls you off your body
  • you roll over and lay prostrate on the bed.
  • Your erect cock pointing straight up.
  • You are spent.
  • Then you see him pulling off his underwear, he crawls back in bed..... and then you notice... he's fully erect...
  • it dawns on you... you came so fast... he didn't...
  • Then ... He begins to climb on top
  • He... oh shit... he straddles you
  • He grabs his stiff cock with his fist, and he lays it on your face... He says Suck it! Your eyes go big....and he jams it in ..... mmmpphhhh....