and i wiped everything from my laptop

Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.

Just heard from the people who I took my laptop to

It’s going to have to be another week or two. They’re gonna wipe everything as I suspected. Uhm… So yeah. I’m sorry that it’s taking so long and that my content isn’t what it used to be… I’m trying to keep my blog alive its just kinda hard.. I’m sorry

Take my laptop? I'll take your home.

This happened some years ago.

An ex who I used to be on friendly terms with asked me if she could borrow my laptop. I suspected absolutely nothing wrong, so I let her use it.

A couple of days later, it mysteriously disappears, and she swears someone broke into her house and stole it. She keeps stringing me along, telling me she’ll front the $900 or so I’d need to replace it. I know she doesn’t have that money, but you know, if it got stolen…

But, something just doesn’t feel right. I can just tell she isn’t being very forthcoming with information about this. So I start prying. I find her brother on Facebook, whom I know and we’re on pretty good terms last I talked to him, so I shoot him a message asking him to call me, which he does.

“Hey, have you seen B? (my ex)?”
“Yeah, she lives with me now, she never told you? But she just left, can I take a message?”
“Not exactly. Did she happen to have a silver laptop with her when she left?”
“Yeah, we were watching Netflix on it earlier. Why do you ask?”

And now the cogs were turning in my head…

“Oh, she was going to bring it to me to fix a problem with it today, wanted to make sure she had it with her before I actually met up with her. Thanks though!”
“No problem, see ya, man.”

So we’ve confirmed that my ex is full of shit and my laptop is with her, she lied hoping I’d just write it off because I’m too kind to pursue this. Yeah, no, not today. Due to her brother also confirming that she lives with him (as opposed to with her mom, as she said before), I know she’s usually in one of two places: her mom’s, or her brother’s.

I also happen to know from dating her prior that her mom and dad “live” at the same address. And also that her mom and dad have an active restraining order against eachother. And a whole other litany of stuff that would be very bad if law enforcement ever found out.

But I figure I’ll be nice about it at first, so I ask her if she’s sure she doesn’t know where the laptop is. Nope. At that point I move onto telling her that I know she has it, and I want it back. She gets defensive before eventually blocking all communication with me. Ah, we’ve hit a nerve.

That’s when I pull out my trump card.

I have a really good friend who’s also mutual friends with her, but at the time, me and this guy were like brothers. So I phone him up, and ask a favor of him.

“Yo man, I need you to send a message to B for me. Tell her that I know she has my laptop, as I have it set to tell me where it is every time it is connected to the internet(bluffing, but I know she ain’t gonna call it), and it says it keeps moving between her mom’s and brother’s house. Tell her that I know her parents live under the same roof illegally and are in violation of a restraining order, and that this is her last chance to amicably return my laptop to me before I essentially ruin her parents. And her.”

“No problem man, got it.”

I wait a few hours, and sure enough, she unblocks communication and tells me she’ll return the laptop, but I have to meet her at her boyfriend’s house to come get it. I smell a trap. But I agree.

That’s when I gather some of my best friends, one of which is in the armed forces. We all hop in my car to go get the laptop back. Ex tries to get me to come into the house, but I stand my ground and tell her that she hands me the laptop out in the open, or I call law enforcement.

She reluctantly brings out the laptop, I check to make sure it’s all there. After which she tells me: “I think it’s better if we never talk again.”

Oh, you bet your bottom dollar we’re never talking again. We turn and leave, and that’s how I got my laptop back.

The end.

…except no. This isn’t a pro revenge story without the revenge. Given that her brother was relatively well off and she was resorting to doing crap like this, I had a sneaking suspicion I wasn’t the only one, and that possibly, possibly, she might be stupid enough to ignore the rule of not defecating where one consumes foodstuffs.

I got home, got my laptop restoring from a backup (ex wiped my entire laptop in hopes that I wouldn’t be able to track it. I wasn’t anyway but thanks to her brother I didn’t need to), and called her brother, again. Told him everything that had happened. Sent him all the message logs with my ex, as well.

Initially didn’t believe me, but it all started to come together in his head. And he told me that he was missing random stuff from his house, as well, but never suspected that my ex could have been behind it. She was banned from his house thereafter, and had all her belongings tossed on the sidewalk. This whole fiasco cost my ex the roof over her head, and damn, it felt good.

The Wrong Brother- Chapter 3: The Confession

SPN FanFic (5 parts)

Reader x Sam, Dean

3,557 Words

~After a night out celebrating a hunting victory with the boys, you wake up next to the wrong brother…~

Warnings: Language, Implied Sexual Situations, Violence and Injury in later chapters. Oh, and tears.

~Chapter 1~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Epilogue ~

Chapter 3: The Confession

         It was like a door had been opened. A door that had been locked and sealed shut your whole life and now you could step through it whenever you wanted.

         You spent the night with Sam, neither of you getting much sleep. You talked and kissed and touched and made love until you collapsed onto the bed, your hands never leaving each other’s bodies. Sam kept his eyes on your all night. He seemed afraid to let you go, as if he would close his eyes and you’d disappear. Sometime in the early morning you had drifted off to sleep, lying naked against him, your head on his shoulder, hand over his heart. Sam covered your hand with his own and kissed your forehead. “I love you Y/N,” he whispered. “Love you too Sam…” you muttered, half asleep.

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Other Worldly (Part 4)

Pairing: Reader x ??? (Reverse!French Mistake)

Words: 3,007

Summary: When Dean and Sam are called away on a case, Y/n is left to dwell in the bunker with a few surprises…

Warning: Weapons, mentions of werewolves, vampires, and witches, minor swearing, mention of losing a loved one

Tags: @fandomcrazedhuman @kyleewinchester (If you want to be tagged in future updates, let me know!)

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

After two days of exploring and having fun, you still had little info from Cas. However, Sam and you were now the best of friends, staying up late talking, reading old tomes, and gossiping about his past.

Last night, you and Sam had decided to bake some cookies, although neither of you were a very good baker. Dean had had to sweep in and stop the kitchen from burning down.

“If you idiots are done almost killing yourselves, I’m going to bed.” He’d grumbled after, slouching past shame-faced Sam and you. When he was out of sight, you and Sam had burst into giggles, then cleaned up the mess which may or may not have involved a flour fight…

They had set you up in a room a couple doors down from them, in the room you had woken up in the second time. Sam had made you promise that if you needed help, you would come get him. Dean had slid a revolver in the space between your bed and night stand. “Just in case.” He had said.

In under only forty eight hours, you had learned so much as well, going through the library and reading information they didn’t talk about in the show.

“Wait, mermaids are real?” You had asked while examining the spines on a shelf. The word had caught your eye because the only mermaid you had ever heard of was the Zanna, Nicky.

Dean had rolled his eyes while Sam’s face lit up with a chance to tell you something you didn’t already know. “Not exactly in the sense of ‘The Little Mermaid’, but more or less, yes. Here, I’ll show you.” He had come to sit by you and you two spent an hour going through the old book, and subsequently other books.  

Somehow, the other day, you and Sam had gotten on the subject of Jess. You had been talking about one of your past relationships which led to Sam wanting to share too. You had tried to urge him not to, because you knew how painful that subject was, but he had insisted, sharing about his time with Jess that the viewers didn’t know about.

“You know I was going to marry her?” He had asked quietly. “Had asked one of her friends to come with me and help pick out a ring.”

You nodded, placing a hand on his arm in comfort. “Yeah, I know. I’m so sorry Sam.” He shrugged but wouldn’t look at you and you felt your fangirl heart break. “You know, in the fandom back home, all the fans want to do is wrap you all up in a blanket with hot cocoa and tell you how amazing you are. So I’m going to do it for them.”

You wrapped your arms around Sam’s shoulders in a sideways hug and rested your head on him. “You are all so amazing.” You said. “You have saved so many lives and fought so many wars and this world does not deserve you. You deserve to have your family and friends back and a proper life. I just hope you find it some day, because Sam? You are worth everything, and you should be treated as such.”

Sam turned to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, giving you a proper hug. He buried his face in your neck and you felt wetness on your skin as silent tears escaped. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry.” You soothed, rubbing his back comfortingly and hugging him for as long as he needed.

When he pulled away, he had stopped crying and gave you a small smile. “Did I hear hot cocoa as part of this comforting thing?”

The rest of the day had been spent on the couch, both of you wrapped in a blanket and watching movies. You didn’t see Dean until the cookie fiasco and didn’t know what he had been doing during that time. Sam had gone over to ask him if he wanted to watch too but came back alone.

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Putting the Organs in Organization

So in case y'all haven’t noticed by now, I never actually have titles that make sense with my posts. But at least today is actually about organization! (I can’t promise any actual organs, but I’ll try an extended metaphor.)

First off is a disclaimer: this is just how I organize myself, and it may or may not work for you. I change my organizing style from year to year, too, so it can be a very specific and individual sort of thing. This is what works for me, and if it sounds logical, then maybe you can try it out~

The Heart: Planner

All right, so the thing I spent the most money on in that picture above (other than the laptop) is that blue planner. I mean, it was only $15, because I’m still cheap, but the point is that I made a point to look for a good one which I liked and had a format I was happy with. My planner is the heart of my organization system–it is where I write down everything due in the next two weeks, and any club or school events that might occur, and anything that might consume time which I happen to know about before it actually happens. I don’t only write down things for school, here, I write down concerts I’ll go to and stuff like that too. Therefore, it is the heart. If nothing else worked, a good planner would help me keep my life sort of together when it would otherwise fall apart. 

Spinal Cord: Notebooks 

I didn’t want to say “the brain” because that would be too mainstream. However, I am in school, and so I presumably have to get some actual learning done over the next four years. That learning happens in my notebooks! I take notes and do practice problems here. However, I also learned after freshman year of high school that it’s a really bad idea to have a notebook or binder for every subject, unless you have a) the back muscles of Captain America and/or b) a way to make an enormous lumpy backpack become a hawt fashion statement. At the same time, it’s really important to make sure you know where all those notes actually are so you can go back to them. 

This year, I ended up using two notebooks for five classes, and color coding my notes with little post-it tabs, as shown above. When I start notes, I put a colored tab on it for whatever class it is, and use as many pages as I need. Then, when I start again, I put another tab for the next class. This actually worked really well for me, because I can also flip right to where my math notes are without having to sift through the whole notebook, and I could even start dating the tabs if I wanted to. Usually the order they are in the notebook is enough to tell about when I learned something is in my notes though. When I have questions, I tab it to the side rather than at the top, so I can cover my questions in recitation. Those tabs are analogous to lymphatic fluid or something….I don’t know ^^“


So if we’re using an organ analogy, there are some people at mit who are cyborg robots. THERE’S PEOPLE HERE WHO ARE COMPLETELY PAPERLESS. They take notes on their tablet and do their homework on their tablet, and then when they need to turn stuff in they print it out

This amazes me and I admire them so much, but I just have to have actual paper…particularly for my planner. 

However, I’m a huge advocate of using electronics in your organization system. For example, my planner cannot beep me to remind me to turn in my physics problem sets when I’m super tired, but my phone certainly can! 

Google calendar is the best thing ever. Legit though. I sync my phone with my computer, and it’s all on my google account, so even if one of my devices were to get wiped, all my data is safe~

I love google. It’s the best. As a kid with divorced parents who always had to move from house to house, place to place, and without my own laptop, the cloud basically saved my life in high school. I never had worry about losing a flash drive or whatever. I still keep everything important on the cloud~

I want to experiment with using Evernote, but I haven’t gotten around to that yet. Some people, although not completely paperless, scan their notes to their computer so they’ll never lose them, and that sounds like a good idea. 

And of course, you also need to worry about keeping your stuff organized.

My laptop is my soulmate, so I take very good care of it–I run virus scans periodically, clear out old files and downloads, and uninstall extraneous programs. It’s a good idea to clear out old junk on your computer (which can pile up pretty quickly) and I do the same with my email. I try to always keep my inbox under 30 emails. If there are things I need to keep, I put them in other folders or archive them. Again, google <3 because gmail has great tools for that. And as for my phone, I also try to delete apps I don’t use anymore and random files I’ve downloaded to keep it going smoothly. Hooray~

This wasn’t a very organized post, actually….I kind of just spouted random tips x) But, despite that irony, I hope this was somewhat helpful, or at least fun to read! 

GOOD LUCK! Especially to the high school class of 2015, you can do it guys. Application season’s tough right now, but on the other side of all this pressure, you will become an incredible diamond :) and take time to chill out once in a while. 

Just breathe!

Teacher Gilinsky– Part XIV

Teacher Gilinsky Part XIV

After my phone call with Jack, I just sat in my bed; numb, dumbfounded. How could I be so.. So stupid? So careless? I’m so fucking screwed.

I didn’t sleep that night. I was too shook up, my anxiety attack getting worse. Once I heard my Mom get up and go downstairs, I set up a game plan. My mom is the most understanding person I know, so maybe I can just talk it out with her, right? I slipped some pajama pants on and headed downstairs with sweaty palms. 

“Mom?” I called out, walking into the kitchen to see her leaning against the counter, a newspaper and her coffee in her hand.

“Oh, you’re awake,” She smiled setting her paper down next to her glasses. “Do you want me to make breakfast? I bought some bacon at costco yesterday.” She said with a warm smile. Probably the last one i’ll see in a while. 

“Mom, I need to talk to you,” I said bluntly, my heart racing and my mouth is suddenly dry.

“Okay, about what?” She asked, closing the fridge and opening the package of bacon.

“Um… I wanna talk about.. Uh, I wanna talk about Jack.” I merely whispered his name, looking at everything else but my mother.

“What about him? Oh sweetie, did he dump you? ‘Cause if he did I’ll kick his–“

“Mom! He didn’t break up with me. I don’t know how to say this.. so I guess I’ll just come out and say it. Jack isn’t a student… He’s my teacher.” Silence. Complete and utter silence.

“Your teacher?” She spat.

“My.. teacher.” I whispered.

“..You know. You were already pushing it with the kid but this,” She paused as she shook her head. “This is not right. I told your father to have some faith in you! That we needed to trust you more! Thats why we were so cool with him being a father at his age, or what age we though he was. I just— I can’t. I don’t even want to look at you. You-you had sex with this man! Your fucking teacher… That is statutory rape, Y/N! I can’t look at you, go.” Silent tears streamed down my face, as I finally gained the courage to look at her. She shook her head as she looked through me. 

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I whispered.

“No you’re not… I love you honey, but I am ashamed. Ashamed.” She said flatly. “You can go in your room while I talk to your father.” My heart dropped from my ass to my toes, farther if even possible. 

“I’ll bring you breakfast when its done. You are not to see him, or speak to him until your father and I figure out what to do. So give me your phone.” She held her hand out. I nodded, locked, and turned my phone off. Thank god for passwords and touch ID.

I walked upstairs, brushing past my dad as I walked into my room. 

“Y/Nickname, What’s wrong?” He questioned, following me into my room. 

“Just ask mom. I’m done talking about it.” I whispered. He nodded and left my room, and closed my door behind him. 

I locked my bedroom and bathroom door, and slid my macbook out of hiding. Thank god for iMessage. 

Me: I told my Mom about us.

Jack Gilinsky: What did she say?

Me: She’s pissed, to say the least. She hates me.

Jack Gilinsky: I’m so sorry, baby. Are you coming to school today?

Me: Hell no. I doubt she’d let me, since you’re there. 

Jack Gilinsky: Do you think she’ll talk to the principal?

Me: I sure as hell hope not. I’m sorry I got you into this mess. I promise I’ll do everything I can to prevent them from talking to anyone, okay?

Jack Gilinsky: Okay. I love you baby.

Me: I love you more.

I closed my laptop and turned my tv and blu-ray on, so I could watch netflix. I finally fell asleep to the girls of Pretty Little Liars receiving an -A text. I awoke approximately 4 and a half hours later to a light knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I whimpered. I rolled over and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. Jack opened my door wider, looking behind him before shutting it quietly behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s like you have a death wish!” I whisper-shouted. 

“It’s okay. Your dad I assume is at work and your mom left a few minutes ago.” He stated. “I had to see you.” My heart fluttered, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I questioned. 

“Free period.” He smiled, pecking my forehead. “Now can I have a kiss please?” He whispered, his nose brushing mine.

“Not until I brush my teeth.” I smiled and hopped out of bed. 

“Is that mine?” He asked me, his eyebrows raised.

“The shirt? Maybe..” I smiled and pulled it down a little more, considering I ditched the pajama pants long ago. I walked into the bathroom and wet my tooth brush, put the toothpaste on it, and wet it again, before beginning to brush. 

“It’s okay baby, it looks much better on you than it ever could on me.” He whispered into my neck, his head resting on my shoulder. We made eye contact in the mirror, his hand lightly brushing my thigh, his hand gently trailing up the tee shirt to my hip, causing fire to ignite everywhere he touched. 

I spit the toothpaste foam from my mouth and rinsed my brush, before flossing. 

“Flossing, really? I knew you were a floss nerd.” I scoffed and smacked his hand that was on my hip, his giggle causing a smile to break out onto my face.

“I was just kidding.” He drew out ‘kidding’ with a long groan. 

I turned to look at him, his hands grabbing both of my hips and lifted me onto the bathroom counter. 

“What’re we gonna do?” I whispered into his chest, nuzzling my nose into his neck. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do. It depends on wha—“ He was cut off by my mother, who was standing in the doorway of my bathroom.

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