and the crappy fireworks

anonymous asked:

Please do number 24 for nate

#24 “Do it, I dare you.“

My door bust open and there stood Nate. “You could knock you know.”

“I know,” he said, plopping himself down next to me on my bed. “So what are we watching tonight?”

I sigh and drop the subject, “I was thinking The Purge: Anarchy ‘cuz I haven’t seen it yet and I wanna go see the one coming out this week.”

“Are you sure? Whenever we watch scary movies you’re never able to sleep after.”

“Stop worrying about me! I can take care of myself.”

“Alright, ok! You go grab some food and I’ll turn it on.”

10 minutes later we’re watching the opening scene of the second movie in The Purge series. Nate and I are both under my favorite blanket, close together but not purposely cuddling. The relationship between me and Nate has always been kind of a gray area. We’ve never been actually together, but we’re definitely closer with each other than we are with anyone else. And since we’ve become close, neither of us has dated anyone else. I mean, I wouldn’t even think of being this close with any other guy.

But we’ve never talked about it. We’ve never had a discussion on what would happen if one of us dated someone else or if we even wanted to date other people. Whenever our friends bring it up I’m just kind of awkward about it and he teases and makes jokes about us. And we’ve never kissed, or gotten anywhere close to something sexual.

Every time there’s a jump scare or something gruesome happens I hide in the crook of his neck and scoot a little closer to him. After a while, his arm comes behind me and he pulls me in closer to his chest, shielding my eyes whenever something really bad happens.

Once the movie’s over it’s kind of late. “You can stay here, if you want,” I suggest. His place is a bit of a drive away.

“Yeah, sure.” He takes off his pants and I should be surprised or shy or something, but this happens a lot. I know he likes to sleep in his boxers though, so I leave him alone.

He turns off my light, leaving me with only the small light coming from the window. I watch as his figure heads out of the door, knowing he’s headed to my couch.

“Wait!” I say. He stops and turns around, waiting for me to speak. “You can, uh, sleep in here if you want.” I pat the space beside me.

He crosses his arms. “You’re scared aren’t you?”

I nod. “Just a little.”

He comes over to the bed and gets comfortable beside me. “I told you, we should’ve watched Spring Breakers.”

“You just wanted to see naked girls,” I accuse him.

“Well since you won’t show me anything…”

I hit his shoulder. “Shut up!”

“It’s true! You’re just an innocent, all new to the world.”

“I am not! I can be sexy and bold and daring,” I say, even though I know I’m not any of those things.

“Fine, then prove it. Kiss me.”

I nearly gasp out loud. Kiss him? I mean I kind of want to, but that’s beside the point. What will this do to us? What if it means nothing to him and everything to me and it ruins our entire relationship?

And that’s when it hit me. I love him. Like as more than a friend. He means the world to me. He’s always there, and I love him for it. But how does he feel about me? I mean, he would’ve made a move by now if he felt the same right? What if this is his move?

“Well, do it. I dare you,” he says. Suddenly this feels way more intimate. I can feel his eyes on me even though we’re in complete darkness.

My mind is still going at 1000 mile an hour, until I feel his hand brush against mine.

Fuck it.

I swing my leg over to the other side of him and plant my lips on his, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. I mean, there might not be for us, after this kiss.

At first I can tell he’s shocked, but eventually he regains his consciousness and steadies me with one hand on the small of my back, the other on my neck. Damn, he was a good kisser. It felt as if a burst of energy had ran through me and I didn’t want to go to sleep anymore. I just wanted to stay like we were now, until we both just collapse of exhaustion.

Then he rolled me over and our tongues were introduced and an entirely new feeling took over. Arousal. His fingertips grazed underneath my shirt, mere inches from my breasts and all I could do was moan into his mouth. His groan followed as he made his way down to my neck. He nibbled and kissed and sucked and I was sure there’d be a hickey tomorrow.

He got lower and lower until he was at the tops of my breasts. I could tell he wanted my shirt off, and I was about to, until he just sighed and rolled back over onto his spot. I didn’t realize how cold it’d been without him around me.

“That was…” I start off.



“Didn’t know you had that in you, princess.”

“Neither did I.” We both just lay there for a second, catching our breaths. “Nate,” I call out. “What was that?”

“You kissed me,” he replied simply.

“And you let me!” I say defensively.

“Aye, I never said I didn’t like it.”

“You more than liked it,” I say, more comfortable now. “I think you gave me a damn hickey.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he chuckles. “When a gorgeous girl throws herself at you, it’s hard to resist.”

“I did not throw myself at you! You dared me to do it,” I say.

“I didn’t think you actually would! But I’m definitely glad you did.”

“Did you just call me gorgeous?” It made me just a little bit giddy inside.


“Well did you?”

“I mean, yeah,” he shrugged his shoulders. Finally, he was feeling awkward about something. “I mean you are, Y/N. You know it too.”

“So what does this mean for us?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean Nathan,” I gently shove his shoulder. “For as long as we’ve been friends, we’ve never talked about the possibility of what just happened now actually happening.”

“It’s too late for this. I barely understand what you’re saying.”

I take a deep breath and convince myself that this has to be done. “Are you into me? Like as more than a friend?”

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness by now and I can see his eyebrows lift up. He hesitates and it makes me wish I hadn’t started this conversation in the first place.

“You know what? Nevermi-“

“No, no no, I do like you, Y/N. A lot.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Well why would I say it if I didn’t mean it?” he says sarcastically. I laugh as he continues. “Princess, I’ve liked you for a while now.”

“Why didn’t you say something then?”

“I don’t know. It was just a lot easier to get close to you and not say anything about it. You never minded when I hugged you or kissed your cheek or came over to your place alone when we weren’t together so I figured why mess it up.”

“So you never asked me because you were scared?”

“I was not scared,” he said determined. “Just comfortable where I was.”

“You were scared,” I say, just to rile him up.

“Comfortable!” he exclaimed and I laughed so hard I had to clutch my stomach. It took me a minute to calm down. Once I did, he came close to me again and kissed me. This time it was a little slower.

He pulled away for a moment, his eyes closed for a second. “You know, you never said a certain few words back.”

“I like you too, Nate. A lot.”

“Well then, would you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?”

I smile at him and peck his lips. “I’d love to.”

His lips press onto mine again and I smile.


A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! Sorry, I’ve been kind of inactive since the 4th of July. This has just been kind of a crappy week so far. I didn’t get to go to a firework display, which sucked because Independence Day is my favorite holiday. Then my driving lesson yesterday went better than before, but still crap. Now today, I read about Alton Sterling (I refuse to watch that video, even though I’ve passed it a million times), and that hit close to home for me, especially seeing his son break down like that. And after I read about that I had to go to driver’s training and listen to the instructor tell me she wanted me to cough up extra money for extra lessons, because apparently I’m that bad at it. Now I don’t even know if I want to drive just because this class has caused me so much stress I can’t even tell you. But I still have to because my parents invested $300 dollars in this. Sorry for ranting.

Anyways, I’ll probably post one more prompt sometime this week, then I’ll be working on pt. 2 to that one prompt with Swazz. I know there were 2 or 3 of you that requested it so just give me some time. Goodnight.


So this weekend I drove with some friends to North Carolina and discovered…

South of the Border

What is this place? Well, for starters, there are billboards advertising this place about every half-mile for 50 miles approaching the border of North Carolina. And it doesn’t tell you what it is. They’re just weird, punny signs telling you that this place exists.

Now you’d assume South of the Border is a theme park. But you’d be wrong. You just would assume almost anything except for what it is.

The best way to explain it is that it’s a glorified truck stop. There’s a gas station, and a fireworks store and the store that sells crappy clothes. And it has giant fiberglass zoo animals that I guess you take your picture in front of? And it looks like there’s about three rides. All in about the space of a Walmart parking lot.

I have to go.

It is schtiky, kitschy wondermemt on a level absolutely unknowable through common human experience.

I must go to this place.


Stiles sighed before looking at the pictures on her laptop. “I really wanted us to be a silly matching family. But I suppose that could be saved for another year.” She said with a weak smile.

“You know, if you get off my lap I’ll finish my work now and run to the store and buy you junk food for tomorrow. So tomorrow it’s just crappy food, movie marathon and fireworks.” He offered