EVA: We’re gonna kill those who made the hate account. Sana: I’m also hungover af and dad is visiting from Bergen to celebrate my 18th birthday. Yippee!
CHRIS: Eva!! Mom said it’s okay for us to celebrate your 18th birthday at my place on Friday!!
EVA: SHE DID?? Fucking hell!!
CHRIS: She asked why you couldn’t have it at your place, and I was like… ehhh.. they’re renovating. After the last party.
EVA: Hahahaha!! Awesome!! Who are we going to invite??
[Elias watching Youtube video of the boys]
ELIAS: Talking to me?
SANA: Sorry for being mad.
ELIAS: So you’re not mad anymore? That’s good. I thought you were going to be mad for the rest of your life.
[YOUSEF: Okay, are you ready?]
SANA: Why aren’t you friends with Even anymore?
ELIAS: No, the guy doesn’t want to be with us anymore, so we can’t make him.
SANA: So it’s not because he.. tried to kiss Mikael? Because I heard Mikael freaked out.
ELIAS: That’s not why. It’s.. A lot happened. The guy just started doing a lot of random stuff. Then he tried kissing Mikael, among other things. And we tried to get him to chill, but it didn’t work. Then he dropped out of school and I talked to Sonja and she told me he was depressed. And when she told us we tried to call him and text him a lot, but.. So it’s his deal if he doesn’t wanna hang out with us.
SANA: You know he’s dating Isak? I think he misses you.. Because he asked about you the other day.
ELIAS: He did? Tell him hi, then. Hey. You know Yousef?
Once a year,
usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students. It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting
of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and
other classic carnival fare. There’s
always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford
even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel. Most of the booths are run by student
volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever
charity the student body has voted on.
I go every year, mostly for the
caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the
scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.
In truth, I didn’t even sign up for
it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her
I should have told her to find
Penny, or Trixie or even Minty. Anyone
It doesn’t take long for the word to
spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the
line has doubled in length. Mostly first
or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter
with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the
It’s not the worst thing that’s ever
happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled
upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the
middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses
I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes
back. How she endured hours of this, I cannot
comprehend. That’s just Agatha, I guess.
A redhead drops her donation into
the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time,
her cheeks aflame. I try to look as
non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of
the space. She darts in with a kiss that’s
no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her
friends, a triumphant grin on her face.
She must have been dared. Poor
girl. I hope I wasn’t her first.
“Well, well, well.”
My stomach lurches at the cold drawl
I know only too well.
“What are you doing here, Baz?” I
say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.
He stands there with his arms
crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a
sneer. “When I heard that the Chosen One
had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”
“Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you
“Saving the World of Mages one kiss
at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle. “Not
exactly what I was envisioning.”
“I’m only covering for Agatha,” I
retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”
He scoffs. “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank
you very much.”
“She’s not my – forget it,” I shake
my head. I’ve told him at least a dozen times,
but it never stops him.
“She must have been really desperate
for a break to put you in charge,”
Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be
sweet. “You’d think she’d at least pick
someone attractive for the Kissing
It stings, but I don’t flinch. “What, someone like you?” I spit back too
His eyebrows shoot up in delighted
surprise as I realize my mistake. “You
flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow
tighter and hope it passes for anger.
“Is there a reason you’re still
here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz
says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of
my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages. “I’m here to torment you.”
“Great, well you’ve done that.”
“I wanted to see what you’d do.” He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing
his face far too close to mine for comfort.
“What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing
“You can torment me any time,” I shoot
back, “you’re holding up the line.”
“Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I
wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”
“Then go away.”
His eyes narrow and he pretends to
think. “Mmm, no. I don’t think so.”
“Baz, I’m warning you.”
“Terrifying,” he drones, “but this
is too much fun. Besides,” his eyebrow
flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”
I flash him a smirk of my own. “Aw, Baz.
If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”
Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an
eye. “You think of that comeback
“There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore
him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so
close. “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t
owe you anything.”
He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine,
and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge. Out of my periphery I see him reach into his
pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.
I should punch him.
I should spit in his face.
wanted to see what you’d do.
I take him by the lapels and crush
his mouth under mine.
He makes a muffled sound of
shock. To be fair, so do I, but mine is
more angry than it is surprised. I kiss
him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is
oddly soft. A face like his, you’d
expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest
thing from unmoving. I can’t tell if he’s
struggling or if he’s kissing me back
but his lips are so, so soft and I
want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…
I only stop when a series of wolf
whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.
Trying to salvage the illusion of
control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar. The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth
features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous
line. I probably have.
“Was that what you wanted?” I growl.
He doesn’t answer, just holds my
gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels
slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.
I don’t see Baz
at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing
the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents
three times. I keep Penny company where
she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I
even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a
little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for
service. When she and Penny are freed we
pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered
for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel. Only once the light has begun to fade and the
signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways. Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats
Basically, I’m doing anything I can
to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any
longer. I’ve wandered the grounds enough
times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can
barely see the ground in front of me.
Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the
night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules
anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually. There’s no undoing what’s happened.
When I finally trudge back into the
room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate
the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door. His expression, though I don’t see it for
long before I look away, is hard to read.
Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt
earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too. Almost a where
were you edge.
Normally I have to start any type of
conversation, but tonight he wastes no time.
“What the hell was that, Snow?”
There’s no question as to what he’s
referring, and I can’t help but get angry again. “Me?
You’re the one who had to start something!”
“Well, you didn’t have to react so
drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the
window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler
than usual, almost transparent. I half
expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.
soft, soft lips.
“You were egging me on,” I seethe,
the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before
kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”
“Proud little hero,” Baz says with
the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”
“You know I can’t, not in front of
“Wouldn’t want them to think the
Heir is a coward.”
I feel like a balloon in me is
swelling and deflating at once. “But
that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger
momentarily aside. “If they think I’m
afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and
for a second I think maybe he understands.
I want so badly for him to understand.
“No reason,” Baz eventually says,
turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen
I want to groan, to kick something,
to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not
fight me. Have we ever in our lives made
eye contact without there being some challenge between us?
“Why did you have to get in that
line?” I shake my head. “There are so
many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”
“To be fair, I’ve already exhausted
most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.
“When have you ever been fair?”
I’m tired of standing here at the
door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about
how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as
ever. His gray eyes are positively
silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as
if it’s soaking the rays directly into him.
He almost glows. I have to laugh
a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze
curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night. If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly
the moon. Distant, cold, mysterious,
almost too pristine to touch.
His gaze returns to me
suddenly. He raises an eyebrow in a
wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.
“What exactly was it you expected me
“At what point, Snow?” he gives a
humourless laugh. “You had more than one
opportunity to react.”
“When you paid the fee.”
His tiny smile disappears. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Drop it, Snow,” he says, the
hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him. Drop it
is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t
want to tell.
“Was I supposed to kiss you?” I
ask. For some reason I have to know.
“I don’t know, Snow, punch me. Push me.
Beat me to the ground. Something.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Wait.
You wanted me to hit you?”
He shrugs, more with his head than
his shoulder. “One of us has to get
I rise to my feet, and I’m
face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time. Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint
of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver,
something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it
dawns on me. He was putting on a show at
the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had
they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?
of us has to get hurt, right?
And suddenly it makes sense.
There’s only a few inches between
us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses
to his lips.
He doesn’t kiss me back this time,
but he doesn’t move away either. “What
was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.
“You act like we’re so different,” I
say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”
“What do you think we’d be if we
didn’t have to fight each other?”
I don’t miss the split second of
longing in his eyes. “Keep dreaming,
“Because I bet it would involve a
lot more of this.” I bring a hand up to
his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s
exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.
Baz closes his eyes like he has to
collect himself. “You’re the hero. I’m the villain. What more do I have to say?”
“Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both
know that’s not true. You’re a boy, and
I’m a boy. That’s all.”
“Tell that to the rest of the world.”
“I don’t care about the rest of the
world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”
“If there was no act, no reputation,
no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”
Baz returns my gaze a moment,
searching my eyes.
Then his lashes close and he’s
kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.
I let my fingers tangle higher up in
his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only
without the anger of the afternoon. He
angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping
my waist and pulling me closer. I melt
against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent,
and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom
lip between his teeth in a gentle tug.
Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of
surprise when I press back a little harder.
When we finally break apart, both of
us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my
mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want
to hear my name in his sigh. Would he
sigh Snow or Simon? I want to know.
“Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss
to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”
When I meet his eyes, they’re full
of more longing than ever.
In response, he kisses a soft, slow
triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by
my eye, and I can’t help but smile.
“Run!” you heard Hyunsik shout behind you as your feet gained momentum on the pavement. Yoongi was already several yards ahead of you, leading the way to safety. The three of you had been ambushed. Your targets now made you the target.
You could feel your heartbeat in your chest as you tried to run as fast as you could, but you were stuck in place. There was no place for you to go. There was no place for you to hide as the sounds of their bullets started to ring through your ears.
“I told you to run!” he shouted again, angry that your feet hadn’t made any progress.
“I can’t move!” you shout as you turn around to face him.
The air gets knocked out of your lungs when you see the sight in front of you. Hyunsik is on his knees. Flowers grow from chest where the metal bullets made impact. He silently begs you to turn around, not wanting you to see the gardenia’s blooming. You let out a silent scream, no one able to hear your cries as you watch the petals of the white flowers spread open as they drain the light from his eyes.
Your eyes snapped open to a room full of darkness. You were dreaming. It was just a dream. You grabbed at your chest only to find that you weren’t dressed. Sitting up, you realized that you had fallen asleep in his bed. The clock on his bedside table read 4:30 in the morning. You had to be up in 30 minutes.
He doesn’t stir as you slip out of his bed, cursing yourself for breaking one of the most important rules between the two of you: never stay the night. Sleeping with your partner was already a very bad idea and neither of you wanted to deal with what could happen if either of you developed feelings. Emotional weakness could get either one of you killed.
And as your dream reminded you, you had already lost enough.
a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)
“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this
without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt
yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you
stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.
A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
“Take care of Sam and Dean.”
That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.
Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as the mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.
Surprise, surprise! You open your big mouth to Tony Stark, and it gets around about your crush on a certain metal armed soldier. What happens when he finds out about it, and what will he do to get your attention?
Warnings: FLUFF. FLUUUUUUUUUFF.
Word Count: ~2200
A/N: Holy shit a writing?! YES. For @avengerofyourheart ‘s birthday! Happy birthday love, I’m sorry it’s late but I hope you love it nonetheless!!
You sat in the kitchen, idly spinning your spoon with your finger in your coffee cup; your eyes focused on something else besides your breakfast in front of you. It was while he wasn’t looking (as always), but you just simply couldn’t help yourself.
Bucky Barnes, in general, was a gorgeous man. Taunt muscle just teasing outlines underneath a tight t-shirt, a new black vibranium arm that had your mind wandering on how he would know how to use the damn thing; his hair pulled back in a bun to keep it off his neck from his run with Steve. Those eyes? Ugh, the blue killed you every time, making you weak in the knees. Of course, as soon as the man turned around from what he was doing, you’d quickly look down at your food like it was the most interesting thing in the world; only praying he hadn’t caught you ogling his assets.
Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…
WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing
Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.
Babe I’m sorry about the other day
Baby please pick up…
What do you want me to do?
I can bring strawberry ice cream for you
Babbbbbby please answer me
I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.
“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh.
“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile.
“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.
“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.
“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”
“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.
“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.
“See you kiddo, be safe.”
“I will, love you”
They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.
“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.
“What the hell do you think your doing y/n”
“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.
“What the hell were you doing”
“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”
“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared.
It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth.
I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.
“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more.
“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled.
“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.
“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now.
“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.
“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.
As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.
“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss.
“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.
“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.
I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.
“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.
“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.
“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.
“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.
“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.
“J-Justin, I’m ab-”
“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever.
“Justin?” I pant.
“Yes angel” he smirks.
He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.
“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing.
“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.
“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.
“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.
“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him.
“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing.
“Baby?” he pants.
“Yes?” I ask in the same state.
“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.
A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you
There are sooo many. Here are some of my faves. Some are deep as hell, some are pure salt & sass, some are as smooth as his shiny bald head.
No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying.
I enjoy the frilly cakes!
We were all young once. Makes me giggle every time.
I am grim and fatalistic. Getting you into bed is merely an enjoyable side benefit.
I lay in dark and dreaming sleep while countless wars and ages passed. I woke still weak a year before I joined you.
The Inquisitor turns her hawk-like gaze to me, penetrating deep into my most secret desires. Only… Not. I care deeply for many things beyond the Fade. Just not you.
The healer has the bloodiest hands.
It’s comforting that whatever qualities I lack, you’ll invent for me, Varric.
I volunteered to help, Inquisitor. Rattle the bars if you like, but I chose to enter this cage.
Ah - because I am an apostate. I might flee before the Inquisition throws me in chains?
We must mark the occasion of the Dalish remembering something correctly. Perhaps we should plant a tree.
Most people do [forget Fen’Harel]
I will try, in my own fumbling way, to try and learn from how you helped to seal the rift at Haven. Ah, wait. My memory misleads me. You were not there.
How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with fewer ripples.
Please speak up - I cannot hear you over your outfit.
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: slight angst, smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin • words: 10,930 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your
brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party,
flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was
months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual
tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room. Words: 5.4k Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray) Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut Square filled: Fingering A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo
I wrote this in an hour, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
The smell of alcohol was heavy on Thomas’s breath as he stumbled through the doorway of his and Alexander’s home drunkenly, his vision hazy. He slammed the door shut behind him, uncaring of the rather loud bang it made, the noise resonating through the house. He walked in as straight a line he could, which was rather crooked, due to his current state, and into Alexander’s office.
Alexander sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously, eyes shining with reflected light from the screen. The document that he was currently working on was nearly twenty pages long by now, each dark word on the digital paper having been written in rapid succession. This, of course, meant that Alexander had not left his at-home office in two days, as he was notorious for doing.
“Hey, Lex…” Thomas slurred, moving over to Alexander and resting his arms on top of the other man’s head, leaning over him. “Wanna come to bed? I’ll make it worth your while…”
“Hi, Thomas.” Alexander replied, not particularly caring about his boyfriend’s drunken state. “I have to work on this, I can’t come to bed. Maybe later? I have to have this done by next week, and I really don’t want to procrastinate on it.”
“You never procrastinate, Lex, you’re you,” Thomas said, leaning down to whisper in the other man’s ear. “If you come to bed, I can make you feel good, Lex. Really good… Come to bed, Lex…”
“No,” Alexander responded, not willing to put up with Thomas’s antics at this hour. “I have to work, and you know that. Go to bed without me. I need to do this.”
“Work, work, work, all you care about is work. Work can wait. You’re already so far along, why can’t you just come to bed, Le-”
“Thomas, no! I’m not going to come to bed, I’m not going to have sex with you, and I am not going to stop working! You need to understand that I have important things to take care of!” Alexander interjected, frustrated, and pulled his gaze away from the computer.
“So, I’m not important? Is that what you’re saying? You care more about your fucking work than you do about me? Huh?”
“Thomas…That’s- that’s not what I meant…” Alexander stuttered, attempting to clear up any misunderstandings caused by his poorly-chosen words.
“Then why’d you say it like it was?”
“Thomas, I just have more pressing issues than going to bed with you right now, it’s not personal, it’s just-”
“It’s just that you care so fucking much about your work. So much that you just forget about your boyfriend. That’s fine. Fucking great, even. I’ll just find someone else to share my bed with, then. I don’t need you.” He declared, turning around and leaving the room quickly, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
“Thomas, wait!” Alexander said hurriedly, realizing his mistake. “I didn’t mean-” He tried to explain, but was cut off by the front door slamming shut loudly. Alexander raced over to the door, and nearly collapsed as he watched Thomas step into a cab and be driven off, too late for Alexander to stop him.
He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair regretfully. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? He could feel wet tears begin to trail down his face as the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He had essentially told Thomas that he didn’t care about him, that some stupid report was more important than the man he loved… Yes, he really had fucked up.
Alexander drove up into the driveway nervously, looking up at the home he and Thomas shared amidst the pandemonium of the city. He parked the car, taking in a deep breath as he did so. He could do this. He could walk inside their home and beg for forgiveness. Thomas hadn’t come back home the previous night, and he’d been in meetings all day in a separate building, so Alexander was unable to try and speak with him. Then, to top it all off, Alexander had been forced to stay an extra three hours longer because of some new case that was barely worth the effort.
Stepping out of the car, he ascended the few stairs to their front door and closed his eyes, breathing slowly and opened the again, bringing his key up to unlock the door. When he reached for the doorknob, however, the door creaked open on its own, already unlocked and ajar. Alexander cautiously stepped over the threshold, shoving his keys back into his pocket.
He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to slam it, unlike Thomas had been the night before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he remembered the harsh slam of the wooden door last night as Thomas stormed out when Alexander had told him…had told him that…that he…That wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was finding Thomas and apologizing. It didn’t matter if Alexander had to beg on his hands and knees.
Soft laughter sounded from their bedroom and Alexander lifted his head at the noise. Thomas must be in there, he thought, and headed towards the room. Pushing open the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight before him.
Thomas laid in bed next to his closest friend, James Madison, who was evidently more than Thomas’s close friend- at least, now he was. They were both fully undressed, laying in eachother’s arms beneath a thin blanket. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Alexander nearly screamed as his mind processed the what he was seeing.
“Oh, Alexander!” Thomas noted boredly, as if it was a simple fact and not his boyfriend catching him cheating. “You’re home. I warned you, didn’t I?”
Alexander felt a tear trail down his face, still in shock. “Thomas, y-you-”
“I what?” Thomas asked condescendingly, cutting Alexander off. “I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with James? I had sex with someone else in our bed? I don’t really give a fuck if you’re crying or not? I’m just following up on my promise from last night? Because the answer to all of those is a definite yes, Alexander. I told you that I’d find someone else to share my bed with, so I did.”
“Thomas, what’s going on?” James asked, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. “Why are you shouting?”
“Nothing, Jemmy, it’s nothi-”
“It’s not nothing!” Alexander interjected, eyes wet with tears. “You’re cheating on me, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! I trusted you, and I wanted to make things right, but apparently you don’t want to…”
“Why is Alexander here?” James asked, gaze switching between Thomas and Alexander as he sat up, pulling away from the other man. “You told me that you two had broken up, Thomas!”
“Then I guess he lied to you! We didn’t break up, and I get to come home to see my boyfriend cheating on me!” Alexander half-sobbed, half-shouted, not making any effort to hide his emotions.
“Thomas, you fucking bastard!” James yelled, leaving the bed as quickly as possible and pulling his boxers on. “You knew I wanted you, you fucking knew, and then you go and tell me that you and Alex broke up so that you can what? Cheat on your boyfriend with me? Get revenge for something miniscule? You fucking disgust me, Thomas. I’m leaving.” He said, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt, heading for the door and stopping as he looked at Alexander in front of him, sobbing heavily. “Alexander…I’m so sorry…” He muttered before leaving the room, and soon enough, the house.
Alexander stared at Thomas through blurry eyes, his cheeks stained with tears. The taller man lay in the bed, naked save for a sheet covering his waist and everything below it.“Thomas…” Alexander spoke softly, wrapping his arms around himself. “How could you do this to me?”
Thomas let his gaze fall on Alexander, focusing on him. “We had a fight. And it looks like I won, Alex.” He stated plainly, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.
“Is this actually about that stupid fight, Thomas? I-I was going to make it up to you, was going to apologize and beg for you to talk to me again, even if it was just to tell me to go away. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so upset at what you would say to me. Couldn’t imagine a life where you really despised me for what I did. Well, I could, but I didn’t want it, Thomas. Not ever.”
“Alexander, you said-”
“I hadn’t slept in three days! And you had been gone all day, I missed you, and I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was lashing out at you, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I…I had no idea, Alex, I-”
“But I guess you aren’t, huh? You didn’t stay awake all of last night terrified that the your boyfriend would never love you again. I did that. You were off fucking James Madison. Why? Because you were mad?”
“Yes, Alex, but-”
“But nothing! You didn’t have a good reason for it then, and you sure as hell don’t have a good reason for it now! I’m leaving, Thomas. I’ll be back for my stuff later. Goodbye.”
“No, Alex, wait!” Thomas shouted, nearly jumping off the bed and grabbing onto Alexander’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t leave me…I fucked up, I know I did, but please, Alex, I need you…” He begged, staring up at Alexander with wide, fearful eyes.
Alexander yanked his hand away from Thomas’s own, and stepped back, staring at Thomas with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure spite as he spat, “You didn’t need me earlier. It looked more like you needed James.”
And with a pivot and a slamming of the door, Alexander was gone.
And Thomas was alone.
He would remain that way for quite some time, his only company being the sobs that echoed through the room.
Anonymous said:Can you do a story where the reader is going out with mr j and she wonders off in a club and a group of guys harass her and she’s innocent and just scared and Mr j goes crazy and protects her and just yea that’d be amazing and some Mr j fluff in it 😜
J and you were at his club, trying to have a good time after a stressful week. It was Saturday night so the place was absolutely packed! ‘’I’m gonna grab a drink’’ You told your boyfriend and stood up from his lap. He slapped your bum gently just so the other man around saw that you were his and they would better not touch you. ‘’Be back soon or I’ll miss ya’’ He winked cheesily as you walked off.
It took a little while to get to the bar while avoiding drunk people. Just as you sat down on a bar stool and patiently waited for the bartender’s so come to you when they’re finished, some guys sat around you. It was strange that J fell for you because most of the time you were nice and kind. But sometimes your head just got all messed up and you could do awful things, but that was rare.
The man leaned towards you and one even stood behind you so you couldn’t escape. ‘’Hi sexy’’ One of them with a dirty smile winked. He had messy hair and alcohol on his shirt. They all stunk like ass. ‘’I have a boyfriend’’ You defended yourself and nervously tapped your fingers on the counter.’’Oh he doesn’t have to know. Let’s have some fun!’’ Another one chuckled and touched your back. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got nervous.
‘’Leave me alone’’ You tried to warn them. After all if they would continue, J would kill them - no doubt. ‘’Don’t be fucking boring’’ The same voice said again and suddenly you were pulled off of the chair. The men practically dragged you away from the bar, making you so panicked that you forgot what self-defence was. ‘’H-Hey!’’ You tried to yell, but the music was so loud that your voice drowned in it. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall harshly and you hit your head.
‘’I bet you have such a tight little cunt’’One of them said, but you were so scared that you couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to. Your heart stammered in your chest and you wanted to cry. A hand touched your inner thigh and that’s when you felt tears stinging your eyes. ‘’Let me go!’’ You insisted and desperately tried to yank yourself free from their strong arms, but it was useless.
The hand rose and touched the lining of your panties, making the tears fall from your eyes. ‘’Stop!’’ You begged and wondered how no one saw this? On the other hand the three were towering above you, making it hard to see you. Before they could do anything else, you heard at least three gunshots and the person right in front of you, the one touching you, fell onto the floor. The other two stood there and turned white as sheets when they saw their friend dead.
Joker had noticed this and come to your rescue.
‘’Walk away baby this won’t be pretty’’ He growled and you saw two of his henchmen behind him. Two other henchmen walked up to the rest of the harassers and they were held tightly, not allowed to escape. Fear sunk into their faces and they knew they had fucked up real bad.
You walked away from the wall and watched you step so you wouldn’t step on the dead man. Tears gushed down your eyes and you were trembling. J nodded to his henchman Frost who then put his arm on your shoulder in a comforting way. Suddenly J walked up to the guy that had been on yout left side. ‘’You did something really dumb’’ J growled in his face madly. The people around you knew what was going on, but no one dared to step in whatsoever.
‘’I-I’m sorry!’’ The man cried out in pure fear, but sorry wasn’t enough. Joker kneed his crotch and a painful yelp escaped his lips. J repeated the action and horror grew on the other guy’s face. You watched as he started beating the guy like a maniac as the henchman hold the guy. ‘’No one..’’ J started and held onto his jaw tightly. ‘’..disrespects my queen like that!’’ He finished angrily and punched the man straight in the face and I could hear his nose breaking. It made me sick in the stomach.
A sob made Frost look at you again.You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to stay calm, but you were still shocked. Everything happened so fast. You felt disgusting since the guy had touched you there. ‘’Frost do me a favour and take her to my office. I bet she doesn’t want to see the rest’’ J sighed and faced you with his back, clothed with a golden jacket. Frost replied with a ‘’yes sir’’ and then started walking away with you beside him. People stepped out of the way as Frost took me towards the hall where there was an elevator.
As soon as you two got in the elevator, silence fell over. Tears were ruining your make-up and I kept trembling. ‘’I’m sorry miss’’ Frost apologized softly. He was one of J’s most trusted men so you had talked to him a lot. You just nodded and then wiped away some tears which was useless. The doors slid open and you walked to the left until you were behind a black door. ‘’J’s r-really mad’’You whimpered and sat down on a big chair that was in J’s office. Frost nodded shortly.
‘’He flipped the table when he was told what was going on’’ Frost let you know. You looked at him silently. J really cared about you which was weird. Why? ‘’Do you want anything? Water?’’ Frost suggested and saw how uncomfortable you looked. ‘’No thanks’’ You mumbled and then bit the inside of your cheek to hold back cries.
A few minutes later the door opened and J walked back. His clothes were bloody and his knuckles were already bruising. He seemed pissed as hell. When he saw you sitting there, he hurried to you.
‘’Oh baby..’’ He breathed out and put his warm hands on your arms and then got on his knees in front of you. He seemed relieved to see you there after beating people up. You put your hand on his and tried to stay calm. ‘’Thanks Frost’’ J muttered and a second later he walked out, leaving you two alone. That’s when tears started to run down your cheeks again.’’Oh baby..don’t you cry..They can’t do anything to you anymore’’ He promised and gathered himself. He picked you up and then sat on the chair and placed you on his lap.
‘’I’m sorry..I-I don’t know what happened..’’ You whimpered, still scared of the situation. J wrapped his arms around you softly. ‘’Shh..It’s not your fault’’ He reminded you with a calmer voice and started rubbing your back gently like you were as fragile as a feather. You nuzzled closer to him and then his scent calmed you down. You were safe with him.
Summary: You finally get the courage to yell at the noisy neighbor upstairs and begin to realize that maybe you should’ve gone up sooner.
a/n: pls be kind first smutty thing I’ve written in A WHILE, idk if it’s any good I’ve literally re-read it like 15 times before posting. Enjoy! Hopefully more of my writing is on the way!!!
“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yelled in exasperation. The floorboards above you creaked and thumped as your neighbor pounded on their floor.
It was currently 11:30 and you were trying so hard to get your presentation done for tomorrow’s class. You grabbed the broomstick that was becoming less for sweeping and more for hitting on your ceiling in shallow attempts at getting the ruckus to quiet down.
Warning: It’s a threesome, so it’s basically all smut
Summary: You are dating Jared Padalecki. One night, after you’ve gone to bed, Jared has Jensen and their friend Matt over. Matt thinks it would be funny if Jensen slid into bed, pretending to be Jared, to see how badly they could scare you. Little did they know that you hadn’t fallen asleep just yet and heard the entire conversation outside the bedroom door.
“Matt, you do it.” Jared hissed.
“Hell no! Y/N’s gonna kill me. Jensen, you do it!”
“Oh, right, sure. Just let me be the one to get their ass kicked.” There was a slight paused before you heard Jensen mutter, “fuck, alright.”
Smiling to yourself, you did your best to stay still as the door pushes open. All of the boys were laughing quietly as you felt the bed dip next to you. Pretending to shift in your sleep, you rolled over, draping an arm and a leg over ‘Jared’.
Nuzzling your head into his chest you took a deep breath and muttered, “mmm I love it when you smell like Jensen.”
mary's death is important!!! it is important so sherlock stops being arrogant!! and it is important the show has conflict!!! john and sherlock need conflict or the show is stagnant!!!!
me, an intellectual:
in episode 5.8 of elementary, Jonny Lee Miller's Sherlock Holmes decides that he is far too clever to continue attending recovery meetings. Joan "played by Lucy Lui whose character is not a cheating hypocritical white male" Watson points out to Sherlock that addicts who continue going to meetings maintain their recovery better than those who don't. After some crime solving and self reflection, Sherlock takes Joan's advice and returns to regularly attending meetings wherein he acknowledges his arrogance and starts on the path of unlearning his arrogance. This happens as a result of mutual honesty and respect between him and his best friend/equal partner Joan "played by Lucy Lui whose character is not a cheating hypocritical white male" Watson and Sherlock's disposition for self-reflection and the best part??????? No women were killed to make male characters more interesting because Elementary is not written by misogynistic wankers who openly admit to not reading valid critiques of their show, but is written by decent humans that care about their audience AND the sensitivity of their content.
P.S. If you are anti!elementary, or a tjlc person pretending your fetishistic misogyny is lgbt representation, this post is not for you so please kindly don't interact with it.
It had been eleven days since his parents caught you in the middle of…almost sex. Eleven days, and yes you were counting. Eleven days of hugs, hand holding, and everything else that just friends do. Eleven days of nothing. Eleven days since Jeff had at least, kissed you.
It was frustrating, mentally and sexually, the way he was treating you. He made you feel like you had the same sex appeal as the sweaty socks on his feet.
That’s not to say you didn’t try talking to him about it. You tried on day three, and he brushed it off, as though you made it up in your head.
You stood next to the trunk of Jeff’s car, post-baseball practice, as he was taking off his cleats. He set his slides on the gravel in front of him and leaned back into your ride home.
“Jeff… ” you whined.
He paused for a moment, turning at your tone of voice. “What’s up babe?”
“Is there a reason we haven’t done anything since…you know” you bite your lip looking up at him, nervous for honestly whatever he was going to say.
"What do you mean?“ He answers, his voice wavers and he turns back to his shoes immediately. More focused on untying his laces than on telling you why he’s suddenly acting like he’s considering becoming a priest.
At least if he told you he was planning on becoming a man of the cloth you’d understand what was going on. Instead, it feels like…like he doesn’t even care like he’s not into you anymore. And that in itself scares the shit out of you.
He’s not even looking in your general direction when you prompt him again,
“We haven’t even kissed-”
The sound of his cleats hitting one another is enough to stop whatever you were going to say. Jeff continues along, clouding out the sound of your voice. As if he was going to die if he didn’t get the dirt off his cleats at that very moment.
"Yes, we have.“ He asserts, his eyes still on the Nike swish.
You roll your eyes at him, moving in front of your boyfriend. You grab his wrists to stop the clatter of his shoe wear. “When.” You ask, doing your best to try and make him listen to you.
He huffs briefly, avoiding your face. “I don’t- I don’t know…listen, I have a test on Thursday and it’s freaking me out a bit so can we just talk about this later?”
"C’mon…” you start.
His head tilts to the side, his eyes finally meet yours and his shoulders drop. You knew in your gut the conversation was not going to fall in your favor.
"Please?“ He enunciates. “Just let me get through this test”
He pouts and you’re glad he at least still remembers how to make you agree to whatever he wants because you’re nodding. Letting go of his wrists and getting into the passenger seat.
Jeff got through the test, as well as a bunch of other excuses. He was stressed. He had a big game. He wasn’t in the mood.
You tried again, today, on day twelve, but this time in front of his friends. You knew Jeff was a leader, and despite being apart of the jocks he didn’t really care what they thought. But you were desperate that the social setting it might just make a change.
You were standing with the whole crew of them, Foley, Dempsey, De La Cruz, and a few more of the football and soccer players. Jeff’s arm was around your waist as you were talking to Justin about the chapters you both didn’t read for English class.
The bell rang and you knew Jeff had lunch while you had the said class. You turned to him letting him know you had to go, hopeful he would kiss you like he normally did before saying bye. Instead, he nodded at you, with a nonchalant, “I’ll see you after school?” before returning to his conversation with Monty.
You take a step back out of his grasp and didn’t answer. Jeff turns his head, waiting for your response only to see you fall into step with Justin who’s trying his best to act like he didn’t notice. It’s silent for a few seconds as you turn the corner.
As you make your way down the hall, Justin bumps into you playfully. “I’m sure he’s just tired.” He offers, trying to dull the blow to your ego.
"Now cheer up, I need someone to make fun of Mr.K with.“
“Wait they walked in?!” Clay earns himself a ‘shh’ from the librarian with his outburst.
“Yeah! And my dad leaves, but my mom is just standing there, telling me I have to talk to my grandmother in Puerto Rico right then and there!”
"Wow…that sucks.“ The shy boy offers back.
What started out as a tutoring session in the library after school with Clay, somehow spiraled into what Jeff considered the most awkward situation he’s ever been in.
"And then! After Y/N leaves, my mom comes back into my room to sit me down and have ‘the talk’.”
Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and Clay is trying his best not to laugh. Truth be told he finds the whole thing hilarious. Jeff, let me change your dollar valentine to get girls Jeff, the founding fathers smoked weed Jeff, the boy who still has girls ready to drop everything for him to so much as look in their direction Jeff, is…embarrassed.
Clay bites his tongue to hold back just how funny he thought this was and instead says, “I feel like you’re a little too old for the talk”
Jeff nods eagerly.
"Yeah, no. This wasn’t the birds and the bees talk, this was the ‘are you prepared to be a dad’ talk!“ he’s whisper yelling now, and trying to keep his voice down.
“Mamá, no necesitamos tener esta charla” he pleads to the woman sitting in his desk chair.
“Mijo ni siquiera has escuchado lo que tengo que decir” she says, laughing at her son.
“No te gusta ella” Jeff assumes.
“Eres como tu abuela, más que dramática…I love Y/N, she’s family. Mija. I just want you to be careful. What happens if she gets pregnant?”
“We are careful, trust me, Mamá. Is that all?”
She laughs, her son redder than the time he swung and missed at his first tee-ball game.
Nodding watching him as she gets up, she calls out to him as she leaves the room. “Y no cuando estamos en casa. Por favor.”
Jeff groans loudly, as he falls back onto his bead, “Yes, yeah I got it”.
“The worst part?” he prompts the boy.
Clay nods eagerly, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.
"Now, every time I want to do anything with Y/N, I literally cannot not see my mom’s face.“ Jeff deadpans. He finally looks at Clay long enough to realize that his tutor thinks this is funny.
"I’m glad you think this is a joke, Jensen”
Clay let’s out just a piece of his laugh now, and Jeff slumps back into his seat way past annoyed.
"I’m-“ Clay lets out another chuckle, "I’m sorry man, it’s pretty funny”
"Great, now can you help me? Y/N’s fucking pissed at me. You should’ve seen her face today…“
Jeff knows his strengths, baseball and girls, and his weaknesses, school, and you. He’s appealing to his highest power of sensitivity and awkward charm.
"Poor Jeff. His girlfriend wants to have sex with him. Let’s make a go fund me for all your troubles.” Clay says in his best jock voice.
"You’re the worst, you know that?“
"I love you too, Mijo.” The smaller boy makes kissy faces at the jock and Jeff throws the first few drafts of his essay at Clay.
“You’re Jeff Atkins. Right?” Clay asks rhetorically.
Jeff nods, rolling his eyes. It’s the dumbest shit he’s ever heard and he knows Clay is pulling this Dumbledore wisdom straight out of his ass.
“So put on your big boy pants, and act like it.”
There’s a silence that settles between the boys as Jeff takes in what Clay said.
“Now listen, I need your help. I think Hannah and I are going to…you know” the smaller boy whispers.
“So he hasn’t done anything?”
You were leaning on Hannah’s locker, waiting for Jeff to be finished his tutoring session, filling her in on everything that had happened in the past eleven days.
"Wow…” she mumbles, mostly to herself.
"Yeah, and he told me his mom talked to him about it…and it’s only gotten worse. I swear he’s going to break up with me.“
The last part of your sentence pours out of you involuntarily, as your head hits the locker right next to Hannah’s.
"He’s not going to break up with you.” she says, as comforting as she can.
"You don’t know that!“
She sighs, rolling her eyes as she looks at you.
"Just get him a little…worked up. If he turns you down, you know. But I’d bet you ten bucks he won’t.”
"I’m not making a bet about whether or not my boyfriend will have sex with me or not. That’s just sad.“
"Fine. All I’m saying is, maybe instead of using your words, you should maybe give him some action. Pun intended.”
You sigh staring at the smirk on Hannah’s face.
"My parents are…out of town this week.“
You can’t believe you’re agreeing to what Hannah was implying. Jeff was normally the dominant one in your sex life. Sure you were on top sometimes but he was the one with the experience. He was your first.
"Even better! We’ll stop by the mall today, we can go shopping” her voice rising a couple octaves. “You can pick out whatever you think will get him going.”
You raise your eyebrow, suspiciously. You knew she had work.
"Fine, I was going anyways. I already took off work. I want to look good for me and Clays first time. Sue me.“ she throws in casually.
You walk into the library, Hannah right behind you trying to find both of your boys. You spot them at a table whispering frantically at one another.
“Mijo!” Hannah starts a smile wide on her face.
Jeff sighs, shaking his head. “You told her?” he questions.
You turn instead to Clay as you lean over the table. “Clay, did he tell you?” Clay’s mouth drops trying to form a response, his hands gesturing to nothing in particular. “I thought so”, you concluded.
Jeff rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. “Fine. Fine, we’re almost done, babe, right, tattle tale?” he asks looking back to Clay. Clay rolls his eyes at the name while nodding in agreement.
“Actually, Hannah and I are…going to the mall. My house at 10 though. Don’t be late.” You say to your boyfriend. Jeff knows your parents aren’t home this week. He’d been avoiding it for the past few days. “Actually- I kinda had plans with Clay-” Jeff improvs. “10. Atkins. I’m serious”.
Jeff is looking at Clay like he was a lifeline. The boy smiles back at him, almost to taunt him. “Yeah mijo, go with her. Hannah and I kinda had plans.” He repeats Jeff’s words and now the baseball player may have to actually kick his ass.
Hannah laughs and you smile at Clay graciously, kiss your boyfriend’s cheek and make your way out. Hannah high fiving once you get out of the school doors.
It was 10 on the dot when the doorbell rang to your house.