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Missed connection:

You, with the bloody knuckles, angry and wound up like you were set to burst.

Me, blue balls, and bluer, hypothermic, balls.

It’s Marco who leans over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, “That’s Eren, you should talk to him.” He says it with a smile that dimples both cheeks, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d funneled vodka down Jean’s throat like it was going out of style, he could be mistaken for the picture of angelic innocence. 

As it is, he’s funneled vodka down Jean’s throat. As it is, Jean’s spent the better part of two and a half years in love with him, wasting his lit major on truly terrible poetry about longing and unrequited love. Not that he thought it was terrible. His professor told him that.

“Nah,” he says instead, glancing quickly over at Eren – eyebrows knitted, frowning, fingers clasped around a dart – “I’m here for you, babe,” he winks, and it feels less stupid than it is because Marco laughs and because he has half a bottle of hard liquor sloshing around in his stomach.

Regrets, like hangovers, are saved for morning afters.

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Three Times a Charm

Originally posted by parkerpete

Peter Parker X Reader

Kinder Than You - Part 1

My Heart Will be There - Part 2

Not Saying a Word - Part 3

Word Count: 2495

Author: Kate (by the Ocean)

Warnings: Nightmares, very deep feels…

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA it’s done! My first multi-part series is completed. I’m not gonna lie, this was pretty fun, but it is 2 o’clock in the morning and I am exhausted. Love y’all… Anyways, I think you all should be feeling pretty thankful, because I seriously (you can confirm with Katy on this) considered killing the reader, but that would have taken like 2 more freaking parts. The Perks of Being a Writer, I guess. You want to kill the favorite character when the storyline gets boring. But I didn’t, and you all get mushy fluff instead. I hope you’re happy. 

The movie finished, and Peter had all but forgotten that you were currently on the couch in his apartment, being held against your will. He had restrained himself from looking at you for the last 15 minutes of the movie, though he had admitted to himself multiple times that you looked adorable in your rain-wet clothes, frustration clearly evident on your face. The credits started, and Peter allowed himself one quick glance. Looking over at the couch, he smiled to himself at the sight of your curled-up figure, your face void of expression as you slept. Peter stared at you for a few seconds, and then shivered. He realized that he had been sitting in drenched clothes in an apartment that had the AC blasting to battle the normally very hot New York summer climate. He got up and walked into his room to change into something warm and dry.

***

Peter left the room, and almost immediately, your sleeping body started shaking slightly. Due to your powers sucking away at your chemical energy constantly, you always had a lower body temperature than most people, because your natural heating systems had less energy allotted to burn. All the Avengers would fuss over you being warm in the winter, but there had never been concern during the summer, what with New York’s hot and muggy climate. But, then again, you had never really been out in the rain during a cold front, and then slept in them either. And since you were very concentrated on not thinking about Peter, which was slightly futile and in vain, you had forgotten to consider the fact that during sleep, the body’s temperature was lowered even further to conserve energy; the reason why you slept under 3 comforters. You subconsciously curled up even tighter, the shivers starting to rack your petite and exhausted frame.

***

Peter walked in several minutes later, wearing his favorite pajama pants and a casual t-shirt, pulled rather tight over his biceps. He grabbed the remote and turned on one of your favorite TV shows. He turned to go grab something to eat when he heard you turning on the couch. Peter walked over to find your quaking state, and he quickly grabbed your favorite blanket from the table next to the couch. He flung it open, and placed it on you, tucking it gently under your sides so he wouldn’t wake you. You shivering subdued slightly, and Peter knelt by your side. Slowly he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the smooth surface softly. He realized how stupid he was being, and went to pull away. Before he could, your head tilted into his touch, keeping his hand there. Your expression lightened in your sleep, and Peter looked at you sadly. You looked so, so peaceful like this, like the way you did before the fight. Peter’s brow furrowed at his remembered the fight, and the sadness that had replaced the light in your eyes since you had caught him and Liz. He looked at you, kicking himself mentally for the millionth time about Liz. Sure, he had had a crush on her for ages, but if he knew it would’ve hurt and affected you this much, he never would have done it. Knowing you were happy meant more to him than Liz ever would. Peter’s hand moved up to your damp hair, running his hands through it. Without thinking, he wished that he had made the decision to kiss you, not Liz. He froze, his eyes widening at his subconscious wish, and he realized that he had been denying it for a while now. Peter liked you, no, he loved you. He loved you, Y/N Y/L/N. A montage of all his treasured memories of you played through his mind, starting off with the day you two became friends, and then the time you had introduced him to the Avengers, then when you both scored top of the class in middle school, that time Steve had taught you guys to dance, and made you both practice in front of a camera. He had to lead, because your mind was a bit occupied, and you kept stepping on his toes. Finally, he remembered that time you had gone to Homecoming as friends, and you had looked absolutely beautiful in your blue lace dress that made your eyes pop, and how you had bit your lip painted with red lipstick at his gaze. And the same way that pretty face had broken when Peter had broken your heart. 

Peter covered his eyes with his hand, and stood up. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of ice cream out of the freezer. 

***

Your neck and arms ached from the constant injections of mysterious liquids that made you shake with fear at things you couldn’t see. The four walls that contained you were familiar, the walls of your cell in the HYDRA base. The place you had been held after you had been captured during a reconnaissance mission. You had been paired with a SHIELD agent, more accurately a SHIELD mole that worked for HYDRA. You had been taking the lead, and he had caught you in the back of your head with a hit from his gun. They had carried you in here, and tried to replicate your powers. This was a different nightmare than your normal torture one, and it had haunted you since the fight. You heard voices shouting outside your cell, and Peter burst into the room, dressed in his Spider-Man suit. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was here to save you. Without a word, Peter walked to the computer besides the table you were strapped to, and loaded some of the information onto a SHIELD hard-drive. He finished his work on the computer, and started to walk out of the cell again. You cried for help, trying to remind him that you were there. He peeked his head back in the door.

“Peter! Help me, my arms are strapped down!” You said, wondering why he had almost forgotten you. 

“I’m not here for you.” Peter said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. 

“But, but I was k-kidnapped, and they’ve been experimenting with my powers. I need to get out of here. Peter, help me!” You pleaded, trying to strain against the bonds. 

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“I’m your b-b-best friend. Peter, it’s me! It’s Y/N. Y-You love m-me.” You said, your heart beating fast as your confusion heightened. 

“I hate you.” He stated.

“Peter, no. Don’t do this, please.” A tear rolled down your cheek, and before you could say anything more, 2 soldiers grabbed Peter from behind, and pinned his arms to his side. You cried out to him, trying to warn him, but they carried him to a chair and tied his arms together. One of the soldiers came over to you, and adjusted the table so that you had a clear view of Peter. The other soldier got out a gun, and loaded it quickly. Your heart stopped as you watched the man point the firearm at Peter. You tried to look away, but the soldier next to you grabbed you jaw, and forced your gaze towards Peter again. 

“If you live, tell Liz I love her.” Peter said, his voice cracking with fear at the barrel pointed at his chest. You clenched your jaw, a dozen tears slipping down your face as you breathed in unevenly. You heard the gunshot ring through the room, and you watched Peter slump in his chair. You screamed, feeling your heart rip apart inside your chest. You heard someone calling your name, and you felt the soldier shaking your shoulders, trying to quiet your cries.

***

“Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Please wake up.” Peter’s voice pleaded with you as he tried to wake you up from your nightmare. You breathed in sharply as your eyes flew open. Your arms were shaking from the feeling of cold clothes covering you, and there were tears running relentlessly down your face. You looked into Peter’s face, and he looked into your scared eyes. He sat on the couch next to you, and you planted your face into his chest. He was shocked at your sudden contact, but his familiar arms soon closed around you, pulling you closer to him. “Hey, hey. Y/N. It’s okay, I’m here for you.” He said, running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. You continued to sob into his chest, trying to clear the image of Peter being shot from your mind.

“P-Peter.” You said, stuttering slightly as you looked up into his brown eyes that reminded you of home.

“Yeah, Y/N. It’s me.” He said, smiling at you softly. “I thought you stopped having nightmares.”

“I-I did. This w-was a different one.” You said, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Hey, look at me.” Peter said. You looked up at him again, and he brought one of his hands up to brush the hair out of your face. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to calm down as you searched his gaze, completely forgetting about the Liz thing as you got lost in his eyes. He leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes, tilting your head up and then snapping it back. Everything from the last month came flooding back, you shuffled out of Peter’s arms, and pulled your knees up to your chest. Peter looked at you, and you averted your gaze, biting your lip.

“How long was I out?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“You fell asleep during the movie.” Peter said, trying to hide his disappointment. You shivered, and started rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and warm yourself up.

“Do you still have any of my pjs here?” You asked. You would always keep a spare outfit and pair of pajamas here in case of emergency.

“Course. They’re in my dresser.” Peter said, pushing himself off the couch, and offering you a hand. You took it timidly, and smiled at him quietly. He pulled the clothes out of his dresser, and handed them to you. You mumbled ‘thank you’, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind you. You peeled out of the damp clothes, and pulled the worn fabric on. You looked in the mirror, and cringed at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy, and the tip of your nose was pink. 

“And you wonder why he chose Liz.” You said to yourself. Little did you know, Peter was waiting outside the door, knowing that you talked to yourself frequently. You walked out, your hand trying to cover the bandage peeking through the tight shirt. Peter grabbed the bundle of the clothes and threw them onto his desk chair, pulling your hand away from your side.

“What’s that?” He said, his eyes voicing concern. Your shoulders rolled forward, and Peter saw the stress that May had been talking about.

“It’s nothing.” You lied, biting your lip. Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and your eyes searched his before you conceded. “I broke a rib. When I fell into that table, and it caused a blood build-up. It got worse because I didn’t have it checked out until today.” Peter’s eyes filled with guilt, and you looked at the ground, his constant gaze too much for you to bear. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you, and rested your head on Peter’s chest without looking up, trying to ignore the quick beating of you heart.

“I’m sorry. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault.” He whispered into your ear. You looked up at him.

“No, it’s my fault, Peter. I should’ve texted you or just… I shouldn’t have been mad about it. I mean, you do love her.” You said, watching his eyes flick between both of yours. His eyes filled with something that you couldn’t quite place.

“It is not your fault. And I don’t lo-”

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it. Honestly.” You said, wriggling out of his hold for the second time. Liz already hated you, why try to even fight for your side if you weren’t going to win? You slipped into the kitchen, and filled a glass with water, sipping from it to fill the dehydration caused by all the tears. You heard Peter walk in after you, but you didn’t turn around, worried that you’d start crying again.

“You kept saying my name. During your nightmare.” Peter said, getting some water too. You didn’t say anything, not knowing how to respond. “You kept begging me to help you.” You still didn’t respond, trying to get the image out of your mind. Peter came up to you, and for the third time, his held you to his chest, and you turned to look at him.

You told him all about the dream, too exhausted to come up with lies, and too hurt to leave out him talking about Liz. 

“You said ‘If you live, tell Liz I love her.’” You said quietly, pulling your arms up in front of you to put some distance between you and Peter. 

“I don’t love her.” Peter mumbled, and you looked at him, confused. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“No you don’t.” You said. You had been through too much heart break to accept that statement willingly, and Peter could sense it. 

“I broke up with Liz that day at school. Because I love you, and she was hurting you.” He said, looking at you earnestly. All your eyes showed was confusion, and Peter felt his heart break that he had hurt you this much that you had forgotten what love felt like. Peter leaned in again, but you were confused. He loves Liz, he hates you, and that’s what you were positive about. Until his lips touched yours. Something real and true connected you both, and you melted into Peter’s soft touch. Peter pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and placed you on the kitchen counter. You pulled away first, smiling. He looked at your happy expression, and saw the light that he loved enter your eyes for the first time in a month.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Peter said, and your laugh filled the kitchen, making Peter’s heart leap.

“But you hate me.” You said, doubt darkening your eyes again.

“But I love you.” Peter said,his nose touching yours. His touch sent the doubt away again, and you smiled. “Why did it take me three times to tell you that I love you for you to believe me?” He laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Three times a charm, I guess.” You grinned. Peter rolled his eyes at you, and you giggled. From that point on, you never had that nightmare again.

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Introduction!

I’ve had this blog for a few months now but I’m still new to the studyblr community and I figured I should introduce myself.


- My name’s Olivia and I’m from England

- I’m 15 (Year 10) and I’m on my GCSE course 

- My subjects are History, Geography, and IT as well as English, Maths, Double Science, and RE

- I’ll be doing all of my exams next year- apart from English Language which I’ll be taking in June (AHHHHHH)


A little bit about me… 

  • I’m pretty introverted by nature yet I live for debates and public speaking (I’m a walking contradiction)
  • I love reading and writing 
  • I tend to procrastinate a lot and always end up stressing over my tasks last minute 
  • I’m vegetarian (totally random but I’m a boring person) 
  • I’m an avid feminist, and I’m also gay (once again I’m boring)
  • I’m a slytherin 

Like I say, I’m a pretty damn boring person so I haven’t got much too say, but I’d love to have more friends in the community so please come and say hi anytime! 

I really want to be following more blogs so please like/reblog this post so I can follow you all (I follow from majesticphans)

I’ll leave some of my favourite blogs below, sorry if I annoy anybody by tagging them, and that’s all from me!

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Strength vs Skill

Summary: What woman wouldn’t love watching Dean working out in the gym? But something is really bothering you about what he’s doing.
Pairing
: DeanxReader
Words
: 1598
Warnings
: Language (I think), dirty talk (I think?)… I’m so bad at warnings. 
AN: What is this?!?! A DEAN FIC?!?! We’ve not had one of those since… well, since I started posting fics. Literally. My only other Dean one shot was the first thing I posted… I’m sorry, Dean. I do love you, I swear!
I have no idea how good this is, btw….
This is also my entry for Week 5 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge! The prompt was ‘how about no?‘ I have bolded it in text.
I also used another prompt to write this, and it basically gave me the idea for this fic: ‘This is not working out’. Also bolded in text.
 Constructive criticism welcome!

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You were leaning against the door watching Dean in the gym. Usually, you’d have been a drooling mess, wet in all the right ways, but today… you couldn’t help but frown. It was very unusual for you to focus more on what he was doing than on… well, him; but today you were.

He was throwing punches at a light blue punching bag, support tape wrapped around his knuckles and wrist.

Clearly, he didn’t know you were there, otherwise he’d be making suggestive comments and flashing you that goddamn cocky grin he had.

You continued to watch him silently until he paused for a break and a drink of water, turning and seeing you standing there. As you predicted, his brilliant grin spread across his face. He raised an eyebrow at you, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. “Like what you see?” he asked, taking a swig from his water bottle.

Closing your eyes for a moment and shaking your head, you chuckled. “This” you said gesturing to the punch bag, “this is not working out, Dean.”

Now it was his turn to frown, turning to look between the bag and you. “Um, how is this not working out?” he asked, ditching his bottle on the floor and walking up to you.

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@oikawatooru-de 

Prompts: Neighbors, coffee and tongue
Pairing: BokuAka

Koutarou was awoken by something crashing and the muffled chatter from next door. He reached out for his phone and groaned. It wasn’t even ten in the morning yet! And his plan for waking up late and spending a well-earned lazy Sunday already seemed to be ruined by the noise from the other apartment.

It could only mean that someone was moving in the empty apartment after a year. He wondered which poor soul was going to live in the haunted apartment next door.

(Koutarou had himself heard furniture move on its own for a few nights…and there was no one living next door at the time! So, there was only one logical reason- it was haunted.)

Someone was dragging furniture right now even and Koutarou wished with all his heart that the ghost would show itself and scare his new neighbor away. No one deserved this torture which he was going through currently.

He covered his head with his pillow but it was too late now. He was wide awake and he knew he couldn’t fall asleep if he was woken once. Koutarou grumbled and left his bed. He’d probably give his neighbor a piece of his mind. He had every right to- and it was good to establish a few ground rules for being good neighbors…right? That was what the old lady downstairs had told him when he had kept a party late at night. You needed ground rules to be a good neighbor.

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I hope you like it!!! I enjoyed playing about with this idea, sorry for the wait I hope it’s worth it <3 <3 <3

Why Not Me?

I was sat pretty happily in my apartment watching TV when my phone buzzed, I picked it up and saw a message from Brendon, my stomach jumped a little at the thought, I unlocked my phone and read the message.

“I’m bored, come over?” It read, I smiled and without hesitation tapped out a response.

“Sure, be round in 20.” I smiled, I only lived about 10 minutes from Brendon’s place so I get myself ready, got in my car and drove to his place, we’d been spending a ton of time together since he broke up with his ex last year. He’d been sleeping around again recently, he had been finding it hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in his money, whenever he was back from touring we spent all our time together, I was one of the only people that liked him for him. And I really did like him, a lot, who was I kidding, I loved him, everything from his smile to his singing to his dorky personality gave me butterflies, he made me feel like one of his 15 year old fans whenever I was near him. I took myself round to his place, making sure I looked ok before getting out of my car and walking to his front door, I knocked and was greeted by a wide smile.

“Hey! Come in.” He beamed and hugged me, leading me through to his living room, he had his xbox on and I could smell weed on him.

“You gonna share that?” I asked, winking at him and flopping down on the couch.

“Sure, I already got one ready.” He grabbed one out of an ashtray on the table and sat next to me, lighting it and taking a few pulls before passing it to me. I smoked and felt myself relax a little, it definitely helped me be calm around him instead of all jittery. I hadn’t always felt like this about him, we’d been best friends for years, since before he was famous I’d always thought he was attractive but it was only since his breakup that I had started to see him differently. I started to notice how cute his dorky little jokes and smiles were, how gorgeous he looked when he sings, the way his smile was so bright and cheery, he made me feel so happy all the time, I had fallen hard for him, and he didn’t give those feelings back at all.

We smoked and played xbox for an hour or so, we were both pretty stoned, chilled out and happy.

“You hungry?” Brendon looked at me with a grin, he obviously had munchies judging by his grin.

“Yeah… what about pancakes and bacon?” I grinned and he licked his lips a little.

“Oh my god… you know me too well, come on.” He dragged me up and lead me to the kitchen, we started getting ingredients out of cupboards and Brendon turned on his oven for bacon. I tried weighing out the flour and before I got the chance to stop it flour spilled all over me, getting on my clothes and in my hair, he broke out into hysterical laughter at me as I pouted at him, trying to brush myself off. I was annoyed for a split second before his infectious laughter melted me and I started laughing too, he hugged me and laughed some more, trying to help me brush myself off. We got on with making our food and Brendon put some music on, grinning when his song ‘Miss Jackson’ came on, he hinted at me to sing the female part, I giggled and complied singing the words to him. He started singing his bit, getting up close as he sung the words, he playfully put a hand on my waist and started dancing with me, my stomach fluttered as he held me close. I felt him flick flour on my nose as he leant into me, making me giggle as he laughed, he smiled at me for a moment before he gently wiped the flour off my nose, looking into my eyes, his fingers lingered on my face. He leant in towards my lips slightly before pulling back, my heart sank, I had so desperately wanted him to do that, my whole body tingled at the thought but before I knew it he was away from me again. We continued cooking like nothing had happened, even though I was certain he had leant in to kiss me.





After a little while longer of cooking and dancing I heard him clear his throat.

“I… I need some advice.” He looked at me as we cooked, I was busy heating a pan for the pancakes.

“Oh yeah… what’s up?” I smiled happily, turning to face him.

“I… I wanted to ask this girl on a date, and I wanted your advice on how to.” My heart dropped at the comment, I shrugged and looked away from him, my mood dropping, I just wanted to go home now.

“I don’t know, I’m sure you’ll work it out.” I cut him off slightly.

“But I don’t know how…” He whined.

“Just do it yourself you know what you’re doing.” I sighed and moved my hair away from my eyes, turning the heat off of the pan and getting ready to leave.

“Oh come on… help a guy out.” He nudged me playfully but I was starting to get annoyed.

“Brendon I’m not giving you advice on this.” I shook my head, I wasn’t helping him to get with someone else when all I wanted was for him to be with me.

“God can’t you just give me some advice on how to approach her?” He was getting slightly irritable, I couldn’t listen to this anymore.

“For the last fucking time I’m not fucking helping you ask some stupid bitch out! I’m out.” I yelled in anger, walking off towards his front door.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend but when I ask for advice all I get is a no Seriously? Some shitty friend you are.” He snarled slightly, he followed me.

“God you really just don’t see it do you?! You sit here and ask me for advice on how to ask a girl out when I’m…” I hesitated, should I really finish that sentence? No… I had to, I couldn’t feel like this anymore

“When you’re what?” He asked, his tone still angry.
“When I’m fucking in love with you!” I shouted, fighting tears away from my eyes, failing miserably as they tumbled down my cheeks, he went to touch my arm but I shoved him away from me angrily, I felt so crushed. He went to pull me back to face him but I kept fighting him. “Get the fuck away from me!” I snapped, he spun me round to face him, I kept fighting him trying to push him away from me, I couldn’t even look at him through tears, I froze when I felt his lips meet mine. I let him kiss me for a moment before I pushed him off of me.

“Get off… I know you don’t mean it.” I pulled away from him, he looked at me, his eyes had turned soft and confused, he gave me a look, was that hurt in his eyes. I went to walk away again, I felt his hand on my arm, stopping me trying to pull me into him again.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing me again, over and over, holding me against him. “I’m so so sorry… I’m such an idiot.” He held me at arms-length, wiping the tears away from my eyes with tender hands. “I didn’t know… I love you.” He whispered kissing me again, his fingers pulling me against him, my whole body tingled at those words, the sincerity in his voice sent shivers down my spine.

His hands were on my waist pulling me against him in front of the front door, he pressed me against the wall gently, his lips moving against mine, it felt so good, sending my stomach into flips. I felt hands slip down onto my thighs, pulling me up so my legs rested on his hips, I allowed myself to relax a little, resting my hands on his shoulders, he grinned at me for a moment before crashing his lips back down against mine. His grip on my thighs was such a turn on, I felt fingers pressing lightly into my flesh, his lips working against my own, he fought me for dominance and won to no surprise, taking charge, it was only then that I felt his erection pressing against me. He ground his hips upwards, groaning as if he was relieving some pressure, his eyes closed, head rolling back, it was so sexy to watch him in pleasure.

“I want you.” He groaned, his hips bucking against me again, I started gaining confidence.

“I’m yours…” I whispered, gently biting his ear and neck slowly, he groaned again, the vibrations from his throat hitting my lips as I kissed him more, his head rolled back more, fingers curling against my thighs.

“Do you want this?” He groaned in my ear pulling me into his crotch again, I nodded and he pulled away from the wall and carried me through to his bathroom, setting me down, kissing all over my neck and shoulders, quickly stripping my flour covered tshirt off of me.

“Baby look at how messy you are… com get a shower.” He teased pulling me towards the shower and turning on the water. “Oh god you’re so sexy, I’m not gonna lie baby… I’m really fucking horny.” His husky desperate voice sent shivers down my spine, he bucked his hips against mine again, grinding himself into me, I could tell he wanted me now, there was more than just wanting to fuck in his eyes, real desire and passion, his hands trailed over my skin in slow soft movements, I was going insane, so turned on.

“Brendon… just… I need you.” I stuttered out through harsh breaths, he grinned devilishly and stripped us both of in a matter of minutes, kissing my flesh, biting the soft skin drawing moans out of me, I was so worked up I needed him so badly. He pulled me under the hot water, I moaned a little as it hit my skin, he quickly spun me round and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my body under the water. Reaching for some soap he began to slowly rub it into my skin, his hands felt so good on my skin, kissing my neck as he washed my skin, his hands lingered on my breasts, rubbing my nipples slightly, I shuddered under his hands, one slid down and began touching my clit, the soap causing his fingers to slip easily over it, my back arched against him.

“You’re so wet.” He breathed, deep and husky, full of need, he growled slightly and spun me again so I was facing him this time, he pressed me to the wall, his wet skin pressing against mine, he hoisted me up again. His hand slid between us, holding his cock and rubbing the tip against me.

“I need you.” He moaned, one swift movement of his hips and he was inside, a loud gasp escaped his lips. “Fuck… you’re so tight… Y/N.” My name crossed his lips as he began to move, I moaned out with him, gripping onto his shoulders, he was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before, it felt amazing.

His pace was slow and passionate, he kept kissing me and making eye contact as his hips moved, it was so romantic, I was shocked by all this, I’d never expected him to do this, I didn’t ever think I was on his radar. He lent his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as his breath hit my skin, he was moaning into my ears, whispering my name softly, he rubbed my clit in slow circles, I couldn’t get over how good all this felt. His grip held me tight against the wall, his hips causing water to splash slightly, I gripped onto his shoulders, cold tiles touching my skin, he gripped my thighs. Wet hair looked so sexy on him, it fell over his face causing him to do that sexy hair flick that he always did, his eyes were dark, passionate, he was so intense, it was the best feeling.

“Y/N… you feel so good.” He grunted, I felt his back muscles tensing as he held me up, his head lulled back in pleasure, a small smile on his lips, one swift move and he was hitting my gspot causing my body to tense up.

“Brendon…” I breathed out my fingers curled against his back, my nails dug slightly, it only seemed to turn him on more, he grinned and carried me out of the shower and into his bedroom. He threw me on the bed and clambered on top of me, we were both still soaked from the shower, his sheets soaking up all the water but he didn’t care, he pushed back in and built up a rhythm again, gripping my hips roughly, his pace was faster now, biting at my lips and neck, he shifted to hit my gspot again, thrusting hard into me, I gasped and writhed, gripping onto him, at this rate I wouldn’t last long at all. He gripped onto my ass and raised it so he could go deeper and hit my spot harder, it felt so amazing my head was a muddle, my stomach tightening slightly.

“I love you…” He whispered softly into my ear, his hot breath spread over my skin, my whole body tingled at those words, I was getting close already, his grip on me tightened.

“I love you too.” I whimpered against him, he moaned into my ears and nibbled at my neck, fast shallow breaths escaped his lips, pulling me into him, grunting and groaning with each thrusts, I was so close now, my whole body beginning to tense up around him, he groaned at the feeling. “I’m so close.” I whimpered as his pace picked up again, he moaned loudly.

“Me too baby… cum for me.” He whispered, that husky tone sent me over the edge, my body fluttered in waves of pleasure, tensing as I came hard around him, he kept thrusting through my orgasm, I my moans were loud now, filling the room, I gripped onto him as his hips moved through my orgasm, I was shuddering from cumming once when he picked up the pace, a determined look filling his face. He gripped me and moved fast and hard, sweat glistening on his forehead, mixing with the water still dripping from his hair. He bit his lip in pleasure, throwing his head back, he was starting to throb and tense, his body going rigid against me.

“One more for me baby.” He moaned, giving it all he had for one last hard burst, I hit my peak cumming twice as hard as the first time, my whole body shuddering and shaking.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, tucking my head into the crook of his neck to disguise my loud whimpers and yells, my body tightened and tensed around him, unable to take anymore.

“Oh yeah… that’s it. I’m cumming, Y/N!” He yelled out loud, throbbing hard inside, throwing his head back in pleasure his name crossed my lips over and over again, as did mine on his. He kept thrusting through both our orgasms, he moved slowly, moaning softly against me, collapsing next to me on the bed. “Woah, damn that was good.” He panted, pulling me against him, I desperately wanted to know if he had meant everything he said.

“Did you… did you mean all that Brendon?” I looked up to him and received a meaningful kiss, his fingers trailing over my cheeks, he looked deep in my eyes.

“I love you… I mean that… I just didn’t want to tell you because of my ex… I didn’t want another break up like that.” He smiled and stroked my skin slowly, kissing me again.

“I love you too… I have done since after your break up, you’re all I ever think of.” He smiled again at my comment, he kissed me once more, wriggling in the damp we had left on the bed.

“Come on, let’s get up, we’ve got food to eat.” He pulled me up, my mind was reeling, I felt so happy, we walked into his kitchen and spent the day together, happy.

I hope you liked it! Much love <3 <3 <3

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14-“Could be worse.”

Hope you enjoy, anon! Please excuse all typos–I’m a little under the weather.

Summary: A little bit of ‘Friends’, ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and ‘Sex and the City’—Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark navigate life, friendship, and their growing feelings for one another—all in the bustling island of Manhattan. Fluff. 

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Target Michael Part 6

It’s 1 in the morning and I am so sorry for this terrible piece of writing I just really wanted to have the last part up for you guys so hopefully it’s not too bad. (:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

“You guys are so gross,” Calum walks by, making a face. “You’re gross,” you call back feeling Mikey chuckle against the crock of your neck where he’s nuzzled himself into. It’s your first time back at Target after a few busy days of studying so naturally, Michael being the kitten he is, has just about latched himself onto you.

“You probably should get some work done though,” you pet his fluffy purple hair. He makes a disagreeing grunt, tightening his arms around your waist. “C’mon Mikey, i’ll help you then we can go for lunch,” you offer not really pushing it though because cuddles with your favorite person really isn’t such a bad thing. “Fine, you’re paying for lunch though,” he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Deal,” you nod, hopping off the counter and following him to the aisle Ashton had told him to pick up in nearly 20 minutes ago.

-

“Hey, where’s Michael? Surprised you two can even handle being apart, didn’t think it was possible,” Luke comes up to you where you’re flipping through a random magazine a bit bored without your child-like boyfriend. “Yeah uh, he’s in the back I think he said?” you glance up from the magazine trying not to sound bothered because you honestly have been trying not to remember the last time he’d gone in the back on his own. “Huh,” Luke hums thoughtfully.

“What?” you cock a brow. “Nothing,” he shakes his head looking ready to walk away. “No, tell me,” you frown. “It’s nothing,” he shrugs. “Stels just been a bit touchy lately, don’t worry about it, Mikey refuses to believe it’s even happening.”

“But you’ve seen it happen?” you can’t help but to start feeling that pushed down worry coming back up. “Uh, yeah, Calum pointed it out the other day and it’s definitely happening.” “You don’t think he’d…?” you bite your lip feeling a bit sheepish about even asking. “No, I think he’s just an idiot and doesn’t know it’s happening,” Luke shrugs.

“Is she back there too? Do you know?” He shakes his head, “Sorry but don’t worry, either way, I don’t think he can really function without you.” He chuckles lightheartedly sending some sort of calming to your nerves.

-

“How do I look?” You turn your head toward the other side of the aisle. “Oh god,” you can’t help but snort out a laugh. “Mmm, yeah, you look good babe,” you chuckle sarcastically at the boy wearing a tiara atop his head and pink boa around his neck accompanied with a matching wand in hand. “Think this’ll be my outfit for our next date.” “Please no,” you giggle. “Why not? Thought I looked good?” He pops his hip, striking a pose.

“You’re such an idiot,” you laugh taking a quick picture. “Too bad you’re stuck with me,” he grins, taking the items off and placing them back to their rightful spots. “Am I though?” you tease earning you a pout from Michael. “Joking kitten, I am unfortunately stuck with you,” you chuckle, Michael breaking Ashton’s rule and catching your lips with his.

"Ooo, I’m telling Ashton,” Luke walks by with a chuckle, breaking you two apart. “You’re so annoying,” Michael groans lightheartedly. “Your girlfriend doesn’t think so, she says i’m her favorite,” Luke sticks his tongue out at him. “She did not,” Michael protest. “Yes she did, ask Calum.” “I thought I was your favorite,” Michael frowns at you in mock-offense.

“Nope, sorry babe, Luke’s my favorite,” you joke. “Told you,” Luke beams, heading out of the aisle to apparently brag to Calum about it. “I can’t believe you, my own girlfriend,” Mikey shakes his head at you. “It’s the eyes,” you shrug, walking out of the aisle. “Hey,” he frowns, trailing close behind.

"I was kidding,” you chuckle being spun around and dragged into another aisle with your back against the shelf and Michael’s arms bracketing you. “Tell me i’m your favorite,” Michael breathes, lips only inches from yours. You contemplate teasing him, really dragging this thing out but you’ve also gone a bit dizzy with being so close to him without actually touching and that needs to change asap. “You’re my favorite, you’re definitely my favorite.”

Michael smiles triumphantly and steps away, “Good. Lunch on me today.” Which you whine about because that’s not fair you think you at least deserve a peck but he refuses, even all through lunch which causes you to sulk until he finally gives in and you two have a five minute make out session before his break is over.

-

“Hey so Luke told me something pretty interesting the other day,” you say casually as you swing your legs, sitting on the electronics counter. “Oh god,” Michael glances at you from where he’s turning off all the game consoles for the day. “He says Stella’s been a bit touchy.” “Did he now?” You hum a reply, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

“Luke’s an idiot,” Michael brushes the subject off easily. “Yeah but I mean, do you think she’s been touchy?” He pauses a beat but continues in picking up around the little area. “No, I don’t think so.” “Well Calum thinks so and don’t you think it’s something worth paying attention to if both of them are saying it?” “There’s nothing to pay attention to because there’s nothing there,” he shrugs walking over to you.

“I guess that’d be a lot easier to believe without your past,” you sigh, arms hanging loosely around his neck. “We don’t have a past,” he creases his eyebrows. “Michael, she kissed you, she obviously likes you in more than a co-worker kind of way and if you didn’t see it before what makes now any different?” He has a small smile on his face that makes you want to shout at him because he clearly isn’t listening.

“Why are you smiling? Stop it, i’m trying to talk to you,” you frown. “No, you’re worrying and you really don’t need to because I promise nothing is going to happen, whether she wants it to or not,” his smile growing in the slightest bit before he presses his lips to yours. “I kinda love you ya know,” he whispers, lips brushing yours.

It’s the first time either of you have ever said those three words and you’d never really thought about the way it’d go or how you’d feel in the moment but right now it erases any nerves or worries which were ridiculous to begin with. This is Michael, this is clingy, cuddly, kitten, Michael who loves you and hadn’t even wanted to kiss that girl in the first place.

And because of all that, because he always sends a calming through you that no one else can, because he always knows what to say, because he’s pretty much your favorite person in the world and you’ve never felt such bliss, you whisper back a giggled, “I kinda love you too.”

-

“What about this one?” you turn the magazine to show Michael a tattoo, referring to the font since you’d been planning out your first tattoo, already having the perfect lyrics. “I liked the one before,” he answers from where he’s supposed to be stocking the shelf behind you but he’d given up a few minutes ago to watch you. It’s something that’s become part of the norm for you two, you’ve given up on trying to get him to stop long ago.

“But you said you didn’t like the one before,” you huff. “Yeah but I like it more than that one,” he points to the image. “Alright, I’ll just keep looking,” you sigh, closing the magazine all together because one, you’ve just about given up on finding the right font and two, Michael really should be doing his job.

“Michael,” you sigh exasperatedly just now realizing how much he’s done and how much he still has left. “What?” he shrugs nonchalant. “Have you even started?” “Yeah.” “What? Those five?” “Well I did get a little distracted,” he smirks placing a hand on your waist. “No, no kissing till you’ve finished,” you say firmly. “No fair,” he frowns. “Yes fair, and you’re doing it all yourself.”

He pouts but you’re firm on not giving in this time, you’ve really been trying hard to work on that lately. “Save it, your break starts in ten, you have until then to finish or i’m going for lunch with Luke and Cal,” you reach for a magazine mainly to distract yourself before you can give into your now faded-purple haired boyfriend.

"You’re so mean to me,” Michael says in mock-hurt, stocking the shelf messily. “If anything i’m too nice, and messy shelves don’t count,” you hum, flipping through the magazine. Michael groans, fixing the mess he’d made of the shelf. “I know, your terrible girlfriend is making you do your job,” you tease glancing over at him and he sticks his tongue out like the three year old he is.

"Love you too babe,” you giggle, going back to your magazine and chuckling every time he makes an exaggerated sigh or groan at actually having to do his job properly.

-

You’re about halfway done with the magazine when you hear Stella and her annoyingly chirpy voice, “Oh hey Mikey, need some help?” You roll your eyes, looking at Michael who’s already looking at you like he’s asking if he can have her help or help in general. You don’t give an answer though, just redirect your eyes back to the magazine in your hands.

“Uh, no, i’m fine thanks,” you hear Michael reply. “Alright if you insist, I was actually looking for you though,” Stella speaks again and honestly, you’d think the girl would have walked away by now. “Oh?” You flip the page just to make it seem like you’re not completely invested in their conversation. “Yeah, did you want to go for lunch?” You stay quiet mainly for the safety of well, everyone.

God only knows what would happen if you’d gotten the chance at Stella after that little stunt she pulled.

“I actually already have lunch plans,” and you smile to yourself, taking a side note to reward him for that one later. “Oh, that’s alright, how about you just leave this shelf then and we go to the back for a bit?” Your eyes nearly come out of their sockets and you’re so ready to have a go at her but there’s surprisingly no reason to.

“Look Stel, you’re really cool and all but I already told you, I have a girlfriend and she’s pretty great so I’d rather not ruin that with someone who parades themselves around for anyone that’ll have them.” Stella’s mouth opens and closes a couple times in shock. “Yeah Ash might have mentioned it to me,” Michael wears a proud grin, Stella seemingly wordless just walks away with a huff and tinted cheeks.

“That was kinda harsh babe,” you grin at Michael. He shrugs carelessly, “How creepy was that though?” “Very,” you agree, walking over to him. “Told you, you had nothing to worry about,” he gives a lopsided smile. “That you did,” you agree, a sense of warmness flowing throughout your entire body. “I love you,” you hum.

“I love you too, even if you are making me do my job,” he makes a disgusted face like even saying he’s doing his job leaves a bad taste in his mouth. “You’re literally five,” you giggle, pecking his lips. “Let’s go to lunch then my little toddler, think you deserve it,” you grab his hand, leading him out of the aisle and drive you two down the street to his favorite pizza parlor that you always end up at one way or another.

Target Michael is officially over, i’m so sorry about the end I know it was far from fulfilling. D: 

Baker Boy Part 11 (TAYVIN AU)

ADAM POV

“No! I’m stopping you right there. You cannot come to work!” I told Taylor for the 10th time this morning, and it was only 6am.

“WHY NOT?” She said through gritted teeth.

“I’ve told you so many times now. I just don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.” I tried to explain.

We barely ever got in fights, and if we did they were usually very minor, but all of yesterday and then this morning we had been fighting…. well not exactly fighting…just arguing. Taylor was 2 weeks from her due date and I had told her that from today, which was a Monday, she would not be working at the bakery. It wasn’t forever, just until the baby is born and she is comfortable to work again. Taylor had even helped me find a temporary replacement, a teenager from the local high school named Martha who was on school vacation for the next month, but she still didn’t want to just take a break.

“What can happen in a bakery? Like seriously Adam, you are making it sound like we work in a nuclear power plant! I am fine! I feel fine! The baby is FINE! Now just let me work!” Taylor said, glaring at me.

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