as well as the closer

anonymous asked:

Hi Jenna! Love and appreciate your work. Do you use Spotify to listen to music while you write? If so, is the playlist public so your followers can listen to it as well? Best Wishes.

I don’t, but I was considering making one closer to the TSC release. 

I was inspired by @lazulisong‘s utter brilliance.

The moment Takeshi learned of Yuuri’s ginormous crush on Victor Nikiforov, he lifted Yuuri’s sweatshirt, took a big handful of belly, and shouted loud enough to wake Yuuri’s dead grandmother, “Keep dreaming, round boy! Victor would never want a tubbo like you!”

Oh, but if only Takeshi knew that Victor Nikiforov not only wants a tubbo like Yuuri but that he cried when Yuuri announced that it was time to drop the weight in preparation for the new season. Cried actual tears. The kind of tears usually reserved for deaths in the family or losing everything in a fire. The kind he shed when he thought Yuuri was breaking up with him. Bitter, heart-wrenching tears that leave him red-faced and heaving, then stumbling around hours later, wrung completely dry.

To be fair, Victor cries like that about literally everything—Yuuri landing a quad, surprise candlelight dinners, children in oversized parkas, murals that feature the color cerulean, dogs in movies (not just when they die, but when they’re there at all), the fourth ringtone on his new phone, daffodils, the word ‘sorbet’, and aerosol deodorant—but what Takeshi doesn’t know won’t prove him right, so.

“Maybe you can postpone it another week,” Victor mumbles into the kitchen table, where he fell into a chair and just sort of… deflated everywhere. He’s lying on top of the newspaper. Yuuri really wants to read it.

“You told Yurio he should’ve started training two weeks ago.”

Victor gives a despondent shrug. “He should’ve. Instead he’s been spending all his time Skyping with that degenerate.”

“You love Otabek. You hugged him and said you were proud to welcome him to the family, then you dumped a bag of condoms in his lap and cried because—and I quote—you were trusting him to take care of your most precious child.” And then a mortified, blushing Yurio slammed the airport shuttle door on Victor’s fingers.

Victor’s bandaged hand lifts and cuts through the air as though it were a tiny boat sailing on a choppy sea. Yuuri isn’t entirely sure what it means, but whatever it is? It’s suitably dramatic. “Yurio’s different.”

“Except not really.” Across the table, Yuuri studies the part in his hair, which looks a little… wider than usual. And sadder. It looks like a frown. He wants to lean forward to touch it, but that would do nothing except set Victor off again, and at the moment there isn’t enough fluid in Victor’s body to sustain him as it is. Instead, he pushes his own glass of orange juice toward him. “Vitya, please, drink something and replenish, would you? I don’t want to even think about what the headlines would say tomorrow if I let you pass out while we’re running this evening.”

At that, Victor lifts his head. Yuuri could skate an entire program based on the sheer betrayal on Victor’s face. “We’re running already? But we can’t! Not yet! I'm—You’re not ready. Another week. I’m putting my foot down, as your coach.”

“You’re a terrible coach,” Yuuri says. “I mean that. I want that on record. I can’t believe I’ve put my career in your hands. Can I fire you?”

“I’m a good husband, though, so it all cancels out,” Victor points out, which, okay, fair point. And he proves it by sliding both of his hands across the table and making grabby motions with his fingers. Well, one hand does. The bandaged one looks like a mummified sock puppet. “Don’t leave meeeeee.”

“I’m not leav—” Yuuri pauses, then rolls his eyes so hard he’s almost positive that he sprains something. “Oh. You were talking to my—”

“Squishyyyyyy.”

It comes out on the back of a long, sinuous whine. At Yuuri’s feet, Makkachin stirs, and he places his foot gently on her back and rubs until she settles. “I’m not going to bust my ass twice as hard just so you can manhandle me whenever you want.”

Victor’s head thunks back onto the table between his outstretched arms. “But you’re so soft and squishy, and it’s my favorite, and soon you’re going to be all bony and hard.”

“You’ve never once complained about me being hard,” Yuuri deadpans, then hides his face in his hands, because honestly. Victor cackles dementedly. “Look, I know you like my… well. I appreciate it, but I really need to start training yesterday if we’re going for the gold.”

Victor throws himself off of the table and drapes himself backward over his chair with a groan that honestly deserves an award. “Fine! Fine. Nobody ever told me that so much of being married is making sacrifices.”

It would be so easy for Yuuri to just turn his head and stare at the framed cross-stitch on the microwave that reads Sacrifice is one of the purest and most selfless ways to love someone. Practice it daily. Instead, he nudges the glass of juice a little closer, because, well. Sacrifice.

“Buck up,” Yuuri says cheerfully. “I’ll be back to being squishy before you know it.”

With a grumble, Victor reaches for the glass.

And while no one could ever accuse Yuuri of being the type to hold a grudge, he can’t deny the small, dark part of him that wants to call up Takeshi right this second and crow, “Round Boy got his, you jerk!”

First Time for Everything

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: smut, language, hilarity

Summary: (inspired by this post by @missjackil ) Sam’s never had a blowjob, so you take it upon yourself to convince Sam to let you give him his first ever blowjob.

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Dean loved to brag. He bragged about everything, from the perfectly executed execution of the monster on their latest hunt to how many beers he’d outdrank his brother by. Usually the latter ended with him toppling onto one of the two beds, slurring his way into a sleep that would last for a good twelve hours. Sometimes he bragged about the blowjob he’d gotten from the pretty bar waitress, betting Sam that “he’d probably never gotten a better blowjob.”

And it was true.

Sam hadn’t gotten a better blowjob because he’d never even gotten a blowjob.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2

A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)


The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.

You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you have more flirty rivals prompts?

1) “Well.” They stepped closer, trailing their hands down the other’s chest. “They do say you should know your enemies. And, believe me, before this week is out I’m going to learn everything there is to know about you. All your weaknesses, everything that makes you tick, all your sensitive little buttons.” 
“Now, now. You have to at least buy me dinner first. It can be your consolation prize for losing.”


2) “You have to get better, okay?” They kicked the side of the hospital bed. “It’s no fun when I can’t crush you.”
“That nearly sounds like concern.”
“It’s the medication, it’s giving you delusions.”


3) “You’re going down.” 
“On you? Let’s not pretend you could handle that without begging. We’re pretending you have dignity, remember?” 


4) “Anything you can do,” they sang in an annoying voice, “I can do better. I can do anything-” the kiss shut them up. Blanked their brain with the flare of want, of heat spreading through their chest. After a moment, they kissed back eagerly, only for their rival to pull back, teasing. Lips ghosting without satisfaction. “Can you kiss me better than that? Because oh my god the look on your face right now.” 
They pounced.


5) “You know, for people who apparently hate each other, you spend an awful lot of time getting up close and personal.”
“I don’t hate them, I hate losing to them. And everyone know closeness is used to establish physical dominance.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. And what do the longing looks establish?” 

Help Wanted, Alternate Ending

In a world where Ford’s interview took place a little later…

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice?” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms tightly against his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. “Did you think that just ‘cos we’re graduating soon that we wouldn’t care? Or that we’d be too distracted to pay attention to what was going on between you two?”

Dex and Nursey share a worried glance, sat on the Haus couch, pressed unnecessarily close. Dex swallows. They were doing so well at hiding it, too. And it was still new. He didn’t want pressure from the team potentially ruining the good thing they had going. Especially not their captains, who had a penchant for being… intrusive… even if they had good intentions.  

Ransom sighs, standing next to Holster, playing the disappointed father to Holster’s angry one. “We thought… you were better than this,” he chastises, shaking his head.

Dex furrows his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“It means that we saw what happened at breakfast,” Holster admonishes.

Dex and Nursey glance at each other, confused. Breakfast?

“And the flyers. The ones strewn across the pathway next to river quad,” Ransom adds. “Don’t think we didn’t put the pieces together.”

“Yo, I don’t really know what you guys are talking about,” Nursey explains, “but I think you might have misinterpre—”

“You’re fighting again,” Holster concludes, sighing. “I thought you’d gotten past this, you know. You guys were getting so much better. What happened?”

Dex has to cover his mouth with his fist to stop himself from laughing, and he can tell from the glint in Nursey’s eye that Nursey feels the exact same way. Fighting? No, they’re doing quite the opposite. Hell, they’re literally sitting so that their hands are touching – on a three-person couch no less.

“D-men stick together,” Ransom raptures. “And I understand that the closeness that Holster and I have going might seem a little hard to live up to—” Nursey raises an incredulous eyebrow at Dex, “—but that’s not what we want. You guys don’t have to be best friends, we just want you to at least tolerate each other. The team needs it.”

“What happened at breakfast, guys?” Holster asks. “We can work through this.”

“Uhh… nothing?” Dex tries. “What do you mean?”

“You normally sit next to Chowder at breakfast,” Ransom states, “but you didn’t. Because Nursey was there.” He raises an accusing eyebrow at the two of them.

“No…” Dex says slowly. “I didn’t sit next to Chowder because Tango needed help with his CS homework, so I sat next to him. And also because me, you and Whiskey needed to be in the same comic panel so we could do the whole ‘soft same’ bit—you know what, never mind.”

Holster huffs, clearly disbelieving. “Sure. And the flyers? You just dropped them by accident? Or did you throw them in frustration because you two were fighting?” he accuses.

Dex squints. “Well, you’re not totally wrong, but…”

“Look,” Ransom says, “we get it. You guys are different people with different outlooks on life. And maybe, I dunno, Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really respect that.”

“Um, not really?” Dex says.

“Yeah, and maybe Nursey feels like Dex doesn’t respect his perspective,” Holster adds, glancing at Ransom.

“That’s not—” Nursey tries to interject.

“Well maybe Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really know him as well as he thinks he does,” Ransom huffs, stepping closer.

“Maybe Nursey just wants what’s best for Dex,” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms and looking away. “Maybe Nursey thinks that Dex doesn’t believe in himself enough and that he gives up without even trying—”

“Maybe Dex thinks that this isn’t any of Nursey’s business!” Ransom yells. “Maybe Dex can make his own decisions about his future!”

“Maybe Nursey knows that Dex is better than this!” Holster spits. “Maybe he knows that Dex can be anything he wants if he tried!”

“Well maybe Dex doesn’t know what he wants!” Ransom shouts, desperately. “Maybe the only thing he knows he wants is that he wants to spend more time with his best bro while he figures it all out!”

Holster swallows. “Yeah?” he says, softly.

Ransom nods, holding back tears. “Yeah. Nursey and Dex… they’re bros, bro.”

Holster sniffs. “Dude…”

A door slams closed. Ransom and Holster turn to find the couch empty. Outside, through the window, Dex and Nursey sprint away from the Haus as fast as humanly possible, their hands tightly clasped.

“Rude,” Ransom huffs. “We were in a middle of a d-man sesh.”

“I know, right.”

NHL!Bitty, Pt. III - Post-Season

Bitty loves Seattle as much as a southerner can love a city that barely sees the sunshine, and he loves his boys, but god bless it if he doesn’t cross his fingers and toes every year hoping to get picked up by a Metropolitan team so he can at least live on the same coast as Jack.

For a few blissful months every year, Bitty gets his husband back; and promptly does none of what he’s planned to do with said husband.

(Also, point-of-order, Jack’s three-year, 1.2 million a year Falconers contract is on the lower end of the spectrum. The average (2016) NHL salary is around 2.9 mil a year, meaning Jack went pretty cheap for someone being scouted by so many teams. Did our beloved Canadian hockey robot turn down mad-money elsewhere to sign with the Falconers? Probably.) 

Part I - Hug Check |  Part II - Chirping

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They’re both snuggled up together in a rare moment of post-season calm. Neither are keen to move any more than the absolutely have to; tucked into lopsided couch cushions while the television plays split-screened between another film missed in theaters and the NHL Network.

It’s been a long, hard-fought season for them both: the Falconers knocked out of the playoffs in the second round, the Schooners barely making a dent in the first. Combine that with their newfound ‘chronic’ injuries and Bitty is happy to just lie here, mindlessly groping any part of Jack he can reach: he’s currently got a handful of pec, while Jack alternates between Bitty’s ass and lower back. It’s not arousing at all, just comfortable; until Jack’s wandering fingers hit a sore spot.  

“You okay?” Jack whispers when Bitty flinches.

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IwaOi Week 2017: It’s Getting Closer!

Hey, there! Admin Oikawa here, just sending out a friendly reminder that IwaOi week is taking place from May 1st-May 7th. All medias are welcome, so as long as they feature IwaOi! We are super, super excited, and hope that you are, too. 

Official Prompts: 

MAY 1st: Immortality/College
MAY 2nd: Unrequited/Firsts
MAY 3rd: Charm/Song-Inspired
MAY 4th: Holidays/Paranoia
MAY 5th: Free day/Miscommunication
MAY 6th: Fairy Tale/Anomaly
MAY 7th: Goodbyes/Hellos

Don’t forget to tag your work with IwaOiWeek2017, or submit it to the page so that we can share! And, hey! Share this with your friends. The more people who participate, the more fun! 

-Admin Oikawa 

Trenchcoat Tactics

[From the same group as Bridgeslayer and politely asking the bugbear if he’d seen the kid we were looking for (post/159495599654) ]

Context: After the bugbear asked the bandits, the half orc paladin and the goliath cleric talked to the bandits and GC lead a bandit and the bugbear away while we took down the other bandits.  For note, our elf bard couldn’t make the session.

Me, (a very short) Dragonborn Druid: Is there any chance I can steal a robe off one of these corpses

DM: Yeah, about time, you do that.

Gnome Wizard: Alright, so how are we gonna tell GC to come back?  They’ve seen HOP already, I’m like two thumbs tall soaking wet, they won’t believe I’m one of them.

DD: Well, I’m closer to a human height but y'know… I’m a green lizard man.

GW: Yeah, what are we gonna do

DD: Wait… Get on my shoulders and put on the cloak, that’ll be about the size of a human and we’ll have a humanish face!

HOP: …or you know I could just… tell them I’m asking on the bandits behalf

[We agree to this but do the robe thing regardless, during the next fight we kill the bandit without taking off this disguise.]

HOP: *stepping in between GC and the bugbear* Wait, don’t fight, he’s helped us, he’s our friend.

Blart, The Bugbear: But I have to kill you guys, the big man is watching *gesturing at us in the robe*

DD: *nudges GW*

GW: Blart!  Well done man you uh… You passed our test!  You’re officially a bandit!  Have the rest of the day off!

DM: Oh my god no, i mean… roll charisma

GW: *rolls nat 20*

DM: ……the… Blart leaves, very proud of himself for passing the test.

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i’m really starting to like this “Barry, hold me” trend where Cisco and Barry are all up in eachother’s space and Caitlin is like a million miles away

Crushes...

How long do you have before whoever you’re crushing on is a lost cause if they don’t already like you back?
••• Look at your crushes signs •••


Cardinal Signs (Check Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars and 7th)
• Aries: Decides the moment they meet you if they like you, but they may also change their mind later… like after you guys fuck 🙃. Confuses love with lust, so watch out.
• Cancer: Decides after 30 years. You’ve gotta be determined as hell… but ultimately, if you give them attention and make them feel loved.. it’s in the bag. However, if they’re given reason to distrust you before liking you, you’re 100% out. Usually doesn’t go for people who they believe to be “higher” than they are, so if you’re the Jock going after the shy Cancer Venus girl, she’s not gonna believe your motives are pure for shit. Go hit a Pisces Venus up with that ish.
• Libra: Changes their mind often. Can easily be deterred. Often will like someone JUST cause they like them back. Like Cancer, these people tend to love due to the attention.
• Capricorn: Either likes you or doesn’t. Meets you and immediately tags you as smash or pass. After that, it’s all about how you speak to their soul. They’re the type that’ll fuck you on the first date but won’t kiss you in public until they decide you’re trustworthy and have shit going for you – or you’re worth their time. Likes people who will boost their status more, whether they’re attractive or know lots of people.

Fixed Signs:
• Taurus: They’ll take a long time to decide, but the moment they do, they’re dead set. They’ll go after you until the end of time. “Fling” isn’t in their vocabulary.
• Leo: Like Cancer and Libra, these people thrive off of attention, and will often start liking you simply due to the attention given to them. However, they also desire the social ranking, attractiveness, and positivity in a partner, much like Capricorn. They want to know they’ll not only be treated like a Queen, but will become closer to being one as well.
•Scorpio: They meet you: Smash or Pass. They’ll chase you, so often enough you don’t have to worry about it. Sexual as shit and generally flirtatious, it can be hard to know if you’re the “one” they’re talking to. They often chase several people at once. If you want them, challenge them.
•Aquarius: Appeal to their mind. Good conversation is key. Listen. Prove you care about people. Prove you’re intelligent. First impressions aren’t everything, but they sure do help. Adventures, fun-loving. These people are the definition of “idrc about looks…”

Mutable Signs:
• Gemini: Look at Aquarius. It’s the same. However, communication is more key than people. They want to be with someone they can learn from. Teach them. Let them teach you. If there is no learning, there is no love.
• Virgo: Same as Gemini, except with Aquarius’s love of people and without their acceptance of anyone and everyone. If you have no future, they don’t fwu. They need attractive people, like Capricorn.
• Sagittarius: Aquarius to a T. Also needs someone creative and willing to get fucked up with them, tbh.
• Pisces: Appeal to their creativity. Make them feel special. They love attention but love support even more. Often, just by loving them they love you… however, their high expectations can cause problems when you don’t live up to them… Prince(ss) Charming is hard to obtain, so good thing she/he thinks everyone they meet is him/her.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: everyone keeps asking why they both keep wearing the pink & yellow color scheme mixed together (they share clothes)

Here you go!

Kimberly had been wearing Trini’s bomber jacket all day, the same bomber jacket Trini wore when they first found the power coins, the jacket Trini wore the first time they met. Something about the jacket made Kim’s heart clench, it smelled faintly like her, trees and pinewood, the smell of the forest, calming and refreshing. Kimberly could also smell the hints of a floral perfume, but it didn’t cover the earthly smell. The jacket smelled like Trini, like safety. Kimberly hadn’t meant to take it, she really hadn’t. She had climbed through Trini’s window last night, same as always, with krispy kreme donuts, for the sheer irony, and she lost track of the time, she usually does when she is with Trini, finding herself lost in the girls bright smile, her doe eyes, everything about Trini was warm, and comfortable. Trini was home. Kimberly always made sure to leave before the sun rose, every time, to make sure that she didn’t get caught by her parents, even though leaving Trini was difficult, her girlfriend begging her to stay and cuddle, among other things, though she usually was pretty good at saying no, the keyword being usually. Last night, she wasn’t as good as saying no as she thought she was, which was proven in more ways than one.

Kimberly had woken the next morning, the sun shining through the window blinding her, as she was laying in bed with Trini, the majority of her clothes spewed across the room, Trini’s soft brown hair spread across the sheets in front of her. The smaller girl was pressed up against her, Kim’s arm thrown over her midsection, holding her close, the other girls chest falling at an even pace, Trini’s light snoring filling Kim’s ears. Kimberly took in the calm for a moment, appreciating the beautiful girl in front of her, who was also her girlfriend. She then realized where she was. At Trini’s house, in the morning, after sneaking out of her house to see Trini. Kimberly jolted out of bed, quickly checking the time on her phone, which was in her pants, which were thrown across the room, on Trini’s desk, along with the assortment of their clothes everywhere, it was five a.m., giving her about an hour to get home, before her parents realized she wasn’t home. Trini started groaning, as Kimberly ran around the room, trying to grab her clothes, as she rushed to get home. Trini’s words were barely audible, but Kimberly could make out a “what the fuck?”,also a “its too early for this”, and a “come back here,” which is what Trini said as she pulled Kimberly back, tugging on her arm, Kimberly falling back into the bed, as Trini tried to pull her closer, Trini still being half asleep.

“Trin! Trini I have to go, unless you want my parents to find out their daughter isn’t home.”

Kimberly exclaimed, trying to pull herself from the other girl, who was incredibly strong, but if she was being honest, she wasn’t really trying that hard, not wanting to leave herself. Trini’s grip didn’t loosen, still pulling Kimberly closer, a small smirk on her face.

“Well that’s too bad princess. Maybe if you hadn’t suggested other activities last night, you would’ve been home on time.”

Trini teased, a mischievous grin on her face as she yanked the other girl forward again. Kimberly was about to yell Trini’s name but stopped herself, realizing that Trini’s parents were literally across the hall. Kimberly falls right next to Trini, their faces inches apart. Her breath hitches as she tries teasing back.

“Suggested, huh? So last night, that’s what you think suggesting is?” 

Kimberly hadn’t suggested it, but she certainly wasn’t opposed to it, she also wouldn’t admit that she was secretly hoping.

“I don’t remember you saying no, or complaining, but I do remember a few other words, like OH TRIN-“

Kimberly silences the other girl with a kiss, as they both melt into the kiss, Trini’s hand coming up to frame Kim’s face, her grip loosening on the other girl, allowing Kimberly to slip out of her iron grasp. Kim pulled away from the bed, a whine leaving Trini’s mouth, and rushed to grab all her clothes and her jacket, and she wasn’t really paying attention, mainly because of her incredibly adorable girlfriend whining and begging her to stay, even though they both knew how that’d turn out. Kimberly threw on a bunch of random clothes, anything she could pick from the assortment on Trini’s floor, before kissing her girlfriend quickly and rushing home, barely making it back before her mother came to ‘wake her up’.

What she hadn’t realized until she walked into school, was that the jacket she was wearing wasn’t hers. The sleeves were too short, it wasn’t long enough at the waist, it smelled faintly like pinewood and cedar, and it was bright yellow. It was Trini’s, which meant her pink shirt, and pinkish red jacket was at Trini’s, and that they had accidentally switched clothes. Kimberly didn’t mind, they’d done it before, but just in the safety of each others rooms, she liked the vague smell of Trini left on the collar, she liked how short the sleeves were too short, reminding her of how small her girlfriend was, something Trini was very defensive about, but Kimberly knew she secretly liked being the small spoon, having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, and wearing Kimberly’s clothes. She knew that nobody who didn’t know them personally wouldn’t notice, but she knew the boys would notice, but they didn’t know that Kim and Trini were dating, although they had been asking questions and wondering what had changed between the girls. So when Kim walks into english, which she has with Jason, she notices his eyes do a double take of the outfit, and how he narrows his eyes curiously, examining how Kim was acting, looking for any of the cues that she had been with Trini, happy, blissful, bashful. Jason wasn’t clueless, he was the team leader after all, he also knew the girls very well, noticing that they had changed in terms of friendliness, so Kim knew that he noticed she was wearing Trini’s jacket, and she waited for him to ask. Thirty minutes of class passed before he said anything.

“You’re wearing Trini’s jacket” 

It wasn’t so much a question, as it was a statement. Kimberly doesn’t turn her head away from the front, she just skims over her outfit before saying.

“I guess I am.”

Jason’s face scrunches up in confusion, as he nods his head slowly, looking back at the teacher. Kimberly had to contain her smirk, she could go along with this, teasing the poor, innocent boys.

What Kim didn’t know was that Trini had also switched her clothes, wearing Kimberly’s bright pink shirt, a colour very uncommon on her, but Kimberly had no complaints. As they went on through the school day, both girls got different confused questions from the the boys like, “um isn’t that Kim’s shirt?” and “when did you decide to start wearing the colour pink?” or “yellow’s new?” The girls were both getting joy out of seeing the boys confused, and Zack very suspicious.  

At the end of school, the boys confronted the girls, determined to find out what had been going on between them, ready to get their answer. As the girls were leaving school, both wearing a mix between pink and yellow, the boys stepped in front of them, Zack’s arms crossed, Jason eyes narrowing, trying to figure out what was going on, still slightly confused, and Billy, sweet sunshine child, just stood there, still very confused himself, but not really caring, a small across his face. Jason starts off.

“So…what’s going on with you two?” 

He asks vaguely, gesturing between the two girls. The girls share a quick glance, small mischievous smirks pulling at their faces, as they continues to tease and act clueless.

“What do you mean red? You jealous?”

Trini teases, causing Jason to stutter, his face almost as red as his suit. He doesn’t say anything else. Zack though, Zack wasn’t afraid to press.

“You’re sharing clothes, even perfume I think. You go out on cafe dates like everyday, and you two are suddenly very close, much closer than before, so what’s happened?”

He states, not wanting to push any boundaries, knowing he’d get his ass kicked. The girls just smile, and intertwine their hands and Billy just says sweetly.

“Well if you guys are happy, we’re happy too.” 

He says before clapping his hands, giving the girls a reassuring smile, but something in his eyes is telling them that he knows, that he understood, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Trini’s smirk widens as Kimberly speaks.

“Thanks Billy, and what can we say guys, we’re just your regular gal pals.” 

She pats Jason’s arm, before pulling Trini’s arm as they pick up their pace, leaving the boys clueless, but not a minute later, Kimberly hears Billy say something and then Jason and Zack yell in unison.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!!” 

Trini tugs Kimberly as they start to run, the boys chasing after them, questions being shouted, as they ran away, together.

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.


Part Two