back the buzz

So, remember that recent discussion about a fic where Stiles was abused? That turned into this. Trigger warning: child abuse. It’s not graphic, but it’s there. 


Summery: All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski. 


There are painted wooden letters that spell out his name in a frame on Mieczysław Reid’s bedroom wall. His mom bought them at the craft store, and decorated them even before he was born. None of the kids in Mieczysław’s first grade class know how to say his name. None of them talk to him anyway, since he always gets in trouble and also he gets lice a lot. Last time he came home with a note from the school saying the lice were back, Audrey buzzed all his hair and put kerosene on what was left. It burned, and he got a blister behind his ear that popped and hurt for days and days afterward.

“What the fuck you crying for?” Dad asked him, and threw a can at him to make him go away.

Mieczysław is six. He sometimes lies awake at night and looks at the letters on the wall. Mom was the only one who knows how to say his name, but she’s gone now. She died. Even his Dad can’t say it. Sometimes he looks at the wooden letters, every one painted a different color, and wonders if his mom loved him when he was still in her belly what would it be like it she was still here?

Audrey and Dad fight at lot.

They live out of town in a house by the wreckers yard. Dad owns the yard. They don’t have many neighbors, but sometimes the wind must carry their voices, because someone calls the police.

Mieczysław stands behind his bedroom door when the deputies come, watching through the gap.

Audrey and Dad stop shouting and yelling then. Sometimes they even laugh and tell the deputies it was nothing. Just letting off steam. And Mieczysław shuts his mouth, because he knows better than to say otherwise, and usually the police take a look around and then go away again.

Except for one night, and one deputy.

Mieczysław hasn’t seen this deputy before. He’s tall. Mieczysław is six though. Everyone is tall. He has blue eyes the same color as the sky just before it softens into dusk. The skin around his eyes crinkles when he sees Mieczysław peering around the door and he smiles.

“Hey, kiddo.”

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Neighbor sued me after harassing my dog for months, lost horribly.

About 6 or 7 months ago, my neighbor got a drone. I don’t mind people having hobbies, but for some reason he insisted on flying like the biggest jerk possible. He would hover in front of other houses and windows, try to “race” cars going down the road, and worst of all he had a habit of flying his drone in my fenced back yard buzzing over my dog, diving low just over my dogs head before circling around to do it again. My dog isn’t small, he’s about 70lbs and a Malamute, but the drone terrified him, and I was worried what would happen if it hit him.

I asked my neighbor several times to please not fly in my yard and explained that it was scaring my dog, he basically told me to get lost and laughed in my face. When it still continued, I called the police. Unfortunately there wasn’t much they could do other than ask him to please not fly over my house/property.

Finally, in late December it happened - my dog got tired of his shit and managed to catch the drone right as it was diving towards him. He shredded the drone, the thing was just a jumbled mess of wires and plastic.

Neighbor was pissed. He stormed over to my house swearing and threatening me, which I ignored. A week later, I got a summons to small claims court - he wanted $900 for the cost of his drone and an additional $300 for supposedly denying him access to his property (the drone sat in my yard for a couple hours before it was retrieved). F*ck that. He could have killed my dog. I don’t have kids or a girlfriend, I just have my dog who is my best friend for the past 7 years. That dog has moved with me three times, was there when I graduated college, saw me buy my first house and my first new car. I love my dog.

Went to LegalAdvice, got some great help from them. Turns out, him suing me was the best thing to ever happen. When we got to small claims court, the judge basically laughed away his claims that I had intentionally trained my dog to attack his drone. But little did he know I was prepared. I had dozens of photos of my yard showing it was impossible for him to “accidentally” fly that low to my dog, videos of him harassing my dog in the past, and I had saved all my medical bills from taking my dog to the vet. $700 for an xray? Check. Another $250 to sedate him during? Why not, don’t want him being uncomfortable. Full dental exam with tooth cleaning/repair? $400. Then there was the cost of anti-anxiety meds and a secondary check up, wet food for a week in case his teeth were hurt, and extra just for good measure. In the end, the a-hole ended up owing me almost $2,000, and now is being investigated by the FAA for not having a registered drone and violating several FAA regulations concerning drone flight, too near an airport, too close to other people, out of sight of operator and waaay above the maximum altitude.

Enjoy never being allowed to fly drones again, d*ck.

the temperature got up to 76 F today in San Diego, so i really had no choice but to go back to Better Buzzed and grab another acai bowl😅
i know i never really talk about my training anymore, i’ve just been so uninspired lately. my routine is still the same, nothing too cool. that’s why i’m soooo excited to try hot yoga tmrw! hopefully it’ll inspire me in the gym🔥

no offense but i can’t wait to listen to the ultimate drag taylor swift is writing about everyone who used her name as a springboard into controversy and tried to blame her for things she has absolutely nothing to do with and have now come groveling back creating buzz over “where is taylor swift?!” smh yall are about to get your asses handed to you on a platinum record

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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anonymous asked:

What if Stiles and Derek's first kiss is post-nogitsune? Would he feel like a thief? Would he mourn the body that Derek never held? Would each brush of fingertips or kiss to his temple be a betrayal? They'd probably talk about the scars too. Derek would understand-- to an extent. But he grew up not without his history on his skin so he'll never understand how it feels to have that ripped away.

Their lips brush and Stiles turns away a second later, breaths shallow, hands twitching against the folds of Derek’s shirt. There’s warm breath on his cheek, the ghost of beard still so close and all Stiles can think is that he wants this. He wants this. And…

It’s wrong.

Those fingers, twitching against Derek’s shirt, smooth and uncalloused. The scar that used to live above his third knuckle just a burn-hot memory in his mind.

Everything still feels off in his body, out of balance, and he remembers the way Derek used to look at him. All tension and frustration in ways he couldn’t start to make sense of. And now Derek’s lips are in reach, a short turn away, and he’s murmuring out “Stiles…?” and all Stiles can think is…

“Do you want me?”

He can feel the stall in Derek’s thoughts like a physical reaction, and he wonders if there was a subtle tell or if… if he’d just felt it, inside, the confusion a flicker of chaos in Derek’s chest. Can he do that? Feel chaos? The Nogitsune drank it in and Stiles…

“Stiles,” Derek breathes again, a quirk of amusement in his tone. Thumbs smooth down his hips and Stiles fights the urge to rise into the contact. “Thought I’d just answered that question.”

And Stiles could leave it at that, asked and answered. Except…

There should be a scar on his hip, long and thin, from a fence he’d scaled once and dropped down five times faster. Derek should be feeling that right now, that piece of Stiles’ history, that stupid ten year old adventure laid out across his skin. But the skin’s smooth. Blank slate.

He shivers, gripping tighter into Derek’s shirt.

“No, I––” He can’t think of how to explain it. The thoughts are a choked feeling in his throat, a twist in his gut. Something like guilt and fear and he doesn’t even know what answer he wants when he leans back enough to find Derek’s eyes and say: “Since when? Did you… I mean, before…”

He’s not sure Derek knows what he means, but there’s a hint of flush under that dark beard suddenly, and Stiles gets a little bit lost in the contrast.

“Last summer.”

“Last––?” It pulls Stiles back, his eyes startling up. That was… most of a year, that was before…

A sick lurch sets him falling back out of Derek’s grip. Too-smooth fingers (uncalloused) slip too easy from Derek’s chest. His sneaker-covered feet might as well be walking over glass and he’s being dramatic except that he’s really not. Because if Derek wanted him last summer…

“That wasn’t me.” It sounds wrong as he says it, stupid, because… he was there that summer. He remembers every moment spent with Derek, researching the Alphas, searching for hints of Boyd and Erica. Charged smirks and snark and quiet moments that felt more comfortable than they should. He remembers the moments before summer too, when the thought of Derek made his heart pound and his body thrum in a way that could have only meant fear, except it hadn’t only been fear. He’d been scared of the Alpha too, and the hunters, and that coil of electric heat only sparked through his gut for Derek. He remembers that, like he remembers the scars that aren’t there anymore, and he can’t help running his too-soft fingertips over the smooth flesh of his knuckle as he breathes out, faint and lost, “…Was that me?”

There’s a too long pause while the question burns back into his throat, buzzing through his limbs like a current until he realizes he’s shaking from them. Was that him? Helping Derek track the Alpha pack? Helping Scott learn to control his wolf? Sitting by his mom’s hospital bed, watching her lose the long war to her illness, pieces of her flaking away like old scars, like a whole identity, like––

A warm hand closes over his, large and gentle, grounding.

“It was you,” Derek says, simply. Like there’s no question, like nothing’s changed. Like Stiles hasn’t changed. 

But that’s wrong. He’s not the same person he was before the Nogitsune, and he’s not talking in the experiences change you, huh kind of way. He’d had scars before. He’d had… a whole life written on his skin. And then he’d crawled out from inside his possessed body’s throat, spawned out like some alien parasite or… clone and––

“My body died, back there.” Four months past, and he still can’t wrap his head around it. That he’d watched himself bitten and impaled, spasm and cracking and shatter to dust.

The scarred body. His real body.

And he was left in… this.

Long fingers uncurl, stretching out slow. Thin, pale digits fitting strangely perfect between Derek’s, and Stiles can only wonder what it would have looked like before.

“…What if I’m not real?” He watches Derek’s fingers twitch, barely perceptible, tightening like they’re fighting to hold onto him. And Derek’s lost enough in his life, too much. It’s a dick move to say this, to take anything else away from him, but… “What if the guy you wanted last summer… what if he died inside the Nogitsune, and I’m just––”

No.”

The sureness of it has Stiles’ throat clenching. He tilts his head, challenging. Finds Derek’s eyes again.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

Which is just… it’s stupid how that makes Stiles’ heart jump. Flutter around like it’s fighting to leap the distance between them and plaster itself all up against Derek’s stupid, muscled, secretly sweet as hell chest.

Which… yeah, that’s nearly a gross enough visual to stomp his fondness boner in the bud. He sets his jaw.

“Did you know I used to have a scar on––”

“Your right hand? Just above the third knuckle, a burn.”

Stiles’ argument stalls out. He blinks, finger shifting to rub over the space, but Derek’s is already there, soothing the phantom mark over his skin.

“I… was eleven.” Because silence has never been safe for him. Because noise distracts from the too-easy pleasure rippling up his arm. “First time I tried cooking dinner for me and dad. Mac and cheese, it… didn’t go great.” He wets his lips. Looks away “Or… the other me did, I don’t––”

You did.” And Derek still sounds so damn sure. Stiles wants to believe him. He parts his lips, can’t. Because––

“Stiles, I’ve never had scars on my skin. I… can’t relate to what it’s like to lose them. But the things that have happened to me… they’re not any less real because I can’t see them. Every bullet, cut, punch I’ve taken…” He might sense the wince forming on Stiles’ face, and shakes his head, shrugging that off like it’s not important. But that’s an argument for another day. “Every scar life gave you… they’re still there. You’re still carrying them, inside you.” He flits his eyes down Stiles’ frame, then away, finger soothing over the ghost burn. “There are plenty no one would have ever seen anyway. But they made you. Who you are, and who you are…” He shakes his head, looks back to meet Stiles’ eyes squarely. “You recognized me when I was a teenager. That’s the same person who recognized me in the preserve.” Stiles feels his face heat because… even knowing Derek’s a werewolf now, he’d never put together that Derek would have heard his fangirl moment to Scott after Derek had walked away.

Before he can speak up, though, Derek’s going on. “You tracked me to Mexico. Faced down the Calaveras to save me. That’s the same person who stared down the Argents, drove a Jeep into a kanima, who hit an Alpha with a wooden baseball bat––”

“Two Alphas,” Stiles cuts in, because props, ok? “Two, that were…” His free hand mimes squishing, and Derek’s lips twitch.

“Two,” he agrees, and Stiles can’t not smile back. Just for a second –– fond, helpless –– then he’s ducking his head. Derek sighs, catches his chin. Guides it up until their gazes lock again.

“That was you,” he says, so firmly Stiles can’t help believing this time. “Was the man who clawed his way out of his own possession. Followed Scott’s howl back to the real world. And whatever happened to your body, whatever… magic gave you a new one, Stiles came out with it. Your scars are still there, just…” His fingers trail to Stiles’ chest, and something thumps out eagerly to meet them.

“Inside,” Stiles breathes, and the way Derek’s eyes warm makes him shiver with a proud ripple of pleasure.

“Inside,” Derek echoes. Runs a thumb light along Stiles’ lip. “You could have come out of the Nogitsune looking like anything. Wouldn’t change who you are.”

And damn, Stiles has fallen for a goddamn poet in a grumpy wolf’s body. …But then, Stiles is pretty sure he’d known that already.

His fingers go up, curl gently into Derek’s shirt.

“But… you like this body,” he prompts, and Derek gives an exasperated huff, pulling him in.

“I like this body,” he confirms, and it doesn’t feel wrong to hear that.

When Derek kisses him this time, Stiles doesn’t pull away.

Our Little Secret - Part Eleven

Summary: Dean and you try something new on the way to your next hunt

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: free space for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Sexting

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Smut, sexting, language, flashback in italics, texting is in bold and italics

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

It’s been three weeks, three freaking weeks since Dean has touched you and you are dying.

The first two weeks had been because you were healing up. He was pretty sure you had cracked ribs and your shoulder had been really sore, so he wasn’t going to chance hurting you, even the couple of times you had insisted.

Then you had gotten the bright idea to tell him either he could have fun with you, or you would take care of it yourself. Dean promptly made sure the two of you shared a room with Sam at the next motel, a smug smile on his face, daring you to go right ahead. If you weren’t so nervous about being caught, you would have called his bluff.

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Wrote a teeny thing for @inbetweenwars, who shared some lovely headcanons with me the other day :’)

Now on AO3!


It’s the last night of summer vacation during Kageyama’s third year at Karasuno High School, and everything is terribly wrong.

Well, alright, not that wrong. He hasn’t been informed at the last minute that he’s been kicked out because of his grades, or that the volleyball club is disbanding, or that Oikawa has become their new English teacher, or anything. But there’s been an unease growing and gnawing at his stomach for the past month. It’s been making him very grumpy. And tomorrow, he’ll confront the source of it once and for all. He’s not sure what’s going to happen.

The cold hard facts are that tomorrow, along with returning to school, they will return to volleyball practice. They’re the much lauded Karasuno third years, they’ve brought the team to Nationals twice already, he’s their captain (Tadashi is the vice-captain, now, and thank god—Kageyama would die if he had to give all those inspirational speeches to all the first years, but Tadashi usually handles it for him). There is so much riding on their shoulders.

And Kageyama—he’s out of practice.

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The First And Last Lines of the ACOTAR Books

ACOTAR: The forest had become a labyrinth of snow and ice. //  “Let’s go home,” I said, and took his hand.

ACOMAF: Maybe I’d always been broken and dark inside. //  The feeling chased him all the way back to Velaris.

ACOWAR: The buzzing flies and screaming survivors had long since replaced the beating war-drums. //  All of it.

be there. 12x12 coda. deancas. (ao3)

Dying is different when it happens slowly.

Concern is rolling off of Dean in waves, and underneath that is fear and desperation and a dozen different types of longing that, for reasons Castiel still doesn’t understand, Dean has never acted on.

Dean tells him it’s not that bad, that he just needs time, but no one is a good enough liar to make that one believable. Even if Dean were, it wouldn’t matter. Castiel knows exactly what Dean’s denial looks like.

He knows exactly how this is going to go, too, in spite of Dean’s protestations. He can feel the rot radiating out from the wound, spreading through his chest, crawling down his arms and numbing his legs. Time moves on, and the last thing it’s going to do is heal him.

Castiel gathers the last shreds of strength left to him and takes a deep breath. These will be his last words, and he wants to make sure they’re good ones.

He knows it’s cowardly to tell the Winchesters how he feels only now, when he knows it won’t cost him anything, when he won’t have to deal with the fallout. I love you feels strange and unfamiliar in his mouth, but he doesn’t regret not saying it sooner. The words scare them all, especially Dean. He can see it in the way Dean can’t meet his eyes when he says it. He recognizes it for the rejection it is, and some small part of him is glad he won’t have to live with that.

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anonymous asked:

can I request todoroki and bakugous reaction when their s/o brings home a stray puppy they found on the streets and wanting to keep the puppy??

These idea is precious. I love this so much. All I can think of is you bringing home a puppy that looks just like the boy. [Admin Denki]

Todoroki Shouto

“What are you doing?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his book as you tip-toed into your apartment.

“Uhh.  .  . nothing.” You murmured, keeping your back turned to Todoroki as you hunched over.

“Are you alright?” Todoroki rose a brow, not familiar with seeing you like that before.

“Oh, I’m completely-”

“Arff!” Both you and Todoroki froze as the sound of panting filled the room.

“You’re hiding a dog in your jacket, aren’t you?” Todoroki set his book down, uncrossing his legs.

“Maybe.  .  .” You muttered, sitting in the entranceway. A small, fluffy puppy jumped out of your arms, circling the room.

“Why? Why would you bring a stray dog home? And a puppy? They’re a lot of responsibility.” Todoroki lectured you like a mother.

“I know that.” You grumbled. “It’s just.  .  . she reminded me of you.” You said, letting the black puppy crawl into your lap.

“How? I don’t have black hair.” Todoroki said in confusion. You picked the puppy up, sitting on the couch next to Todoroki and placing the puppy on his lap. The puppy put his paws on Todoroki’s chest, licking his cheeks. The puppy had one brown eye and one blue eye.

“Oh.” Todoroki mumbled, petting the puppy’s head. She wagged her tail, turning around in a circle before hopping off and running around the living room again.

“What do you think? Can we keep her?” You asked.

“We’ll go to the vet tomorrow. If she’s not chipped.  .  . I guess we can shelter her.” Todoroki decided, surprised when you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed.

Bakugou Katsuki

“Get rid of it.” Bakugou glared at the dog and the dog glared back.

“Stop being a buzz kill. Look how cute he is.” You picked up the dense puppy. He was built like a baby tree trunk, having a stocky body and legs.

“He’s fucking ugly. I don’t want a dog. It’ll shit everywhere.” Bakugou scrunched up his nose. The honest reason was that he did not want competition for your attention. A clingy dog meant less sex or less time together. He glared at the dog, who barked back.

“I don’t get it. You two are so much like each other. Jealous, angry, humping my leg.” You smirked at the last part.

“He fucking humps your leg?!” Bakugou yelled.

“C’mon, he’s a dog. As soon as we get him.  .  . fixed.” You whispered the last word.

“I don’t want the puppy. Just bring him to the pound or something.” Bakugou shrugged.

“You monster!” You shouted, dramatically. “We’re keeping him.” You crossed your arms, marching off. “Now, I’m going to the pet store to get food, so behave! He better be here when I come back!” You shouted, slamming the front door. Bakugou and the dog bared their teeth.

“Asshole. He’s just a puppy. I don’t get why he’s being such a.  .  . a.  .  . a Bakugou.” You grumbled, carrying a big bag of dog food in your arms. You walked back into the apartment, but stopped in the doorway. Bakugou was curled up on the couch, the puppy sleeping underneath Bakugou’s arm. The dog snored, curling into Bakugou’s body.

“If you say a word,” Bakugou murmured, eyes closed. “-I will murder you.  .  . figuratively.” He corrected yourself. You put your hand over your mouth, having to keep yourself from squealing.

X-Men Preference - Spin the Bottle

X-Men Preference – Spin the Bottle

You couldn’t believe you’d been talked into a game of ‘spin the bottle’. You felt somewhat childish as you sat in a circle of various potentials, losing the ‘nose game’ which decided who had to go first spinning the bottle. Nervously, you spun the bottle that was placed in the middle of the circle, watching as it went around quickly until it finally slowed and landed on…

ALEX SUMMERS

Alex. He didn’t even know how he’d been convinced to sit in on this ridiculous game. A bunch of “ooooo”’s echoed in the room, Scott giving his brother an encouraging thumbs up as he knew full well that Alex had had a crush on you for a really long time. Alex rolled his eyes, attempting to seem as if he wasn’t nervous but in reality, everyone could see the blush that had appeared on his cheeks.

He looked up from the bottle, meeting your nervous gaze and you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a small smile.

“Fuck it,” Alex muttered, sitting on his knees and leaning across the circle until his lips met yours.

For most players that went first in Spin the Bottle, they’d give a quick kiss to the person that the bottle landed on. However, for you and Alex, both of you were more than a little eager as one of his hands reached up to cup your cheek and he used the other to lean on. Your lips moved desperately against one another’s, both of you having waited for this moment for far too long.

“Um, guys,” Scott said, clearing his throat as everyone around you were sitting with smirks on their faces, “you’re welcome to take this elsewhere but other people want to have a turn.”

You and Alex pulled away, both of you blushing furiously and Alex not being able to take his eyes off of you. He’d been wanting to do that since the moment he met you and despite the audience, kissing you for the first time was better than he could have imagined.

“That sounds like a really good idea, actually,” he agreed, getting to his feet and then helping you onto yours. You buried your head into Alex’s shoulder as he led the two of you away from the group, Peter wolf whistling while you made your escape.

CHARLES XAVIER

Charles. Charles had thought he’d safely got out of playing the game, standing next to Erik as the two of them were more watchers of the games than participants. He glowered at Raven who had been the one to leave a gap in the group so if the bottle landed in the gap it would be directed at Charles and he rarely prodded into Raven’s mind but this was different.

‘I hate you,’ he thought to her and she looked at him with a smirk, you sitting in utter confusion because you weren’t sure if your spin counted.

“Go on, (Y/N),” Raven just about yelled, “give Charles a good ol’ kiss!”

Erik snorted, pushing Charles towards you as you got onto your feet. Even Hank, who thought the game was stupid, was grinning quite widely.

“I mean, (Y/N), if this makes you uncomfor-,” Charles began saying nervously, only to be cut off as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. It might have been the alcohol you’d been drinking earlier that made you so confident, but you felt like you deserved to finally kiss the man you’d been in love with so long.

Charles stood in shock for a moment but kissed you back enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around your waist and then pulling you closer to him. Both of you smiled into the kiss, Raven and Hank high fiving because it was about damn time.

“You know, for a telepath, Charles, I thought you would’ve realised (Y/N) liked you,” Erik mused, you and Charles pulling away but your arms remaining around each other.

“Is there a button that’ll just make you go away?” Charles said, causing Raven to roll her eyes.

“It’s called getting a room, you crazy kids.”

ERIK LEHNSHERR

Erik. He swore he’d just been passing through and not participating in this game at all. He’d made it clear that he wasn’t to be included and yet the bottle had somehow ‘landed’ on him and now he was staring at you with his mouth slightly open and a red face.

“We should spin it again, Erik said he wasn’-,” Hank began but Erik began shushing him.

“I don’t mind doing it just this once, Hank. It did land on me,” Erik nearly tripped over his feet trying to get to you and you, rather confused, got onto your feet.

“Weren’t you just passing through?” you asked him, Erik shaking his head as the others smirked.

“Change of heart?”

“You’re an idiot,” you said before standing on your tippy-toes and kissing him gently. To your surprise, when you went to pull away, Erik pulled you closer to him and kissed you again. Everything seemed to feel right but the nerves began to fill Erik and he stepped away, his face a rather bright red.

“I can’t believe he finally did it.” Raven said loudly and Erik mumbled ‘sorry’ before dashing out of the room.

“I think that means he likes you?” Alex laughed and you childishly stuck out your tongue before going after the embarrassed mutant.

HANK MCCOY

Hank. The scientist’s heart seemed to get caught in his throat as you smiled encouragingly at you. Leaning across the circle, you gently grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards you, kissing him quickly on the lips before going to move back to your spot. To your amazement, as you went to sit back, he took you by the collar and pulled you towards him and kissed you with just a bit more confidence and a bit more passion. You sighed into the kiss, your lips moving slowly together and Alex started slow clapping.

“And the beast finally gets the girl. What a moment!”

You and Hank pulled away, a giggle escaping your lips as Hank promptly gave Alex the middle finger.

KURT WAGNER

Kurt. He didn’t have much experience with girls and when the bottle landed on him, he considered shifting into the other room to avoid this. Everyone knew about his crush on you and to share his first kiss with you, in front of everyone, was extremely nerve-racking.

“Is this okay?” you asked him quietly, your face inches away from his and he gulped.

“Er – yes, very okay!”

He briefly looked around at everyone who was grinning encouragingly until suddenly, your lips were on his. Kurt felt like fainting, your lips much softer than he’d ever imagined and he cupped your face as he kissed you rather lovingly.

He was disappointed when you pulled away, you kissing his nose before turning back to the waiting group.

“What cuties,” Jean winked, “does this mean you’ll finally admit you like Kurt, (Y/N)?”

PETER MAXIMOFF

Peter. He had to do a double take when he realised that the bottle had landed on him and he thanked whatever God there was for having the bottle land on him. Peter wasn’t exactly good at hiding his feelings, his excitement written all over his face.

“Whoa,” you giggled when he was suddenly in front of you.

“Hi,” Peter grinned and then he kissed you. You almost forgot to kiss back in shock, feeling equally excited that you’d gotten the opportunity to kiss the silver headed boy that you’d had a crush on for ages. You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him back and Peter was almost buzzing in happiness.

“Hey lovebirds!” Scott yelled, “there are other people here, y’know.”

Peter leaned away, ignoring Scott, “wanna get out of here?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

And then suddenly you were in the other room, not having time to recover from the quick movements as the two of you began to kiss once more.

SCOTT SUMMERS

Scott. His heart raced as his eyes met with yours, him giving a small smile as he tried to pretend that he wasn’t shitting himself in terror that he was going to make a fool of himself.

‘Just act cool, just act cool,’ Scott repeated in his head as the two of you began to lean over, ignoring the encouraging wolf whistles and comments. Everyone had been waiting for one of you to admit to each other that you liked one another but it seemed like it wouldn’t happen.

Your lips met halfway and you absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, getting caught up in the moment as the two of you kissed eagerly. Both of you wanted to kiss just a little longer but you became very conscious of the watching eyes. Pulling away, Scott felt like he was no longer in control of what he said next.

“Man, I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” he said, the smile on his face falling when he realised what he said and he quickly retreated back into the circle as you blushed furiously.

‘Me too,’ you mouthed to him before giving an amusing wink.

I made a tiny friend today 😁🐝

KAI PARKER X READER

DESIRE

gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)

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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.

His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.

He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”

“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.

“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.

Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”

“He can help you.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.

“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.

She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.

“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.

“Hey, princess.”

Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.

“Kai,” she growled.

“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”

“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.

“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.

She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.

“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.

“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.

“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.

Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.

His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.

“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.

“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”

“Oh,” she said with disbelief.

He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”

Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.

“Light it,” he commanded.

She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.

“Going to mock me?” she hissed.

“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.

She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”

Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.

“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.

Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”

So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.

“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”

She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-

“Impressive,” he smiled.

A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.

She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”

“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.

“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.

“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”

Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.

“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.

“Desire,” he finished.

He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.