caged head


Ay look at me reading to far into a book again. Either @vaveyard is a genius putting little hopeful messages into her books first two words or she’s still a genius and I’m reading too far into this at 1am. Anyway the point of this post: these are the first pages of Red Queen, Glass Sword, and King’s Cage respectively. The first two words of RQ are “I hate”, and a powerful message through tall these books is the prejudice and privilege of the Silvers over Reds, who hate each other. Sound familiar?
The next is the first two words of GS “I flinch”, as in fear. There is fear on both sides of this book, Reds of how the Silvers may oppress or hurt them, the Silvers on how the Reds may fight back and change tradition that gives them severe advantages. Again, sound familiar? These are all too similar to modern times, and well…everything that is going on, from police brutality to “alternative facts” which all add to issues like racism, sexism, anti Semitism, homophobia, xenophobia, islamophobia, etc., and Ms. Aveyard has done a great job showing these same issues in a totally different world, and the fear and hate that create and add to them. Which is why I probably read too much into this and the beginning of KC.
Because the first two words of KC are “I rise”, which is what we all need to do now. Whether through speaking up and calling local politicians, or going to the woman’s March, pride marches, BLM marches, the science March, anything that shows we won’t give in and that we will continue to fight and have our voices heard. So if this was intentional, I applaud you Ms. Aveyard, and if it wasn’t I don’t care, because this was a message I needed for myself right now, and I’m sure many others do to. So listen to this, random tumblr, and instead of giving in to fear and hate, rise up. Rise up! You don’t need to be the Scarlet Guard or Mare Barrow, every rebellion and cause needs Kilorns and supporters who are not always spotlighted. You are important to these causes too. You are what drives them forward and makes them noticeable. Keep fighting!

Chat’s Heart Gets Stung!

Hey @edendaphne  so I did the thing…

Here is the artwork of Eden’s that inspired this.

I have no idea what I just created…

Marinette had a strange fear revolving around bugs, particularly scorpions (bug family or not Marinette considered them a bug and she was absolutely terrified of them). Needless to say Marinette was more than a little on edge when a guest speaker came to her class with containers and containers of bugs, including scorpions. While most girls were squealing over the various spiders and tarantulas Marinette eyed the scorpion’s cage warily. She wiped sweaty palms against her jeans and swallowed hard. Her heart drummed in her chest and her breathing felt much too shallow.

“Girl chill out it’s in a cage!” Alya shook her head.

“It could still get out!” Marinette pointed out.

“We’re almost legal adults and you’re telling me you still have a phobia of scorpions?” Alya shook her head incredulously.

“You’re still afraid of swing sets!” Marinette shot back.

“Hey those things are a deathtrap!!!” Alya snapped. Marinette raised an eyebrow at Alya’s outburst. Alya took a deep calming breath. “Okay you’re right but don’t you think it’s about time we faced our fears? Maybe today is the day we leave these silly phobias behind…” Alya urged Marinette towards the table of critters. Marinette’s chest tightened. She shook her head violently, flipping around in Alya’s arms and looking up at her pleadingly.

“Today is not that day!” Marinette pushed Alya away from the table, a lump already forming in Marinette’s throat. Alya sighed in resignation, patting her friend comfortingly on the back. Adrien noticed the girl in distress and began to move away from the table to see what was wrong. All the while Lila sat by and watched. She sent a loathsome look towards Marinette. Lila looked towards the table, smiling cruelly as she discreetly knocked one of the containers to the ground releasing its contents unknowingly into the classroom.

“Hey Marinette is everything okay?” Adrien asked. He knit his brows together as he looked on the frightened girl. Marinette squeaked, nearly jumping into the air at the sound of his voice. She turned to him pulling at one of her pigtails as she did so, cheeks pink.

“I’m fine! I just I- um- I- uh- bugs um they uh- the scorpions they- I uh-“ Marinette fumbled for words running her fingers nervously through one of her pigtails. A smile pulled at the edges of Adrien’s lips.

“Not a fan of scorpions?” Marinette nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “Want to know something? I’m afraid of spiders,” Adrien admitted.

“Y-you are?!” Marinette’s eyebrows shot up into her bangs.

“Yeah, they really freak me out.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“They do kill 6.6 people every year!” Marinette blurted. Adrien chuckled.

“So they kill six people and a half person?” Adrien smirked tilting his head to the side.

“Well technically it would by 60% of a person,” Marinette babbled, face growing red. She couldn’t believe she was saying this. To her relief Adrien laughed.

“Somehow I think we are getting this statistic wrong,” Adrien said.

“We probably-“ before Marinette could finish the thought Lila let out a sharp scream. Everyone turned towards her in alarm. Her eyes were blown wide as she pointed a shaky hand towards Marinette.

“Scorpion!!” she shouted. Marinette’s heart beat sped out of control. Her mouth went dry as her head slowly shifted down to see a small black scorpion resting on her foot. Marinette screamed as panic swept over her. Her body jerked backwards in an attempt to shake the scorpion from her. She stumbled backwards throat raw from the inhumanly high pitched noise emanating from her. She fell back onto the ground scorpion landing on her stomach. Her chest felt tight her breathing shallow and erratic. Perspiration lined her forehead. She could hear her pulse pounding haphazardly in her ears.

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friendly reminder that evangeline’s closet consists of metal sheets and not too many actual clothes. imagine being her bff wanting to borrow some clothes behind her back and you opened her wardrobe only to find layers upon layers of metals.

“gdi evie I can’t wear any of this. what am I supposed to do with a sheet of aluminium? why are you always so difficult?!”

Golden (M)

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Choking, mild ass play, kinda rough, SMUT

Word Count: 2,431

Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be lazy days where you do nothing or everything or whatever you want. But when you’re an “adult” it doesn’t always work out that way, and Yoongi seems more bummed than you are about it.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

~For my precious Admin Desire~

Warm sun hit your face as you stirred awake, the soft sheets wrapped around your frame as you turned away from the light. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find another pair staring back at you. The warm feline like eyes caused you to smile, a rush of warmth filling your body as he smiled back at you.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. His smiled widened to your favourite gummy smile as he spoke, and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you to tug you closer to his body, “happy birthday baby, do you really have to go to work? Just say home with me.”

You laughed at his antics, burying your face in his chest and savouring the warmth and familiar scent before you had to get ready for another day of work. You had tried to get today off, knowing how much of a big deal Yoongi makes it even though you insist on doing nothing, but he liked to spoil you and your birthday gave him every excuse he needed to do so. Seeing as how your birthday was so close to Christmas you were unable to get the day off, due to the busyness of the store. Yoongi was unhappy but he had told you that he’d make it up to you tenfold when the busy season was over.

Moving back, you watched as the rays of sun streaked onto his freshly dyed black hair, your favourite colour on him by far. You still loved the crazy colours he came home with, but there was something about black that made your heart flutter. It was possibly the fact that it’s his natural colour, and seeing it on him made him seem more like your Yoongi, more him than the idol he has to be outside of your home.

Threading a hand through his soft locks, you watched him bask in the warmth of the sun and the soft touches of you hand, letting his eyes close with a content smile now playing on his plump lips.

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Are You Finished?

Author: an-obrienhoe
Pairing: Non-famous Dylan O'Brien/Reader
Disclaimer: This is my first smut/imagination I’ve ever written. My grammar is complete shit, but I’m working on it. Be prepared to cringe. You have been warned. Also, this may me kind of hard to follow and I’m sorry for that :( I’m not 100% confident in this but I’m 100% confident that I will get better at this the more I write! Please just stick with me through this process :))

Warnings: smutty smut, swearing

Originally posted by hothothotgg

There he was, in all his glory. He was leaning against the wall talking to someone I couldn’t care less about. All I cared about was him and how hot he looked. Black t-shirt clinging to his body in all the right places. Khaki pants hanging deliciously low on his hips. That stupid Mets hat he had worn every other time I’d seen him. Dylan was hot and he knew it. Him and all his hotness was all I’ve been able to think about since we’ve met.

“God you’re so hot.” He breathed against my lips. His hands were gripping tightly at my hips, keeping me flush against him and the wall. A moan rumbled in his chest when I pulled at the roots of his hair.

“Dylan. My names Dylan.” But I already knew that. His words were rushed, our intense kissing causing a lack of breath. I struggled to tell him my name as his lips traveled across my jawline and down my neck. His hands were rough against my smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he bunched my tight, red dress around my hips.

“Are we really going to do this here?” I asked, the realization that we were in a hallway secluded from the party but anyone who came down here would be able to tell what’s happening.

“How about we take it to my place?” This sounded like a much better idea. I nodded my head and pulled my dress back down as he lead me out the hallway to the front of the house. We were so close to the door, so close to taking this ‘party’ somewhere else whenever Dylan’s name was called. He turned around to meet a tan boy with brown hair. God damn, all the fine men are bred in this town. They conversed for a few minutes before Dylan turned to me with a mad expression on his face.

“Sorry princess, but I have to leave…” I couldn’t focus on his reason as to why he had to leave because the ache between my thighs was so prominent. I was snapped back to reality whenever his phone was put into my vision. A contact with my name, him waiting for me to put my digits in. I took the phone and put the numbers in before saving the contact.

“I’ll call you soon so we can finish what was started.” He gave me a quick, but hot kiss on my lips before he walked out the front door with the boy from earlier.

That was on of the many times Dylan and I had crossed paths, but for some reason  we never got to finish what was started. Each time he promised to call or text whenever he was free to do something, but that never happened. I was pissed he never lived up to his promises because he was a sex god and looked like he’d be so good in bed, but I would never reach out to him because I don’t want to come off as desperate as I probably am.

I stood at the alcohol table with my back faced the majority of the crowd, mixing a drink that I’ll probably regret later. My plan wasn’t to get drunk, but who knows what the night has in store? 

Hands roamed along my backside and forward to wrap around my torso, a head resting on my shoulder. I knew it was him because of the way my body reacted to his touch. Where his hands were and had been left a burning sensation, an ache forming between my legs.

“Hey princess.” He whispered in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. Goosebumps arose all over my skin as he lightly grazed his lips along my neck and collarbone. I remained silent and tried to not relax into his body. I was not going to get lured into his trap just for him to have to leave again.

I slipped away from his grip and walked toward the kitchen to find some ice for this room temp drink, but mostly to get away from him. He was more intoxicating then any drink I could ever make. Just being in his presence made my mind go foggy and my body buzz.

He appeared back into my line of vision whenever I turned away from the freezer. His eyes were burning holes into me as he stared at me, but I wouldn’t look up to meet his gaze. His footsteps could barely be heard over the music as he sauntered towards me. A hand gripped my chin and tilted it forward so our eyes would meet. He studied my face for a few moments before he finally spoke. “Is there a reason you're ignoring me?” I just looked at him blankly for a few seconds before answering.

“Yes.” He looked a little taken back by my response. His hand left my chin as it ran through his hair. “And why would that be sweetheart?” He was such an ass and so cocky, but it was turning me on so much.

“Well where do I start Dylan?” I rambled on and on about why I was ignoring him. The whole time he just stood there, that sexy smirk plastered on his face. After I was out of breath from the rant I just went on, I leaned against the counter opposite from him.

Dylan tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue across his teeth before his sexy smirk was plastered on his face for the umpteenth time tonight.His eyes raked over my body before he spoke.

“Are you finished?”

His words shocked me. Did I really just say all that shit just for him to ask me if I was finished? Now I was livid. “Yes.” I said through my gritted teeth. Dylan pushed himself off the counter and within two long strides he was in front of me with his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth as his eyes bored into mine. His eyes then trained on my lip before his hand came down and his thumb swiped across it to release it from my teeth.

“How about we finish what should’ve been finished awhile ago?” He whispered seductively, his lips going to work on my neck again as one of his hands snuck around my body to squeeze my butt. I shook my head yes, afraid that my voice would betray me because of how good it felt to have his hands on me again. He removed his hands from my body and laced his fingers with mine as he walked towards the front doors of the house.

We didn’t say anything as we made the journey to his car. The tension was palpable, but we both stayed quiet. Whenever we reached his car, he opened the passenger door then walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the seat.

The car roared to life and he pulled out of his spot and started driving down the street. One of his hands had a tight grip on my thigh while the other’s knuckles were turning white because of how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, The hand on my thigh was massaging the skin gently, slowly moving towards my core.

The car came to a halt as the traffic light turned red. Dylan turned to face me, his hand finally coming in direct contact with my heat. “No panties?” The expression he wore on his face was a mix between shock and lust. “No panties.” I stated and bit my lip. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

The car accelerated again as the light turned green. With a newfound feeling of confidence, I placed my hand on his growing bulge and began to palm him through his khakis. For a second his eyes closed and his head tilted back in pleasure. “Better pay attention to the road, baby.” I whispered as seductively as I could while I kissed along his jaw. “Fuck.” His response made me smirk and just encouraged me to continue.

His hand that was on my thigh left and joined the other one in gripping the steering wheel. I continued to palm him through his pants until he gripped my wrist and yanked my hand away from him. “If you don’t stop I will cum in my pants.” I sank back into my seat in triumph.

Luckily we pulled into the driveway of his house, I’m assuming, a few seconds later. He hopped out the car and came to my side of the car to open the door for me. When I got out of the car, I was pushed up against it and was trapped between it and Dylan’s body flush against mine. “I haven’t kissed you yet.” It sounded more like a statement to himself, but he said it loud enough for me to her. His lips molded into mine while my hands tangled into his hair, pulling at the roots. A moan virbrated through his chest but was silenced by my lips on his.

“Dylan, take me inside please.”

His grip on my waist was released before he took my hand in his and lead me inside. The house was dark, but Dylan had no problem navigating to his desired destination. He ushered me into a room; the walls were decorated with a few picture frames and posters, the bed not made.

“I’ll take my time with you later, but ,” he took a step toward me and I took one back. “Right now,” he took another step towards me and my back hit the door, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” His lips came down onto mine as his hands went to work on ridding me of my dress and, leaving me in my heels and bra. He took a step back and let his eyes rake over my body, suddenly making me feel self conscious. 

He bent down in front of me and took off my heels. I was now almost completely naked and he still had all of his clothes on, expect his shoes that were taken off by the front door. “You’re wearing too much.” My voice was raspy for some unknown reason, but it made me sound like I have more confidence than I actually do.

“Mhm, you’re right baby girl. Mind helping me fix that?” His voice was so hot, so sexy; he was so hot and so sexy. My hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his body. I dropped to my knees in front of him, a moan coming from Dylan at the sight. I popped the button of his jeans, puling both his pants and boxers down slowly. My hands massaged up his legs gently and a little too slowly for his taste as he groaned impatiently above me.

My hand stroked his member a few times before my tongue licked a stripe along his vein from base to tip. His hands tangled in my hair, gently guiding my mouth on his member. The sounds coming from him encouraged me to take more of him in my mouth, his tip touching the back of my throat. My nose was buried in the dark hair at the base whenever he removed my mouth off of him and pulled me to a standing position. He was breathless, face and neck flushed, and there was a slight sweat on his temples and chest.

He gripped the back of my thighs and mumbled for me to jump as his lips went to work on my collarbone. I complied and was soon dropped onto the bed, my hair splaying in all different directions. He starred at me for a few moments before he went digging in the pocket of his pants that were lying on the floor. After a few seconds he took out a foil packet and set it down on the nightstand next to the bed.

His eyes met mine as his hands trailed up my body. Hands were rough against my smooth back as he went to work on the clasp of my bra before sliding the straps down my arms and throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room. He showed attention to both my breast attention; the left one with his large hand and the right with his lips attached to the pink bud. The pleasure elicited a moan from me and made my back arch up towards the ceiling and into his touch.

“As much as I enjoy this,” I wriggled out from beneath him and grabbed the condom from the night stand and Dylan sat up on his knees, “I really need you to fuck me.” I pushed the foil packet into his chest and I swear I could hear his breath hitch at my words.

“Yo- you can’t just say st-stuff like that and expect me to no- not cum right then and there.” he stumbled over his words as he tore the foil packet open and slid the condom down his member. Anticipation coursed through my veins as Dylan slotted himself between my thighs and lifted my leg up to rest on his chest.

“Are you ready?” The cockiness that usually filled his demeanor was now replaced with sincerity. I met his gaze and shook my head, waiting for him to slide into me.

A moan sounded from both of us as he slid his length into me entirely and stilled so I could adjust his size. After a couple of moments I opened my eyes and nodded from him to move. He slid out of my entirely and rammed back in, automatically setting a fast and hard rhythm.

My head rolled back into the pillows from the pleasure that was coursing through my body and bringing me closer to the edge. “Open your eyes for me, baby girl.” Dylan grunted from above me and I slowly picked my head up to open my eyes for him. Whenever our eyes met his hips bucked into mine so hard I’m sure they will bruise. “Fuck you’re so sexy. I’m-oh fuck- close baby.” I nodded my head in agreement, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly.

As soon as his thumb made contact with my clit, my orgasm washed over my like a tidal wave and I screamed his name. The shouting of his name and clenching around him was all it took for my name to leave Dylan’s mouth and him to release into the condom.

His thrust got sloppy as we both rode out our highs. He pulled out of me and exited the room for a minute before coming back in a fresh pair of boxers and plopping down on the bed next to me. I got up and was almost out of the bed, expecting to just get dressed and leave, whenever grabbed my wrist and his amber eyes meet mine, confusion etched all over his face. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to get dressed and leave. I figured you wanted this to just be a one time thing.” Dylan let go of my wrist and sat up to come face-to-face with me. “What? Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. I guess because you never called or anythin-”

“Oh baby,” he cupped my face and pulled me in closer to him, “I was scared. You’re Y/N. Sweet, smart, and unbelievably sexy, and everyone in this town knows it. I would get a surge of confidence for a few minutes then it would go away and I would talk myself down. I didn’t think you would want to hookup with me.” He mumbled the last part and broke our gaze. I know who Dylan is and he obviously knew who I was, but we weren’t in the same crowd. I giggled at the thought of both of us reading the situation completely wrong. His head snapped up at the sound of my laugh and he opened is mouth to question what was so funny, but I cut him off by placing my lips on his. This kiss wasn’t like the ones we’d shared earlier; this one was slow and passionate.

He broke away from the kiss, both of us breathless. “So, you’ll stay?” I giggled again and pressed my lips to his. “I would love to.”


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The Neighbors (9/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , semi smut

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 9: How to (attempt to) Save a Life

“Y/n- do you know-”

“Steve, either shut up or go in the hall,” you bark at him. He stays silent, watching as you start on Bucky.

You start cleaning the large gash on his thigh. He yelps out at the sting, so Steve steps up to distract him. He starts rattling off memories of them from the 40’s and it seems to work. You numb around the area and begin stitching his thigh, being as gentle as possible. It takes you about 15 minutes to get it closed, then you tape a bandage over it.

“This will have to do until you can get him to the towers infirmary Steve. Call Tony now and have him send transportation over.” He does as you say, leaving the room to make the call. You start assessing the damage the glass caused. There’s a range of small and large shards decorating his arm. You sigh, then start slowly pulling the pieces out with the forceps.

“You know Doll, you’re even hotter when you’re at work.” Bucky’s voice startles you, but you laugh.

“Barnes, you’re not hitting on your best friend’s girl, are you?” You ask as you keep extracting glass from him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath, then release it shakily.

“I’m hitting on the nurse that is saving me, instead of her douche canoe Boss.” You snort. You feel bad that he must of heard what was said in the hall.

“I’ll always save you Buck, don’t ever doubt it.” He winces again as you pull out one of the larger pieces, blood starts trickling out of the wound. You press gauze over  it.

“You’re probably going to have some scars, Buck. But chicks dig scars,” you say, trying to pull his mind away from the pain.

“Trust me doll, I know.” He winks at you, pulling a giggle from you. As you pull out your fifth piece of glass, Steve re-enters the room. You replace the blood soaked gauze with a fresh one and begin going after some of the smaller pieces.

“Alright, Stark said 15 minutes. You think he’ll hold over until then, Doll?” Steve asks as he pulls a chair next to the bed.

You nod, keeping your focus on the stubborn piece you picking at. Steve starts up with the memories again, getting Bucky to join in. You wish you could listen to their stories, but you can’t risk losing concentration on his arm.

When Bucky’s ride shows up, there’s only four small shards, and two large left. You managed to get the other 80% out, littering his arm in stitches and gauze covers. As they wheel him out of the room, you follow behind Steve.

“Are you coming with?” Steve asks.

“I’ll meet you there, I have to take care of something first.” Oh I’ll meet you there honey, after I destroy my dickhead boss. You send him a grin, but he sees right through it.

“Y/n, don’t do anything stupid. Do I need to stay?” You see the lines appear in his forehead, adding to his disapproving expression. You roll your eyes.

“No, Dad. I can take care of this myself. Just make sure Bucky gets there okay? I’ll see you soon.” You peck his cheek, then send him out the door. You watch as they load your soldiers into the back of the ambulance Stark sent. As soon as they were out of sight, you storm to the nurses station, paging Dr. Johnson. All the nurses have nervous or terrified looks spread over their faces. It’s not their faults. Just his.

“Listen guys, none of you are at fault here. This wasn’t an easy situation, but I don’t blame you for wanting to obey orders. Just know, I enjoyed working with all of you.” You send them a sweet smile, but as the Doctor approaches it turns into a full scowl. You march yourself up to him.

“Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you get to play God? Deciding who gets to live or who you watch die?” You yell.

“He is a mur-”

Originally posted by lifeisabutterflynonetitscaptor

“No, he is not a murderer, you asshole. He was forced, he was a slave to people that made him do those horrible things. How dare you take his life into your own hands and throw it away. He fought for this damn country, he fights to save the world now! How do you think he received all those injuries, Doctor? Because it wasn’t from running through a field of fucking Daisies, it was from stopping the people that want to ruin this damn world.” You feel all eyes on you, nurses, hell maybe even some patients. Johnson stays silent but holds his glare on you.

“You are a sorry excuse for a doctor, and an even sorrier excuse for a human. I refuse to work with someone as indecent as you. I quit. And your superiors will be hearing about this, so please, kindly go fuck yourself Dr. Johnson.” You turn away, waving goodbye to the nurses as you leave. Well, this is going to bite me in the ass later. But fuck it.

Time Skip, the next day

  You spent most of the night at the tower by Bucky’s side with Steve. The doctor, Helen, told you that you did a pretty good job on him from what she could tell. She was totally on board with helping get Johnson’s license revoked, but Tony beat you both to it. As soon as the boys arrived at the tower, Steve informed him what happened and Tony had already made the phone call. Thank God for Tony Stark.

    You finally step off the elevator with the boys following. Thanks to the serum, Bucky was healing quite a bit faster than a normal person, but he still wasn’t close to being 100%. He gives you a thank you kiss on the cheek, then makes his way to their apartment.  You and Steve stand in front of your door, just looking at each other.

“You going to tell me what happened when I left the hospital?” he asks.

“I just had a few choice words with the Doctor, then quit. No biggie.” You shrug him off, opening the door to your home.

“Yeah, I heard.” You whip around to face him.

“What do you mean you heard?”

“When Tony made his phone calls he was informed you quit. Which is why he spoke to Helen and arranged for you to work at the tower in the infirmary.” I’m sorry, what ?  

Your mouth is hanging out, eyes wide. “Did you - did you just say I’m working at the tower?” you stutter out, still in shock.

He chuckles, moving closer to you, winding his arms around your waist.

“Well, you can’t be jobless, sweetheart. Tony appears to have a soft spot for you.”  Well, I’ll be damned. I’ll have to call Tony later.  

You leap up, hugging Steve tightly. He laughs, holding you to him.

“Steve this is great! But are you sure you’re-”

“Yes, I’m  okay with this Y/n. It’ll be the best of both worlds. I really can’t seem to get enough of you, Doll.” His voice is deeper, sending a wave of chills through you.

“Oh really, Captain?” You purr, trailing your hands over his chest. He tilts your face up to his, then leans down pressing his warm, soft lips to yours. You move your hands, running them through his hair, pulling him right against you. You bite as his bottom lip, as he parts his lips to groan you slip your tongue passed his lips.

You tangle your tongue with his, as he starts leading you backwards. The back of your knees hit something, and you find yourself on your couch.

“I thought you were leading me to the bedroom, Rogers. A little impatient much?” You tease as he moves to hover over you. You’re caged under his body, head between his arms.

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.” He dives right back into it, slotting his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. You feel his hips beginning to move against yours, making you even more wet for him. You break the kiss for air, but Steve goes right for your neck, biting hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have marks. He soothes them over with his tongue, beginning to create hickeys as he sucks. He finally lets off your neck, instead ripping your shirt clean off your body.

“Steve! That was my favorite scrub top!” you gasp. He ignores you, slipping his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulls it down your arms, then flings it behind him. Right as he goes to take your hard nipple into his mouth, you hear someone clear their throat.

 Steve immediately throws his body over yours, covering your chest but also smashing you under his weight.

You wiggle your head, and as soon as you see your guest, you both burst into laughter.  Sam is standing in your doorway with your bra in his hands.

“Barnes is driving me insane. I just wanted to come here and hide out. But instead I’m welcomed with a bra to the face. You two are animals, lock the damn door!” He stomps away, and you hear their apartment door open and slam shut.

Originally posted by aprilkeepner

 "Did Sam just take my bra…?“

Steve leans his head down against your chest, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, I think he did.”  A giggle bubbles through you. You pull Steve’s face back to yours, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, Captain, where were we?” You whisper.

He immediately pulls your nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. A gasp falls from you as he does the same to the other one. He kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants. From there, he sends you a mischievous grin.

“Steven Grant Rogers, don’t even thin-”

As if you didn’t even speak, Steve rips your pants, pulling the scraps off you. Damn it Steve. He pushes your legs apart, placing kisses against your covered center. You back arches as the contact, he slowly slides your panties off, again flinging them behind him. Except this time, you open your eyes and feel them go wide, as you watch your underwear bounce off Bucky’s face.

“OH MY GOD, DOES ANYONE KNOCK?” What are the fucking chances. Steve’s body is over yours within seconds, again. Bucky just leans in your doorway, dirty smirk playing on his lips while your soaked underwear is in his hands.

“I’m pretty sure I heard Sam tell you to lock the door…”

“Barnes, drop my underwear or so help me God, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life.” You threaten.

He drops your underwear but not the smirk. He sends you a wink, while Steve glares at him.

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“Is there a reason you’re here Buck, or just coming to watch?” You ask angrily.

“Is that an option?” He shoots back. Steve just shakes his head, probably regretting his choice in friends right about now. You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. “Doll, my bandages on my thigh are bleeding through. I was wondering if you could help me. Sam’s being a pansy.”

“I am not!” You hear Sam shout.

“Of course Buck, just…give me a minute to not be naked, okay?”

He nods, then leaves you and Steve. As the door shuts, Steve moves off you to sit on the floor. You stand up, going to your room and throwing on some boyshort underwear and your go-to sleep t-shirt, then grab Steve’s hand and haul him across the hall with you.

Time skip - 1 day before leaving for home with the boys.

As you sit in front of Wanda bandaging a few scrapes up from her recent mission, you tell her about Gloria’s wedding.

“So when do you leave for your hometown, Y/n?” She questions. You place the last bandage on, then pick up all the used gauze for disposal.

“Tomorrow actually!” you excitedly answer. She smiles brightly at you.

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“You better take pictures! I wanna see you and the boys dressed up! Oh, and the wedding dress!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll take plenty of pictures. I can’t wait for the next time Gloria’s out here, you and Nat would get along well with her!”  

She thanks you then heads out. When she leaves, you think about how your life has changed since starting to work at the tower with Helen. It’s been so unbelievably amazing. You’ve gotten closer with the other Avengers besides your boys. You’ve especially  been around Wanda and Nat a lot. So far you’ve went shopping three times with them and had a few movies nights. You love everything about this job, including getting to be near Steve while he’s at work. You get to see him in his Captain America uniform, and man, does that drive you crazy. You can’t even count how many times you’ve begged him to wear it home for you, but Captain Buzzkill refuses every time.

As you get ready to leave for home, Steve finds his way to you. When you see him walk in, you can’t help but smile.

“You ready for tomorrow, Steve?” You ask as you place the last of the files away.

“I can’t wait to finally meet your family. Bucky and Sam are thrilled too.”

“Of course they are, they’re going to be supplied with endless amounts of blackmail on me.”

  All he does is laugh and reaches for your hand to pull you to him. He leans in for a kiss, carding his fingers through your hair. You let out a moan against his lips at the feeling of his fingers slightly tugging. The kiss turns desperate and hot, and Steve picks you up and places you on counter behind  you.

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You lock your legs around his waist and fist his shirt as you deepen the kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips, causing your to grind yourself against his crotch. You feel the familiar heat spread through you, driving you crazy. You slip your hands under his shirt, and he lets you lift it off his body. He copies the action, dropping your top on to the floor with his. He moves himself lower on your body, pulling the cup of your bra down to suck on your nipple. Your knuckle are turning white from how hard your holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Steve please.” You whine and you start to squirm. He slips his hand under the top of your pants and under the line of your panties. He rubs his fingers over your wet slit, teasing you further.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear. Your back is painfully arching towards him as he plays with your clit between his fingers.

“Please, finger me, Captain.” He moans, finally pushing two fingers into your dripping entrance. He starts at a slow pace but soon starts thrusting his fingers at an animalistic pace. You try holding in the noises that are falling out of your mouth; after all, you’re still at work.

The way Steve’s had is angled against, his palm is brushing against your clit as his fingers slam into you.

“ I’m going to-”

“Do it doll, finish all over my hand.” His words throw your over, sending you spiraling through your orgasm. You slump against Steve and watch as he pulls his fingers out of you, slowly licking them clean of your orgasm. You groan at the sight. Everything that man does turns me on, that can’t be healthy. You pull him to you in a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You only pull away from him when the speakers sound.

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“Sanitize that counter Immediately, Rogers. And stop acting like horny teenagers, you have your own freaking room here idiot.” Tony’s voice blares over the intercom. Your cheeks turn dark red at being caught. You burry your face in your hands, causing Steve to chuckle. You hop off the counter, retrieving your shirts. Well, better to be caught here than when we stay at my parents house.  

Time Skip - Getting off the Plane

All four of you are making your way to the lobby of the airport. As you walk through the doorway, you look out into the sea of people waiting for others and your eyes go right to the giant sign towards the middle.

Bucky reads it outloud while he chuckles. “(Y/l) and her super hot friends.”  Damn it, who did Gloria get to pick us up? When the crowd starts dispersing, the owner of the sign is revealed. You see your sister, Marie, starting to dance awkwardly while she wiggles the sign in the air at you.

Oh fucking hell, here we go.

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British state school drama

At my school, on Year 13’s last day (context for non-Brits, this is the last year of secondary school before you go to uni or get a job or whatever), they have a costume parade. Everyone else is allowed out to lunch early and about halfway through the lunch break, the parade begins. Normally the leavers troll everyone too.

One year they handed out letters at the school gate saying that the next day (their parade day) would be non school uniform (because we wear uniforms in Britain), ‘signed’ The Leadership Team (that’s the headteacher, deputy head and assistant head). Most people realised it was a prank and the school put an urgent, all caps-lock message on the school website, but we got to take the piss out of the few kids who did show up in their own clothes.

One year they stuck pictures of Nicolas Cage’s head on all the fire exit signs on the little mans head, and just generally around the school. That was about three years ago and we still find random Nicolas Cage heads around the building.

The funniest year was four years ago. All the younger kids, including me and my friends at the time, were sat eating lunch. At our school we have an outdoor area, but with a canvas roof, called the Hub. The buildings for lessons branch off out of the Hub. These buildings are three storeys tall so there are balconies running all the way around the Hub. As everyone was peacefully eating their lunch, the Year 13 attacked us from the balconies with eggs. Some were rubber but some were real. One cracked on my friends head and she had egg in her hair for the rest of the day. The next wave of attack was flour. By this point, everyone was screaming and those lucky enough to have umbrellas with us were hiding (we’re not allowed into the lesson blocks at lunch so that wasn’t an option). It was absolute chaos and it went on for the whole of lunch (about an hour). Every time we thought it was over and we sat down to eat, another attack of flour and egg would be launched down from the balconies. The Year 13s weren’t allowed to do their parade as punishment that year.

There are also always people in the parade with water guns that fire at everyone watching, but that’s a tradition that we’d be surprised if they stopped.


Request:  Oh hello, I enjoy your works, and I was wandering if you could do a Namjoon x Hobi x Reader smut ^^;

A/n: i’m gonna be honest here, this was soooo hard to write… but look!! i made it!! anything for you tiny sweet JJ’s

p.s. …..never again ~ Kaitlin

Genre: Smut
Members: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon
Word Count: 3168


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jaebum texts

a little suggestive? (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

part 2

You’ve always been quiet around jaebum. Unlike the rest, his presence was strong and overwhelming. You could joke and laugh with the others but definitely not with him. It got even more awkward when he texted you those messages, and it seemed like jaebum saw through you. He knew you were only tensed in front of him, and he found it amusing.

You made your way to their house for dinner and movie night, like how you always did occasionally. But this time you felt different, and you blamed yourself for asking jaebum about his room. You weren’t trying to invade his privacy by asking him. Curiosity just got to you as the rest of the boys didn’t have the habit of locking their doors and forbidding people in. All you ever did was throw jaebum some questions and you thought he would reply casually, but instead, he sounded like a real flirt. You didn’t know how to face him when you got to their house, but you told yourself to act like how you usually do.

“You’re here!” bambam exclaimed as he opened the door and you gave him a warm smile. While walking in, your eyes were darting everywhere, in search for jaebum.

“Where’s jaebum?” you blurted out as a result of not seeing him anywhere.

“Funny enough, he took his 3 babies somewhere to live temporary,” yugyeom said as he stuffed a donut into his mouth.

“I wonder what’s he up to, he would never leave them alone,” jinyoung frowned.

You raised your brows and was confused as well. Jaebum loves his cats and he would always have them in his room, and without a day would he not play with them. You brushed any more of your thoughts on jaebum aside and focused on the boys. Jackson and jinyoung were making dinner while the rest of you played silly games that resulted in a lot of laughters. In the midst of playing, you heard someone unlocked the main door. Jaebum walked in and his eyes met yours instantly, and a smirk formed on his face. You felt a rise in temperature around your neck and you couldn’t look at him in the eye. You excused yourself and went straight to the toilet to calm yourself down.

“It’s just jaebum, the usual chic and cold guy. Just be yourself and do what you always do when you’re here,” you whispered to yourself. You took a few more deep breaths before heading out to jackson and jinyoung, and asked if they needed help. At least you’d have something to keep yourself busy with, and you didn’t have to risk meeting jaebum for the time being. The both of them accepted your offer in which you were thankful for.

“I heard jaebum doesn’t let people into his room,” you mentioned briefly to the both of them, hoping they’d spill some tea.

“Yeah, and he’s serious about it,” jinyoung said.

“Really? How so?” you probed further.

“Wait, why are you so interested in jaebum?” jackson asked with a sheepish grin.

“I’m just curious because it’s not that often you’d find someone who’d be so secretive,” you explained and tried to hide your panic state.

“He goes to the point of violence. The other time bam and gyeom tried sneaking in while he was bathing, they almost lost their lives,” jackson sounded really dramatic and jinyoung interrupted him, “not that serious actually, he just shouted at them and gave them a cold shoulder for days,”

“What does he even do in there?” you frowned and sounded frustrated.

“Play with his cats? Talking about them, I wonder why he sent them away today,” jackson tried hard to think of a possibility but to no avail.

The entire time during dinner, you kept catching jaebum glancing over at you with those grins and smirks, and you were boiling with curiosity. Why was he looking at you like that? After dinner, everyone stayed in the living room with movies playing on the television continuously. Some of them were glued to the screen while others were playing and chatting. Jaebum sat on the couch with youngaje and jinyoung while you were with jackson, bambam, and yugyeom on the floor playing games. A few rounds went by and y’all decided to stop playing and watch the next movie that was starting in 30 minutes. You went to the toilet for a break and when you were out, jaebum was standing against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What?” you asked as he grinned.

“Don’t you have things to ask me?” jaebum shrugged.


“Aren’t you here for my room?” the boy raised his brow and pouted a little.

“Get over it, jaebum, I was just curious,”

“You are curious,” he paused, looked towards the direction of the boys, and back at you, “we have some time before the next movie,” And without saying anything more, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room. Jaebum pushed open his door and locked the both of you in.

“What are you doing?” you stood against the door and raised your voice as a  result of the escalation of things.

“Satisfying your curiosity,”

You looked around the room and noticed how dim the lights were. Two colours stood out the most - black and dark blue. Unlike his outer appearance, his room gave off a comfy vibe and there was a pile of pillows and a huge blanket on his bed. You realised how your eyes lingered on his bed for some time and he must have saw it too.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked and interrupted your thoughts.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered and tore your eyes away from his bed. “Where are your cats?” you asked and tried to be casual.

“They’re staying out today,”

“Why?” you asked carefully, feeling the rise in tension as jaebum took a few steps forward and placed one arm beside your head, caging you.

“So I can show you what I always do in my room,” his voice deepened and he took a pause while looking straight into your eyes as another smirk formed on his face, “with you.”

in ten years i’ll tell you i love you (but not now) [Yoongi]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst ; Fluff 
Word Count: 4237
Description: if there are any words that could travel through space and time to reach the person they have to reach, ‘i love you’ would be those words.
Author’s Note: so basically…the fucking soulmate reincarnation au yoongi brithday fic NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!! praise i wrote this in one day in the span of like 4 hrs i ignored my work i am going to REGRET

It is forbidden. It is forbidden, and dangerous, and high-risk, and the utmost cliché. That you, the lowly servant girl, from a long line of ancestors of the same position, would fall in love with the son of the household you are serving.

The House of Min is a house your family has served for centuries, and most likely will serve for centuries more, and somehow you are the first (or perhaps you were not the first, but you had most certainly never heard of anyone else similar to you) to fall completely and utterly in love with the person you were supposed to be serving.

And yet — it is the utmost cliché is it not? That he, the heir to a fortune, one amongst the richest in the country, would fall in love with the servant girl who lives in the basement with the rest of the help, far, far away from the glittering chandeliers and marble staircases that lead to his room. Far enough so that, should he be like his parents, he would have forgotten the help existed even in the moments they were not serving them. Far enough so that, if it were not for you, he could have forgotten anyone but his family lived in the same house as he.

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Paperwork {Levi Ackerman x Reader}

Request: prompt #37 “because I love you goddammit” with Levi by anon. Thank you for requesting

Despite the dim lighting in the dining room, Levi could see you clear as day sitting in a corner with some cadets. It scared him how his eyes always managed to set themselves on you from the very moment you’d enter a room.

Levi swallowed another bite of his food. He knew dinner time would be over soon and then the endless fight with his self control would begin again, as you’d set your feet in his office for your assigned assistance with his paperwork. You’ve been helping him for endless months, always after dinner. There were nights that Levi couldn’t get hold himself, he would watch as you worked out each paper, with your gaze fixated strictly on them, just as he had ordered you, and filthy thoughts would run though his mind. He wanted you, for God knew how long, he himself couldn’t even remember when he started being so passionate about you, yet he couldn’t just let it go. He wanted you to be his, but in this unfair war with Titans he could die anytime, leaving you behind for good.

It also bothered him that he was never gentle. With anything. For him you were a fragile being; after having shared your story with him, he felt as if he’d break you with his roughness. You only deserved all the tenderness in the world, not him. Not someone who started killing people from such a young age. But how could he let someone else have you when he wanted you all to himself.

“Levi? Are you alright?” Levi’s head snapped towards the direction of the voice. Of course it had to be fucking Erwin who’d interrupt his thoughts of you. “It’s not wise Levi.” Erwin cleared his throat before continuing. “You know that-”

“I know. You’ve talked to me about it a thousand fucking times” Levi said, with anger lingering on his voice. He didnt need to be reminded again about facts he knew. Erwin chuckled and continued with his food, more relaxed now that Levi’s gaze was fixated on his plate rather than you.


Doing paperwork with Levi at late night hours had stop being a punishment for you. Sure, it wasn’t pleasant; the amount of paperwork he had, gave you throbbing headaches even though he only assigned less than half of it to you.

And then again you’d never complain, at least not in front of him. Having humanity’s strongest right beside you in all his glory. His presence had always been intimidating to you, although, after two years of being in his squad, cleaning and working with him you were at a point of having actual conversations with him. With time, you had even found yourself falling for him, his every move, his every word and yet you knew you were one of too many and the feelings were never going to be mutual. Even though you had found yourself so close to his face so many times, you had been so close to giving into the temptation of kissing him, you never did. It was the perfect way to protect yourself from getting hurt.

Levi didn’t have time for love.

He always seemed to be the first to pull back each time the two of you were close. But tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights and you knew it. This night you were just going to focus on your assigned papers work for as many hours as Levi needed you to and then go back to your room to sleep.

Yet tonight you seemed to be drawn in his beautiful face with his thin yet plump lips, his narrow grey eyes and the most amazing nose you’d ever seen, slightly popping cheekbones that created slight contours of sharpness and a pointy jaw, perfectly aligned with the rest of his face. This man was over thirty and he didn’t even look a day younger than twenty five.

“Are you going to stare for any longer?” The remark made you avert your gaze from Levi immediately. Levi started at you, awaiting for a decent answer. He didn’t need you to play like this with him tonight.

“Uh.. I.. I’m so sorry Captain” you said and lowered your head. Levi didn’t answer, he just brushed you off with a ‘tch’ and went back to working.


“Yes, Levi?”

There it was. The distinguishing between personal life and work; you’d never call him Levi while working as a sign of respect to his being and position. Tonight it only made him wilder. He didn’t want his name to drop from anyone else’s mouth if it was to be dropped by yours.

“Go bring me some fucking tea”

“Uhm.. sir, I mean Levi it’s too late and-”

“(Y/n) you shit for brains go bring me some fucking tea because we have a long way before we finish today’s work.” Levi finally said with a gulp and burried his face in his palms. He couldn’t stand this anymore.

“I-i-im going” you silently muttered and got up, slowly marching to the door, not before you jumped at fear as his fist collided with the surface of his office desk.

Before you could even realise it, you were slammed against the wall near the door, each of Levi’s hands caging your head.

“D-dont you want me to get you tea, Levi?” You muttered, worry obvious in your voice.

“No I don’t need the fucking tea anymore”

“B-b-but you j-ust told me to-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Levi paused for a second. In the silence you could even listen to his ragged breath and feel the trembling of his hands. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me you shitty brat? Do you?”

Levi’s voice was raised and yet you wouldn’t let this drop. What were you doing to him?

“Oh no Levi, you don’t get to ask that. What do I do to you? Tell me because it’s so interesting, do I do to you what you’re doing to me?” Your fear seemed to be gone for the time being. It was Levi who felt as if he was struck by lightning at the moment.

“What?” He said, although he couldn’t mutter anything else.

“You’re kidding me? You’re the one who pulls away every single time we’re in a kissing distance.”

“You wanna know why I do that?” Levi hissed, feeling shivers run through his whole body. “Because I fucking love you, goddammit. And I know that if I start, I’ll never be able to stop.”

At this, all the harshness in your voice vanished. This was all the confirmation you needed. Levi felt something for you and he had just said it. Your heart pulsated in your ears and in the blink of an eye you had pulled his face onto yours, slamming your lips on his. He immediately kissed back, completely giving in to the temptation; he had wanted to that for so long.

And for the first time in years, tonight he wouldn’t hold back.

Neil + lipstick, based off this art work by @requiemofkings

Neil doesn’t realize he is staring. He is trying to tune out the sound of Kevin’s aggravated voice, and trying to distract himself with thoughts about anything other than the game they just played. It was shit, an awful way to start the new season, and Neil just wants to rid the tight feeling in his chest.

Nicky stands in front of him, lips parted and a tube of dark red lipstick hovering in front of his mouth. His eyes are trained on the small mirror sat in his other hand as he smears the color on his lips.

His eyes brighten when he glances up at Neil, one of his eyebrows quirking up so high it could hit his hairline. He drops the mirror, puckering his lips. “What do you think?”

Neil lifts a shoulder in response. He is no stranger to make up, from covering his scars to trying to hide the bags under his eyes. He even let Nicky put eyeliner on him once, admiring the way it made Nicky’s eyes stand out so much. But the point of the pencil so close to his eyeball had made him uncomfortable and he stopped Nicky before he could start the other eye.

Nicky frowns at his lack of response as he comes over, abandoning the mirror behind him. He wiggles the lipstick in front of Neil’s face.
“Want to try? You can wash it off if you don’t like it.”

“I, uh,” Neil starts. He considers saying no, not wanting it to smudge all over his face after a few drinks, but the way Kevin says his name like he is about to start a lecture has Neil nodding.

Neil stills as Nicky cups under his chin, tilting his head some before he swipes the tip of the lipstick against his bottom lip. He stares at the ceiling instead of Nicky, whose face is far too close to his own as he puts on Neil’s lipstick with an intense amount of concentration in his expression.

“Go like -” Nicky starts before he rubs his lips together and smacks them together. Neil imitates the movement, and wrinkles his nose when he tastes the lipstick as he breathes in.

Nicky wiggles his eyebrows, a grin taking over his lips. “I can’t say what I’m thinking because Andrew will kill me and I don’t want to die while the night is still young. Go look for yourself.”

Neil frowns as he pushes off the couch and walks off towards the bedroom because Andrew is still in the bathroom changing.

He isn’t sure what to make of the color as he takes in his reflection. It is dark against his pale skin, and it seems to bring out the red of the scars coating his cheeks. He puckers his lips a few times before smiling and frowning, moving his lips all around as he tries to decide what to think of it.

The door behind him closes as Andrew steps in, dressed head to toe in black to match Neil’s attire. His face is pink from the heat of his shower, his pale hair clinging to his forehead before he drags his towel over his head.

Andrew looks at him for a moment, expressionless before he tosses the towel into their hamper and pads over. He grips Neil’s chin, eyes running over Neil’s red mouth. Neil goes to lick his lips in a silent yes before he remembers the lipstick and stops himself.

“I’m surprised it is not orange,” Andrew says before he pulls Neil’s chin to bring him into a kiss. He can feel the heat of Andrew’s palm where it moves hard against his abdomen, pushing him until his back presses into the wall beside the mirror. It sets his nerves on fire as Andrew presses hard up against him, his forearms caged around Neil’s head and his tongue snaking past Neil’s lips before he pulls away.

Neil eyes the smudge of red against Andrew’s lips, and the sight of it makes something pleasant twist in his gut. He ducks his head down, pressing a soft open mouth kiss under Andrew’s jaw. Andrew inhales harshly before pushing away.

Neil grins at the red that stands out against Andrew’s throat. Andrew narrows his eyes, but doesn’t wipe away the lipstick. Instead, he slides his finger through the loop of Neil’s khakis to pull him from the wall.

“Come on.”

It is obvious that Nicky notices the red staining Andrew’s skin the moment they join the others to leave for Columbia. His eyes widen, excitement lighting up his features, and his lips part for a moment as if he is going to say something but they clamp shut quickly when Andrew glares at him.

“I think I like it,” Neil says quietly to Nicky as he follows after Andrew, thumbing at his bottom lip where he can still feel the heat of Andrew’s mouth.

“Little smudged now,” Nicky whispers, his words thick with the laugh he fails to to hold back.