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IS THERE GONNA BE A SECOND PART OF THE OTHER GIRL??? PLEASE SAY YES

Author’s note: YES!!! You can read part one here 

The Other Girl part 2

The hell?

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.

Just ignore him… ignorehimignorehimignorehimignore

“MC?”

“Him-Ah, I-I mean, what?”

Crap, I’m not crying again, am I?

“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking if everything was okay.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”

“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He walked out of the room without an answer.

I guess I don’t have much of a choice…

You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.

Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear him.

“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”

You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.

“I guess I will, Yoosung.”

As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.

“Who spit in her coffee this morning,” he muttered.

Life. Life spit in my coffee.

You peeked your head into the kitchen.

“Zen?”

“Over here.”

Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his face.

Oh my gosh-

“-What the hell is your problem?”

Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the heavy silence.

“I don’t have to put up with this.”

As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.”

Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and then back up to his face.

Seriously? First he acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I can’t even leave?

The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up inside every inch of your body.

Okay, okay, I need to calm down. 

You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.

Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”

You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”

“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”

“…Huh?”

“You know… one, two, three-”

“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”

“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”

“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”

“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”

Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality. 

Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.

You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.

One.

Zen moved closer to you, his eyes trained on your face.

Two.

Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and him.

Three.

His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to love appeared on his face once again.

Four.

You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard it.

Five.

He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your cheek.

Six.

The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you mentally cursed at your now flushed face.

Seven.

Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling your face toward him.

Eight.

You held your breath.

Nine.

He leaned in to close the gap.

Ten.

“S-Stop.”

Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.

Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away. Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance. You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.

“I thought-”

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”

Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began losing control of your surroundings. The world-

No.

Your world came crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.

“Can’t I love both of you?”

Those words stopped you in your tracks.

I’m such an idiot.

Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you spoke up.

“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”

Despite the situation, you smiled.

Jumin would be ecstatic right now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with… anyone else.”

“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else would I-”

That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.

Zen’s glaring.

Seven’s kindness.

Your feelings.

You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the living room.

“MC, please just… wait!”

But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen, Zen on your heels.

I finally understand now.

“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play charades.”

Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that had just occurred in the kitchen.

“MC, pleaseeee be on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”

Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you heard him audibly scoff.  Seven stood up and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.

Seven…

In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.

It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of breath.

You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.

“I-I thought you liked-“

You leaned your forehead against his.

“I like you, Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me figure that out.”

Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…

“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”

He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug, plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.

After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked group.

“So… charades?”

Intentions

Oops this is another Descendants imagine lol
I’m almost done with the Peter Parker one I mentioned, but it’s like 2,000+ words so I have a lot to work on!

Title: Intentions
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader
Summary: Harry intends to find out what your type is, but you play along with his game, pushing his intentions aside.
Word Count: 1,523
Warnings: none 

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Benjamin, that is just about the-“

           "Stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Ben finishes for you. There’s a flicker of hurt on his face as he speaks. “They still deserve a second chance, Y/N.”

           Your features soften, frustration fading. Ben was facing a lot of scrutiny as king, and he needed all the support he could get if he was going to allow Uma, Gil, and Harry to come to Auradon. As his best friend, you owed him some faith in his actions.

           "I guess,“ you finally answer. Ben cracks a smile. "But don’t expect me to be best friends with them.”

           Ben pauses, smile dipping just enough for you to notice. You groan as a look of sheepish charm washes over Ben’s face.

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The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Ten Years (Part 8)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)

A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 -

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vriska dating eridan is like when youre a baby and dont really Get Why Dating Happens because the thought of spending your free time with a boy is so viscerally unpleasant when you could be having fun with girl friends but you feel this dire need to Fit In so you just kinda pick the guy who has the has the best dessert at lunch break and decide Yeah Ok I Guess and your “dates” are just making him hand over his good snacks and then walking back to sit with the girls and then after like 8 days you get bored of keeping the charade up so you just stop talking to him and then years later you see him in high school and he acts like what you had was special when really you were just a gay kindergartener who liked to eat other peoples food

you know...

Fake dating, flirty, Friday ficlet ahead. (TGIF) (Modern AU, 1300 words, rated T)


“Ow!”

“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”

The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.

“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”

Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.

“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”

Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.

“What is it, love?”

“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”

A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.

“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”

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TGIF (m)

∟ When your gift arrives in the mail the morning of another house party, you know wearing it would only make sense. Especially since it is Hoseok’s favorite color. 

・pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: smut, romance, college au
∟warnings: semi-public sex, lingerie, exhibition kink, face fucking, spanking, dirty talk, etc.
word count: 6,575
a/n: this took 4 months but it’s finally done!

Escapades Masterlist

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

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A scene from the Granger-Weasley household
  • Ron: Let's play Wizard Pictionary, kids!
  • Hermione: You mean 'charades?'
  • Ron: No, I mean Wizard Pictionary. It's like pictionary, but you act it out with your body! Because wizard pictures move! I keep forgetting you were raised by Muggles, Hermione. Seriously, you missed out on so much.
  • Hermione: That is definitely charades. And we had electricity.
  • Ron: I bet you never even had Wizard Pies. They're these flat little pastries that you put on your fireplace, and when they're done heating up, they fly up out of the fireplace and into your hand. Then you get a second-degree burn. Classic wizard kid breakfast! I'm getting all nostalgic just thinking about it.
  • Hermione: That is literally just a worse version of a Pop-Tart.

anonymous asked:

prompt: future married sanvers run into maggie's parents while walking down the street

“I know you want to live close to work, but there’s no way you’re going to find a house with a yard in that neighborhood,” Maggie swung hers and Alex’s intertwined hands together.

Alex took a sip of her coffee and passed it to Maggie who took a sip as well. “I know, but…I just want something with some green space you know?”

“We could find an apartment across the street from a park.” Maggie offered. She finished off the coffee and tossed the empty cup into a nearby trash bin. “And there is always that open unit in Kara’s building. It’s two bedrooms so we can have that home office we’ll fight over.”

“Are you sure you want to live in Kara’s building?” Alex opened the door of the small diner, holding it for Maggie.

Maggie let go of her hand and walked in past her. “I’m sure. She’s over all the time anyway and she’s my sister-in-law now.” Maggie dropped a kiss on Alex’s cheek as she walked past. “Plus, I need a charades partner now that you have taken Winn as yours.”

“You’re good at a lot of things, babe,” Alex smiled, walking in after Maggie. “Charades is not one of them.”

“Sawyer, party of two,” the hostess spoke before they could even get to her.

“Wow you called ahead,” Alex put her hand on Maggie’s back. “You used her maiden name, but you still called ahead.”

“I didn’t call ahead,” Maggie looked to the metal chairs sitting against the window that served as the waiting area. Even as she did, her heart pounded in her ears. Getting up from the chairs were the two last people she every wanted to see, especially on her honeymoon.

“Maggie?”

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Remus Lupin + “Headcanons for falling in love with Remus over the years.”

FIRST YEAR

  • You meet on the train. He’s in a compartment towards the back and you really need a place to sit. When you ask if you can sit he almost says no. But then he realizes you look just as scared as him (defiantly not for the same reasons but he welcomes you anyway.)
  • On the train you two talk about muggle things and how your parents knew you were magical (He made his toys fly around and you turned your younger cousin Barry blue.)
  • Half through the train ride a pudgy boy comes wandering in after his cat. He introduces himself as Peter and his (demon) cat as Wallace. He and his cat end up sitting with the two of you for the rest of the ride.
  • On the boats you meet a boy called Darwin and a girl named Lucy. He’s uninteresting and she doesn’t shut up. Peter also almost topples out of the boat.
  • You get sorted into Gryffindor. Along with Remus and Peter. At the table you sit next to Remus and meet two nice girls named Lily and Mary. You talk to them as Remus is pulled into a conversation with two dark haired boys who you later meet as James and Sirius.
  • Nothing really happens until halfway through the year. You’re friends with Lily and Mary, though you’ve attached yourself to Remus’ hip, despite his early on attempts to avoid you. Anyway, halfway through the year you, Remus and his dorm mates all get detention. Remus and you for staying out past curfew (by accident), Peter for missing three homeworks in a row, and Sirius and James for fighting with Sirius’ older cousin Narcissa.
  • The five of you bond that night, and soon enough you and Remus quickly because you, Remus, Peter, Sirius and James.
  • By the end of the year you’ve found four passageways out of the castle and a dozen or so that lead you from one end to the other.

SECOND YEAR

  • This year you and the boys all sit together going to school. Remus looks sick and ends up falling asleep across both yours and James laps.
  • At the feast you talk to Lily who went to muggle France over the break and Mary who visited Ireland.
  • You also become top of your class in Astronomy. Which is how you notice Remus ending up in the hospital wing the night of every full moon. You keep it to yourself because Remus Lupin, a werewolf?
  • But then James brings it up. His disappearances and flimsy excuses, not the whole lining up with the full moon thing. And Sirius comments on how he always looks sick too. Peter points out he always comes back hurt after visiting his sick mum and suggests maybe it’s something at home. But you’ve met his mother and father and they are sweet people.
  • Its May before you even suggest to the three that he’s a werewolf. At first Sirius laughs and James waves it off but as another full moon passes it seems to make sense.
  • Peter asks the three of you, as Remus leaves to “Visit his sick mum” what they should do and James first response is nothing. You all do nothing because he’s still Remus. You agree, werewolf or not he’s still your Remus. Sirius and Peter take a day or two to get used to the idea that their best friend is a werewolf, but they get used to it.
  • That’s when you all corner Remus and tell him you know. At first he’s crying because he thinks you all hate him. Then he’s crying because he’s so happy to know you all. Sirius swears he wasn’t crying either but he totally was.

THIRD YEAR

  • The boys have grown. Remus is the tallest, James an inch or two behind. Sirius has lost most of the baby weight on his face and Peter got a new haircut.
  • You and James take Care of Magical Creatures. Sirius and Remus takes Arithmancy, and Peter, you and the others all have Muggle Studies together.
  • You’re still the best at Astronomy, but now you’re also excelling in Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. The “Useless subjects” your father says over dinner that Christmas.
  • When you and the guys all go down to Hogsmeade for the “first time” it’s a lot more fun than any of you expect.
  • Remus buys a handful of chocolate and Peter eats all his candy pineapple before you all get back to the castle. Sirius stinks of the Butterbeer James accidentally spilled on him, James ripped his pants and you have mud all over you because Sirius “accidentally” tripped you.
  • When Remus turns fourteen in March he looks different. You don’t actually notice though, Mary does. She also asks if you could talk to him for her and for a moment you want nothing better to do then hex her. Instead of doing that you nod and find Lily who laughs and says you’re jealous. Of what? - you don’t know.
  • You don’t talk to Remus about Mary as the two of you started hiding away in the library, readying yourselves for exams. Instead you talk about how his mum is doing all the while thinking how pretty his eyes are.

FOURTH YEAR

  • You like Remus. You fancy your best friend. You realize a few days into the first term and you nearly pitch yourself off the astronomy tower because of it. You fancy your best friend, potentially ruining everything.
  • Lily is the first to know. She tells you she already knew and when you ask how she shrugs and says she just did.
  • Peter is the next to find out and not because you told him. He found out because he’d found a doodle you’d done absent mindly in class, it was a heart around RL + YN YSN.
  • When you alL go down to Hogsmeade in November Sirius says he has a date and James drags Peter to the quidditch store that’s at the edge of town so when you and Remus walk into Honeydukes and an older student makes a joke about the two of you being on a date you don’t let anyone see how you wish you were when Remus tells them that you aren’t on one.
  • After the trip you ask Remus if he ever would date anyone and he laughs. He points out how no one would ever want a werewolf and all you want to do is scream you would. You do.
  • Peter accidentally lets James and Sirius in on your crush right before the end of the year. They can’t believe they didn’t notice and you wave them off telling them there’s no hope. But it’s James Potter and Sirius Black you’re talking too.

FIFTH YEAR

  • Remus got hot over the summer, he grew into his lanky body and his shoulders broadened and Sirius would not let you live down the fact he’d found you having a wet dream about the two of you late one night in the common room.
  • It’s also the year he hid away in the library because of OWLS so most of your interactions, when not in class and at meals were held there. Not That you minded, the library lighting always made him look stunning. This was also-also the year the boys decided to get you two together.
  • Despite the fact he’d told them numerous times he’d never date. James thinks about locking the two of you in a closet, Peter thinks forging love letters is the way to go but Sirius, instead of waiting to make a decision decides the way to go is by making him jealous. And how? By paying seventh year Benjy Fenwick to flirt with you.
  • At first Benjy was apprehensive about it but once Sirius explained the plan to him, and you, and for the low price of twenty gallons Benjy Fenwick became your shadow. At first Remus didn’t notice. In fact he seemed oblivious until Benjy had fallen into your lap one afternoon, knocking ink onto a Potions essay. It was safe to say he wasn’t pleased to see the Ravenclaw after that.
  • Sirius, after another “date” (it’s not a date, the pair of you usually sneak off to hogsmeade to go to the Three Broomsticks and have a chat (debate) over issues like how Death Eaters should be handled, how muggles and muggle borns could be integrated into wizarding society better, and etc) with Benjy, three or so months into the charade, comes to you smiling because the plan is working!
  • Apparently Peter had mentioned, unaware about the full moon in two days time, how you and Benjy looks fitting for one another and Remus had gone off. Ranting about how Benjy was a “Shit person and didn’t deserve you” and so on, only to then lamley answer James question about fancying you with a “Course I do.” So obviously you think you can stop having Benjy follow you around and pretending fancy you, only Sirius tells the you not yet, soon, but to keep up the act. So you do.
  • Until Remus catches Benjy with Emmeline Vance (the girl he actually fancies) and hexes him so badly Benjy refused to even look in your direction. You weren’t mad at Remus because he did think Benjy was stepping out on you but you wouldn’t had minded if after the plan the two of you could still go on down to the Three Broomsticks and have a nice chat.

SIXTH YEAR

  • You passed your OWLS, unlike Remus you didn’t get an O in everything, though you got an O in most things.
  • You’re also pretty sure you’re in love in Remus but you don’t tell anyone. Even if it’s obvious to everyone but him.
  • The boys still want to get the two of you together so this year they go with Peter’s idea about forging love letters. They don’t bother to tell you, so for months you think you’re getting letters from Remus and vise versa. It isn’t until Lily finds out and puts a stop to it before either of you got anymore hurt in the end. She tells the two of you separately. You cry and Remus just looks dejected.
  • The two of you avoid each other for what feels like forever and the boys think they’ve messed up big time. Unily Lily and Mary come in and save the day by locking the two of you in a small cupboard. They don’t let you or Remus out until you’ve both talked about your feelings and had a proper snog.
  • So it takes a while. Four hours and fifty two minutes before either one of you start talking. It then takes two more hours to convince him that he deserves to be loved (by you). By the end of it you both stumble out almost several hours later with your finger intertwined, large grins on both your faces and hickeys forming under your collars.

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Peter Pan Imagine\I haven’t done it yet

You soon realize Peter hasn’t done “it” yet…

Warnings: Smut,cursing,virginity

You lay down with Peter just like every other night, it was date night so the lost boys were put to bed and it was just you and him.

You two were laughing the night away, telling jokes and stories, same old stuff but it never got boring with him.

“That joke was not funny.” he said 

“Shut up it totally was!” pushing him and he laughs

You loved his laugh, it brought you happiness, and made you feel warm inside

You kiss him and he kisses you back

“What was that for?” he asked

“Just because.” you said  as you smiled

“Well why thank you love.” he said

“Can we play a game?” you asked

“Like what?” he said a little taken back

“Like charades!” you almost yelled

“Charades?” he cocked a brow, smiling

“Please Peter…” you begged

“Fine fine, but you’re going first” he said

You guys played for about 30 minutes

“I feel like I’m dating a little girl.” he said

You pouted at that “Hey!”

“Oh I’m joking love.” he smiles

“Well it wasn’t funny.”  you folded your arms

“Hey hey hey, cm’ere, “ he said heavily.

Which made you giggle and feel warm inside

He grabbed you and put you on the bed with him and gave you a kiss, with that you kissed him back.

“Okay okay , let’s continue this horrid game.” Peter joked

“Actually Peter, I was kinda wondering..” you mumbled the rest

“We what? Did you want to do something else?” he asked

‘“Maybe like you know, it”  you looked down

“Oh!” Peter made an o shape with his mouth “Listen love maybe we should get some rest now , it’s getting late.” 

“Why do you always do this?” You ask , a little irritated 

“Well…”

“Well what Peter?” you say

“It’s just that…” he starts to mumble as well

“Am I not pretty enough?” you start to doubt yourself

“NO! “ He almost shouts, “It’s not you, it’s never you love, it’s me.”

“Well what about you Peter?”

“I’m a virgin! There I said it!” he shouts

Your eyes are blank, you had no idea, the Peter Pan, was a virgin, you couldn’t believe it.

‘“I must sound like a complete loser.” he puts his head down

“Peter no.. it’s cute really.” you smiled

“It’s cute?” he said as his face expression turns into disgust

“Why haven’t you old me ?” you asked

“Because it was never a big deal love, we never had to talk about it, until now.” he said

“So what have you done?” you asked

“I just kissed love, kissed, held hands, that’s it.” he looks at you.

“Could we maybe ?” you ask

“What “it” tonight? Love I don’t know…”  he scratches his head

“Peter..” you start to whine

“Love it’s quite intimidating knowing you have and I haven’t” he confessed

“I understand.” you hold his hands and smile

“I mean I really like you Y/n,like a lot.” he holds your hand even tighter

“I like you too Peter, this is why I want to do … it.” you shrug.

Peter looks at you and smiles, you were so damn beautiful to him, your hair was messy, in a bun, you were wearing one of his shirts and your booty shorts. Sure he wanted you, and he could have you, and if you were willing to give it to him,he was done denying it, after all Peter Pan never fails.

“I mean, I guess we could…” he cocks a brow

“Really?” you smile

“Y-yeah.” he said a little intimidated

“Are you sure?” you asked

“I am love.” he looked you in your eyes, and you knew he was being hones, he was ready, and you were too.

You go to the door and lock it.

“Lights on or off?” you asked

“On ?” he questioned

“We’ll dim them.” you giggle

You get on top of him and start to kiss his neck

“Y/n you’ve been the best thing, in my life.” he said

You head shot up and looked at him, “Really?” 

“Yes love. Really.”

You kiss him and he tenses up, you could feel his arms and his muscles , you rest your hands on his arms, signaling it was okay, he looks at you with a smile, and a nod.

You kiss his neck and start to pull up his shirt, you take it off and oh my fuck.

He body was gorgeous, it just as you would imagine, he had abs and his stomach was so soft, you ran your fingers up and down, taking it all in, what a sight to see.

You kiss more down to his stomach and you saw his partner get hard, you smiled at that, as you start to un buckle his belt he started to tense up.

“Do you want to stop?” you asked

“No love I’m fine.” he took a deep breath

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” you say

He nods, he never told you, but he loved that you were in charge, sure he was king of Neverland, but the fact that you were doing everything, turned him on.

After his pants were off you quickly took off yours, and he looked at you in disbelief.

“No fucking way are you that perfect.” he says

“You giggle and start to straddle him.

You’re kissing him hardcore now, make out session.

You running your fingers through his hair, and Peter starts to rub his hands all over your body, and his partner starts to poke your stomach, you look at it, and you looked at him

“What?” he said in a tired sexy voice

“I just hope you want me as much as I want you.” you looked down

“Hey.” he lifted your chin up with his finger “I’ve always wanted you, from day one, that’s why I made you my one and only lost girl, no one, and I mean no one can take that title away from you, do you understand?” he looked deep into your eyes.

You nod, “ Yes Peter.” with a smile

With that you push him down so that he is laying on the bed, you star to kiss and suck his neck, getting moans out of him, which made you happy.

“Y/n…” he would moan your name, wanting you second by second

You grab his dick and let it slide into you

Peter moth opened wide and you never heard him moan so loud in your life, it was so fucking sexy.

You start to grind on his slowly so that he can adjust himself if he needs to, you see his face, it’in complete pleasure, the way he bites his lips, the way he is grabbing your hips, it’s all such a turn on.

You start to bonce up and down,on him, he starts to bite his finger

“Fuck Y/n..” he would say, making you feel confident

He would rub his hands all over your body, rub your tits and play with your nipples making them  hard, he sucked on them as well, getting moans out of you. He would grab your ass and smack it,getting yells and screams, it brought him pleasure.

“My turn.” he said as he flipped you over and started to pound you, fuck he was good for his first time, but what do you expect from Peter Pan?

You dug your nails into his arms, making him feel like he was doing right.

Peter sucked on your neck , leaving hickeys and what not, marking his territory.

“Peter I’m close.” you moan

“I am too, what do I do?” he asked

“You cum!” you yell

“In you?” he asked as he’s still pounding you

“Yes Peter FUCK!” you yell as you cum

He quickly goes faster but gets sloppier and then comes in you.

His hair was a mess, he had beads of sweat drip from his forehead, you wiped them off and kissed him

“I love you Y/n.” he tells you, still on top of you and in you

“I love you too Peter.” you smile

Invisible, Chapter One

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

A/N: No Dean&Sam in the series yet.  No warnings.  I hope you enjoy! :)

word count: ~1140

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TELEPATHY AU'S
  • “we’re both in this boring as hell class and out of boredom I accidentally stumbled into your thoughts of you thinking up this masterpiece of a story and holy shit is this like a movie”
    • “additionally, wow are you really getting into this sex scene man how do u not have a boner”
  • “I get chronic headaches from everyone’s thoughts being so loud all the time and sometimes I don’t know, I get angry. is yelling to Stewart across the room to “shut up and go get dick if he wants it so bad” over the top? maybe.”
  • “as if it wasn’t bad enough that I constantly worried what people thought of me, I can actually hear what everyone thinks of me and the fact that it’s unedited and 100% legit makes me real sad to hear people think I’m annoying”
    • “although, it’s really reassuring to also hear how much my friends love me and think I’m funny and woah man…those are some pretty…erotic thoughts of me there…”
  • “okay who fucking let out that I can read minds huh? what do you WANT me to get kidnapped and used for evil? cause i swear i will come back for your ass once im super juiced with their evil government serum alright? i will go winter soldier on ur ass dont test me”
    • “although all these lovesick kids offering to pay for my services on their crushes may be worth it. hey I know you, you’re cute. your crush you say? oh they totally don’t like u, nah man, your barking up the wrong tree right there”
  • “hold the fuck up. hold. up. I can read any mind that I can see, anyone and everyone’s, why can’t I read yours? and why the hell are you smirking at me like that U LIL SHIT THIS MAKES NO DAMN SENSE WHO ARE YOU”
  • “I think you’re cute and I know for a FACT you think I’m cute too so why won’t you just admit it? cmon cmon baby don’t play this charade. you know you can’t win at this game ;)”
  • “as it turns out by my super mind reading powers you plan to string me out high and dry until I’m practically begging for a date and u know what. that is so terrible and so demeaning honestly like who does that. who does that. can you please just kiss me already like-”
  • “I know you can read minds and I really like you so I’m constantly filtering my thoughts whenever I’m with you and it’s super hard so quit making fun of how I think about fighting giraffes okay it’s my go-to thought whenever I imagine you shirtless”
  • “you know I can read your thoughts so we have these little one sided conversations in class as I listen to your cute angered rants and I reply with a snarky side eye”
  • “OR we BOTH can read minds and all the while during class we have casual conversations that sometimes turn REALLY FUNNY AND WE BOTH CRACK UP IN DEAD SILENCE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EXAM OH SHIT”
  • “YOU LITERALLY HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOURSELF LIKE YOURE TWO DIFFERENT YET ANGRY PEOPLE AND HONESTLY ITS THE FUNNIEST SHIT IVE HEARD SOMEONE THINK BEFORE JFC LIKE DAMN WHO IS THIS PLASTIC TITTED WHORE WHO STEPPED ON YOUR SHOELACE”
  • “I NEED TO KNOW THIS, OKAY BECAUSE YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LIKE A SHITTY SITCOM AND I CANT HELP BUT LOVE YOU AND LAUGH SO HARD THAT U BEGIN TO NOTICE AND OHSHIT”
  • “i know its pretty invasive but i honestly tune into your thoughts every day on the way to work like its the morning paper cause really we have so much in common its ridiculous and ur super cute and we like all the same things and ugh pls date me”
    • “and oops one day you thought of something funny and we both laughed simultaneously and now ur weirdly suspicious, as i can tell because i can hear you wondering if i can read your thoughts and now ur testing me and idk if i should play along”
It’s a Buck Girl Thing (4/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 3.3k


Need to catch up? Here’s PART 3 or IBGT MASTERLIST


Warnings: Okay… So it starts of with SMUT - I know it’s weird to imagine yourself in Bucky’s body but I can’t see a way round it - there had to be a hand job. There’s also sexual content and swearing.


A/N: Well, riding on a wave of inspiration that hit me like a train yesterday here’s another big chapter from me. I hope this fic is still making you smile and want more?

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes


After yet another awkward interaction with Steve, a cold shower sounded like a good option. You needed to calm down quickly, otherwise he’s only going to suspect something more serious is going on. And who knows how long you’d be able to keep up the pretences?



Physically - the cold shower seemed to help, but mentally - you still couldn’t shake off the constant dirty thoughts about Steve. Not sure how long this charade would continue, you needed to find a better way of managing your constant arousal. Maybe Bucky was right and you needed some release?

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Catch Me (Day 1)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 831

@avengerstories Thank you for being an angel and editing this twice. I adore you. 

Intro

Originally posted by steven-barnes

You’re on your way to lunch with Bruce when you see it. Technically, it’s less of an ‘it’ and more of a 'them’. Bucky and the newly hired lab technician, Tess. From where you’re standing, it’s apparent that they’re engaged in some kind of intimate discussion. Tess’s hand rests on Bucky’s forearm and he’s standing unnecessarily close to her.

“Y/N, what’s the hold up?” Ignoring Bruce, you watch as Bucky tosses his head back and laughs at something Tess says. You wonder if it’s even funny.

Bucky appears as though he’s thoroughly enjoying himself and something about his unperturbed happiness gets under your skin. The mature thing to do would be to walk away and leave the two adults alone but you’ve never been one to give into mature tendencies, especially when it comes to Bucky. Why do that when being childish is eons more fun?

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Twenty

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken. 

Word count: 3199

↬ My life is a cluster fuck. I do not have the time for this. Send help pls.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“So, you and Jimin now?” Your eyes shot open, staring up at Taehyung as he ran his fingers through your hair. The two of you relaxed under the tree in the courtyard, your head resting on his leg as he leaned back against the tree. He smirked down at you. “It’s true.” You opened your mouth, but he interrupted you, “He came by and we had a chat.”

“Oh.” You relaxed.

Taehyung pinched your nose, moving your head side to side as he smirked. “Told you I’d make your dream come true,” he said, tone light and playful as you swatted his hand away. “I’m your guardian angel, Cupcake.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you retorted, closing your eyes. The cool breeze that blew past you was relaxing, the sun half hidden behind the dark clouds. You were slowly falling asleep, and with Taehyung playing with your hair, you would fall asleep faster than you anticipated.

When someone plays with your hair, it’s pure bliss. No one can tell you otherwise.

As time slowly ticked by, you found yourself at that point in sleep where you’re asleep, but still conscious. That point where you’re standing on a thin line, pretty close to falling into a deep sleep full of peace and just happiness. You are so close.

“Noona!” So fucking close. “Noona!” Jungkook yelled again, loud footsteps being heard, coming closer.

You opened your eyes, exchanging looks with Taehyung, who only shrugged as you sat up. Coming to a stop, Jungkook bent over, hands on knees as he panted heavily from most likely running the whole way here from wherever he came from. “What is it?” you asked.

“Girl,” he gasped, weakly pointing behind him.

You frowned. “Your stalker is back?” you asked, looking past him to see if the familiar blonde would pop up. No one was behind him.

“No.” He swallowed, taking in a deep breath as he stood up straight. “The girl with the—” He pointed to his eyes, taking in another deep breath.

It took you a minute, trying to understand his charades, but you finally got it. “Oh.” You snapped your fingers. “The girl with the glasses? The one I told you to ask out a while back?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation. “What about her?” Your eyes lit up in excitement. “Did you ask her out?”

Jungkook shook his head this time. After finally evening out his breathing, he said, “I accidentally ran into her, and I noticed while I was apologizing that my name is on her wrist.”

“And you didn’t ask her out?” you asked, voice a little excited and louder than you expected.

You noticed the white under his blonde turn champagne. “I didn’t because when she noticed my surprise, she asked me out.”

You were now on your feet, excited for the younger boy that his name finally appeared on someone’s wrist, and the girl you pointed out. “You said yes, right?”

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Me Against You

PART 1, PART 2 

A/N: I turned 18 today, on the 10th of April, and as a birthday treat, here’s an extra long chapter!! I wanted a date with Tom Holland for my birthday present, but needless to say, I did not get what I wanted. Someone please tell me that he’d love me as much as I loved him if we ever met in this lifetime. 

Warning: Angst, mentions of torture.


Everything happens quickly.

One moment you’re staring up at a wide expanse of blue sky, watching the jet disappear; the next, you’re surrounded by a group of soldiers rushing onto the scene in combat fatigues, pointing their guns at you.

Realization sends you backpedalling, but you run into something solid. You turn, already swinging, and nail one in the chin. He stumbles to the side and would have given you a clear shot to your friends, but three other soldiers take his place.

Before you realize what’s happening, a metal collar is snapped around your neck, sharp electrical pulses shooting through you. Suddenly, you can’t move, can barely breathe. Panic fills you, joining the adrenaline rushing through your veins, and your body isn’t sure how to react. Keep fighting, or shut down.

“W-What are they doing?” You hear Peter ask. You can’t see him, but he sounds scared. Panicked. “That’s a collar. Mr Stark, you said they were only going to talk to her!”

Stop it,” Agent Barton snaps. “That’s a child, not an animal, get that thing off!”

Keep fighting. Definitely keep fighting. The idea of sending your SAT scores to Attica instead of Cambridge is not appealing. You unleash it all with a scream. A plane explodes in a ball of fire, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Screams of terror fill your ears. The shock wave hits everyone within a hundred foot radius, knocking them backwards. You hit the ground hard, and a wave of pain sweeps over you.

“Run!” You try to shout, but only gurgles escape.

And then that familiar voice says your name, taut with pain.

(Y/n).”

It’s him.

“(Y/n),” Peter tries again.

You slowly lift your head up to stare at him.

He’d known what would happen. He’d done this. He’d betrayed you.

Peter’s scrambled to his feet now, hands outstretched, almost as if he wants to touch you, but can’t quite bring himself to.

With a feral scream, you launch yourself at him. You and Peter slam onto the ground, hard. Volts of electricity shoot through you, sharp and hot and carnivorous. You open your mouth to scream. Peter takes the opportunity to shove you off of him, shooting webs to pin your hands and feet to the ground.

(Y/n),” Peter manages. He sounds closes to tears now, his tone as tormented as his expression. “(Y/n), please, I’m your friend.”

You stare at him, your eye wild and feral-looking, your breath coming quicker and quicker from your parted lips. The pain is crashing over you in waves, the shocks making your muscles twitch and seize painfully, but you manage to raise your head, glaring at Peter with such soul-deep hatred that the blood turns to ice in his veins.

“We were never friends!” Your screams come one after another, scraping along your raw throat without pause. “I have always HATED you!”

For the third time that day, Peter recoils. He goes incredibly still, so still that you notice how his hands are trembling. He’s wearing a mask, but you know that his face is contorted in misery. There’s a quiet whoosh of air, followed by the sharp stab of pain in your arm. You can only stare at the small darts in your shoulder before blackness pulls you under.


“– How is she?” A male is saying. You recognize his voice. It makes you angry. Angry enough to force you out of your deep sleep, the only thing protecting you from feeling the pain in your body.

You blink, looking through eyes glassy from the strain they’ve endured. Tony Stark peers in through the glass window, looking at you as though you are a particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. Dark half-moons ring his eyes, and his arm is in a sling. You can’t find it in you to feel sympathetic for his injuries.

The anger magnifies, giving you strength. Strapped to the cot with metal shackles, you fight for freedom. Snarling like the very animal you might be becoming, you twist and buck, half-crazed eyes staring at him, wishing that you could do so much more than try to kill him with your eyes. All you receive for your trouble is another jolt of electricity. The bed shakes with the force of your shudders, the pain acute, gut-wrenching and soul-zapping. They’re going to kill you. How could they not? After a while, even your skin begins to vibrate and it doesn’t stop when the electricity does. Your bones feel brittle, as if they’re going to break at any second. Your lungs have to be filled with glass rather than air. Every breath is agony.

Tony Stark only looks at you again once your screams have stopped. His head droops. With shame? “The Spiderling wants to see you. You hurt him pretty bad.”

Good,” You snarl, surprised at the sound of your voice. You’ve shouted, but only a whisper can be heard. “Tell him I hate him and that I lied.”

Tony Stark closes his eyes, releasing a heavy breath. “He was doing the right thing.”

You raise your head to stare at him, eyes narrowed to angry slits. “No. He was doing what you asked him to.”

Tony Stark’s mouth opens and closes, and you know he’s searching for a response. When he finds none, he turned on his heel and marches out of the room.

“Good riddance,” Clint mutters.

Scott’s the first to recover, a curious edge to his voice. “What exactly did you lie about?”

You let your head droop back onto the pillow. “Having a good time,” You dead-pan, your eyes flickering up to the ceiling. “We went out a lot.”

Scott’s the first to snort in amusement. Slowly, the others join in, Clint and Sam snickering right along with him. It’s even enough to rouse a weak and rusty-sounding laugh out of Wanda, who’s been silent for the whole week that you’ve been stuck here.

It feels good to laugh. Even for only a moment.


You wake with wet cheeks, and a warm, calloused hand tapping at your face. You hope this doesn’t mean that the doctors are back to draw more of your blood; but the doctors at the Raft would never be that gentle with you.

(Y/n)? (Y/n), can you hear me?” The voice is pained, and you think you hear a muttered curse of, “Damn it, Tony.”

The pain is a constant throb in your head and limbs, you shouldn’t move; it will only make everything worse. Wincing, you crane your head up to see who has called your name. Blinking several times, you focus as hard as you can on the only face you can see. It is contorted with anger. His eyes are the palest blue you’ve ever seen, and remind you of clear summer skies and languorous lagoons. He’s not in the red and blue uniform, but in a plain grey hoodie, a white shirt and a pair of jeans. But you would recognize that face anywhere.

“Captain,” You croak weakly. “How was Russia?”

“Cold,” He answers wryly. “I prefer a warmer climate.”

He kneels, you hear the tinkle of metal being ripped apart, and your hands and legs are free. It’s difficult to move; fatigue has added weight to each of your limbs and your eyelids feel as if they’ve been replaced with sandpaper. Captain America helps you sit up, draping his hoodie over your shoulders.

“The collar now. Okay?” He offers you a calm and steady smile, his eyes warm and kind. “One, two –”

Quick as a flash, he grasps at the collar around your neck. Your fingers dig into your palms, gouging crescent shaped marks into soft flesh. Bracing yourself for an electric shock, you nod tersely, and he breaks it apart with his bare hands. You exhale in relief, smiling faintly and wanly at him.

“We’re getting out of here, (Y/n),” Captain America says, smoothing back soaked and matted hair away from your forehead. “Everyone’s waiting in the jet.”

You’re unable to support your own weight; he has to half-carry, half-drag you for several paces at your insistence that you can walk. When what little strength you have drains out of you, you crumple into a heap on the floor. He gives up the charade of allowing you to walk on your own and unceremoniously lifts you up off the floor and into his arms, as if you weigh nothing more than a feather. Your head lolls against his chest as he carries you out of your cell. An alarm erupts, screeching through the empty room.

“I was mean to him,” You confess groggily, your voice strained. “Very, very mean.”

Him. That kid with the webs?” Captain America bends down, and rips a badge off the neck of an unconscious guard. “The one from Queens?”

“He’s called Peter Parker,” You confirm, tears springing into your eyes. “He’s got the warmest brown eyes, and the nicest brown hair. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s nice. He always got picked on by Flash Thompson, but Peter never let Flash bully me. He’s – well, was – my best friend.”

“I’m sorry,” Captain America apologises, the pain naked in his voice. “I shouldn’t have gotten you involved in this. Tony shouldn’t have –”

You close your eyes on a pained sigh. “Tony Stark is responsible for many things. But he didn’t make me shove Peter out a window, or into a concrete wall. I did those. Me. I’m a horrible person.”

Captain America uses the badge to open the door to the hallway. The two of you enter a long, narrow, passage that you’re relieved to find is empty. Maybe he’s disabled all the guards already. You can only hope. You’re tired of fighting, of having to use your powers. All you want to do is curl up in a ball and fall asleep.

“Believe me, I’ve seen a lot of horrible people. You’re not one of them.”

It doesn’t make you feel any better. You close your eyes against the pounding in your head. “I said I hated him. I hurt him, really bad. Peter hates me now.” And I don’t blame him.

Down the hall. Around a corner. Another hall, another corner. In the stairwell, your breathing and footsteps echo off the walls. But these are the only sounds. No one is following the two of you. Others will be here soon, though. You’re certain the alarm’s already been reported to Ross, wherever that monster is.

A pained groan slips past your lips as Captain America carries you up, up the steps. As fatigued as you are, as undernourished, as wounded, your trembling seems to magnify with every new inch of ground the two of you gain. He opens the door to the landing pad, and you see the jet you’d helped to hijack sitting right in the middle of it.

It’s dark outside. Frigid air envelopes you, worse because you’re in thin prison clothes, with only a hoodie draped over your skinny frame. The cold sea breeze whips hair around your face, and, you think, slices at your skin. You huddle closer to Captain America, exhaustion glazing your moon-soaked features.

“Hold on,” Captain America says pleadingly, and you hear the worry in his voice as he practically sprints for the jet. “There’s a first aid kit in the jet. You’re going to be fine.”

Sam yanks the door closed as soon as the two of you are on the jet, strapped in and ready to go. Without a hitch, you’re shooting across the dark sky. Bucky turns, sympathy written in his eyes. He’s been through some horrible things, too. Wanda is curled up by Clint’s side, her face gaunt and her eyes closed. Scott’s already asleep, snoring like a jackhammer in the seat by the window.

“What if he hates me?” A sob escapes you, a testament to the still-fraying rope holding back your emotions. It won’t last much longer now. “Peter hates me, I hate me, I’m –”

(Y/n), do you want to know what I think?” Captain America asks kindly, kneeling down to look into your red-rimmed eyes, brimming with tears. He clasps your hands in his. It feels as though you’re holding the full blazing sun in your small palms, his so hot and yours so cold. “I have heard nothing but positives about Peter Parker. If this guy is as good a person as you seem to think he is, then I’m willing to bet he’ll forgive you when you apologize.”

Your chin trembles, a fresh round of tears threatening to fall. You lean forwards, pressing your face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

the gang’s crush - imagine

requested by anon - (thanks for requesting! it’s dialogue heavy but i hope u like it!)
warnings: none rlly, stuff i write usually will contain cursing though

The dog days of early August had always been the absolute worst in Tulsa - both you and the gang knew that real well. Days like that, you and the boys would normally hang at the Curtises’. After all, you’d known the Curtis brothers for quite some time; you used to go to school with Soda before he dropped out and you graduated. If you weren’t at your house or the Dingo, you just happened to be with at Curtis house with the rest of the gang. This time, a lazy Saturday, your only fan had broken and you knew it’d be nothing but agony sitting in the endless heat without anyone entertaining to talk to. So you decided to haul ass over to the Curtis house in Tulsa’s 102 degree heat, grateful that their house is no more than 2 minutes away.

Wiping small beads of sweat along your hairline, you closed their house’s gate and headed up the walkway before opening both the screen door and front door - you knew they never kept it locked. 

“Anyone hom-“ you started, before catching sight of nearly all the boys languidly lounging about the living room, most of them with their eyes closed. That’s when you caught sight of Two-bit sitting in front of a fan, making noises in it so that he’d hear his voice sound funny. Well, that was Two-bit for you. “Well, look who it is, boys!” Two said into the fan in an attempt to the gang to stir.

“For cryin’ out loud, Two, would you get your head outta that fan? You’re hoggin’ all the air, man,” Soda responded, ignoring what Two had previously said, his chest gleaming with sweat.

Two-bit laughed a little bit, reluctantly getting out of the way of the fan. “Boy, you all look real glad to see Y/N!” At the mention of your name, you saw a few eyelids fly open and a few boys actually sit up. Semi-energetic ‘hello’s echoed throughout the small living room. Dally and Darry were upright in the armchairs, Steve sat on the couch with Soda and Johnny and Pony were sitting around the coffee table.

“Well, hi there, Y/N!” Soda said, getting off of the couch while Pony began furiously wiping sweat off of his face with his t-shirt. “Come an’ sit. Want somethin’ to drink? I mean, it sure is hot today.” Soda made his way to the kitchen only to find that Two had moved from sitting in front of the fan to sitting in front of the refrigerator. You sat in the spot that Soda left, a little wet with sweat, which didn’t seem to bother you.

“Looks like we got coke, water, milk and beer. Anythin’ you want, Y/N?” Two asked from the kitchen.

“Keith, if you don’t close that icebox door, I’m gonna be closin’ that icebox door on you, y’hear?” Darry called back to Two.

“Alright, alright, Dar.” Two rolled his eyes and got out from the cold, opened fridge with a beer in hand. He stood up and made his way back to the living room and popped the cap of the bottle with the edge of the coffee table.

“Get me a glass of milk, Soda,” Dally demanded, his voice gruff with what seemed like exhaustion. ((”some guys my age, man”))

“If there’s any chocolate cake left, would you grab me a slice?” Steve asked, wiping a droplet of sweat off his cheek with his shoulder.  

“Yeah, you mind gettin’ me and Johnny a bottle of co-“ Pony started, before being cut off by Soda.

“Any of your names Y/N? You all got a pair of workin’ legs now, don’t you?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure my legs work, too. I’ll get my own water, Soda. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” you responded, getting off the sofa and walking into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass, until you’re stopped by Soda.

“No, Y/N, I’ll get it. Just go on and sit,” Soda insisted, grinning at you, grabbing your shoulders and taking you back into the living room.

“No, it’s alright, Soda. I’ll pour her a glass,” Two said, pushing past Soda to get back into the kitchen’s fridge.

“C’mon, I said that I’ll pour it, Two.” Soda pushed his way back into the kitchen as well, fighting with Two to get the pitcher. Two rolled his eyes and let Soda pour the cold water out the pitcher and into the glass.

“Y’know, I was thinking, guys - we should all go do somethin’ today,” Soda announced to the gang, putting the pitcher back into the fridge and shutting its door.

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind? Maybe the heat’s gettin’ to your brain, man,” Dal complained, rubbing his tensed eyebrows with his middle finger and thumb.

Soda had come back with the cold glass of water for you and sat on the armrest of the couch beside you. “Dally, we haven’t moved in the past three hours - we gotta do something.”

“No, Dal, Soda’s right. I could take you out for ice-cream if you’d like, Y/N,” Johnny offered, his head cocked to one side a little bit.

“We ain’t got the cash for that, Johnny. How ‘bout the pool, Y/N?” Pony suggested.

“The pool’s too far. But I think a barbecue sounds just right,” Steve butt in. “How ‘bout that, Y/N?”

“Well, how ‘bout we stay here with Y/N and just keep cool?” Darry finally said after a pretty deep sigh. Boy, you were glad that Dar had butt in. If you heard your name one more time, you thought you just might have exploded. But after weighing the opportunities, you decided that staying at the house was probably the best idea. You weren’t willing to make going outside and option, especially with the sun beating down like that.

“I gotta agree with Dally and Dar, here guys. It’s real brutal out there. The only pool we’d see today is the pool we’ll melt into, Pone,” you said, a small grin on your face about the joke you cracked. Pony seemed to find it pretty funny though what with his loud giggling.

“Although I sure wouldn’t mind seein’ you in a bikini, baby,” Dally said, looking at you with a faint smirk on his lips.

All the eyes in the room shifted to Dally who nonchalantly shrugged at their gaze. His little comment made your eyebrows furrow a little and it stopped Pony’s laughing. It wasn’t the first time Dal had said something like that, but it was almost never in front of the boys and never ‘baby’. “As if you jackasses weren’t thinkin’ the same thing.”

“C’mon, Dal, this is Y/N you’re talkin’ to. She ain’t just some broad,” Steve intervenes, clearly irritated that Dal would say something like that to you - which slightly surprised you since Steve already knew that this is just how Dally acts.

“‘Course she ain’t, Steve. Why are we all continuin’ with this charade?”

“What are you talking about, Dally?” you asked him. You didn’t have a clue as to what Dal meant. Unless he meant that the boys…

“God, Y/N, are you blind? They’re all droolin’ over you. Always have been. Told each other that no one in the gang is s’posed to go after you. Even Darry.”  

The guys are tripping over themselves for you? It took you a second to process this. All of these boys had been some of your greatest friends - and they’re drooling over you. It would explain why they’d been getting into so many arguments lately. How could have you not seen this? It all made sense, but you couldn’t believe it.

A roaring silence fell over the boys and yourself. That is, until you broke it.

“You guys…what? Is that true?”

“Well, c’mon, Y/N - is the sky blue?” Dal said.