fistful of tears

The Zodiac Signs’ Reactions to Being Insulted

*Holding back tears*: Pisces, Cancer, Gemini, Libra

*Raises fists*: Aries, Leo, Scorpio, Taurus, Capricorn

Snappy remark while walking away: Aquarius, Sagittarius, Virgo

concept: team voltron bonding

me: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach

me, holding back tears: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach with hunk and lance teaching everyone how to surf

me, physically choking on my sob: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach with hunk and lance teaching everyone how to surf and Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride playing in the background

me, on my knees, head tilted up to the sky, fist pumping at the air, tears rolling down my cheeks: NICE………

The first time the boys saw Trini full on mad (fist shaking, tears stinging her eyes, that damn tremble in her voice) was when Kim went missing for two days. Kim’s mental health declines and sometimes she just needs to get away so she hikes except this time she just keeps on walking and walking and by the time she’s stopped she has no idea where she is except that it’s quiet and peaceful so she turns her phone off and just lies on the roof of her car looking up at the stars.

When she comes back Trini slams her against the wall in the pit and curses at her, she keeps fluctuating very rapidly between English and Spanish as Kim just stares at her with this dumbfounded expression. Jason and Zack are all ready to grab Trini and Billy is trying to keep the peace when Trini stops yelling to kiss Kim and then she pulls back looks Kim dead in the eye and says “Don’t do that again” before stomping off leaving Kim a bisexual mess turning to Jason with a confused smile because “Jace, did I just get a girlfriend?”

the taste of your cherry chapstick

Summary: Punk!Phil has a crush, so when Pastel!Dan is manning a kissing booth for a school event, he finds himself showing up with a pound in his pocket.

Word count: 5364

Warnings: food

A/N:  Special thanks goes to Harley (@danslester) for giving me the idea for this fic and encouraging me as I was writing it, and to Gisele (@fringegaps) for reading it over and promising it was okay to post. (Also let me know if you’d be interested in seeing more of this version of Dan and Phil because they were fun to write and I have a few ideas.)

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anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!


YOOSUNG

  • Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 
  • “I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”
  • “I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”
  • “Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”
  • “Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 
  • She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content
  • The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious
  • But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going
  • So he looked for her
  • And he found her talking to some of his friends 
  • They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them
  • He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away
  • But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder
  • “I see you’ve met my girlfriend”
  • He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment
  • “She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”
  • “Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”
  • They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming
  • Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 
  • Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall
  • Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her
  • You’re mine” He growled
  • “Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses
  • “Yoosung what are you doing”
  • “Showing them who you belong to”
  • He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 
  • “Cmon, you still have a report to make”
  • “You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

  • Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in
  • She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low
  • Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said
  • “Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”
  • Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away
  • “Whoa there control yourself”
  • Zen pouted as they drove to their destination
  • There were many people, the crew included
  • Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC
  • She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm
  • But she was quite bored 
  • So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people
  • Zen was still nowhere to be found
  • One guy found his way to her and started talking to her
  • He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night
  • With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed
  • She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her
  • “You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked
  • MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 
  • She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body
  • “This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit
  • “If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”
  • The guy gulped as he left
  • “Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

  • MC was in his office again
  • I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day
  • She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes
  • They all adore her
  • They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers
  • She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her
  • She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused
  • These flowers even had notes in them like
  • ‘You are beautiful’
  • ‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’
  • ‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’
  • She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person
  • So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues
  • Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it
  • She was slightly embarassed to be honest
  • “Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”
  • Jumin stared at her blankly
  • Someone was… giving her flowers?
  • A sudden possesiveness came over him
  • Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate
  • So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier
  • So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found
  • This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no
  • So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only
  • Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

  • Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in
  • They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed
  • But MC still had to accomodate them
  • They starting snickering at her when she came over
  • “She’s so ugly” one said
  • MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted
  • She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away
  • But still she put a brave smile on
  • “What would you guys want to have?” She asked
  • “Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 
  • The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down
  • Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them
  • They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice
  • “If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 
  • MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away
  • Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion
  • MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek
  • “Thank you for saving me”
  • “Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”
  • The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk
  • And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

  • They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary
  • MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to
  • He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there
  • MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 
  • So here they are, hand in hand struting along
  • They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides
  • MC loved taking pictures with the mascots
  • She especially loved taking pictures with mickey
  • He was actually very… clingy
  • But MC being oblivious paid no mind
  • He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together
  • Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask
  • They both kind of fought for MC
  • Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand
  • MC thought it was super cute 
  • Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes
  • Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek
  • MC kissed it
  • “That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”
  • Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC
  • Seven was fuming
  • He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time
  • Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away
  • Seven breathed in relief
  • They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face
  • MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”
  • So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind
  • After enconding some things, he got up to look for her
  • And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her
  • This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it
  • They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist
  • Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss
  • They were practicically were making out in front of mickey
  • He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away
  • That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 
  • “Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red
  • He gave her a little peck on the lips 
  • “Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

  • They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them
  • Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them
  • Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it
  • I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone
  • So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found
  • Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid
  • So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other
  • His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity
  • But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled
  • She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea
  • Easy to fall over to the other side 
  • Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 
  • “You idiot, get down”
  • MC pouted
  • “Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”
  • “I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”
  • “Get down from where? I can’t hear you”
  • She made faces and giggled 
  • As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance
  • Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down
  • Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been
  • MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her
  • But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified
  • “G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry
  • MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 
  • Saeran tightly held her in his arms again
  • “I don’t want to lose you”
  • MC held him tighter
  • “You won’t, I promise”
Cheater

Pairing: Peter parker x reader 

Request: “OMG PLS DO A PETER PARKER IMAGINE BASED ON THE SONG CHEATER BY THE VAMPS AND CAN YOU MAKE IT HAVE A FLUFFY ENDING AND MAYBE A MAKEOUT OR SOME SHIT” - @blueskaikru

word count: 2953

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by buckybarnres

3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.

Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.

You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.

Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.

People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.

You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.

You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.

You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.

“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”

"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.

This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay at home?”

God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.

“Yeah  Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.

“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”

“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”

A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.

“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”

You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?

“Do what?”

“You know-the thing!”

She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?

“I will have sex with Mark”

For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.

Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”

The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.

“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”

“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”

“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”

Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.

“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”

“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”

“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”

He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”

“How dare you? Mark would never!”

You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.

“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”

Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.

“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”

This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.

You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.

“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”

With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.

You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”

“Let me make those choices”

With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.

Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.

He felt devastated, angry at that stupid  asshole  who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter.    He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.

Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.

However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.

He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.

He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.

Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you  that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.

The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.

Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.

Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.

“Stacy, you treat me so good”

Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.

“Y/n would never be this good”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!

Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his  place at a record time.

He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.

Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell.  You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.

“What are y-”

“You were right”

Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.

“About what?”

“Mark he- he was- he was with-”

You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.

But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.

Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.

Once again you found yourself between those arms.  Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.

“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”

“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”

You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.

“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”

You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.

“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.

Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.

You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.

“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”

His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.

“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”

You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.

He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you more than anything”

“I love you too, Peter”

And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.

“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”

With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.

Stiles angrily swipes at the already healed cuts on Derek’s arms. He’s fighting to keep the tears from unleashing, letting them build up like a dam.

“Stiles.”

Stiles shakes his head, lips pursed in frustration. “No Derek, you don’t get to talk.”

Derek sighs. “I’m fine. Everything has already healed. I’m ok.”

Stiles throws the antiseptic laced wipe on the ground and pushes Derek as hard as he can. 

“That may be the case asshole, but you still should have waited for backup!”

Derek tries to grab Stiles by the shoulders, but the spark gives him another shove.

“Why do you keep doing this Derek? You go in by yourself, claws all a-blazing, without stopping to think whether that’s a good idea or not. I know you’re the big bad Alpha and everything, but you have to remember you have a pack now. You can’t keep risking yourself like that. What would they do without you?”

Derek stops and looks at Stiles. His hands are in white-knuckled fists at his side, the tears he was trying to hold back are now streaming down his face. His shoulders are stiff, and his entire body is shaking. Stiles is looking at Derek with fear in his eyes, bottom lip trembling.

“What about you?”

Stiles relaxes slightly in confusion. “What about me? This isn’t about me!”

Derek takes a step forward. “What about you Stiles? What would you do without me?”

Stiles lets out a sob. “I couldn’t Derek. I couldn’t be without you. Please don’t do anything like this again. PLEASE. I need you to stay in one piece.”

Derek smiles. He cups Stiles’ cheek and brushes away the tears with his thumb. The shaking has stopped, but the tears remain, and a hopeful look graces Stiles’ face.

“Stiles.”

Derek cups Stiles’ other cheek and leans in to lightly kiss Stiles’ flushed lips.

“I’m sorry Stiles. I didn’t think.”

“No, you didn’t you jerk. Now I think you should kiss me again.”

Derek sighs. “Gladly.”

keith: shiro told me to lead voltron

allura: stares blankly at keith before laughing in his face for five minutes

keith: i–

allura: doubles over shriek laughing

keith: why are y–

allura: falls to her knees, banging on the floor with her fist, laugh-tears coming out of her eyes

keith: are y–

allura: (wiping tears from her eyes) sorry.. sorry I’m done

keith: okay. as i wa–

allura: (SNORT)

Pink {Bakugou Katsuki}

 I should be studying for my molecular biology exam, but instead I did a thing. 


Katsuhiko sniffles as he wipes his bloody nose on his ruined pink shirt. He wishes he didn’t believe his daddy. He wishes that he’d never even looked at that shirt. Maybe if he wasn’t so different he wouldn’t be crumpled in the wood chips under the plastic slide with the tattered shreds of fabrics barely clinging to his body. Katsuhiko crawls out from under the slide, standing with shaking legs and trembling fists.

Tears well in his eyes as he looks at his father. Boys don’t cry, they said as they pushed him down. Boys don’t wear pink either, they said as they ripped his shirt. But if daddy said it was okay, then he thought … Katsuhiko sniffles again, bringing his hands to his eyes. He walks slowly over to his father who is talking on the phone. His head is lowered as he rubs a bruise on his arm. Katsuhiko doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t demand to be acknowledged.

“I’ll pick up some medicine for Katsumi on the way home. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, babe, I know. It’s just a cold, babe, she’s not gonna fucking die. I’m not! Yeah, okay. Mm-hmm. He's—”

Bakugou pauses mid sentence when he lowers his gaze to see the red blood trailing down Katsuhiko’s chin. His grip tightens on his phone, and the glass cracks under his fingers.

“I’m going to call you back.”

Bakugou hangs up, crouching down before his small son.

“What the fuck happened?!” Bakugou asks in a tight voice, looking over his son’s beaten face, “Who the fuck did this?”

Katsuhiko hiccups as fat tears roll down his cheeks. He dives into his father’s chest, crying and wiping his face against Bakugou’s shirt. His tiny body is trembling as his fist grasp for his father’s comforting arms. Bakugou lifts his son, patting him on the back, trying to quell his crying the best he can.

“Hiko, I need you to tell me what happened,” Bakugou says, more gently.

“A m-mean boy c-c-called me n-names,” Katsuhiko blubbers, “A-And he m-m-m-messed up my shirt.”

“Who.”

Katsuhiko points to a boy standing at a bench before his own father. Bakugou’s eye twitches. He looks back at Katsuhiko, setting him down gently. He cups his son’s face, wiping his wet cheeks and then his nose. He shrugs off his jacket and places it over Katsuhiko’s shoulders before ruffling his short blond hair. Bakugou sits his son on the bench and gives him a stern finger, telling him to stay before, stalking over to the bully and his piece of shit father.

“Hey, fuck face!”

The father raises a greasy brow, “Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, I’m talking to you! You need to raise that little piece of shit better!” Bakugou roars, pointing to the kid, “My son is sitting over there beat the hell up!”

The father runs his hand through his thinning hair before huffing air out of his nose, “Aren’t you a hero? You shouldn’t be talking to civilians that way.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my fucking public appearance when my son is being bullied!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have raised a little sissy boy that likes wearing pink.”

Bakugou’s eye twitches. This is about a fucking shirt? The shirt that Bakugou encouraged him to wear. He told him it was all right, and this is where it got him … a bloody nose and bruises. Bakugou’s palms spark as his blood pressure rises. His hair stands on end, teeth scraping together as his jaw tightened.

“First of all, it’s not pink, it’s salmon, you uncultured fuck!” Bakugou roars as punches his fist into the palm of his hand, setting off an explosion, “Secondly, who gives a shit if my boy wears pink! It’s a fucking shirt! He’s six years old, you prick. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants!”

Bakugou looms over the man, crimson eyes sweltering.

“I fucking dare you to say some shit about my son again,” he growls in a low voice, “Fucking do it and see what happens.”

Sweat rolls down the man’s fat neck as his breath quickens. Bakugou looks at the pathetic excuse for a man cowering before him. Sissy? Who’s the fucking sissy now? Bakugou snorts before shooting a look at the young bully.

“And you,” he growls in a softer voice, “Don’t be a fucking dick. If you’re known as the bully, it’s a fucking hard place to come back from, believe me. Understand me, brat?”

The kid nods rapidly, looking from Bakugou to his nearly unconscious father. He turns on his heel, returning to Katsuhiko still sitting quietly on the bench where he left him. Bakugou picks him up, hugging him tightly with one of his large hands on Katsuhiko’s head. He whispers something in his son’s ear and presses a quick kiss to his temple. Katsuhiko pauses, feeling tears well in his eyes again.

“Do you understand me, Hiko?”

He nods, pressing his face into the crook of his father’s neck.

“Good,” Bakugou says, “Let’s go home.”


“Wear whatever the fuck you want, love who you want, do what you like. I am your dad. I will always be behind you and I’ll never stop loving you.”

Part 14 of Lance Bonding w/ The Lions!!!!!!!

Lance took a deep breath as he faced his Lion. He didn’t want the others to know, but he was nervous. Him? Talk to the original Blue Paladin? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He glanced over his shoulder to see his team giving him reassuring and encouraging smiles. Keith smiled warmly and gave him a small thumbs up. Lance’s eyes softened and smile back. He took another deep breath.
“Okay. Let’s do this.”
Lance slowly made his way into his Lion, taking his time. As he say into the pilot seat, Lance wiped his sweating palms on his pants and glanced worriedly around the cockpit.
“Uh, hey ole Blue. It’s your Lancey Lance! Um..I don’t know how to do this, but can I talk to the first Blue Paladin?”
Lance waited and could feel Blue come to life, but he was answered with silence.
“Uh..Blue? Beautiful?”
Lance pressed his face again the controls, giving his best puppy dog eyes and he petted Blue.
“Come on, Blue. You know you’re my favorite Lion. You’re the best Lion.”
Still silence, but he could feel Blue’s amusement. He threw himself back in the seat and rubbed a hand across his face.
“Alright, well there goes that. Is they’re some magic word or something?”
Lance raised up, eyes bright and excited. He stood up and straightened out his clothes. “Alright Blue, you asked for it. EXPELLIARMUS!!!”
Lance could feel Blue start to laugh inside his head.
“Well how ‘bout a EXPECTO PATRONUM!!! Or WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!! Oh sorry. WINGARDIUM LEVI-OH-SA!!!!”
By this time the other Lions had joined on the laughter. What Lance didn’t know was that the team could still hear him.
“Uh…is he screaming out random Harry Potter spells?” Shiro asked, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face.
“Yes. Yes he is.” Pidge answered, cackling madly.
Keith just face palmed and shook his head while Coran leaned over to Allura, whispering “What the quiznak is a Harry Potter?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Alright, Lance!! Shut up with the Harry Potter crap and talk to your damn Lion!” Keith shouted.
Lance jumped at the shout and nearly shrieked. He felt his face warm, finally realizing the team just heard everything he said.
“Why don’t you come up and make me?” He shouted back.
Pidge intervened before Keith could respond. “Lance quit flirting. You can do that later!”
Lance scoffed. “You call that flirting? THIS is flirting! Hey Keith, I always knew that you were part alien because that ass is out of this world.” And with a gasp, Lance suddenly found himself in a strange place.

It was grassy, with a few trees scattered along the distance. Lance reached down and touched the soft blades of grass. He could feel it, but everything seem slightly…off. It clicked. Lance knew where he was. He looked up to the sky in bewilderment and exclaimed, “All I had to do was flirt? Flirting got me here?!”
He didn’t expect anyone to answer, so he wasn’t surprised when no one did. There was just silence. Lance sighed and dramatically threw himself in the grass. It was surprisingly soft. It didn’t tickle him or pick him through his clothes. It was almost like a bed. Lance threw an arm over his eyes. “
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Lance sat up and looked around, when an idea popped into his head. Flirting got him here in the first place, so it seemed like a logical plan. “Uhh, hey baby. You’ve got a great GRASS!” And lamely finished with his signature finger guns. “Did you just really flirt with grass?”
Lance whipped around to where the voice came from. There stood a blue figure, wearing a light red and yellow open vest that showed off more of his blue torso. He also wore a smirk that could compete against Lance’s.
“N-No! I was just-well, you see-not that the grass is ugly-not that grass turns me on-” Lance’s rambling was cut off my the alien’s loud chuckles. Lance flushed a bright shade of red before it all clicked.
“Wait…you’re the original Blue Paladin. Aren’t you?”
The man smile warmly and opened his arms, presenting himself. “Guilty as charged. The name’s Blaytz.”
Lance shook the hand that was offered to him. “And mine is Lance.”
“And since you’re here talking to me, you must be the True Blue Paladin.”
Lance suddenly cast aside his gaze, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. I guess so.”
Blaytz brow furrowed. “Whoa whoa, kid. Why the long face? You’re the True Blue Paladin! That automatically gives you attractive points. In fact, I’m a little jealous. You should be thrilled! Blue chose you!”
Lance turned his gaze to the former Paladin. “That’s just it, isn’t it? Everybody is telling me how proud they are, and how I should be proud, that I’m special. But I’m not.”
Lance clenched his fists, tears springing to his eyes.
“I’m nowhere near the pilot Keith is, or the leader like Shiro and Allura are. I’m not smart like Hunk or Pidge, or know my way around the castle like Hunk.”
Lance didn’t stop the tears from falling, not even bothering to wipe them away.
“I’m just a boy from Cuba. A human! And you’re an alien who probably has like superhuman strength or can cut onions without crying.” Lance chuckled wetly at that.
“See? That’s all I’m good for. I’m the team goofball. I don’t know why Blue chose me to be her Paladin in the first place, let alone chose me to be the True Blue Paladin. I didn’t even mean bond with the other Lions! It’s just kinda…happened. I was just being myself.”

A few moments passed, the only noise being Lance’s hiccups between sobs. Blaytz then walked over to Lance, placing his hands on Lance’s shoulders, getting his attention. He gave him a small lopsided grin.
“Lance, don’t you get it? That’s why Blue chose you. You weren’t looking to be the True Blue or form bonds with all the Lions. You were being yourself. Blue and all the other Lions saw something in you, something special. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t have bonded with you. And trust me, I know Blue. She wouldn’t have chosen just some pathetic human as her Paladin, especially her True Paladin. And it wasn’t just your good looks either.”
He said with a wink. Lance laughed at that, wiping his eyes across his sleeve.
“I dunno. I am pretty attractive. My skin is flawless.”
The alien clapped a hand on Lance’s back, chuckling and shaking his head.
“There we go, getting back to normal. But seriously, don’t sell yourself short. You trust Blue and the other Lions, right?”
Lance nodded his head in confidence.
“So trust them on this. They all chose you. Blue thinks highly of you. Our thought our melded now, so I know all about it and you. And you’re definitely special. One of a kind! And not just a boy from Cuba.”
Lance gave him a watery smile and threw his arms around the blue alien.
“Thank you. For everything.”
Blaytz returned the hug. “You’re absolutely welcome Lance.”
He pulled back and gave Lance a large grin. “Well, I think it’s time you went back to your team. Don’t want to keep them waiting.”
“Uh, there’s just one problem about that. I don’t know how.”
Blaytz smirked and began to walk away. “You’ll figure it out. You’re a lot smarter than I am.” Lance gave him a wink.
“I don’t know about that, but prettier? Definitely.”
Lance suddenly found himself back in his Lion, the faint laugh of Blaytz still in his ears. Lance blinked hazily and laughed breathlessly.
“Flirting again? Is that the answer to all my problems? Or is that just the Blue way?”
Lance could almost feel Blue roll in amusement. “Okay girl. Let’s go meet our team.”

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak

–R.I.

Click for: [Part 2]

Click for: [Jaehee]


Yoosung

He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.

Zen

From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.

Jumin

From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.

Seven

This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

PART 2: [Here]

anonymous asked:

So I'm really needing some bughead multiple orgasms or denied orgasm smut and I'm blushing so hard as a read this 😳😳😳 the phrase "don't come" does crazy things to me...

Well hello anon! You’re blushing? You should see me after writing this haha

Sorry for the wait on this one! I hope this is sort of what you were after!

warnings: smut. smut. smut. sin. smut. more sin. more smut. I’m going to hell because smut. 


In the Night: 

It’s late; her room shrouded with darkness, the soft pinks and coordinated pastels disappearing into shades of black. Betty likes the nights. She likes the stillness outside her window, the insanity of the town fading away for a few hours as the people slept. The line drawn between the North and South sides of Riverdale ever so stark in the day, blurring into the cloak of ebony; still inherently there, but easier to ignore.  

But there was one thing about the nights that she liked far more than any of its rivals. And that thing was the dark haired boy that climbed through her window as the hours of late night morphed into early morning.

He would clamber through the frame sometimes with a charming smile on his lips and a light in his eyes, sometimes with a deep frown and a tense jaw. Sometimes he would find her with clenched fists and tear stained cheeks, other nights a playful smirk and a teasing comment. His beanie discarded, her hair down they would talk into the next day about school, movies, books and his new home, about civil wars and leather jackets, about well-established facades, jailed fathers, pregnant sisters, and struggling friends.

Sometimes they would lie comfortably on the bed, leaning into each other, subtle brushes of hands on skin or through hair. And other nights-nights like this one- their embraces were much more passionate, their intent far from innocent. On nights like this, they would muffle moans in pillows and necks; make the other writhe as they succumbed to the inferno they had built. Their eyes would meet heady and dark, a breath would hitch, a groan would resound, fingers reaching, filthy words whispered in ears. It was slow and sensual, hot and heavy, fast and passionate; an intricate push and pull of control.

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