Yo could you share some of your headcanons for the deh kiddos :O ?! I'm really curious!!
*cracks knuckles* HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT (these are generally feel-good and going off of a Connor Lived And Everything Gets Better AU set of ten [+ one extra] headcanons for the kids where they’re all friends)
I’m late to the party but the adult ladybug designs are so!!! good!!! Could not leave her without her partner though, so I had a go at designing adult Chat Noir ♥︎ (I headcanon that he’d have his hair down as Chat and up in pretty hairstyles as Adrien)
I commissioned her to draw the both of us together (that’s me on the left and Eden on the right) as if we were taking a selfie. We live so far away that it’s difficult to do that irl but ONE DAY!!!! ;_; ONE DAAAAAY. This photo’s gonna be my motivation to work hard, hustle and save up so I can meet my internet friends! ^O^
Anyways I’ve been squealing over this the whole damn day. It’s so pretty!!!! I’ll never be over it. Never.
always trying to surprise you (scare you) when you don’t expect it, all just to say hi or something
while he’s always super confident and stupid with Fred, before actually asking you out he’d be ever so slightly more awkward around you
Like he’d still be stupid don’t get me wrong, but he’d be more careful what to say
admiring you from afar before he grew the balls to actually talk to you
Fred fucking notices
Ginny being your biggest shippers
he’d try to play it cool that he’s dating you but is actually super giddy about it
“I told her to wear that shirt today how good does she look”
“Did I tell you this thing about Y/N…”
“Y/n got a 90% on her Transfig exam can you believe it”
“I don’t even talk about her that much shut up”
stealing each other’s food
like even if you were in other houses
you’d make up such elaborate and insane strategies to steal like a single potato wedge
him trying to make you laugh 24/7
him helping you with homework
because he’s secretly so smart but keeps it under wraps
“George when did you even get smart”
not gross PDA but the occasional hand holding
him telling Fred how much he likes you
“omg Fred she looked at me did you see that”
“god her hair looks pretty, like it always does but it needs saying”
*ears prick up* “that was so Y/n’s laugh I know her laugh and that was it”
“ah, Fred, she looked at me again”
“Fred I think she might have a crush on me”
“George you’re DATING”
saying comments for the soul purpose to get you to blush
o v e r p r o t e c t i v e
“George did you do the potions homework?”
“What potions— FUCK”
natural lounging position: his arm around you lazily
Fred would 100% say things about you to get him jealous
like Fred would say something like “Looking good Y/n” with a wink
George would just go quiet and have the iconic Weasley response of annoyance: red ears
having to reassure him that you’re only his
of course he believes you because he loves you
this was super long I apologise if you made it this far I congratulate you
Request: Could you make a ’_____ with George Weasley would include’ post because I’ve seen a bunch with Fred but I can’t find any with George. Thanks a million!!
I HAVE WANTED TO DO ONE OF THESE FOR AGES! Also turns out I read it wrong so I did the standard ‘Dating whoever would include’ sorry! I never had any inspiration to do one of these but here was my loooong attempt
The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.
She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.
So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”
Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.
“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”
Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.
She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.
But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.
“You here with Wells?”
“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”
“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.
Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.
Hi, can I get a headcanon where the RFA gang (+ minior trio) were friends first with MC before they start dropping clues that they want to be in a romantic relationship with MC but MC is so innocently oblivious to it all?
I love!! This request!! Ahh, becoming friends, slowly - bit by bit - falling into the bottomless pit of love and then desperately trying to convey your feelings only to be met with a veritable wall of unrepentant cluelessness…
Let’s start with Yoosung, shall we?
you are Yoosung’s video game buddy and boy howdy does he have a crush on YOU
The only way he knows how to express it tho is through the world of LOLOL so he acts SUPER CUTESY to you there. Like quasi-rping your husband cutesy.
“This is my waifu =^-^=“, jokes like that, and the two of you own a house together in LOLOL so you’re all domestic in decorating it.
He also acts super protective of you. Like, if you’re low on health he’ll heal you if he can, and he’ll get really into defending you if you’re in trouble
he sends you ingame jewelry and items and stuff. “Oh, I thought this would look cute on your character!” “You need these stats, right?” etc etc.
you are oblivious
You of course give back a much as you can - you also like showering Yoosung with stuff and appreciation.
Everyone thinks you’re e-dating.
At some point, someone is like, “LMAO you know MC is probably a dude in RL right”
and he’s like “HAH NO I’VE SEEN HER IRL AND SHE’S SUPER CUTE”
He kind of hopes you’ll GET IT when he asks you if you want to get ingame married
You say yes because of the benefits (new hairstyles, emotes, clothes, and the ability to teleport to each other? HECK YEAH)
So Yoosung has literally internet married you but still not actually gotten a date.
Okay, time to step up his game. He starts mailing you…
FLOWERS. Digital flowers. He sends tons of them to your inbox.
You’re still like “oh haha awwhhh how cute” and Yoosung finally, FINALLY works up the courage to actually say it bluntly.
He does it on Valentine’s Day where he asks you on a date. A real date. Like with real feelings.
PLEASE BE MY REAL LIFE GIRLFRIEND
holy shit how many ways can this dude say “I am super into you” without actually saying “I am super into you please DATE ME”
seriously. selfies 24/7, constant compliments, invites you to every show
“You’re so cute I can hardly stand it….”
you think he’s like that to everyone. like, he sort of is… but you’ve been friends for so long. why would he be flirting with you now? It must be a joke.
definitely a joke
(you fan yourself: it is definitely a joke)
he starts asking you to help him practice lines but ONLY for couples
He starts calling you his “princess” and “babe” and the names of whatever leading lady you’re “playing”
He asks you for selfies all the time too
You say you got a new top? “SHOW ME”
New necklace? “SHOW ME”
He’s so supportive and always rooting for you. Whenever you have some public thing to do (like a presentation or a speech or something) HE’S RIGHT THERE IN THE FRONT ROW
Like it is SO OBVIOUS he is nuts for you and you’re just dense.
He’s kind of thinking that he’s being so obvious that you must not like him because?? How could you not realize?
HE GIVES YOU FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATES FOR VALENTINES DAY FOR PETE’S SAKE
U JUST THINK HE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU
You hear him turn down someone who just asked him out by saying “I’m sorry, I like someone else”
and you’re like WHO
SPILL THE DIRT
he won’t tell you because DUH but you keep pressing because!!! you have to know!!!
After this continues for a good long while he’s just like IT’S YOU
wise man’s tree conundrum, b/c Im writin tonight….on the one hand, I can’t have Percy n’ Vex flirt too much b/c this is Victorian Era-ish and that would be SCANDALOUS
on the other, Percy has spent five years in isolation and gives 0 fucks about social cues, and Vex has basically decided that if her dad’s gonna disinherit her and she’s almost too old to be married welp might as well BURN THAT MOTHERHECKER’S REPUTATION DOWN and y’know it’s still Vex, like, flashes-a-stadium-full-of-strangers Vex.
so y’know I guess….what’s the Victorian equivalent of…….fla sh ing someone…?
okay but let's talk weddings. what would a shallura wedding be like? what kind of people are the members of the Voltron crew at weddings? who cries bc they're single, who gets drunk, who dances on the table, who brought way too many people with them, who's overly emotional? let's get all the wedding clichés on the table and put names on it, i want a wedding prep au
thank you for this ask honestly bc can you even imagine the Chaos Level
Lance sobs. Like Hunk is gonna be shedding some Real Tears too but Lance is a mess. He’s balling, he’s overwhelmed.
“They grow up so fast….” “Lance I’m older then you.” [blows nose] “I still remember when you said your first words”
“Lance are you crying”
[tears are streaming down his face, 10 different people have already offered him tissues, he’s literally curled up in a fetal position on the floor]
Lance is also the one who gets Super Drunk and makes the ridiculous irrelevant speeches at the toast.
“I would like to take this opportunity to formally say, that the time when all of Keith’s hair gel went missing and everyone assumed it was the mice. That was me. I tried it and it made my hair look weird so i threw it all out the airlock”
[silverware clattering to the floor] “I KNEW IT”
Hunk personally caters the entire event. Literally no one else is allowed to so much as suggest any kind of food. Hunk’s Got This. Also, touch anything before it’s ready and Prepare For Death.
Lance tried to eat the wedding cake batter and he still won’t talk about what happened to this day.
He just whimpers slightly and leaves the room asap.
Pidge is the reluctant flower child. The team literally drew straws over the position and Pidge got the short end of the bargain.
Hunk ends up joining Pidge on the wedding day though bc he really wanted to wear a skirt and bunch of flowers in his hair and he just makes the whole experience really Good.
Pidge rides on his shoulders down the aisle and they all end up having a pretty fun time.
Coran is Allura’s maid of Honor you can’t fight me on this one.
He also walks her down the aisle.
Lance and Keith are basically Allura’s Tag Team Bridesmaids. Lance has literally been to a billion weddings bc of his huge family so he has the whole thing d o w n. He helps Allura pick out her dress, shoes, earnings and whatnot. Allura is so overwhelmed at this point that she kind of just lets him speed around and do whatever.
Coran demands to be in on Every Choice but really it’s all Lance. Coran makes weird Uncle Fashion Decisions but his intentions are good at heart so a lot of his funky suggestions get incorporated into the outfit.
In the end Lance pulls everything together and Allura looks like a goddamn Goddess so All is Well.
Keith does her hair and makeup, like really, really well. Scary well. Lance has to help him with the braids (“Keith that’s not how a braid works” “Shut up lets see you do better” “dude I have like five sisters move.”) but all in all she looks Fabulous so it’s a success.
Nobody can figure out where Keith’s make up skills came from.
“Where did you learn to do this??”
“‘S jus a hobby.”
Keith catches the bouquet
Lance is jealous as shit that Keith caught it and not him.
“No fair!! I wanted to get married next Keith don’t be fucking Rude”
“Fuck off Sanchez I caught it first and it’s not like we can both be the next to get married”
Everyone: [looks into the camera like they’re on the office]
Everyone dances and has a Good Time
Yes even Keith
He’s a really shitty dancer but he’s drunk and Alive For Once
He will regret every single choice he made in the morning but right now there is No Stopping Him
Lance is Extra Drunk and is absolutely dancing on the table to Shakira. Lance stop. Get down from there. Keith what are you doing don’t encourage him don’t join him on the table Keith. Keith no. Are you kidding me.
Shiro gives up trying to control his children after Pidge takes over the DJ booth because there’s no going back from that
Everybody laughs and cries at least a little but all in all everyone is Happy and Having A Grand Ol Time
“It’s just a few hours,” you told yourself, as you curled your hair in front of the bathroom mirror, “then you can come home and relax.”
You breathed deeply and slowly to calm the rush of anxiety coursing through you. You felt it in your stomach, the tight feeling all the while your mind tried to convince you of how everyone would be staring at you, thinking negatively on everything you were wearing, who you were with and what you would say. It was hard to keep the unhealthily negative thoughts out of your mind, but you were really trying. After all, this was for your boys, if it meant a lot to them, it meant a lot to you.
“Almost ready, Love?” John called from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Y-yeah, just about,” you said with confidence, or as much as you could gather at the moment.
Finishing the curls you spritzed some hairspray around them to keep them in place. Adding a necklace your boys had gotten you for your birthday, you opened the door and walked to the main entrance of the house. Finding your boys in their suits you smiled. They looked so dapper and handsome all polished up for the big party, held by none other than Thomas Jefferson himself.
“You look wonderful, mon Amour,” Lafayette kissed the side of your cheek.
“He’s not wrong, you know,” Hercules was next to twirl you around, admiring how the dress he had made for you fit perfectly along your curves.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” you over heard Alex say in frustration.
Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.
She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”
There’s an unexpected pause on the line.
“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”
“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”
Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”
“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”
Hi,i love your blog,I spent all night reading your stories,Prompt idea remember when Betty suggests "Rebel without cause",and they just share a smile.Can you maybe add a backstory to it?
I’m sorry this is so late! But here ya go!
“Maybe… rebel without a cause?”
Jugheads head snapped up at her answer, shooting her his gorgeous smile, followed by an eye roll, the smile never leaving his face.
She looked back at him and smiled, she knew he was thinking the same thing as she was.
Flashback to six years ago, it was Betty’s birthday and she was turning ten.
Jughead could remember clearly the way she was practically shaking with excitement
“I’m double digits now juggie, just like you, and I can’t believe mom and dad finally said I could have a party with some of the kids in our class, were having triple chocolate cake!”
Betty was growing into herself, slowly, and that meant the baby fat all the other girls had lost by now, still was present on her body.
Jughead didn’t care, he thought she looked just fine to him, all the other girls looked sick, had they never had a hamburger.
Unfortunately for Betty, it gave the vicious elementary school kids a perfect excuse to pick on her.
Jughead was in the same boat due to his second hand clothing and enormous appetite.
“You know that’s my favorite bets, I’m for sure getting the first piece.” He teased
“Not on my birthday you’re not forsythe” she smacked his shoulder when suddenly her eyes caught onto their familiar red headed best friend .
Tugging jughead along she ran to Archie
“Archie! You’ll be at my birthday party tonight right.” Betty asked
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Hey jug!”
Jughead smiled at his best pal
They talked for the length of recess before the school bell rang.
The rest of the day dragged for both ten year olds.
Finally it was time for Betty’s party and he found himself in front of her door knocking with his signature three taps.
Alice opened the door and smiled
“Forsythe, come on in Betty should be down any minute.”
Alice was a great mom, and she loved Betty and her sister more than anything.
As he headed to the snack table his eyes caught a flash of pink and suddenly the pretzel he was about to put in his mouth was on the ground.
Betty was standing at the top of the stairs in a soft pink dress. Her hair looked like sunshine falling down her back in golden waves.
She was so pretty.
She finally reached Jughead, twirling around
“What do you think?”
He couldn’t speak
“Nice dress , uh real nice”
“Thanks” she beamed tugging him to the couch “let’s wait over here for a few minutes for everyone else to show up.”
Minutes turned to hours and suddenly it was eight o clock at night.
The party was over.
No one had shown up.
Suddenly the blare of a car horn drew their attention to the window.
There was Archie, getting out of Jason blossoms dads car and waving before walking into his own home.
Before he could register what was going on Betty was in his arms. Crying.
“No one came, no one at all. Not even Archie” she sobbed into his chest.
His ten year old brain didn’t even hesitate, he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed circles into her back “I know. I know”. After what felt like years Betty pulled away, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
“Thanks Jughead , for being here on my birthday, I can always count on you.”
Jughead didn’t want her tenth birthday to end like this.
“Hey the party doesn’t have to end here, there’s still plenty of snacks and I bet my mom would let me sleep over and we can stay up and watch movies.”
Betty sniffled, bringing her watery eyes up to him
He scrambled to get up and move to their VHS case, grabbing the first one he saw ,he handed it to her.
She took the movie smiling slightly, her eye brows wrinkling in confusion
“Rebel without a cause?”
He had no clue what the heck that movie was
“Oh sure, that’s a great one! Well what are you waiting for pop it in!”
She laughed for the first time getting up and placing the movie in and moving to cuddle up next to him on the sofa.
For the next two hour they laughed so hard they cried, stuffed themselves with cake and eventually fell asleep wrapped up in the same blanket.
Walking into the living room Alice stopped in her tracks, smiling softly.
She was so grateful for her baby girls best friend, he had saved her a lot of heart ache tonight.
Taking out her camera she snapped a picture.
Oh shoot, she should probably call jugheads mother!
Summary: Sam and Y/N are pretty calm when it comes to sex. But Sam wants to try something new. He’s a little nervous not knowing how she’ll react to having anal sex.
Characters: Sam Winchester. Reader
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader
Warnings: NSFW, anal sex, unprotected sex (suit up), oral sex (female receiving), language
Word Count: 2,675
Can you do one about anal sex with Sam? -Anonymous
A/N: a Thanks @impala-dreamer for beta reading this. I hope y'all enjoy feedback is welcomed.
Y/N is sitting there on the bed staring at me with those big and beautiful Y/E/C eyes. I’m leaning against the wall, watching as the book she was reading slowly slips out of her hands. She’s in shock but hell, I guess any normal girl would be too after what I just asked of her. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears flush as her jaw drops slightly. The poor thing must be replaying my words over and over in her head, unsure of what she should say.
“Hey,” I finally speak up, running my fingers through my hair, “it’s like I said, we don’t need to do it I was-” I clear my throat, running my hand over my slightly stubbled chin, her eyes are locked on mine, “I was just wanting to know if you were interested in trying it.”
Anonymous said: Hi! I hope you are taking request. Could write one where the reader and crush are good friends and the reader gets jealous when her crush wants to describe her the girl he likes not knowing it is actually her. Or something like the crush thinks the reader likes his best friend and gets really jealous, with a fllufy ending. I don’t know, I like the idea of one of them getting jealous lol
Anonymous said: Can you write a hatelove imagine?:) and c/ngets jealous when you are a bit too close with an other guy… 😝 i love cliche :D
Anonymous said: Hi, I literally just read all of your imagines, I love them! Could you do something where y/n has a sort of love/hate relationship with c/n and they argue all the time but she secretly likes him and one day he gets frustrated and kisses her roughly?
A/N: Combined these because they were all pretty similar. Honestly, my writing is shit.
O/g/n: Other guy’s name
Him. His stupid hair. His stupid smile. His stupid laugh. His stupid eyes. His stupid voice. His stupid face. His stupid body. His stupid self. Him.
I hated him.
And I had to spend my fucking free time with him now because we were both paired up to do a huge history project that was worth half our fucking grade. He was none too pleased with our teacher either and if there was one thing we agreed on it was that we didn’t work well together.
I slammed my palm into the steering wheel of my car in my frustration, causing it to honk.
“Woah, guess I’ll have to add anger management problems to the list of things that make you scary,” c/n said from the passenger seat of my car, raising up his hands in mock surrender.
“Yeah, and make sure you write down the cause of it. Actually, never mind, you probably don’t even know how to write your own name,” I plastered an obviously fake smile on my face, glancing at him.
“Well, I may not be able to write it well, but at least I can contain my temper better than some people,” He said, taking off his snapback only to pass a large hand through his full, thick hair and place it back on.
Normally, I didn’t care that boys did that but when he did it, my insides twisted with agitation.
“Too bad you can’t contain your annoying personality,” I mumbled, squeezing the steering wheel.
If he heard that, he didn’t mention it.
After a painful drive to my house full of bickering and me slapping c/n’s hands away from the radio because he had terrible taste in music, we finally made it to my house.
“Next time you need a ride, call an Uber, because I am not driving your lame ass around like a damn chauffeur, dealing with your shit every time we get together for this fucking project,” I grumbled, walking to get a snack from the kitchen.
“My god, y/n, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” c/n asked, a hand resting over his chest in mock shock.
He walked to the couch and slumped down into it, taking the books out from his backpack. I walked into the living room, sitting at the other end of the couch, farthest from him.
“And I told you before already,” he continued, “This is the only time you’ll have to be picking me up and dropping me off. My parents are out of town and my siblings are off doing god knows what with the remaining cars. So, this will be the first and last time you’ll be having to do a favor for me, thank god.”
I rolled my eyes, huffing as I stuffed another chip into my mouth. Hurriedly, I grabbed the books and supplies from a side table where I had left them earlier, prepared and ready for our Saturday project session.
“Whatever. Did you bring that book we need?” I asked, studying some of the detail on our version of the Roman coliseum.
“Yes, mother,” He rolled his eyes, scooting down onto the floor, so he could work better on the structure we were close to finishing.
He’d laid the book on the table in a position that was easy for both of us to read. We worked in silence, except for our bickering of the placement of certain things and if it was perfect enough.
Arguing with him got me worked up in a way that I couldn’t explain. Getting him mad was addicting. The way his eyebrows scrunched and his face flushed, veins in his neck and forehead bulging if I managed to really get under his skin. Not even half-way through, he’d thrown his snapback off, and his hair had been messed with so many times it stood in all different directions. If I didn’t hate him so much I’d say he looked adorable.
But I did hate him. And he most certainly was not adorable. Or hot. Regardless of what all the girls at school whispered about him. It only angered me more when I heard them talk about how delicious he looked, sweating in his gym clothes at school, or if he was as good a kisser as everyone thought he’d be based on how his lips looked. Some part of me was satisfied he’d been paired with me and not any of those girls. Because if they tried to make a move on him it’d be have to be in school and not the safety of their homes. And instead of getting a googly-eyed girl stroking his ego, he’d ended up with me, someone who challenged him and wasn’t a part of the c/n fanclub.
In my reverie, I’d been leaning over our structure, not noticing the close proximity my body had come into with c/n’s. My face was set in concentration while trying to glue a piece onto the structure. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice that the side of my body was pressed right up against the side of c/n’s. I needed another piece to attach to the piece I was already gluing on so I reached behind me to grab the bag of them off the side table.
This was a bad move. My breasts pressed flush up against c/n’s arm. C/n turned his upper body to me, a look of surprise on his face. I squeaked and lost my balance as I was leaning forward to reach the table behind c/n and instead ended up falling against him, our chests flush against each other now.
It all happened so fast that instead of putting us upright, c/n fell with my force. I ended up on top of him, him laying under me and our startled breaths intermingling as we stared wide eyed at each other.
The first thing that registered was how solid and firm he was under me. I felt the muscles in his stomach contract through his thin henley as our silence went on prolonged and we studied each other’s faces. I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were or how he had a small scar just at the top of his forehead. I felt an urge to ask him how he’d gotten it.
His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, large and warm, making my skin burn at the contact. My eyes slid shut as I felt his thumbs gliding over my skin in circles, caressing me in a way that made me want to moan.
That’s when I snapped my eyes open. Realizing the inappropriate position I was in with a guy I absolutely loathed. Nope, nope, nope!No way was I letting his annoying ass think he could seduce me. I jolted clumsily upright, still in shock of what I’d just done, what he’d just done. Instead of swiftly getting off him though, I ended up almost falling backwards. My core was in direct contact with his and I squeaked at the feel of a large bulge, as I awkwardly climbed off him, resisting the urge to grind down into him. He let out a strangled noise that almost sounded pained as I did this and my whole body flushed with heat.
Holy shit. My arch-nemesis just got a boner. And I caused it.
“Your hair is so soft. Here, feel mine,” o/g/n dipped his head.
Giggling, I ran my hands through his hair. It felt very silky, but suddenly I was picturing c/n’s hair between my fingers and not o/g/n’s. God, was I ever going to recover from that weird moment c/n and I had shared?
“It’s definitely silkier than mine. I mean, god, you must use more product than most girls I know,” I joked, laughing.
“It’s worth it. Especially since if I can get a certain pretty girl to run her hands through it,” o/g/n winked at me.
“Jesus, o/g/n, don’t you have something better to do than subject people to your horrible flirting techniques. Me and y/n have business to discuss,” c/n suddenly appeared next to o/g/n.
I watched, shocked, as the two guys in front of me engaged in a weird stare down. C/n’s jaw ticked, and I noticed his hands were fisted around his backpack straps.
“Yes, we have a project we’re doing and I need to ask her a question,” c/n spat back.
“Wow, it’s like I can almost feel the testosterone polluting the air. Look, I’ll talk to you later, o/g/n,” I smiled at him, as the two boys turned to face me almost like they’d forgotten I was standing there.
O/g/n left with a “see ya” and another strange, heated look to c/n, which was promptly returned to him.
“What the hell?” I yelled at him.
“What the hell, what, y/n,” c/n asked, crossing his arms.
“That was way out of line and you know it. I get you’re an asshole to me, but you don’t have to go and ruin my chances at meeting decent people,” I scowled.
“Please, I did you a favor, interrupting that weird interaction you guys were having. Does the guy have a hair fetish or something?”
“Guess I’ll never find out since you’re acting like an overprotective big brother,” I threw back.
C/n make a disgusted face. “Please do not ever insinuate that I am related to you. It makes my skin crawl.”
I let out an exasperated groan. “I’ll insinuate whatever I want. Now get your ass in my car before I murder you. Big bro,” I smirked.
“Fuck you!” C/n shouted, face stormy.
I wish you would. Wait! What the fuck?!
I shook my head to get rid of that weird thought before proceeding to walk to my car, preparing for another even more awkward car ride.
Turns out c/n wasn’t reliable with his promises of never having to drive him around again.
I was about to get in when I noticed c/n just standing at the door of the passenger side, looking like he was trying to burn a hole in the window. His eyebrows were tightly knit together, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and chest heaving as if he’d run a mile.
“The hell’s your problem? Get in the–”
Before I could get the whole sentence out of my mouth, c/n had marched around the front of my car, slid those large hands on either side of my face, and brought our lips together with such passion, our tongues collided after two erratic heartbeats.
His body crashed into mine, pressing our heaving chests together, my body squeezed between c/n and my car. I let out quick gasps that I would normally be embarrassed about if I wasn’t so distracted by his hot, minty tongue swirling in my mouth. Brushing my hands through those unruly tresses of his, I pulled him even closer, producing a low, deep groan that sent a jolt of desire through me.
C/n pulled away huffing, eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen. “We act like we hate each other, but the only thing I really hate about being around you is that I can’t do that whenever I want,” he groaned, like it was painful for him to not be pressed against my lips.
“The only thing I hate about being around you is that I never feel like leaving you, your stupidly hot self is addictive,” I panted.
A relieved smile graced those pink, swollen lips of his. He leaned in, hands moving just under the hem of my shirt. I shuddered as I felt his lips a hair’s length away from my neck.
“Is the notoriously rage-filled y/n telling me that she wants me?”
I rolled my eyes even through the desire making me light-headed as his hot breath caressed the skin just below my earlobe.
“My rage is only directed at you because you’re so unfairly, stupidly hot,” I breathed.
C/n closed his mouth over my earlobe, then released it slowly, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re raging.”
He rolled his hips into me, and I gasped at the feel of his erection. “Answer my question.”
I moaned as he left impatient bites on my neck. “Ye-s! Just fucking kiss me already, you fucker.”
He growled into my ear, slamming himself into me again, hands traveling higher up my back as he reclaimed my lips with a new fervor that took all coherent thoughts from my head.
“I’m gonna kiss you like this all the time, especially in front of that fucker, o/g/n. He’s way out of your league,” He growled so low before smashing his lips into mine again, his tongue meeting mine.
Minutes passed that felt like forever and a second at the same time.
I had to push him off me, his hunger for me only seeming to be increased when he was as close as possible to me.
“Let’s get that project finished off,” I smiled, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.
“Not before I finish you off,” he smiled, a devilish twinkle in his eyes that sent shivers and flames through my body at the same time.
Before going to the passenger side of the car, his finger trailed up my arm, raising goosebumps in it’s wake. Reaching the front of my shirt, his finger curled around the neckline pulling it down slightly, the pad of his fingertip gliding over my skin. His head dipped down, mouth clasping onto the skin under my collarbone. He sucked, then moved his head up, his tongue burning a trail up my neck.
Our eyes met again, his gaze heated, and his thumb tugged gently on my bottom lip.