So a lot of thought went into making WTWF, and I thought it would be cool to show you guys some of the ideas and planning about the story that you might not know about :) Thank you again to everyone who took the time to read my fic and leave wonderful messages about it to me, you guys are the absolute best <3
WTWF was supposed to be a one-shot story originally! But then I realized all of the scenes in my head were going to be long so I ended up dividing it into chapters
the first title for this story was ‘Tasting Marigolds’ or ‘The Taste of Marigolds’. But I didn’t want to spoil Killua’s flower until the 5th chapter so I had to change that.
I didn’t come up with the idea for Killua’s flowers to be marigolds! Someone submitted this fanart and poem to me about the hanahki au before I had a plan for a full fic and I just kept the flower from there since the marigold meaning is so perfect
Marigolds represent despair and grief over the loss of love and the beauty and warmth of the rising sun, so its perfect for killugon!
You were sitting on a park bench near campus, enjoying the nice, free summer afternoon. The weather was perfect, sunny, but not too warm and with plenty of clouds in the sky to protect you from getting too much sun.
You had just finished scrolling through your camera’s photo gallery when suddenly, you felt something warm and wet touch your ankle. You yelped, lifting your leg up instinctively and away from the source. However, you quickly calmed down when you realised it was just a small, short haired, white maltese puppy. Your surprise quickly melted into curiosity as you noticed how the dog had a blue collar around it’s neck and a matching leash that it was dragging. You carefully placed your camera on the bench as you picked up the small puppy while it circled and sniffed around your leg.
The dog whined and barked as you lifted it up in the air. As you cradled the dog in your arms, you quickly flipped the dog’s tag in front of it’s neck. “Coco?” You read out loud.
[A/N: Inspired by the song Strange Love by Halsey]
I leaned outside of the school, watching people, I memorized everyone’s name and listened quietly to what they say so I can tear them down if they try to hurt me.
I was quiet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be deadly, but then came the boy I had been entranced with since Freshmen year, A junior, Soft pink lips and a mean personality, he didn’t talk to anyone, only his three best friends, one of them already graduated.
Today he wore the same black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt his hair dyed almost white with brown roots, and the eyebrow piercing that made me squeeze my thighs together guiltily.
He was known to fuck and fall away from people, so maybe that’s why I stayed away.. just studied.
He walked to the other side of the school leaning against the outside wall, waiting for his friends as he lit a cig, I was cliche, liking the ‘Bad boy’
I clicked my pen back in forth trying to come up with a song to write as I stared carefully at him from a distance, I think I was a stalker but I didn’t ever want to ‘do anything’ just wanted to watch him until I completed high school, yep I was a stalker, just looking at him I came up with a million songs, but today nothing.
“Y/N!” I turned my head to see Trevor, oh god not him again, I looked up to see Michael looking in my direction now, FUCK!
“Uh yeah?” I looked at the ground not making eye contact with Trevor, a blush hot on my face thinking what maybe Michael was thinking about.
“I was wondering you wanted to go out Saturday to Kalin’s Party?” Trevor’s voice shaky in nerves.
“She’s going with me.” Michael’s soft voice interrupted him, I looked up in surprise as he slung an arm around my shoulder.. what was happening?
“Oh.. Okay.” Trevor walked away with red cheeks.
I stood frozen for a second focusing on the pale arm slung around me, making my stomach stay erupted in butterflies.
“I’ll pick you up at 7.” I gaped at the boy I’ve had a crush on since freshmen year.
“Wait!” I called, he stopped a few feet away from me but didn’t turn around.
“I’m not going.” I crossed my arms across my chest stubbornly, He then turned around and raised a pierced eyebrow in curiosity.
“All do you is fuck the person and leave, no.” I turned my gaze away from his intimidating stare.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked.
I went silent, Remembering all the times on my period where I swore I’d let the boy fuck me in my sleep.
“All you have to do is tell me no.” He smirked as he started to walk away.
“Wait..- uh yeah.” I swallowed the thick feeling in my throat as I said those words.
“Well, I’ll look forward to it.” and continued to walk away.
Saturday never seemed to come slower, everyone around me asked me if I was dating him after the rumor Trevor spread, but they all knew the answer, Michael wasn’t exactly boyfriend material.
I waited on my front porch, black skinny jeans, converse and band t-shirt, average everyday outfit, but still fit for I guess the occasion, I rubbed my eyes tiredly and then cursed myself remembering I was wearing mascara.
“You coming?” Michael pulled up next to my house, a bored look engraved in his features, How he knew where I lived I had no idea.
I got up off the ground and walked down the steps, he looked like a sex god, well of course he was but he never failed to make me wonder.
Taking a seat in the passenger seat carefully he pulled off into the street, actually being a pretty good driver, “So.. are the rumors of you just wanting a one night stand, are they true?” I asked kind of surprised myself at my forwardness.
“So do you want to come clean about stalking me every day?” He cocked an eyebrow glancing at me but then looking back at the road.
my throat went dry, of course, he wasn’t clueless.
“You’re… fun to write songs about,” I muttered staring at my lap as I twisted my fingers back in forth, great job Y/N.
“Is that true.. hmm” He smirked,
“Now it’s your turn,” I said staring at his green eyes, waiting for him to tell me if this was supposed to be a one-night stand kinda of thing or not.
“You never made me promise I had to tell you.” He hummed, turning into a street.
I huffed crossing my arms, this had to be the most awkward car ride of my life.
“Don’t pout baby girl, I thought you were getting laid tonight.” I looked up in surprise at his naughty words, as he rubbed a hand on my thigh.
“Yeah Maybe I am, but it doesn’t have to be you,” I said climbing out of his car
“Touche.” He said following my footsteps as he got out of his car.
I walked towards the house, it looked normal besides the abnormal amount of noise coming from it, Knocking on the door I felt Michael beside me, I bit my lip, even his presence did things to me, I was fucked up in every way but I couldn’t help it.
Before someone opened the door Michael wrapped his hand around my waist, his hand gently landing on my hip as he squeezed pretty hard, I looked at him in surprise but he was still facing the door pulling me closer.
“Michael wha-” I was saying “Hey Mike!” I saw Kalin open the door, a bright smile on his lips and a blue solo cup in his hand.
“Is this the chick you’re going to fuck?” I gaped at Kalin, I had known him since 6th grade but didn’t remember my name, and I wasn’t just some chick he was fucking, I felt dirty.
Michael just smiled walking with me inside the house as Kalin went somewhere else, “Leave them wondering, that’s the beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.” His pink lips tickled my the corner of my ear as he gently, his teeth barely grazing my ear, I shut my eyes, it felt good.
He pulled away before I began to feel what I was in store for, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” As he walked away.
I gaped quietly as I watched him walk away, I didn’t want to be another girl he fucked, but at the same time I wanted him to fuck me mercilessly, That was Michael Clifford, he was a sex god that only gave himself to someone so much.
Emotionally: no, Physically: Yes.
I looked down at my phone, and opened a new note and tried to remember all the girls he fucked, and left, and I came up with about seven.. did I really want to be the eighth?
“Y/N?” My head shot up to see Trevor, a green Solo cup in hand and a bud of what I’m guessing Marijuana in his left hand between his pointer finger and thumb, this was gonna be fun.
“Hey, Trev..” I trailed off, He leaned in closer then I expected his breath stinking of Pot.
I leaned away, It’s not even the good stuff, “Are you really going to fuck Clifford?” His eyes shining with jealousy.
My eyes widened as Michael’s words trailed in my head “That’s a beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.”
I smirked trying to pull off Michael’s signature look, but I probably looked like I was grimacing, Trevor’s jaw tightened by the look on my face, okay maybe that wasn’t such a smart idea.
“You know he’s a creep right, real strange guy.” Trevor took another hit from his weed.
I shrugged trying to make him think I didn’t care, but my heart was hammering.
“He’s just going to leave you.” He scoffed, “Why does the good guy always finish last.” He grunted,
I scoffed at his ignorance and ignored his words, yeah.. like he was a good guy, I just shook my head and walked away, I remember him cheating on at least two girls,
Walking into the kitchen I looked around for my blonde dyed friend, until someone leaned real close, their humid breath tickling my neck.
“want to dance? Baby girl.” That nickname made me weak, and I knew Michael’s voice from anywhere, I turned around and got cockier than I thought bringing my arms lazily around his neck, and leaning real close to his lips, before mumbling “I’d like that.” and then Pulling away.
Michael’s eyes shined, the alcohol making his eyes dilated and his lips turning into a grin as he grabbed my hands, tugging me towards the living room where grinding was a popular thing to the cringy pop music.
But it was with Michael.
His rough hands gripped my hips as I swayed to the beat, my butt barely hovering over his manhood, but I could tell I was driving him crazy, we were sweaty and hot but I couldn’t help but grin, I dreamed about this once, never thinking this could be a reality.
My butt rubbed against him in all the right ways as I heard him moan in the very back of his throat, nearly making me melt, I wanted him to do it again, I loved the feeling of making him weak.
“Do it again, baby girl”
This time I did it a little bit harder, feeling our jeans rub together, and he got harder, a load groan echoed from his lips again, but I bet no one heard that beautiful moan over the music.
“If you do that again, I might have to do you right here” I Bit my lips pulling away from him,
“What if I do.. this,” I whispered tiptoeing as I kissed his jaw, rather harshly.
“You don’t want to know.” He whispered back.
“Michael!” We turned around at the yell.
It was Kalin, “Do you wanna play truth or dare with your lady friend?” A smile on his lips, he seemed drunker than the last time we saw him.
Michael looked at me for my opinion, I nodded, Michael smiled over at Kalin giving him a nod.
Grabbing my hand we followed Kalin upstairs making me nervous, I think Michael could tell, “You sure?” His eyes turned concerned, making me so much more attracted to him, I was screwed.
“Yeah, just a little nervous.” He brought his thumb to the outside of my hand rubbing softly in circles, who knew little circles would work miracles
Walking into the room there was already a huge circle, they seemed to have started the game along time ago, but then decided to invite us.
“Clifford!” “Michelle!” “Clifficonda!” People yelled in greeting but no one seemed to notice me, that was usual, Michael turned a little red at the nickname 'Clifficonda.’ wonder what they we’re talking about.
“Sit down People! this is about to get a lot more heated.” Kalin shouted I remembered he was a theater kid and loved to make things more interesting and loud.
“We got one of our best players now, Amanda, Truth or Dare,” Kalin smirked seeming to know his dare or truth already.
“Hmm. ” She smirked her dyed brown hair going over her shoulder, “Dare.”
Kalin grinned in Triumph liking the way this was going especially well the amount of alcohol already in his guest’s systems, it seemed I was the only sober person here.
“Have a make-out contest, you and Devin, And Michael and the girl he’s fucking.” My blood boiled at the nickname but I was excited to kiss Michael.
And just like that my lips were attached to his, both of us sitting criss-cross apart from him as I leaned into him, his hands sliding down to my sides, as I brought my hands to his cheeks, tracing my thumbs carefully across his jawline that were littered with little scratchy hairs from where he hadn’t shaved.
He gently tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, I could barely hear the cheers around us, just that I was kissing Michael Clifford, I brought my hands further to the back of his thin hair, dragging each of my small paint fingers through his bleached hair.
His tongue gently touched mine, as I glided mine back against his making sure I wasn’t using to much tongue, or it would have been a horrible slobbery mess, I could feel his hands go under my shirt, making me nearly burst into fits of laughter (Due to how ticklish I am.) but I bit down on his bottom lip and my hands tugged at the ends of his hair harder and deeper.
He moaned as I heard the crowd echo in more cheers, “Closer, Baby girl.” He whispered hurriedly as I felt his hands tugging my crisscrossed legs towards him, and with that little demand I was on his lap, legs wrapped around his torso, and his hands squeezing my butt.
I hear people saying the contest is over but I continued to kiss him, his lips addicting, and Michael seems to have the same idea as me,
“Get a room!” Someone yells.
As Michael gets off the floor my legs still around his waist, as he holds my thighs securely, not once do we jump apart, I hear wolf whistles as Michael takes me to a Bathroom down the hall,
“Michael.” I moan against his lips quietly, not liking the sound of my own moan.
“Do that again Kitten.”
And with one hard squeeze to my butt I moan uncontrollably again, My cheeks turn red at the unfamiliar sound, no one’s made me moan.
He locks the door as I sit on the bathroom counter anxiously, and before I even process anything his lips are back against mine, his soft little stubble tickling my face, as I move my hands in his hair again.
I don’t want to loose my virginity in a bathroom at some party, I pushed on Michael’s chest as we both panted noisily.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes full of concern, but I still see his full on erection through his black jeans.
“I Uh.” I didn’t know how to tell him.
“Nevermind.” I shook my hand making grabby hands at the attractive male, wanting more of his rough kisses.
“No, what’s wrong?” He grabbed my hands laying them on the counter slowly,
I stayed silent staring at the counter of the sink, how do I tell him, is this supposed to be easy?
“You’re a virgin?” He questioned, I looked up gaping, how did he guess.
“I-I. Yeah,” I nodded shamefully.
“oh.. Well not the best guy for this.” He scratched the back of his head avoiding eye contact.
“No! your perfect Michael!’ I said a little too loudly. “It’s just that I didn’t want it to be in a bathroom.. in a party I don’t even know where I am.” I held my forehead, as Michael stayed silent not knowing how to respond, “It’s not like I’m asking for flower petals and romantic crap, even the back of the car would be okay.. I guess just not here.”
“Does that make any sense?” I sighed laying my head in my hands.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” he nodded hesitantly.
“sorry.. I’m sure there are about 10 other girls in this house who are ready to have sex with you, either way, it was nice to have an actual decent makeout session.” I chuckled, sliding off the counter and dusting off my pants.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you.. Like holy shit have you seen yourself recently?” He motioned to your body, you smiled embarrassingly at the ground.
“Why don’t we just go back to my house.” He smiled gently before I could get a word out he interrupted me, “And I want to play 20 questions with you, sober.” His slid his tongue over his gorgeous lips, he seemed nervous.
“I’d like that.”
I had found myself feet dangling in a hot tub head leaning on Michael’s shoulder, his watch dangerously getting closer to midnight.
“What was your first pet?” I asked hearing the late summer crickets chirp happily, as he chuckled, I felt his chest vibrate at the lovely sound.
I’d do anything to hear it again.
“The dog I still have now actually, I got when I was about nine, she’s a small poodle mix and something’s wrong with her jaw so her tongue constantly just hangs out of her mouth.” I giggle at the answer realizing I just asked the 20th question.
“Last question Clifficonda.” I laugh, he face lights with an embarrassed smile, Apparently, he got called that because of his ding dong.
“Do you want to drink so hot coca? seeing as it’s both of our favorite drinks.” I was surprised by his answer, but Nodded, he swung he’s feet out of the hot tub splashing me in the process on accident.
“Hey!” I giggled but didn’t splash him back, He laughed and held out his hand so it was easier for me to get off the edge of the hot tub.
My feet landed on the deck surprisingly smoothly, normally I was a clutz with everything I did, I looked up at Michael smiling happily, I tiptoed bringing my lips to his, for the few seconds of heaven.
He broke apart hands gently resting on my hips, “How about you go start making the Hot coca while I close the hot tub lid?” He hummed bringing his chapped lips to my Neck making me shiver in delight.
“Hmm, okay,” I said out breathily trying to focus on his words.
He turned away from me, and started to turn off the hot tub on his dads loft, because he was living with him when his parents got divorced, he lives with his dad In Australia in the school year, and with his mom in the summer in America, apparently America wasn’t that great from what he tells me.
I opened the sliding glass door, the lighting to the comfy loft was dark but I was able to see where I was going.
I hummed looking through each cabinet for the coca powder or instant hot Cocoa, finally opening one of the top cabinets I saw the hot coco on the very top shelf. I tiptoed, feeling my top go up a little as I reached my fingers just grazing it.
I stuck my tongue out of the very corner of my mouth in concentration, trying not to push the coco further Back into the cabinet, Curse you tall males!
“Having trouble Kitten?” I was shocked by the closeness of the whisper in my ear behind me, as Michael reached with ease and grabbed it from me, I turned around met with the dark green eyes a smirk on his pink chapped lips.
“Nope, perfectly capable thanks.” I grabbed the coco from him and set It next to the mugs I already set out.
“Hmm, that’s not what I saw.” He grabbed my hips from behind, pressing hard against me from behind, I want to grind on him but I refrained myself, biting my lip.
“Fuck it,” Michael whispered and turned Me around suddenly, I dropped the coco that was in my hand, as his lips slammed onto mine, My back digging into the counter behind me as I moaned in content at the sudden intimacy,
Letting my hands go back to his hair my tongue finding it’s way into his mouth in a matter of seconds, he lifted my thighs up on to the counter and my legs inclosed around his figure,
“God dammit your so hot.” He groaned breaking from the kiss to litter kisses down my jaw, I put my hair the other side of my neck and leaned so I have him more access.
His swollen lips adulterated my neck leaving heavenly bruises in his wake, my legs wrapped tighter around his frame feeling his hard man hood beneath me, “Michael.. Please.” I didn’t know what I wanted but the warm knot in my stomach told me something.
“Please, what?” I felt his smirk on my skin, his hot breath fanning on the fresh bruise making me shudder in pleasure.
I didn’t say anything just moved my right hand to his pants right over him I felt him through his jeans making Michael groan in pleasure his neck titering back as he looked at the ceiling in uncontrollable pleasure.
I slipped my hand into his jeans, and then carefully into his boxers, feeling how thick and hard he was, the pre-cum making my fingers wet, as ran my hand up and down his large length, and I realized why they called him clifficonda.
“Fuck.. ” He hissed, I removed my hand from his pants and brought my hand wet with pre-cum to my lips as I licked the cum that was on my hand hopefully looking sexy.
“Oh, that’s not fair baby girl.” His eyes filled with lust,
“Then why don’t you do something about it.” I felt him shiver from between my legs.
and with one swift moment, he carried me to his living room couch, the closest/softest item to fuck me on in his loft,
I landed beneath him with a bounce, I smiled, and began to take my shirt off, Michael doing the same, butterflies were everywhere in my stomach I didn’t have any regrets but I was nothing but excited.
“Are you sure?” He moaned not taking his eyes off my chest.
“Yes, please Mike.” I was tugging at his jean button wanting them to get off his legs and away from his body forever, he looked so hot naked.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” He laughed tugging off his tight jeans, especially in his down stairs area, he seemed pain by the little friction of his jeans, I tugged off my own jeans and eventually my bra was somewhere across the room.
Michael didn’t even notice my bare chest yet because he was struggling to get his jeans off, I giggled, Michael looked over at me his mouth going agape at my bare chest as he fell over.
I burst to even more laughter, Michael was back on me in a matter of seconds his milky things holding me to the couch, his eyes a dark color then before, He leaned closer more slowly attaching my lips to his, I wrapped by legs around his waist my feet resting on the back of his bum.
My hips bucked at the sudden movement of Michael leaning over me, our hips his crashing together, I moaned in his mouth at the contact feeling the wetness soaking out of my panties, Michael noticed holding one hand above my head as He slipped his long fingers into my panties.
“Hmm, so wet Kitten.” I nodded enthusiastically his rubbed slowly over my folds, spreading the wetness.
I hissed out as one of Michael’s cold fingers slipped into me, my back arched off the couch as my legs spread further apart giving him more room, “More.” I mumbled high off of just one finger, he added another and my hands went to his hair tugging harshly.
“Are you ready?” He asked,
“Fuck yeah, Please I just want your cock inside me.” I was surprised by my filthy honesty.
“Enough said.” He licked his lips taking a moment to take off his boxers quickly and reach for his jeans which his front pocket held a Condom.
He was taking his time looking through each pocket I slipped my own fingers into my pulsing pussy that was soaking at the thought of Michael fucking me roughly on the couch.
“No kitten.” He took my hands away, Condom on, Junior Clifford ready to go, he slapped my pussy making me moan, I wanted him so bad.
He crawled back over me, lips colliding with mine, I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth gently, and then let my tongue slip inside his mouth exploring him, his tongue soon fighting with mine as I heavily made out with him.
Having enough of the restless teasing, I lined his thick cock up with myself, one leg over his hip as He pushed into me, I stopped kissing him surprised by this new feeling, it hurt, I closed my eyes, letting out a puff of air, not knowing if I could do this, after I adjusted for a second I nodded for him to go.
A few thrusts later it began to ease the pain but each time he pushed into me it hurt like a mother fucker, a tear slipped from my eye, He kept going , but slow as he moved his mouth to my breast, sucking harshly on the left nipple, I moaned at this feeling, his tongue twirling teasingly.
Realizing the agonizing pain in the down stairs area had disappeared, I wrapped another leg around him, “Faster.” I groaned as he pumped slowly and in and out of me I felt every vein and hair on his pink flaccid cock, he sped up and I raked my hands unconsciously down his back.
Starting to speed up, His head buried in my shoulder blade, He let out a deep load moan, making me buck my hips, as his pretty cock hit my G-spot.
“Michael!” I yelled holding onto his bicep, my legs were shaking as the knot in my stomach got bigger and bigger, but I didn’t let go of this feeling as much as I wanted to.
“I-mm close” I whimpered,
“Hold.. On babe.” and leaving a love bite on my shoulder blade, my nails dug into his bicep positively leaving half-moon shapes in an irritated red.
“On the count of three.” His thrusts were getting slower, but he tried to speed up anyway.
“2.” He let out quickly, I could tell he was having trouble himself of not letting go.
I let go and it was as I was swarmed in complete euphoria, my legs shook uncontrollably, As I still felt myself clinging to Michael’s pale skin, his heavy breathing becoming unclear as I began to want to feel it again.
It was like an entirely new universe exploded through out my body, leaving me touching the sky and just barely seeing the world below me.
This universe was: Michael Clifford, A universe where you’re not so attached, but you fall in any way because that’s just what he makes you feel.
His breathing had slowed, and the sweat between us felt disgusting and unnecessary, and my body hurt, but felt good.. something I don’t think I’d ever have the words to describe.
I opened my eyes seeing his green eyes staring at me, his thick eye brows blinking staring at me, but there were no words between us, His hands still above my head holding himself up.
A smile fell on his lips, not a smirk, just a light smile, something that killed me instantly, his hair was matted with sweat making his light brown roots show, and there was a little scar above his left eye brow that was beautiful and every way, and studying the quirks of his lips the way the two sides lifted noticeably, but looked so much more.. He was a whole new way of beauty, and I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it.
I scooched over so he could rest his weight on the little room we had on his dad’s couch, the leather making the sweat still very unbearable, Michael tore off the Condom, tying it off and throwing it across the room where a trash can was, nearly missing.
It made me wonder how many times he’s done it..
I wanted to blurt all my inner thoughts, but I think I’d just freak him out.
Closing my eyes for a second my head just resting on the pillow below me, my core ached but I’d do it all over, I opened my eyes again seeing Michael getting up, A little whimper barely audible left my lips, I didn’t want him to leave the couch..
“I’m just getting a blanket.” his voice hoarse, and butt naked as his finger tips trailed down my leg as he got up to go to a closet near the kitchenette.
He came bath with a fluffy sleek blanket, that surprisingly fit over both of us, laying next to me for maybe a solid minute he was out like a light, his snores making me feel content.
I of course stared at the beautiful blonde next to me, never in my life did I think I’d loose my virginity to Michael Clifford, but the weirdest things happen, his lips were parted as he slept on his side, one of his hands laying lazily on my side, I looked towards our bare feet seeing the windows of the loft lit up the main downtown of Syndey, the windows fogged up from our activities.
I smirked, We caused that, if this was a dream I don’t think I’d ever want to wake up.
Looking back at the beautiful male next to me, his face was relaxed; peaceful even, not mean or cocky, just vulnerable and soft, was this the real Michael? Would he ever really love someone?
The 'to the moon’ tattoo made me really believe maybe he would, somewhere he must have felt loved, or ever loved something so tightly, My painted finger nails barely grazed the tattoo, tracing it with my hand.
Michael didn’t move, but good bumps burst up on his skin like a disease, was I just going to be a one night stand? is this even a one night stand?
The anxiety’s in life began to absorb me but as I stared at him, the problems in my life began to fade, he was like a drug.
I tugged on my jeans, glancing every so often at the Him, the blanket just reaching his waist line as the blanket was tucked under his feet, Something told me I was supposed to leave.
That’s how this worked, and dear Lord I wish it didn’t.
I couldn’t find my bra, so I just threw on my baseball-T, the darkness of five A.M making it impossible to see, but I stubbled around the loft quietly, slipping on my converse that were still by the Hot tub.
And memories from last night came back perfectly.
“You turn.” I smiled after answering what my favorite hobby was.
“Hmm.” He hummed his own teethe tugging at his lip, looking towards the water trying to come up with an interesting question.
“If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be?” He asked Michael seemed so proud of his question.
I wanted to answer with: “Here.”
But that would be weird, “Well. If I was in love I’d probably want to be next to that person, but right now. Probably America.”
I remembered the way he smiled and told me about his family and how America wasn’t that exciting but being with someone you like is always amazing.
It made me think about if this would ever happen again.
Walking back into the loft I saw him sleeping away easily, swallowing the lump in my throat I walked towards the front door, seeing paper laying on a little table against the wall in the neat hallway.
And began to write.
Thank you, Michael. Have a nice night.
I felt like an idiot, for writing that so I but a line through and just put.
Have a nice night.-Y/N
Better, more simple.
I looked behind me to see the back of the couch, but from here it still looked like he was asleep.
Opening the front door I left the loft, which was a lot harder then I thought it was, and I began my walk of shame.
Hair a mess, smelling of sweat, and I guess sex? if so then sex had an odd smell.
Prompt: “i’m a single dad but i also strip at night to pay the bills & ur
my kid’s kindergarden teacher & oh shit i just showed up to strip at
ur friend’s bachelorette party please don’t think i’m a bad dad” plot :
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Warning: I kinda get deep into the feelz I feel when I allow myself to be somewhat mainstream.
You were currently sitting in Lydia’s living room totally bored with all the turkey talk of sex and hookups gone wrong. Your foul mood was solely as a result of that. It had nothing to do with the fact that two of the most bitter and cynical people you knew had found love with each other and were getting married. Because come on, if Stiles didn’t propose to Cora then they’d both be wasting a perfectly good pair of reproductive organs at least that’s what you assumed. The only one wasting reproductive organs was you because you were single and unwittingly thrust into a period of celibacy that had your mother totally worried for your well being.
You raised your eyebrows at what Luke had just said. Getting drunk did sound pretty appealing at the moment.
“What are you suggesting?”
He grinned, nodding his towards his closed door. “I’ve got some unopened liquor in there, and I’m willing to share.”
You thought it over. You had zero plans tonight, since our friend had cancelled on you, and you knew very well that you were never going to be getting to cleaning your apartment. You glanced down at the envelope in your hands, starting to feel pissed off again. “I’m in.”
His grin grew wider. “Great.” He held his grocery bags in one hand as he dug for his keys. “Do you want to come over or should I bring the liquor over to your place or..?”
“Your place.” You immediately responded. “My place is too much of a mess.” He nodded, unlocking the door. “Okay, do you need anything for your place? Because you can come over right now.”
You shoved the letter and envelope in the back pocket of your jeans, double checked that you locked you apartment and that you had you phone and followed him into his place.
Since the last time you were here was last night, obviously nothing at all had changed. Luke headed to the kitchen area, dumping the grocery bags on the counter and headed to open a cabinet. “What do you want?” He asked, back turned to you as he pulled out various bottles.
“Whatever easiest.” You shrugged, feeling bad for invading his space like this. “You don’t have other plans, do you?”
Luke turned to you, shaking his head. “You’d think that someone would, but no. I was going to be all alone tonight.”
You don’t know why. You really don’t know how your brain made this link but once again you found yourself thinking to the time you heard him getting himself off in the shower. “Okay.” You nodded, trying to focus on other things to get your mind off of your previous thoughts.
He walked past you, heading more towards the couch and handed you a bottle on his way. You grinned at his choice. “How did you know I liked Smirnoff?”
He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “It’s a gift.”
You opened the bottle, drinking straight from it. You winced slightly, getting used to the taste. “Going straight for it, huh?” Luke grinned as you came to sit net to him on the couch.
“Sorry,” You muttered, handing him the bottle. “It’s been a shit day.”
He chuckled slightly. “You don’t need to apologise.” He said as he took a swig from the bottle as well. “What happened? To make you day shit, I mean.”
You let out a sigh. “I don’t want to bore you with the details.”
He shook his head, turning to lean back against the arm of the couch so that the could face you. “It’s a Saturday night and we’re sitting on my couch drinking Smirnoff from the bottle. Its the perfect time to tell me about your shit day.”
You smiled slightly. “Well, if your sure you want to hear it.” You warned him, taking another sip of the alcohol. “My friend cancelled our plans today, I know it sounds stupid but I was looking forward to it all week. And then I had really bad cramps all day, because I’m getting my period soon.” You were kind of glad when you didn’t see any signs of disgust or discomfort on Luke’s face when you mentioned your period.
“And,” You reached back to pull out the now crumpled paper that you had previously shoved into your pocket. “My brothers getting married. And I have no choice in attending. Like everyone in my family is an asshole, especially my parents and I really don’t wanna go.”
You realized how stupid your problems sounded when you said them out loud. “But whatever” You added on. “Its okay, its not that big of a detail.”
Luke shook his head. “There is so problem too small. Just talk about it if you want, I’ll listen and give you more alcohol.” He handed you the bottle once again.
You were kind of a light weight, and so far you’ve maybe drunken 3 or 4 shots worth, you were starting to feel a bit light headed. “I have a shit relationship with my parents, one of the reasons I moved out so young.”
“How old were you.” Luke asked, taking the bottle to take a swig of it himself. “I was eighteen. I moved into this place like, 11 months ago I think?”
He nodded. “I was eighteen too. Crashed with a friend for a bit before finding this place.”You knew that he moved in a few months after you had, so you guys were probably around the same age. “Wait, how old are you know?” He asked, clearly thinking the same thing you were. “Nineteen, turning twenty this year though. You?”
He nodded. “Twenty.”
It was safe to say that the both of you were past tipsy. Maybe not completely drunk, but you guys were very far from sober. “Hey!” Luke exclaimed, moving up form leaning against the couch. “I’ll come with you to the wedding!”
You thought it was an amazing idea. “Yeah!” You agreed, nodding vigorously. “We can make fun of my fam.”
He laughed, sitting back upright next to me and nudging me with his shoulder. “Hey,” he said, much quieter this time. “Do you wanna know a secret?”
You turned your headed over to face him. “Sure.” You whispered, feeling the air around you guys get much calmer.
He bit his lip, boyish grin on his features. “I’ve always wanted to talk to you.” You felt your lips push up into a wide smile at his words.
“Can I tell you a secret?” You asked him, looking up to meet his yes. He nodded, waiting for you to speak up. “I heard you in the shower.” You whispered, feeling a blush push its way to your cheeks. You were happy that it was getting dark out, and Luke only had one light on, coming form the kitchen so he wouldn’t be able to see your blush.
He looked confused. “What? You mean the singing?”
You giggled slightly, and shook your head. “No.” You spoke, louder than a whisper. “I heard you,” You paused for affect. “In the shower.”
He still looked confused. Maybe he had no idea what you were hitting at, or maybe his intoxicated state was affecting him, or maybe both. You quickly leaned in closer to him, pushing you lips against this ear and whispering. “Touching yourself.”
You think that it was the alcohol, because you were never this confident. You blushed when strangers smiled at you, you would never be able to to this sober. You leaned back down, watching as the confusion on his face turned to realization.
His mouth was agape, eyes wide. “You… shit. I thought I heard you that day, but I wasn’t sure.”
You felt slightly bad for laughing at him , but he wasn’t seeming to take it too hard. “I knew I shouldn’t have done it in the shower.” He cursed to himself.
“If I wasn’t drunk right now.” He turned to meet your eyes. “I would’ve already buried myslef in a hole.”
“You don’t need yo be embarrassed.” You whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. “It was kinda hot.” You muttered more to yourself than to him, even if you knew he heard. He eyebrows shot up. “Really,” He slowly said, corner of his mouth perking up to a smirk. He seemed to be more confident when he was drunk as well.
Your eyes dropped down to where his tongue darted out and he licked his lips. You quickly met his eyes again, pushing any thoughts of his lips out of your mind. He had clearly noticed, his smirk growing wider. “Yeah,” You nodded. The air around you guys felt thick, a huge change from when you guys were yelling things at each other from across the couch.
Both of your faces were turned so they faced each other, and your noses were practically touching by this point. “Hearing you moan, and whimper. It’s hot.” You whispered again, seeing a reaction come out of him at your words. You don’t know if it was just the lighting, but his eyes look a few shades darker than they were before. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes glanced at your lips.
You felt like everything was moving in slow motion, when you leaned closer to him. You guess you weren’t as slow as you thought, because you leaned in too fast at the same time as his did and you bumped your forehead together with a bang. You both jolted back, you rubbing your forehead lightly.
You both looked at eachother, and for some reason you couldn’t help but laugh at the entire situation. He looked at you like you were crazy, but soon joined in as well.
Clutching your stomach, you spoke up between giggles. “We’re so stupid.”
Alright so nobody tagged me to do this thing, but I couldn’t sleep last night and this was the result(also I originally got the idea to do this from here):
iPod Shuffle Challenge Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle
3. Write a fic related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwords! yeah i kinda cheated on this part cause the song would stop and id only be in the middle of my scene >.<
I. Handshake // Two Door Cinema Club II. Holiday // Vampire Weekend III. Electric Feel // MGMT IV. All The Pretty Girls // fun. V. Animal // Neon Trees VI. Let’s Dance To Joy Division // The Wombats VII. Reptilia // The Strokes VIII. Date With The Night // Yeah Yeah Yeahs IX. Fell In Love With A Girl // The White Stripes X. Fluorescent Adolescent // Arctic Monkeys
I’m putting this in a read more so if you don’t want to read this you don’t have to scroll so much.
so let me just start out by saying that yesterday it was SUPER HOT OUTSIDE. which is honestly to be expected for texas in the summer, but we still had the bright idea to go to the concert early lol. we were outside for at least an hour, maybe more. I’m honestly surprised I’m not sunburned lol. then, we got our tickets scanned and got our wristbands (you had to have a wristband to be on the floor) and went to see how good our seats were before we did anything else.
I ALMOST CRIED WHEN WE SAW HOW CLOSE WE WERE. (pictures honestly don’t do our view justice) after we calmed down we went and bought some water and mercy and then went back to our seats to wait for the concert.
PS THEY PLAYED A LOT OF 5SOS AND SOLD 5SOS MERCH AND I FELT SO BETRAYED IT WAS LIKE THEY WERE MOCKING ME LOL.
then Jamie Scott came on and he was good, but i was bored because i didn’t know any of his songs.
after Jamie Scott, the boys came on. (djfiaodhfioashfoiajeaosjfoihd this was my fourth time seeing them and i still get just as excited)
oKAY SO A WHILE BACK A FEW ANONS CAME TO ME WITH THE THEORY THAT HARRY SEES MY BLOG and after last night i’m even more convinced. he hasn’t worn his hair down for a full show until last night and i posted on tumblr saturday that he better wear his hair down and HE DID.
I tried to keep my sign down as much as possible (oh by the way here it is for people who haven’t seen it)
anyway, i tried to keep the sign down as much as possible so the people around me could see. but i held it up when Harry would come down the catwalk right by me. during happily, harry stood by us for a lot of the song, but was looking in the opposite direction. as soon as he turned around and looked, i put my sign up. He saw it for the first time then, and made a sarcastic little shocked face and then smiled.
then it came time for one thing. and the stage thing lifts up so they can get a little bit better view of the crowd and they would take turns looking over the different sides of the stage, so when harry came over, i lifted the sign up. at this point, he was just waving to some girls farther out from the stage and then he caught sight of my poster and liked stopped and kinda looked to whoever was beside him (i think it was louis…?) and looked back at me and smiled and it was like he kinda took a moment to let it sink in that somebody liked them together (this was what was going on in my head, he stared at me for a while and smiled) and then he started blowing kisses at me and then he turned around and went to the other sides but OMG DIOAJD
also, at one point that i had it up before harry saw it, niall saw it and laughed to himself. (I WISH I REMEMBERED WHAT SONG IT WAS DURING)
after he saw the sign, i just really took the time to enjoy the show :) so here’s some pictures that I took just for your enjoyment! xx
‘Hey, Castiel. I have to go to yearbook everyday after school for the next two weeks so we can finish up and send it in. So I’m not sure when we can meet except for in the evening.’ You texted.
'Okay. I guess we can just meet up on the weekends.’
'Okay. Tomorrow work for you?’
'Yeah. Where and when?’
'Your place at 1. I’ll bring lunch.’ You smirked at your phone, mimicking what he did to you a few days ago.
'Haha. Sounds good. See you tomorrow.’
You walked up to his door, bucket of chicken in hand, and knocked.
Oh goodness. You were at his house. You were at Castiel Novak’s house.
“Hey. Come in.” Castiel answered the door.
Who you assumed was his mom came from down the hall to shake your hand. “Hi, I’m Castiel’s mom.” She smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Novak.” You nodded.
“Oh, darling. It’s Ms. Novak now.”
“Anyways…” Castiel said. “We should get started. I have a date tonight.”
Your heart sunk, shattered and caught on fire at the word 'date’.
You tried not to let it show, but you were dying inside.
You smiled. “Yeah. Well I could’ve come over another day if you had a date to get ready for.”
“Nah. It’s fine. It’s not like we were gonna go as late as last time.”
“Yeah.” You said, walking into his living room. He had a really nice place. Oak hardwood floors, granite counter tops, a freaking marble fireplace, a chandelier in the entry way… Who does his mom work for?!
“Nice place.” You breathed, setting the chicken and your backpack down.
“Thanks. Your place wasn’t bad either.”
“Thanks.” You turned to him, smiling.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled. God, his smile would kill you. “Have you read since Tuesday?”
“Uh not really. I think we’re both on the same page.” You lied.
“Yeah. Okay.” Castiel sat down on the couch and you sat in a glider you’d been eyeing since you got in. It was more comfortable than you imagined.
You leaned into it and opened your book, but quickly noticing you had a great view of Castiel from here.
'No. Don’t stare. Don’t do it. Read.’ You thought.
You sighed as you started to read, already bored with it. When an important line came up, you said something to Castiel but he didn’t see it.
You walked over and stood in front of him, leaning over the book to point at the line. You were wearing a bit of a low cut shirt today and you caught Castiel glance at your cleavage for a moment, but you didn’t say anything.
“Right there. You see it?” You said.
“Y- yeah.” He said nervously, blushing. He probably knew that you caught him staring.
“Good.” You smirked, walking back to the glider, grabbing a piece of chicken on the way.
Castiel also grabbed a piece, he’d kinda forgotten it was there.
THREE HOURS LATER
“Shit.” Castiel breathed.
“I forgot about my date. I should probably start getting ready… You know, I don’t even really wanna go anymore. You wanna stay for awhile and play video games or something?”
“Yes!” You answered too quickly. “I mean, yeah. Sure.”
Castiel laughed at how to tried to save yourself.
“Cool. I’m gonna call her and tell her it’s off.”
“Okay.” You started putting your stuff in your bag.
'Oh God. Castiel asked me to stay over and play video games for awhile. At his house. With him.’ You thought. You were ecstatic.
You got out your phone as Castiel walked to the other room to call off his date.
'Hey mom. Castiel asked me to stay for awhile and play video games. Is that okay?’
'Yes! Of course! I love you sweetie!’
'Don’t get any ideas mom. I love you too.’
“Okay. We’re good.” Castiel came back into the room and he put his phone in his pocket.
“Same here. I let my parents know.”
“Great. The Xbox is downstairs.” He reached out a hand to help you up and you took it gladly.
Of course, he let go when you were standing, it’s not like he was gonna hold your hand.
“Hey, kids!” Castiel’s mother called from the other room.
“Is (y/n) staying for dinner?”
Castiel looked to you for a second, you whispered “I don’t wanna impose.”
“Yeah!” He laughed lightly with a half smile and his mom said “Okay!” as you and Castiel went downstairs.
When you got down there, you saw a long leather couch and a flat screen tv in front of it with a couple game consoles and a long row of movies.
“Wow.” You breathed.
“Yeah. I kinda got this room as my 16th birthday present a couple years ago. I can’t imagine what I’ll get for graduation in few months. But I’m not getting my hopes up.” He popped a disc into the Xbox and sat on the couch. You plopped down next to him as he handed you a controller.
“What game did you put in?” You asked.
“Left 4 Dead. Ever heard of it?” He asked.
“Uh, maybe.” Lie. You owned it and played it pretty often.
“Do you play video games very much? Like, are you good?” Castiel looked at you while the familiar loading screen appeared on the tv.
“Uh when I was twelve I had a Nintendo. But I sold it when I was 14. Does that count?” Lie. You still had it. And you had an Xbox too, which you rocked at. First person shooter games were your specialty.
Castiel laughed softly. “Well, do you know which buttons to press?”
“Um. Does this make me jump?” You clicked the right trigger a couple times and shot another player in the foot.
“Haha, uhm no. That shoots. Here,” he put his hands over yours and showed you which buttons did what, guiding your fingers to each one.
You had to summon everything in you not to melt right then and there. But you weren’t gonna lie, him touching you was making you feel on fire and even get a little wet.
Your breathing shallowed as you carefully watched his hands like this was the first time you’d ever held a controller.
“This…” He pressed A, “makes you jump.”
After another long minute his hands left yours and were back on his controller. “Got it?”
You nodded, unable to say anything.
“Okay. You ready?”
You nodded again.
He continued the game and you totally kicked ass. In just one round you killed over 200 zombies and he only killed 128.
“You little liar.” He smirked over at you. “You totally know how to play.”
“Well…” You laughed nervously.
“Alright. I see how it is.” He laughed.
Next few rounds of the campaign he would “accidentally” shoot you and go ahead so you couldn’t kill any special zombies or get extra supplies.
When the campaign was over, you ended up in second on most of the categories in the credits.
“Hmm.” He smiled at you.
“Yeah alright. You win.” You laughed.
“Hey, dinner!” His mom called from upstairs.
“Coming!” He yelled back and you both went upstairs.
The food was great and you decided to leave after dinner. He gave you a warm smile when you left and that was definitely a great night.