If you find anything wrong, please let me know. Updated 11/08/2017

The Whole Gang:

NSFW: (threesomes are found in Random)

  1. They Finger You(Visuals)
  2. Eating You Out(Visuals)
  3. Do They Have a Daddy Kink?
  4. Their Favorite Position
  5. They Make You Scream
  6. They’re in the Mood


  1. Halloween
  2. Thanksgiving
  3. Pony’s Track Meets
  4. A Haunted House
  5. Thunderstorms
  6. As Disney Princesses
  7. Their Favorite Season
  8. And a Kitten
  9. Throwing a Birthday Party
  10. @ the Beach
  11. Pony & Johnny’s Friendship
  12. Seeing a Clown
  13. Favorite Band & Song
  14. The Curtis Brothers & A Hot Neighbor
  15. The Gang & A Campfire
  16. @ the Pool
  17. The Curtis Brothers Vs. Shopping
  18. They’re Supernatural Creatures
  19. Vs. Dinner
  20. The Gang As Friends
  21. They Date a Girl With Scars
  22. Random & Cute
  23. They Hold Their Baby
  24. You Like the Ocean
  25. The Gang Goes to Darry’s Football Games
  26. They Learn to Drive
  27. Vs. Snowball Fights
  28. You’re a Musician
  29. Being Their Girl/Crush


  1. Wearing Their Sweater
  2. Watching A Movie
  3. Your Car Breaks Down
  4. Their Biggest Fear
  5. You Tickle Them
  6. His Nickname For You
  7. You’re Their Date For A Wedding
  8. They Cook You Breakfast
  9. 2AM Convos
  10. They Kill A Bug For You
  11. You’re Pregnant!
  12. You Got Jumped
  13. Your First Date
  14. He’s A Dad!
  15. They Date A Girl With Anxiety
  16. Their Superpowers
  17. They Get Jealous
  18. There’s A Girl In The House
  19. Their Handwriting
  20. Their Physical Preferences
  21. So You’re a Tough One?


  1. Mother Nature Hits

Gang’s Sister:


  1. Dally’s Teenage Sister
  2. How The Gang Acts With Their Sister
  3. Little Curtis


  1. It’s Just a Bad Day (Curtis Sister)

The Shepards:


  1. Curly’s Hair
  2. Personality Analysis

Darry Curtis:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. Dominant!Darry
  3. Destressing Darry


  1. Modern!Darry
  2. True Love
  3. Random & Cute
  4. ”Damn Darry!”
  5. Cute Couple Moments
  6. Carnival Date
  7. Cuddling W/ Darry
  8. Smol S/O


  1. High School Heaven Pt. 1
  2. High School Heaven Pt. 2
  3. ”If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”
  4. ”You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
  5. ”Are you still awake?”
  6. ”I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”, “I’m flirting with you.”, & “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
  7. ”I could kiss you right now!”
  8. ”You deserve so much better.” & “Here, let me.”
  9. ”You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
  10. ”I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
  11. He Proposes
  12. She’s a Fighter
  13. Darry’s Wedding
  14. The Fight to End All Fights
  15. Only the Good Die Young
  16. I Don’t Want You to Worry
  17. Darry’s Forgetful
  18. Date Night
  19. Darry Gets Drafted
  20. But… You’re Sick!
  21. Football Love
  22. We Have Options

Tim Shepard:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. Destressing Tim
  3. Tim’s Out of Prison


  1. Cute Couple Moments
  2. Cute & Random
  3. In the Gang & Dating Tim
  4. Tim’s In…Love?


  1. Keep Your Enemies Closer

Bob Sheldon:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)

Two-Bit Matthews:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. He’s in the Mood


  1. Songs
  2. Aquarium Date
  3. w/ a Mute S/O


  1. ”Say it!”
  2. ”That’s almost the exact opposite of what I meant.”

Randy Adderson


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)

Dallas Winston:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)


  1. Breaking Up W/ Dallas
  2. Being Dal’s Little Sister
  3. Dallas Gets You Pregnant
  4. Telling Dallas You’re Dating Pony
  5. Dates A Girl With Asperger’s
  6. Cute Couple Moments
  7. Flirting w/ Dallas
  8. Dating a Shy Girl
  9. Cute Couple Moments Pt. 2
  10. He Comforts You
  11. Tiny You, Big Dallas
  12. w/ a POC S/O


  1. ”Do you want me to leave?” & “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  2. ”You can’t keep doing this.”
  3. ”You’re safe now, I’ve got you.” & “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
  4. ”If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”, “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”, & “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
  5. ”I am not losing you again.”, “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”, & “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
  6. He’s My Son, He Makes Me Shine

Angela Shepard:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)


  1. Feisty

Steve Randle:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)


  1. Dating Pt. 1
  2. Dating Pt. 2
  3. You’re a Soc?!
  4. Aquarium/Museum Date


  1. ”You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
  2. ”Do you want me to leave?”, “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”, & “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” Pt. 1
  3. ”Do you want me to leave?”, “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”, & “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” Pt. 2
  4. “You can’t keep doing this.”
  5. Swinging For Both Teams
  6. Jealous Steve, Hot Steve

Sodapop Curtis:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)


  1. Soda Gets A Tutor
  2. Soda Has A Crush On Pony’s Tutor
  3. Soda Dates A Celebrity
  4. Shopping With Soda
  5. Soda is Evil


  1. ”I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”
  2. ”Just pretend to be my date.”, “I’m flirting with you.”, & “I fell in love with my best friend.”
  3. ”How long have you been standing there?”, “I fell in love with my best friend.”, & “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
  4. An Old Flame
  5. He’s Just A Coworker
  6. Songfic, “Gentleman” by Will Jay
  7. You Should Be Mine
  8. I Go to Extremes

Johnny Cade:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. Dominant!Johnny


  1. Random & Cute
  2. Random & Cute Pt.2
  3. Smoke Rings
  4. Cute Couple Moments
  5. Fighting w/ You in Front of the Gang
  6. Drag Racing w/ Johnny
  7. Baking w/ Johnny


  1. ”Can I hold your hand(s)?”
  2. ”It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
  3. ”I’m going to take care of you, okay?” & “It’s okay to cry.”
  4. ”Oh my God! You’re in love with him!”, “You are the single best thing that has happened to me.”, & “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
  5. First Fight
  6. Making Up
  7. Ice Skating w/ Johnny

Curly Shepard:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. Curly’s a FREAK


  1. Modern!Curly
  2. Girls
  3. Cute Couple Moments
  4. Dating Someone W/ Anxiety


  1. The Outcasted Outcast
  2. Not So Tough, Tough Guy

Ponyboy Curtis:


  1. Headcannons(A-Z)
  2. Pony’s First Time
  3. Dominant!Pony
  4. Put Your Mouth to Good Use
  5. Put Your Mouth to Good Use Pt. 2
  6. Isn’t it Just a Number?


  1. Cute Couple Moments


  1. ”That’s irrational.”
  2. ”I’m going to take care of you, okay?” & “Well, this is where I live.”
  3. ”You did what?!”
  4. Make Out Sesh



  1. Soda x Steve x Reader
  2. Dallas x Johnny x Reader
  3. Pony x Cherry x Reader
  4. Darry x Dallas x Reader

Random Random:

  1. The Outsider’s Interpretation by yours truly
  2. Shitpost #1
  3. Star Wars Drawing
  4. Why I Love Top Gun
  5. Shitpost #2


  1. Soda & Darry’s Broship
  2. Soda & Darry Giving Pony “the talk”


  1. Darry & Pony: “You did what?!” & “I might have had a few shots.”

You say ghost

I say Morro

You say love

I say Jaya

You say Genie

I say Djinn

You say Karate

I say Spinjitzu

You say snake

I say Vermillion

You say time

I say the Iron Doom

You say sad

I say Garmadon’s death

You say best friends

I say Cole and Jay

You say Hunger games

I say tournament of Elements

You say Life

I say Ninjago

I would just like to make the decendants fandom aware that these photo’s exist.

Ok, so a few weeks ago I went to this bookfair, and look what I found…

It’s almost like a Disney decendants yearbook.And as soon I saw it I was anxiously rooting through it to find anything I could conserning my ship. (aka, Jaylos.) and this is what I found.

Chad, is a homophope. 

Now we can only assume that according to the weather and the end of the Isle of the Lost, our favorite Villian kids appeared in Aurodon half way through the school year meaning that this yearbook was published in their reality after mal stood up to her mom and Aurdrey decided to get along woth mal. 

However, Audrey comments, obviously tye into her feelings in the begining instead of at the end, which brings forth the quetion…what?

Like, was this just a sloopy mistake that nobody bothored to think about or was Audrey lying about her feelings concerning Mal and her friends?




Next on the list.

Chad is still a jerk face.

Jane on the other hand, is startingt o come out of her shell (at least in writting) and posseses a whole lot of sass. Go Jane!




Along with pics from the movie and strange comments, the book also includes biographies of the students, although in this cass, the Villian’s Kid’s Bios look more like something they pulled out from their records when they were originally deciding if they should bring the villian kids over

I mean, Carlos still sounds like he’s scared of dogs, (which wasn’t the case at the end of the movie, so we have to assume this was written BEFORE the contents of the movie. His Bio also outlins how much he spends with Jay to share personal informationwith as well as how abusive and terrible living with Crullea is.

Speakign of Crullea, may I piont out that in 101 Dalmations 2, It was canoon that Cruellea was mentally insane she was seeing a phyciotrist that cut her off from buying furs forcing Cruella to find another outlook of spots-Painting which laster lead to her kidnapping the puppies all over again. 

But serriously. The Isle of the lost,is the land of the leftovers, most kids over there go to bed hungrey and have never tasted sugar. Do you honestly belive that Aurodon would care about the mental stability of Cruella di Vil? NO. This means, that Carlos grew up with a mentally insane person OFF their medication, who grew more violent everyday. That’s harsh.

Jay’s Bio for the most part reflects Carlos’s in the fact it appears he wrote very soon after he arrived at aurodon noting that he’s “drooling from all the fine swag to lift”

However, his list of stuff he’s stolen says otherwise. As I’m sure many of you know in the second descendents book Return to the Isle of the lost, the gang had to go back to the isle to search for their parents’s magical items of evil. Carlos’s mother’s object was her Emerald ring that represented her pride, wealthy and power and shamed others. 

Now, look back at Jay’s list…yep. he couldn’t have stolen the ring on the Isle becasue they wree hidden in the underground tunnels which means, he had to steal it from Carlos after the second book before they all decided to hand over their objects to the museam/council for safe keeping.

So, what was this? another mistake? an added piece of paper Jay inserted after the yearbok was publishe? Does anyone own their own year book or does everyone in the school just share one?




Moving on! Unforchunetly, as wonderfull as Jaylos is, I’m afraid I’m going to be breaking all you’re jaylos shipping hearts when I say this…Jaylos, is NOT going to be canon. EVER. Not in Descendants 2, not in another book, NEVER. and here’s why…

“Carlos is like a little brother to me.” -Jay

You read that right. Jay, is hitting us hard with the ‘I see you as a younger sibling’ cannon ball. Prepare to abandoned ship. 

HOwever! WE all know that carlos might have a small crush on jay as according to The first Book Isle of the lost when Carlos said thought “Jay laughed again ,which made Carlos feel good, though he couldn’t explain why, not even to himself.” So congrats if you stayed on board, you are hearby saillig bnthe S.S. unrequited love ship.

Ok,Ok,Ok, sirriouly thou. Here’s what I don’t get. you guys see the las tpicture where arlos writes how he wsa scared of dogs and then Jane asks “Who’s afraid of dogs?” Like…???? WHAT THE HEACK JANE?!? HE LITTLEALY WORTE  HIS NAME???? HOW ARE YOU CONFUSED???

 idk, but that’s that. we also have another page with thier bromance grcing the pages. (take THAT chad.)

YEA, They’re familly! Which also more serrious because they grew up without strong relationships with their familly. And right now, I’m going to exclude the girls. Jay’s dad wouldn’t even LOOK at him, really. he wouldn’t, nothing Jay ever stole was EVER good enough. And Cruella? Sometimes, I doubt she even knew her own son’s name to be honest. But I guess she showed a little amout of compassion by forcing him to have “henchman” They didn’t have ANY realtionship with their parents. they barley spoke to their parents at all. For them to claim to be familly, is supper important.

Now, wait a minuite. It looks like Audrey has made another appearence in the book, but this time, her attitude toward the two boys is deffenetly different. It’s way more freindly and sounds more like her personality from the end of the movie/ the wicked world serries.




Well, that’s the end of that. Thanks for reading this long post! 

songs for da first date car ride

just incase u stuck on what to play for that first car ride i gotchu bruh bruh/sis

Foldin Clothes - J Cole
Technology - Fatima
Blue - Shay Lia
Often - Abhi//Dijon
Streamin’ - Elujay
Extroverted Lovers - Jvck James
Dont Get Too High - Bryson Tiller
Favorite - Brasstracks (feat VanJess)
Body - Syd
Conversations - Ashlee Bankz
Want You - Ayo Jay
You Aint Ready - SiR
Intentions - Terrace Martin
Rollin - Calvin Harris
Love Song-1 - The Internet
Some - Steve Lacy
Distant Love - Abhi//Dijon
Summatime - GoldLink
Nervous - Morisha Danee
I Called You - Ashlee Bankz


Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You/Jay Park

Word Count: 2.1K

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Falling In Love - Jay Headcanons

Request: I’d like to request headcanons on how Jay realizes he’s falling in love with his s/o, please.

  • it takes him a long time
  • bc he’s never really been shown love before
  • he wouldn’t know what he was feeling at first
  • he went to Ben with this problem
  • usually he’d go to Carlos but he didn’t know if Carlos would know what he was feeling
  • you are in love, my friend
  • l-love?
  • himing being truly terrfied to tell you
  • bc what if you didn’t love him back??
  • him starting to act differently around you now
  • always stuttering
  • cool Jay is gone
  • he was replaced by a nervous Jay
  • you quickly picked up on his behavior
  • but you weren’t sure what was going on
  • Ben actually cornered you and told you everything
  • so you said ‘i love you’ first
  • he was SO relieved
  • he quickly said it back
  • soft kisses
Ranked again:

Previousy I did this list but I am making a few slight changes. Worst childhood from birth to age 18. If I had to put it in order:

1) Alexander Hamilton
2) James Monroe
3) George Washington
4) Benjamin Franklin
5) Thomas Jefferson
6) James Madison
7) John Adams
8) John Jay

You can ask why.

There’s No Concealing It (Happy X Reader)

Good morning afternoon my lovelies! Here’s some Happy fluffies for y’all! <3 

Originally posted by oreilysamcro

Originally posted by livegood-life-

Playlist: Your Number (feat. Fetty Wap) - Ayo Jay

You crossed the border from Nevada into California about an hour and a half ago and found yourself being the only car on the road. You reveled in the fact that you had the road to yourself. It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in sight, and you thanked god you made the decision to take the soft top off of your Jeep. You flew down the two lane highway, the wind rushing through your hair and the music blaring. As you continued forward, you were distracted by the loud roar of motors from around you. You peered in your rear-view and were greeted by a pack of bikers coming round the bend. There had to be at least twenty, maybe even more.  As they neared your vehicle they parted down the middle, into two lines, one line on either side of you. You glanced at them from over your shoulder, through your window. A young man, with blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair nodded at you and you widened your eyes. A smile crept onto your face and you gazed across the car out the other window. There was another man, older this time, with a white beard who gave you an identical nod. You laughed, the noise rising through the air and engulfing you. They were flanking you.

For the next fifteen minutes the two men rode beside you, blocking both sides of the road. You had your own personal escort, to nowhere in particular. The two men who had originally flanked you eventually pulled up, allowing for more of the men to advance. They pulled together a few metres ahead of you, a line of four, forming behind them and then the entire group surrounded you. This time you had a darker complexion man next to the driver’s side, his eyes dark and intriguing. You gave him a bright smile and he seemed taken aback, turning his head back to the front. You checked the passenger side and saw a man with deep scars on his cheeks but his welcoming smile was what drew you in. You smiled back at him, scrunching your nose a bit in excitement. You turned your music down, not wanting to cause any distractions and carried on with the crew.

After another twenty minutes, and many side glances to the man right outside your window, the young blonde one held his hand up in the air and motioned for the group to proceed onward. You frowned a bit, seeing as they were leaving to go on their way. The scarred man reached out and tapped your door, winking a goodbye and rushing forward with a roar of his engine. You turned to the other man and he was holding your gaze. You tilted your head waiting for a smile but instead he nodded. You pouted but gave him a small wave. He pushed forward and you maintained a steady speed as the rest of the men advanced past you, some pausing to greet you with a wave or nod and then continuing on.

Once they’d all passed by you and were turning into tiny spots on the horizon, you blasted your music again but this time you were exponentially more excited. You’d just been escorted a good ways along your journey by a bunch of burly biker men. You thought you’re trip to Los Angeles was going to be uneventful. Being a part of a biker throng was something a little bit more than ordinary. You couldn’t wait to tell your best friend what had happened.


An hour or so later, you glanced at the gas tank meter and noticed that you were starting to run low. You figured now was as good as a time as any to make a pit stop. You’d gas up, buy some snacks and use the rest room before continuing on your trek to LA. You drove along the highway, noticing the ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign. You chuckled at the name of the town, finding it ironic. As you drove through, waiting for the next station or rest stop, you – admittedly – thought to yourself, ‘what a charming little town’. A little ways along, you found a rest stop with a gas station and veered onto the highway off ramp. You slowed down to a snail’s pace and as you pulled around the corner you spotted the same group of Harley’s parked in a few lines. Most of the men were milling around, smokes dangling from their fingers and raucous conversation drifting through the breeze in your direction. You wanted to drive by and see if you could spot your roadside friends but the gas station extension was in the other direction. You veered off towards the pumps and pulled up to the nearest one. You turned the ignition off and pried open your door, jumping down onto the pavement.


He spotted the familiar white Jeep the second it pulled off of the highway. Chibs nudged his shoulder, inclining his head in the direction of the car, having noticed it as well. They both stared as she slowed down, taking notice of their congregation but turning off the other direction towards the gas pumps.

“Up for a walk?” Chibs asked.

Happy shrugged with a quick nod and pushed away from his bike. They walked side by side towards the small convenience store. As they made their way over, they were expecting the woman they’d driven along with to step out of her Jeep but what they weren’t expecting was the body of the girl that jumped out. Chibs let out a low whistle as she jumped down from the driver’s seat. Happy had to stop walking, studying what she was wearing. She was sporting a pair of jean cut-offs, the edges frayed and a grey crop top under a white, grey and red plaid flannel shirt. She had the plaid flannel tied around her middle, allowing her entire stomach to be bare. On her feet she had a plain pair of black and white Chucks. Happy gulped noticing as her chest bounced with her movements. Her cleavage was obvious from the distance they were standing. Her hips were broad while her legs were thick and muscular to support her round bottom. Chibs made another noise of approval and they both sped up from their leisurely pace to a brisk walk.  

By the time they reached her vehicle, she’d already finished pumping and had disappeared into the store to pay. They both peered into the open windows of her car and spotted a large duffle in her backseat, along with a guitar case and an extra pair of shoes and a pair of heels sitting on the floor. It appeared that she was on a road trip somewhere. Happy made his way around the back and examined the license plate.

“Plate says Nevada.” Hap mentioned to Chibs, who had posted himself against the driver’s door and pulled out his pack of smokes.

Chibs nodded, “On a bit of a road trip, then.”

They both agreed with his statement and Happy mirrored his positon. Chibs offered his brother a smoke and they both lit up, waiting for the girl to return.


After you finished paying, with your small bag of snacks and purse in hand, you pushed the glass door open and found two men leaning around the other side of your Jeep. You paused, before making your way over. As you approached them, they both turned their heads in your direction. You recognized them immediately, having been the second pair of bikers to drive next to you on the highway. You stopped a few feet away from them, gracing them with a sweet smile.

“You boys lost?” You questioned in a playful tone.

The one with the scars flicked his cigarette butt, ridding it of its excess ashes and spoke, “No… but we were wondering what a nice girl like you is doing travelling these roads alone?”

You noticed the thick accent right away and had to take a minute to digest what he’d said. You weren’t expecting a foreign accent on a biker but in a way it made him even hotter. You did notice that the other man still hadn’t said anything, so you decided to force him into speaking.

You took a step closer, directing your next question at the other man, “Is that so?”

He raised one eyebrow and nodded, “Yeah.”

His voice was deep and had a profound gravel. You nearly jumped him right then and there. Something about his tone was a turn on. You wanted to hear more. You didn’t care what you had to do, but you were going to make the man talk.

With a simper and a giggle you answered, “Well… if you must know, I’m on a road trip to visit a good friend in LA.”

They both nodded, an identical pout of thoughtfulness on their mouths. You assessed the two men standing across from you. They were both extremely good looking men, behind their tough guy exteriors. You couldn’t help the overwhelming attraction you had to the darker man, though. The voice was already determined, but there was something else. Maybe it was the toothpick in his mouth, or possibly the obvious tattoos down his arms and on his head. You couldn’t pinpoint the reason why but you didn’t really care. He was cute. You bit down on your lip and leaned in, your side lining your car, next to the tanned skin man.

“Some kind of convention?” You nudged your head in the direction of the rest of the bikers.

They both smiled but it was the one you liked that answered, “Something like that.”

He stared down at you, a hunger in his eyes and licked his lips. You pulled your shoulders forward, giving him a private grin. The other man caught onto what was happening and pushed forward.

“I’ll let the boys know you’ll be right back.” The scarred one spoke to his friend. You gazed out at the accented man and he winked, “You have a safe trip, luv.”

“Thank you.” You appreciated the gesture, two fold.

The man who stayed, the one you liked, watched as his fellow biker retreated. Once the other man was far enough away, the one with you turned his body fully in your direction.

“What’s in LA?” He questioned, “A boyfriend?”

You shook your head, “No boyfriend. Home or away.”

He leaned in closer, a hand landing on your hip and tightening, “Good.”

“Have a name?” You pressed your hand into his chest, keeping him a few inches away.

There was a tiny growl in his throat at your touch, “Happy.”

You were prepared to lean right in and kiss his lips but you were both distracted by the loud trilling of a cell phone. You rolled your eyes, realizing it was yours. With an apologetic pout, you pulled your phone from your pocket and answered. You turned away from the cute guy – Happy – as you just learned and informed your best friend where on the route you currently were. 

While you were busy answering questions, Happy got a call to his own phone and judging by his facial expression, needed to leave. Thinking quickly you grabbed a permanent marker and ripped a page out of the notebook in your bag. You handed the materials to him and he took the hint. He scribbled a number down and handed everything back to you. He nodded a farewell and turned around, making his way over to his friends. You tossed all your belongings into the car, finished your conversation with your friend, ended the call and gazed down at the piece of paper Happy left for you. You weren’t in any kind of a rush so you took a minute and programmed his number into your phone.

You gazed up seeing that he hadn’t made it all the way back yet and came up with a brilliant plan. You pressed call on your phone and hopped back down onto the pavement. You trotted after the man, watching his back as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, catching up to him. A broad grin spanned your face as he flipped his phone open.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“I’m going to be gone for a week. After that I’ll be back up this way….” You spoke into the receiver.

When he realized it was you he turned and found you standing right behind him. You hooked your hand with your phone in it around his neck and tugged him forward. You fit his lips against yours, pressing against him hard. His hands reached out and stretched across your lower back. You groaned at the feeling of his hands on you and opened your mouth a little. He took this as his cue to slip his tongue against yours. He tugged you closer, your bodies flush against one another. You tilted your head, rolling your body against his groin. With a heavy breath you pushed away. You both blinked half a dozen times, catching your breaths and staring at one another.

Pushing your hair out of your face you finished your original sentence, “Think you’ll be around? To continue this?”

He grabbed your neck in his calloused hand and crushed his lips against yours. He pulled away as quickly as he came at you and you licked your lips.

“For you little girl… I will be.” He promised.

anonymous asked:

Malia as a cheerleader and Stiles bing his normal self? AU

So like I played around with this prompt a lot but I only liked it when I came up with the Concept “Malia is a cheerleader and she sets her sights on Stiles, who is baffled and awkward, and she is thoroughly amused by him, ”And here we are. I only did a cursory editing sweep so I apologize for any mistakes! - Jay

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The first time Malia saw Stiles was when she was on her way to cheerleading tryouts. It was only a week after she had moved to Beacon Hills so she had gotten lost trying to find the small gym, eventually learning she was to cut through the bigger gym to get there. Some people she recognized from her classes were in the big gym, dribbling basketballs, running around, or pretending to stretch.

Malia was halfway across the gym when she saw a boy standing alone, dribbling a ball lazily near one of the baskets. He decided to try shooting the ball, but instead of going into the basket, the ball hit the backboard and came back like a boomerang to bounce off his head.

Malia chuckled as she saw him scramble after the ball and then check to see if anyone saw what happened. He didn’t seem to notice her at all, but in the brief moment she saw his face, Malia was able to discern that he was very cute. The boy went back to dribbling, or rather tried to, but the basketball bounced off the toe of his shoe and he had to chase it down again.

Malia smiled, amused by his lack of athletic ability, as she finally exited the gym.


The next time Malia saw him was two weeks later.

She was over by her locker, talking to her only friend and fellow cheerleader, Isaac, when someone barreled past them only to trip on Isaac’s bag and immediately face plant.

Malia made to help the boy up, but he quickly scrambled up off the floor and was off again. She barely recognized that it was the boy from a few weeks ago before he disappeared around the corner.

Isaac groaned, drawing Malia’s attention to where he was crouched next to his bag.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“He broke off part of the glass heart Scott made for me.”

Malia smiled, amusement bleeding into her tone as she said, “I thought it was a cheesy gift that embarrassed you?”

Isaac blushed and stared down into his bag. “It is, but Scott put so much effort into it and I don’t want him to be upset.”

“Mhm.” Malia hummed, clearly not fooled by the lie. “Say, if he gave it to you last Tuesday, why is it still in your bag?”

“I - uh - I -” Isaac sputtered,” - look it doesn’t matter! What does matter is that I’m going to kill Stiles!”

Malia laughed at how flustered he looked, but she didn’t register whatever he mumbled as he rushed off in the direction the boy went.

Stiles, huh? That’s a strange name.


The next day, she found herself looking for Stiles in the cafeteria, pleased when her eyes finally landed on him sitting across the room next to Scott. Kira and Lydia, two of the other cheerleaders had invited Malia and Isaac to sit with them at lunch almost every day since they had joined the team or else Isaac would have invited Malia to sit with him and his boyfriend by now.

Lydia was telling them about about her boyfriend, Jordan, who had graduated last year and was off attending college somewhere on a soccer scholarship. Not that Malia was really paying attention as she was too busy watching Stiles.

He was talking animatedly to Scott about something, his arms flailing wildly when Lydia finally noticed she wasn’t paying attention.

“Does someone have a little crush on Scott’s friend?” Lydia asked.

Malia tore her gaze away from Stiles. “What?”

“You we’re staring at - oh, what’s his name? - Biles?“ Lydia guessed.

“Stiles,” Malia corrected. “And no I wasn’t.”

Lydia gave her this look. “Well, I know you’re not staring at Scott because not only is he Isaac’s boyfriend, but your eyes were tracking movement and he’s sitting perfectly still. Biles, on the other hand, can’t seem to stop moving.”

“Oh god, please tell me you don’t have a crush on that moron,” Isaac groaned.

Malia frowned. “I don’t have a crush on him. I haven’t even talked to him.”

“But you do think he’s cute?” Lydia asked. “You were staring at him for awhile.”

Malia wasn’t the type to blush, but three pairs of curious eyes almost managed it. “He’s alright I guess.”

Malia looked between the others, Isaac appeared to be studying her, Lydia had this curious look in her eyes,  but Kira looked sympathetic and said, “I heard Jackson asked out Danny,” just to shift the attention away from her.

Malia was grateful when both Lydia and Isaac’s heads snapped in her direction.

It took all of her willpower, but Malia forced herself not to look at Stiles again for the rest of lunch.


Malia was stretching on the field next to Isaac when Scott came up to them. He greeted Malia politely, then launched into conversation with Isaac.

Malia thought they were a cute couple, but like all couples, it didn’t take long for them to annoy her. She walked off to go stand next to Kira who pulled her seamlessly into the conversation she had been having with Allison.

A few minutes later, Allison stopped mid-sentence to say incredulously, “He still has a thing for her?”

Malia turned around to see Stiles talking to Lydia. She didn’t seem particularly interested in what he had to say, but he kept speaking to her anyway.

“She barely remembers his name most of the time,” Allison said, shaking her head. “That boy must love torturing himself to still have a crush on a girl who has a boyfriend.”

Malia frowned. Lydia hadn’t mentioned Stiles had a crush on her, but with how completely bored she looked at the moment, it was likely she just thought it didn’t matter.

“He’s liked her since elementary, but she’s barely said two words to him.  I think he just likes the idea of her at this point,” Kira commented.

Malia felt that Kira’s words directed more towards her so she gave her a grateful smile that Allison didn’t seem to notice.

“Alright ladies!” Shouted their cheer Coach. “It’s time for practice!”

Lower and clearly directed towards Scott and Stiles she asked for all non-cheerleaders to clear out. Stiles called something out to Lydia, but she ignored him.

Malia watched Stiles trip after Scott, hoping just a bit that Kira was right about his feelings for Lydia. It was clear where Lydia stood towards him. She only ever acted like an ice queen to boys she didn’t want to deal with, other ice queens, or out of line older men.

Scott looked back and saw her staring so he waved, she waved back, a little more eagerly when Stiles turned around too. Stiles waved to her and ended up tripping over his own two feet, scrambling awkwardly to get up and waving to her again with an embarrassed smile.

Malia laughed.

He’s adorable.


Malia was sat at her usual table with Kira and Lydia when Isaac approached, stopping right in front of her.

“Come with me,” he said, sounding annoyed.

Malia eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”

“I want you to eat lunch with me. Come.” Isaac jerked his head back towards the table he had been occupying with Scott and Stiles.

“You should go,” Lydia said. “Its a nice opportunity for you to actually talk with your crush.”

Malia rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a crush! I don’t even know him!”

“And you won’t unless you go over there and talk to him,” Lydia said.

Malia looked at Kira for support, but felt the sharp sting of betrayal when she said, “You’ve been staring at him all week. I think its time you actually had a conversation with him.”

Fine,” she muttered, resenting them all just a little for being so pushy.

Isaac forced her to sit across from Stiles, but she felt a little relieved when he sat next to her. Neither Scott, nor Stiles even realized they sat down at first, too engrossed in arguing about something.

Isaac rolled his eyes. “God, shut up about it already!”

Both the other boys turned to him.

Stiles glared at him. “You don’t even know what we’re talking about!”

Isaac shrugged.“Doesn’t matter. Any conversation with you is a waste of time.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, ready to argue when he finally noticed Malia. She knew he noticed her because his whole demeanor changed and he turned so he was facing her directly.

“Uh, Hi,” he said. “I’m Stiles.”

Malia smiled at him. “Malia.”

Stiles seemed to be momentarily stunned and didn’t snap out of it until Scott nudged him. “Name nice.”

Malia chuckled. A boy had never reacted to her this way before and she found it both amusing and kind of adorable.

“Try again,” Isaac said, smirking at Stiles. “This time, use your words.”

Stiles shot a glare at the other boy. “I meant, that’s a nice name.”

Malia offered a friendly smile. “Thanks. I like the name Stiles too.”

Stiles smiled back. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around. Well, besides the other day when you know…”

“You tripped over your own two feet?” Isaac supplied.

Malia pinched his side and he jerked suddenly, glaring at her. “I moved here about a month ago.”

“What made you come to Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked, blushing slightly at the mention of his clumsiness.

“Dad was tired of LA, so he looked for small towns in California and we moved to the first one he was able to find a job in,” Malia explained.

She noticed that Scott and Isaac scooted just a little farther down to let them talk, but not so far that they couldn’t jump into the conversation if they really wanted.

Stiles started asking her the basic questions about her life, seeming to grow more confident the longer they talked. He seemed to grow a bit shy when she asked him the same questions and he ended up rambling on with some of his answers.

She thought it was cute.

Lunch went by way too fast for Malia’s liking. She had really enjoyed talking to Stiles, even when he stumbled over his words or talked a little too fast.

And maybe, just maybe, after that she started to develop a little crush on the clumsy boy she saw in the gym that day.


Malia stood at the edge of the football field, waiting eagerly for the game to start. Some of the other cheerleaders were standing closer to the bleachers, talking to their friends, some just sat stretching around her. It was their first game of the season and her first cheerleading performance in front of a crowd, so obviously Malia was nervous.

She felt someone grab her hand and reflexively spun around, nearly punching Isaac, who managed to catch her fist before it met his face.

“Nervous, Lia?” He asked as he let go of her fist.

She squeezed his other hand. “Maybe a little.”

“Come do stretches with me,” Isaac suggested.

Malia nodded and allowed Isaac to lead her over to a spot of unoccupied turf. It was as they stretched that Malia’s eyes searched the crowd for the boy they always sought out.

“He’s towards the center with Erica and Boyd,” Isaac supplied helpfully.

Malia found him almost instantly, ignoring the urge to smile at the sight of him laughing at something one of the others said. “I thought you hated that I like him.”

Isaac finished stretching his arms. “I do, but that doesn’t mean I won’t feed your little crush.”

Malia chuckled.

A moment passed and then Isaac spoke again,“He thinks you’re gorgeous.”

Malia paused in reaching for her toes. “He does?”

“Yeah, but what does he know?” Isaac teased.

Malia threw her pom poms at him, but he just laughed.

Scott ran up to them, dressed in the red and beige of the Beacons Hills Timberwolves. Isaac jumped up and greeted him with a kiss.

A few of the cheerleaders, including Malia, cheered obnoxiously for them, earning a middle finger from Isaac.

“Hey, Malia,” Scott greeted as soon as Isaac detached himself. “You excited for tonight?”

“Yeah. Just a little nervous.” Malia admitted.

“Don’t be. I’ve seen you guys practice and you’re gonna nail it.” Scott assured her, offering a friendly smile.

Malia smiled back, feeling a little less worried now. “Thanks.”

“Just stating the facts.” Scott said.

“McCall!” Shouted Coach Finstock.

“Good luck you guys!” Scott called as he rushed off.

Isaac sat back down and went back to stretching. “So, are you ever going to talk to him again?”

Malia stole a quick glance at the boy in question. “When I get the chance.”

Isaac frowned at her, giving her a look that could only be described as disapproving.

“What?” Malia asked.

“You’re not shy, Lia, so why is your progress with him so slow?” Isaac asked.

Malia shrugged. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to rush into anything. Especially since he has a crush on Lydia.”

Isaac rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you could swoop in with your amazing legs and steal his attention in a heartbeat.”

Malia wasn’t so sure. “He’s liked her forever. I don’t think it would be that easy. I mean, shes been dating Parrish for a year and that still hasn’t deterred him!”

Isaac stared at her for a long minute, then turned to the bleachers and yelled, “STILES, COME HERE!”

Malia’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving you your chance,” Isaac answered.

Malia shook her head at him. “Why am I friends with you again?”

Isaac flashed her a charming smile. “Because I already had a boyfriend, but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Malia rolled her eyes. He would never let her forget that she had hit on him when they first met.

Stiles finally reached the edge of the bleachers, leaning against the railing as he said, “I didn’t do anything!”

“You broke my heart,” Isaac said dramatically.

Stiles sputtered. “You said you forgave me for that!”

Isaac shrugged. “I lied to appease Scott, but I know how you can really make it up to me.”

“How?” Stiles asked.

“This one is nervous about tonight,” Isaac gestured to Malia,“and I thought you, ball of anxiety that you are, could help her use it to her advantage like I’ve seen you do.”

Malia had to give Isaac credit, he sure was clever.

“Um, yeah, alright,” Stiles said, looking a mix of confused and excited.

“Excellent!” Isaac exclaimed. “I’m going to go talk to Lydia, and she better be less nervous when I get back or you’ll still owe me.”

Stiles frowned, but nodded anyway.

“He really likes to give you a hard time, doesn’t he?” Malia mused as she watched Isaac jog off.

“We usually give each other a hard time, but Scott’s been getting really fed up with it and insists we make nice,” Stiles said. “It’s harder than it looks.”

Malia nodded. Ever since Isaac discovered she liked him, all he did was complain to her about Stiles and how neither of them seemed to be able to stop picking fights with the other.

Malia turned and smiled at him. “So, how do I use my nerves to my advantage?”

“Well sarcasm is usually my method,” Stiles admitted,“but in your case, I would just focus on what I’m doing instead of what I’m feeling. If you focus on what you’re feeling, you’ll focus on how everyone else will feel about what you’re doing too and that leads to spiraling and panicking.”

Malia took a step forward. “What if I only focus on one person? What if I only care what how they feel about what I’m doing?”

Stiles didn’t seem to pick up on what she was hinting. “Whatever works best for you I suppose.”

Malia decided to be more forward, the way she usually was when a person caught her eye. “Is it okay if I focus on you?”

Stiles’ eyebrows shot up, and he gaped momentarily before stumbling out his reply. “Uh - yeah. Yeah that’s - that’s fine with me.”

Malia beamed. “I feel less anxious already.”

Stiles smiled. “Glad to be of assistance.”

A moment passed where they just looked at each other, and Malia knew that now she had to be a bit more aggressive in her pursuits if she wanted him to keep looking at her like that.

Maybe Isaac was right. Maybe she could swoop in and get the guy if she just stopped doubting she could get his attention.

“I should get back to the others,” Malia said, gesturing behind her.

Stiles nodded. “Yeah. I should get back to my friends.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Isaac you’re even now,” Malia said.

Stiles laughed. “That would be great.”

Malia slowly started backing away. “I’ll see you later.”

Stiles grinned. “Yeah. Later.”

Malia reluctantly turned around and ran off to stand next to Isaac and Lydia.

So?” Lydia asked pointedly.

Malia feigned ignorance. “So?”

Isaac raised his eyebrow at her and somehow that seemed to make her more willing to dish then when Lydia did the same thing. She told them about what happened, surprised by her own level of excitement. She didn’t gush about boys, she dated them occasionally, but she never felt the need to chat about them with her friends.

Lydia seemed particularly pleased by what she told her. “Maybe soon I can actually be nice to him for a change.”

“I won’t be,” Isaac said. “I know you like him, Lia, but there is a limit to supporting your crush.”

Malia rolled her eyes, but this time it was out of an exasperated fondness for her best friend.

The game started not long after that, and Malia took every opportunity to look at Stiles who seemed to be doing the exact same thing. She completely forgot about being nervous in the first place.


Malia was almost asleep when she felt someone kick her foot. Her eyes shot open and she turned to Isaac, silently asking him why the hell he’d woken her up. He simply nodded towards the library doors and she understood the moment she looked over and saw Stiles walk in.

Instead of going over to him immediately, Malia waited for him to disappear behind one of the shelves. Isaac rolled his eyes as she got up to find him.

She found him digging through his backpack at a table in a little sideroom she hadn’t known existed.  He didn’t even notice her approach until she pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.

“Hey,” he said, smiling.

“Hey,” Malia said back. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

Stiles shook his head. “Not at all.”

It was as he pulled out math homework that she realized she’d forgotten her bag and probably wouldn’t have an excuse to stay if he insisted on focusing on his work at some point.

There you are,” Isaac said, walking up from behind her.

She turned and saw he had her bag.

“You forgot this in history,” he lied.

Malia shook her head before taking her bag from him.  "I can’t believe I forgot my bag. Thanks Isaac.“

“Of course, Lia,” he said. “I have to go find Scott, but I’ll see you at practice.”

Malia nodded and then he was off without acknowledging Stiles at all.

“You two are pretty close, huh?” Stiles asked.

“He’s my best friend,” Malia said.

“All his snark doesn’t get to you?”

“Well, believe it or not, he’s actually nice and not always snarky,” Malia informed him. “There must just be something about you that brings out the worst in him.”

“So you’re saying I just happen to be special enough to naturally set him off?”


Stiles shook his head. “Lucky me. At least I’m special to someone.”

Malia felt heart skip a beat as she boldly said. “You’re special to me too.”

Stiles was at a loss for words.

Malia found herself blushing for the first time since her dad explained her period to her.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he managed to say, “I am?”

Malia nodded. “I like you, Stiles.”

“Like a friend? Or…?”

“Like I want to go on a date with you after the game on Friday,” Malia clarifed.

His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Am I that bad at flirting?” Malia asked.

“You really have been flirting with me?” Stiles seemed utterly surprised. “Scott said so, but I didnt really believe it.”


Stiles gestured to her,“Because you’re so…and I’m so,” he gestured to himself.

“You’re cute is what you are. Smart, funny,  and adorable too,” Malia said.

“You too. I mean, you - you’re all those things too.”

Malia grinned.  "So, Friday then?“

A big smile slowly spread across his face. “It’s a date.”

“Okay.” Malia said, grin widening.

“Okay,” Stiles said, smiling so hard it must have hurt a little.

They started working on their homework after that, occasionally exchanging glances and all too happy smiles.


“For someone who claims to hate my little crush, you’ve sure done a lot to get us together,” Malia commented as she and Isaac followed Lydia and Kira around a random clothing store in the mall.

“Yeah, well, you’re my friend and I help my friends,” Isaac said casually. “Even when they fall for a clumsy moron who once asked me if they were attractive to gay guys.”

Malia laughed. “He asked you that? What did you say?”

“I said I’d rather shove my dick in a bee hive and he got all pouty so I apologized and said that he was good enough for a one night stand at least.”

Malia shook her head. “Why are you so mean to him?”

Isaac shrugged. “I don’t know. Something about him just bugs me.”

“And you won’t play nice for me and Scott?”

“Lia, I just physically can’t stop. I see his dumb face and I can’t help myself.”

“What are you going to do if he becomes my boyfriend?”

“Puke?” He guessed.

Malia slapped his arm lightly. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,“Isaac said.

Malia sighed. "Isaac.”

Isaac sighed too. “Look Lia, I’ll try a little harder to be nice, okay? I don’t hate the guy, he just annoys me and I annoy him,  but if he can hold back, so can I.”

Malia kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, babe,” Isaac said, smiling at her.

Lydia and Kira both stopped suddenly, almost making Malia and Isaac run right into them.

“Um, guys?” Malia prodded.

“I think we found what you’re going to wear on your date,” Lydia answered.


Isaac finished placing Malia’s hair just right and gave her a thumbs up. It still baffled her how just earlier that day he said dating Stiles was a poor life choice, yet here he was, making sure she looked perfect for their date.

“Ready?” Isaac asked, gathering up all of her cheerleading stuff so he could take it home for her.

“Almost,” Malia said, walking closer to the mirror.

She had to admit, she looked hot in her new dress. It was a dark red - wine red - according to the tag, lacy, not too long, not too short, hugged her body comfortably and really showed off her legs. Her long brown hair was curled slightly, half of it hanging down her chest, half of it down her back, drawing just the right amount of attention to her face. Lydia had lent her some matching heels and some dark red liptisick that wasnt quite the same color as her dress, but so similar it wasn’t likely anyone would notice.

“You’re missing something,” Isaac said suddenly.

Malia frowned. “I am?”

He turned to his cheerleading bag and pulled out a small red box that he handed to her immediately.

“What’s this?” Malia asked as she started to take off the lid.

“Just a little gift,” Isaac shrugged as he said it.

Inside the box was a gold necklace with a little gold heart attached to it.

“Figured you needed some thing to go with your dress,” Isaac said.

Malia smiled and hugged him. “Thank you.”

He hugged her back. “My little Lia has grown up so fast. Already going on her first date.”

Malia chuckled. “It’s not my first date.”

“I choose to block out the part of your life that doesn’t include me,” He said.

Malia shook her head and handed him the necklace. “Help me put it on?”

He nodded and she turned around.

Malia and Isaac had only know each other seven weeks, but they got along so swimmingly that it felt like they’d known each other for years.

After putting on her necklace, Malia hugged Isaac one last time and left to meet Stiles in the parking lot. He was leaning against his jeep, scanning around for her.

“Hey!” She greeted.

He turned around and his eyebrows shot up. “Wow. You look amazing.”

Malia smiled. “Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself.”

He wore a simple light blue dress shirt tucked into his black jeans, a simple black bowtie around his neck and the same blue converse he always wore.

They filed into the jeep and talked about school, their friends and the game that night on their way to the diner Stiles had picked out. The building looked new and clean, but had the aesthetics of a diner from the 50’s. It was called Rocko’s and was apparently Scott and Stiles’ favorite place to eat.

Stiles led her over to a booth in the corner, claiming it was his favorite place to sit.

“So, what do you recommend from here?” Malia asked.

“Well the food here is all delicious, but I recommend Rocko’s Brunch Belly Burger and a Lynette’s Heavenly Shake,” Stiles said.

Malia raised her eyebrow at him. “What exactly are those?”

Stiles grinned. “Nothing weird. I swear. It’s just a burger with a fried egg, and a peanut butter brownie milkshake.”

“That actually sounds really good.” Malia said. “I’ll get that.”

The waitress came to take their drink order and seemed pleased they already knew what they wanted.

“So, I’ve been wondering,” Stiles said after the waitress left, “what made you want to be a cheerleader?”

Malia shrugged. “I’ve never really been the type to participate in school activities, but it’s my last year of high school and I wanted to get involved somehow.”

Stiles nodded.

“I considered the soccer team, but the season doesn’t start until next semester and I wanted to start something now. I saw that there were late tryouts for cheerleading and thought, why not?”

“Huh. Funny. Both you and Isaac joined for the same reason,” Stiles said.

Malia smiled. “Yeah. It’s part of the reason we stuck with each other all throughout try outs.”

“I tried out for football with Scott,” Stiles said. “Well, I tried to try out, but Coach took one look at me and just laughed. When he stopped he said, I saw you trip on air this morning Stilinski. Get out of here.

Malia tried to not to laugh.

“No, go ahead, its only fair,” Stiles said.

Malia laughed then said, “I’m sorry! It’s just that I always see you tripping or almost falling. As mean as Coach is, he has a point.”

Stiles just shrugged. “I know. That’s why I just watched Scott try out.”

It seemed easy for them to talk, even when their nerves bled through because it felt comforting to know that the other was nervous too. So dinner flew by with mouthwatering food and flowing conversation about music, movies, TV shows and random little stories about their childhoods or teenaged adventures.

They ended up staying at the diner long after they’d eaten, too engrossed in one another and not wanting the night to end. It wasnt until Malia’s dad called, telling her she need to come home that they finally left.

Slience only replaced their chattering when Stiles stopped outside her house. She didn’t make to get out and he didn’t try to suggest It, so they just sat there in awkward silence for the first time that night.

Malia had thought their date was almost perfect, all she wanted was a kiss to make it so, but she really liked Stiles, in a way she hadn’t liked any of her other boyfriends and that made her hesitate.

“So, uh, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Stiles said.

“Me too.” Malia said.

“We should do this again sometime,” Stiles suggested.

Malia nodded. “I’d like that.”

Malia saw light spill through the front door as it swung open and knew that she needed to just go for it before her dad marched over. Malia grabbed Stiles face and kissed him softly, smiling when she felt him kiss back. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it was amazing.

Stiles smiled at her and she couldn’t resist giving him one last peck on the cheek before she hopped out of the jeep and ran into her house.

Her crush wasn’t so little after that.

I actually did those things with a basketball and I’m just glad no one ever noticed when I accidentally hit myself in the face. Anyways, I hope you liked this!- Jay

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Summary: Sam invites you to a party. You go, the sex happens, and the next morning things get deep.
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, some random brunette you dance with
Word Count: 4954
Warnings: SMUT, implied blowjob, recreational drug use (sheesh, it’s just a little pot), sex on a friggin’ beanbag chair, unsafe safe (wrap those dicks, folks), vaginal sex, a little spanking, dirty talk bc I love writing the stuff, praising, Dean’s a perverted pothead, deep shit at the end bc this excuse for filthy smut needs to have some kind of plot
Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, my little turtle doves! As my gift to you, here’s the next chapter to BCKoL! As always, I hope y’all enjoy it and If you’d like to be added to the tag list for instant updates just shoot me an ask telling me so. Xoxo! -Jay

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Part 19 - Play It Again

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Summary: Jensen Ackles wasn’t looking for love, he had all but given up on finding it. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t expecting to find it in his best friend’s nanny.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 2,254
Warnings: none, fluff, just pure fluff, surprises
Disclaimer: For the purpose of this story Danneel and JJ don’t exist, you shall see why as you read :)
A/N: SO MUCH FLUFF.  Title comes from In Play It Again by Luke Bryan. Hope you guys enjoy it! Anyway, feedback is super cool :)

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