I am so, so sorry for taking forever on this, @squidhundred! I had originally done a full digital piece, but my dad decided it would be cool to wipe the computer without telling me and then life got in the way and I never got the chance to work on anything…but here you go; it’s done now! I hope this measly thing was worth the wait ;w;
P.S. For scale purposes, it is approximately 1.5 inches tall.
genre: smut + a tiny bit of fluff at the end; domestic AU
summary: you’re forced to go to the equivalent of bible camp, out in the forest. unfortunately, you’re also forced to share a tent with a resident goody-two-shoes and you decide to have a little fun messing with him. turns out, it brings him to his limit and pushes him over the edge.
requested by: an anon who wanted a camping smut with doyoung from nct 127
a/n: just a disclaimer that none of the religion talk was supposed to be rude or offensive, it was simply a them i chose so please don’t take anything said to heart. also i apologize if the characterization is off, doyoung is one of my lesser known members i’ve gotten to learn in nct so i tried my best ;;;;;
The weather was balmy, clammy even. It made your loose
t-shirt stick to you in ways you could only verbalize as gross. Another heavy sigh left your mouth as you shrugged your
duffle bag to your other shoulder, both of them already sore from the constant
switching of the weight as you trudged along the trail.
Your mother made you go on this trip, a so-called “annual
camping cleanse” that your local church would host to the local youth. The age
limit was technically at 18 but the pastor more often than not let others go
regardless of age, wanting whomever who wanted to experience the healing powers
of nature come along. So long as they followed the rules.
They are as stated:
Absolutely no intermingling between the males
and females of the group inside tents
Clean up after yourself, including campfires and
Know what you’re there for: to learn the beauty
God has graced onto this earth.
AN: This was a very fun part to write! All of my love and gratitude to @piecesofscully for the lightning fast beta and just for being an all around wonderful person.
“God, Mulder, you really need to stop that.”
“Mmmm stop what?” Mulder asked as he continued to wind his tongue around her earlobe, his teeth gently tugging at her earring.
Scully closed her eyes, the hotel keycard missing the lock entirely as she leaned back into his chest, reveling at the feeling of his tongue in her ear and his hands pawing at her breasts. “You know exactly what you are doing, Agent Mulder. I’m having enough trouble with this key as it is, I really don’t need you doing, oh Jesus, that.”
He popped the top button of her shirt open as he leaned down and whispered a gentle laugh into her cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you polish off that much champagne, Agent Scully. As the acting supervisor of The X-Files division I have to say, I am highly disappointed.”
Giving up on the door, she dropped the keycard to the floor before reaching behind her.
“Hmmm, that certainly doesn’t feel like disappointment, and besides, Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI,” she sassed as she turned around and wound her arms around his neck putting her lips against his, “We are not currently on duty. A fact that I plan on continuing to celebrate with more alcohol and more you.” Scully punctuated her statement with a slow lick of his bottom lip.
“Oh, Scully, I don’t know.” He bent down to pick the card up off the floor, dragging his hands across the curves and planes of her body as he straightened back up. “Your level of inebriation is a cause of concern.” Mulder finally unlocked the door and held it open with an outstretched arm.
Scully lifted her eyebrow and her eyes to Mulder as she was forced to walk under his arm. “Seriously? Mulder, I might be a little tipsy, but I assure you, the keycard wasn’t working right. I am in no way drunk.”
After making sure the “Do Not Disturb” door hanger was firmly in place, he shut the door, flipped the lock and turned to her. His eyes moved across her body languidly, taking their time to take in all of her before answering, “That is exactly why I am concerned.” Mulder crossed to the minibar, taking out tiny bottle after tiny bottle. “This is one, full, case-free, duty-free, FBI-free, weekend. Just you and me, Scully.”
Scully perched on the foot of the large king-sized bed and toed off her high heels, the shoes thumping to the carpet. “How did you manage to swing this, Mulder? How were you able to slide under Skinner’s radar? I thought for sure he would have us on another case this weekend.”
Ceasing his minibar raid, Mulder turned to her with a smirk. “Well, I may or may not have implied that we would be swamped with a backlog of purchase requisitions that need to be processed before being sent over to accounting –”
“Not entirely false.” Scully interrupted.
“And Skinner just so happens to be at a director’s conference all weekend, so there is no chance we are going to be called away on a case,” he explained, his smirk evolving into full-fledged smile. “Pick your poison, Scully.”
Toying with the buttons of her blouse she looked at him through her lashes before replying, “What do you think, Mulder?”
He sat back on his heels and regarded her, staring at her for a beat before answering. “You seem like a strictly wine and champagne girl. Maybe the occasional beer.”
“What would you do if I requested that bottle of Patrón in your hand?”
When you arrived back at the hotel a few hours later, you were still angry but you’d calmed down a bit. Only a bit though.
Whilst you understood Spencer’s frustrations and why he was upset, you couldn’t believe he’d walked away from his mom and left you both there.
Luckily, Diana’s aide had travelled separately thinking it best that the ‘family’ travel together, so she’d been able to take you back to the hospital and had kindly given you a lift back to the hotel.
You’d stayed with Diana for another hour or so after the funeral, to make she was okay. She was disappointed in Spencer’s actions too, upset that he hadn’t been able to make it through the ceremony to support her. The hospital provided you both with some dinner, which you ate together, talking quietly about Reid’s childhood. The older woman was tired, so you left shortly afterwards, giving her a hug and telling her you were flying back tomorrow afternoon.
“Come by and see me before you leave if you can. My son is lucky to have someone like you in his life.”
You told her you’d try, thinking that Spencer might not feel so lucky when you went back and ripped him a new one for leaving you both.
When you made it back to the hotel room, he was lying on the bed still in his suit, his eyes closed and his hands clasped over his chest. The TV was off and the only light was from the bedside lamp. Three empty miniature bottles of whisky were strewn on the bed covers. You picked them up tossing them into the waste bin, them making a loud noise as they hit the metallic bottom of the bin. His eyes flew open.
“Hey,” he said wearily.
“Hey? Is that all you’ve got to say?”
“I don’t know what else to say.” He pulled himself into a sitting position.
“I’m sorry for abandoning you to emotionally support a woman you’ve only known for four days would be a start. And asking how she is, would be a second.”
“Please don’t start. I feel bad enough.”
“So you fucking should. The one day you needed to be there for your mom and you couldn’t do it.”
“I know, I’m as bad as him. How is she? I called the hospital an hour ago and they said you were back.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“She’s okay. She’s a little upset at you, naturally. And she’s tired. But she’s okay.”
“Thank you. For everything.”
He looked so sad and beat so you decided to cut him a break, reaching out and taking his hands into yours.
“Spencer, I get it okay. I just…. think you should have stayed. For your mom.”
“I know, I should have. You’re right.”
“I’m always right.” You sat down on the bed next to him.
“Thank you again. I honestly don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t have been here.”
He leant over, intending to kiss your cheek but you turned slightly. Not on purpose. But when his lips connected he caught the side of your mouth, you both pulling away slightly. Your lips tingled where his had been.
Neither of you said anything, you not moving or making any eye contact with him, the atmosphere in the room suddenly so heavy and thick that you could slice it with a knife.
Thirty seconds passed and then you felt his hand cup underneath your chin, tilting your face up to his as he leant in again, this time pressing his lips fully onto yours.
You should have pulled away, you’d said at the start of this that there was to be no kissing. But here you were, his lips on yours. And you didn’t want to pull back.
He started to move his mouth against yours slowly and you retaliated, letting your eyelids flutter shut and angling your head slightly to the right. Spencer’s lips were warm and full, slightly chapped from his constant licking and biting of them. You’d felt them on various parts of your body before but never on your mouth. Your lips parted, allowing him to lock your lower lip in between his and you allowed your own hand to move to his neck, feeling the warm skin there.
Spencer adjusted his position on the bed, causing your noses to knock as he snaked a hand around your waist, releasing the soft grip he had on your chin and allowing that hand to trace down your neck, settling on your shoulder. His thumb started stroking your collar bone softly, sending a shiver down your spine.
His tongue darted out, skating across your lip and you parted your lips wider, your own coming out to meet his. He tasted of whiskey, the rich aroma of it filling your nose, tasting the slight bitterness of it on your tongue. Your lips began to move faster against each other, having been slow and unsure at first. You were starting to enjoy kissing him, adding this to this ever growing list of things that Spencer Reid was good at, and not thinking of the implications doing this would have on your relationship. If you let yourself think about that, you’d stop.
Slipping your heels off, you felt Reid’s hand pushing on you, tugging you onto his lap. You moved, not separating your lips from his by more than an inch as you hiked your dress to be able to straddle his lap, your knees either side.
Your hands settled in his hair now and his on your hips, you resumed your kisses. Teeth clacked together as you shifted your weight once more, muttering out a “sorry” before allowing your mouths to continue their dance against each other.
Spencer’s hands quickly started roaming your fabric encased torso, pushing the black jacket off your shoulders and to the floor, his mouth leaving yours and kissing down your neck to your shoulder blades as he reached behind your back, feeling for the dress zipper and tugging it down. Once the fabric was looser he found the hem of your dress, pushing it up your body and off, over your head. He gazed at you for a moment, his dark eyes full of wanting.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that right?”
Slipping his fingers beneath your bra strap, he tugged you forwards, peppering your bare skin with his lips as he dragged the straps of your bra down your arms, unclasping the hook and pulling it away from your body. It occurred to you that despite the amount of times you’d partook in sexual activity, he’d never actually undressed you before. You’d always be told to strip or had already been in a state of undress.
It felt good, sensual even, the feeling of the fabrics sliding off your skin causing your downy hairs to stand on their ends. Your slid your hands to his shirt and jacket, undressing him in return, him helping you by shrugging off the items.
You could feel him hard beneath your thighs so you began to rock slowly against him as he pulled you close for another kiss, this one harder and more frenzied than the first, hands raking down your back before moving to your front and cupping your breasts, your nipples hard against his palms. His touches were soft and gentle, his carresess sweet in comparison to your previous encounters.
Spencer sucked on your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling it grazing over the flesh before his kissed his way down your throat to your chest, his lips like butterflies hovering over your skin. You moved on his lap, grinding against him, finding the desperate need for friction starting to build. He groaned onto your skin, his breath warm and tickly as he exhaled.
His lips found your nipple and latched on, teasing the puckered skin with his tongue and causing a gasp to catch in your throat, your head lolling back at the sensation. One of his hands slipped across your thighs to your panties, slowly massaging over the fabric covering your warm center.
You gasped again louder this time, grinding harder against him now, trying to increase the friction.
Moving his hand away, his slid both down to your ass, gripping you underneath it and placing his legs firmly on the floor. Bracing himself he stood, you locking your arms and legs around him as he changed your positions, lowering you to the bed so that you were on your back and quickly unbuckling his trousers, pushing them to the floor.
Spencer tugged on the edge of your underwear and you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs and off your feet, before he settled himself back on the bed, between your thighs.
Adjusting himself, he pushed inside, filling you. Giving you both a few seconds to get used to the feeling, he then began to move, his arms either side of your neck as he kissed you again.
Sex with Spencer this time was soft and sensual, filled with kisses and fiery looks whenever he pulled away and your eyes locked together. Neither of you spoke, only letting out grunts and groans to show your appreciations. He rested his forehead to yours, inhaling each others heavy breaths as he thrust, your legs lifting to lock around his waist.
You both moaned at the new sensation having your legs locked created, making a tighter space for Spencer to move in and you let your hand slip between your bodies to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, him biting his lip as he watched your hand disappear. The room was filled with the sounds of your pants coming thick and fast now, rasps and whines escaping your lips. Spencer’s body was hot against yours, a light sheen of sweat starting to form over you both as you pushed back against his thrusts.
Working your hand against yourself, you felt Spencer thrust harder, his momentum picking up and his groans increasing as your building orgasm caused you to clench around him.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you started to slip over the edge, kisses being placed over your covered eyelids and then trailing down your cheekbone, landing on your open mouth as you cried out as you came. He followed a moments later, a few harder thrusts taking him to his ending.
He lay on top of you after, his head on your chest as he slipped out, a sticky mess starting to pool onto the sheets below you.
Oh well, it was on his side of the bed.
You could hear nothing but the sounds of your post coital breathing, your fingers combing through his hair softly as you came down from your high.
He lay there for so long that you’d thought he’d fallen asleep, before he moved suddenly, rolling off you and onto the mattress, tugging the covers back.
You moved as well, climbing under. You were too tired to clean up, you’d shower in the morning.
“I’m sorry about today,” Spencer spoke softly, before rolling onto his side facing away from you.
How much of ‘today’ was he sorry about exactly, you wondered. You rolled over too, closing your eyes and willing sleep to come quickly.
Sometimes, staying with Logan was a living hell. And by sometimes - it’s more so all the time.
You and your mom were staying at Logan’s for a while, you and your mom taking Logan’s bed while he slept on the couch. Why were you both in California sleeping in Logan’s bed?
It was your birthday tomorrow and as a birthday surprise, Logan got you the ability to attend the BBMA’s with him and a few others. Those few others being a music group called Why Don’t We, who you weren’t foreign with being that Logan’s introduced you to them before and you’ve been in their presence on many occasions.
Your mom was staying back in Cali while you and Logan flew off to the awards, watching after Kong and Maverick.
Unfortunately, after spending an entire month away from your brother, you forgot how loud he could be in the mornings and every other time of the day.
A small groan left your mouth as Pam walked into the room, clapping your hands.
“Up! Up! Shower quickly, we’re gonna go get breakfast,” she enthusiastically cheered.
“Why can’t we just order?” You grumble, burying your head deeper into the pillow.
“I want to go out and you’re coming with. Now hurry,” she swipes the blanket off of your body and you whine in protest. It took you half an hour to finish showering and getting dressed, now you were doing your makeup in the mirror that rested against Logan’s wall. You sat with your legs crossed, applying mascara onto your eyelashes when Logan busted through the door with his vlog camera in one hand and Kong in the other.
“YO, LOOK! It’s my sister! Out of bed and not sleeping! That’s a first,” Logan’s voice booms as he points the camera at you and then himself.
“Oh shut up,” you say, glancing down at your phone that played Pretty Little Liars on Netflix.
“Mom woke you up an hour ago,” Logan points out.
“I’m aware,” you hum.
“It took you an hour to get ready and you aren’t even done, yet,” Logan continues.
“Stop acting surprised, we’ve lived in the same house for fifteen years,” you roll your eyes at him.
“Excuse me for still wondering why it takes you so long to scrub yourself with soap and throw on some clothes.”
“It’s a lot more than that,” you scoff, turning on your bum to face him. “I have to wash my face, put on the creams that keep the acne somewhat away, wash my hair, blow dry my hair - which I haven’t even done yet, straighten my hair, choose an outfit to wear and find out what kind of makeup goes with the outfit chosen,” you explain as Logan just narrows his eyes, facing the camera to you and then him repeatedly.
“I’m sorry, all I heard was waste of time, wasted time and more time wasted,” Logan shrugged before walking out of the room. You shook your head and went back to getting ready. Another episode of PLL passed before you were done with everything.
“I could’ve sworn I said to be quick,” Pam said from where she sat on the couch, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Quick isn’t in my vocabulary,” you tell her. “Hey Jeff.”
“Hey, Y/N,” Jeff greets, looking up from his laptop for a second or two before going back to whatever he was doing.
“Kong’s coming with us,” your mom mentions and you nod before going to pick up the dog.
“Oh, wow, she’s finally done,” Logan says as he walks into the living room. He then turns to his camera and starts talking, your ears zoning out until you hear him start talking about the Billboard Awards. “So, yeah, I’m presenting an award at the Billboard Music Awards, correct?” He points to Jeff, who nods. “What is the award I’m presenting?”
“You’re presenting the top social artist award.”
“Wa-wa-wait. Why is it not me? Am I right, ‘social media artist award’ - HAHA,” he points the camera to his crotch where he starts humping the air.
You shake your head with a small smile on your lips.
“And who are the nominees?” Logan faces the camera back on his and Jeff’s face.
“Justin Bieber. BTS. Selena Gomez. Shawn Mendes,” Jeff says.
“Ooh, hear that, Mama?” Pam is then brought into the camera. “You hear that Mom?”
“Can I come?”
“… sorry,” Jeff is heard from the sidelines and you laugh.
“It’s not your birthday tomorrow, Ma,” Logan teasingly sympathizes.
“Sorry, Mom,” you input.
“Alright, I’ll just stay here and take care of Kong,” she throws her arms in the air, defeated.
“I like that!” Logan hoots.
Another half hour passed before your mom headed to you, lightly slapping your knee which was bent and pressed again your stomach. “Alright, let’s head out so you could be back here to finish up your packing before you leave,” Pam grabs her purse off the table before going to hook the leash onto Kong’s collar. You nod and hop onto your feet, heading to the door and unlocking it.
Getting breakfast didn’t take long before you were back at the apartment and zipping up your suitcase.
“Y/N hurry the f************ up!” Logan shouts, his camera on you as he storms into the room.
“I’m done, you dimwit,” you tell him, putting the last item into the side of your backpack, that being your phone charger.
“Well then let’s get goin’,” he rushes you. You both say bye to Pam and then temporarily Jeff, as he would meet you guys in Vegas. Logan and the boys scored a seat for you on the private jet they were taking, and you couldn’t be more excited.
You and Logan get in the uber and he continues talking to his vlog camera. The uber stops at Logan’s favorite smoothie shop and he goes to purchase one before you guys are back on the road again.
“Guys, I love smoothies, but you know what’s better than smoothies? Private jets - YEHEHE! I am fortunate enough, along with Y/N, to be able to take one to Vegas today. Actually with my lil bros, the Why Don’t We boys - who I believe are actually right -” he points the camera out the window and points at the upcoming van before shouting “IN THERE!”
Logan hops out the uber and so do you. He heads to greet the boys while you pull the luggage out of the trunk. The boys hop out of the car that brought them and fist bump Logan.
“This is sexy!” Logan squeals, showing the jet to the camera.
A smile grows on your face as Jack and Daniel come skating your way.
“Whaddup,” Jack skids by, high-fiving you in the process.
“Hey, Y/N,” Daniel stops his skate board beside you just as Jack rides back and Jonah, Corbyn and Zach appear as well. They all try to help you with the luggage but only two suit cases were in the trunk, so there was no need for them to do so.
Eventually, Jonah passed Logan his suitcase and Daniel got yours out for you. You had stolen his skate board somehow as he got your luggage out, and rode it by the private jet as your Snapchatted the scene, Daniel trying to catch up to you.
“What do you get when you cross a bunch of millennials and a private jet?” Logan asks his camera. “Hella Snapchats, bro. Hella content. Hella Instagram,” he shows you and the boys all with your phones out, recording the moment.
Daniel eventually catches up to you and you go to swipe Jack’s, but he knows what’s coming and easily rides by you.
“Not today,” he winked as you rolled with eyes with the smallest of smiles.
Eventually came the time when you all had to board the jet, and you stood beside Logan as he recorded the boys climbing on. You sat in the seat horizontally across from Jack and vertically across from Jonah, Jonah beside Zach and Logan with his back to yours, Corbyn and Daniel sitting on his side. (This isn’t how seats are originally arranged in the video tbf)
25% of the ride to Vegas was spent trying to solve one of the boys’ rubix cubes while Jack and Zach had solved theirs at least twice. Another 25% was devoted to goofing around with Jack, Jonah and Zach.
“Yo, there’s snacks back here,” Logan says loudly, causing you and the boys to all turn towards him, although you were the first one up to head over. Logan whips open his camera and begins filming as you open a drawer filled with peanut packages.
“You guys, I’m exploring the plane right now - oh so many drawers! What we got, bro?” He turns the camera to Jack who opened the first drawer upwards. “We got plates! We got ice!” He opens a drawer filled with ice and miniature water bottles.
"Jackpot,” you say aloud, causing Jack, Corbyn and Logan to look at the top drawer that was filled with snacks.
“Whoa! We got clif bars! We got brain food!” Logan shouts. “We got wet ones!” Him and Jack point to the wet wipes. Logan then turns the camera to all the boys who were crowding the back. “They all came cause they heard we got wet ones.” He then turns to the liquor on the top shelf. “Yo, lookie here, we got that good good. We got a lil alcohol right here,” he takes a small whiskey bottle. Jack stealthily swipes the bottle from Logan’s hand, but Logan laughs while taking it back. “No, no, no, you’re underaged, you’re underaged - but I’ll do it, for you, though.”
“You hate Whiskey,” you scoff as you bite into a clif bar before everybody cheers him on as he gulps the entire thing down.
“That’s so bad,” Daniel scrunched his nose.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Logan’s face turns red as he coughs. “It’s horrible. I don’t like whiskey. I just did it for principle!”
You shook your head from your seat, opening your phone and checking the time as Logan continues exploring the jet with his camera. You flinch when you see something in your peripheral vision coming at you. A small laugh leaves your lips when you see that it was just your brother being the goof he is, doing a handstand in the middle aisle.
For the rest of the flight, you, your brother and the guys all lounged around. For a few minutes, everyone just stood around as you all waited for the drivers to come pick you up - Jack and Daniel riding their boards around, Logan vlogging and you standing with Zach, Corbyn and Jonah.
Some time passed before a van pulled up, Logan climbing into the front while you and the boys fill the two rows in the back, you sitting in the very last row at the left end beside Corbyn whilst Jack, Daniel and Jonah sat in the row in front.
The ride to the hotel was loud, the boys singing ‘The Song That Doesn’t End" because Logan told them that you hated that song.
By the time you all reached the hotel, you were tired. And because Jonah was such a sweetheart, you were perched on his back, his hat on your head as he had his hands gripping the backs of your knees.
“Gotta love hotels. Something I love more than hotels? Seeing my lazy baby sister putting people to work to her benefit,” Logan tells his camera with a smile before showing it to the scene beside him. You hid behind Jonah’s head as he laughed.
“He offered!” You say.
“I was joking,” Jonah scoffed.
“But look where we are now,” you mention, causing him to shake his head with a small smile.
“I give it a week,” Logan whispers to his camera, inaudible to both you and Jonah who are bantering back and forth. “I told the boys if the vibes are good this weekend, I’d put 10k on black,” he says.
“You won’t do it,” Jonah smugly says as you slide off his back and onto your own feet.
“Ah-NOW I HAVE TO DO IT!” Logan roars.
You take Jonah’s hat off your head and place it back on his head, being that he’s the one who put it on you when he took it off to run his fingers through his hair.
“I’m ready to jump into my hotel bed,” you sigh as you retrieve your suitcase from the trunk before shutting it close and waving a thank you to the driver. He pulls off as Jack politely grabs your suitcase from you even though you didn’t ask him to.
“It’s alright,” you smile at the kind gesture, going to take it from him, but he shakes his head and keeps the handle tight in his grip.
“I got it,” he dramatically bows and you roll with your eyes playfully.
“And they say chivalry is dead.”
You and the rest of the guys head into the hotel and explore the hotel’s lobby before actually heading up to your rooms. Logan goes to the boys’ room before his own but you go straight to yours, collapsing on your bed and throwing your backpack on one of the chairs. Jack still had your suitcase but you were too lazy to go and get it. A few minutes passed with you just laying in bed and nearly falling asleep when you feel for bodies collapsing either beside you or on you.
A scream left your throat as you quickly sat up to see that the bodies that trampled you under them belonged to Logan, Jack, Jonah and Daniel. Corbyn stood with Logan’s vlog camera recording the whole thing and Zach laughing while clapping his hands and bending forward.
“I thought I was being jumped in my own hotel room,” you huff, shoving Logan off of your bed completely, victoriously watching as he tumbles to the floor.
“Who would jump you?” Corbyn laughs.
“I don’t know, how did you guys get it?” You question.
“I have one of your key cards,” Logan state’s as he hops up from the floor.
“Shouldn’t you be at the stadium?” You ask Logan, who’s eyes grew wide.
“Sh**!” Was Logan’s last word before he grabbed his camera from Corbyn and scurried out of your room.
About an hour and a half later, you, Jack, Zach and Corbyn are chilling around in your room. Corbyn was watching your television because he says yours was bigger than his; Zach on his laptop at your hotel room’s desk for no reason at all - just to be there; and Jack and you lied in weird positions on your bed as you scrolled through Tumblr on your laptop and Jack scrolled through social media on his phone. You lied on your stomach while Jack’s head rested on your arched spine, his body lying horizontal while you were straight.
Jack’s random laughing would be accompanied by you saying 'send it to me’ and him sending it to you via Instagram, and then you laughing at whenever it is he sent. Then Corbyn and Zach would also laugh because Jack sent it to the group chat you guys had.
All was chill and calm until you heard Zach say 'no way’ from where he sat.
“What?” Jack’s head tilted backwards, trying to see Zach.
“Daniel just found someone’s underwear in the bathroom,” he chuckled, springing out of his seat and running to the door. For no reason at all - just for the sake of being there, Corbyn, Jack and you rushed after him and down the hall to where Daniel and Jonah were hanging. Zach quickly knocked on the door and Daniel opened it.
“You saw my story?”
“I saw your story.”
That’s all that had to be said before you all walk in, Daniel closing the door afterwards.
“What is it?” Jack asked.
“It’s a pantie,” Jonah said and you giggled at his uncomfortableness saying the word.
“Is it really?” Corbyn snorts as they make their way to the bathroom, but you stay back.
“You guys are acting like it’s a dead rat,” you chuckle.
“What if it has STD’s?” Daniel murmurs from beside you.
“That’d be unfortunate,” is all you say before making your way pass the gawking boys and to the pantyhose that lie on the ground of the bathroom. “That’s a pretty nice pair,” you pout with nod and risen eyebrows.
“You’re not gonna take them, are you?”
“Ew, no, why the hell-” you shudder at Zach’s question just before Logan barges in with his camera.
Bad way to end it, ik, but I wanted to ask what you guys want to see in the next part. Not only who you wants y/n to end with, but a scene you’d want between the two or something GO CRAZY.
A/N: Uhh this one may or may not be new? We’ll never know. Merry Christmas. x *thanks gif source*
Sometimes, you think you can connect to someone who you later realize you’re only attached to because they fill sort of emptiness that needs to be taken care of. This connection can reach to great lengths from playful dates around the block to sudden heated bedroom games under the covers. I never knew I, myself was doing it until I saw her. I always announced that I liked someone anonymous to avoid any further confrontation about my love life. I finally had my anonymous person.
I was a house party thrown by a close friend and was sharing a drink with Olivia, a former fling who I had been hanging a lot with recently. She was one of the few people I was comfortable around and no matter what people said, I still enjoyed her company and it sort of shifted into a whole new direction when I noticed her acting different. All of a sudden, she always wanted to be around me and it got a little overwhelming. I was never one to know to handle someone’s feelings so I didn’t give myself any other choice but to keep whatever it is she thought this was, going. We were having what I thought was a stifling conversation when she leaned in and kissed me. With no warning, just went straight for it. I pulled away, not even a second later and looked puzzled into her eyes as she looked back at me in dismay. “I’m sorry.” She muttered and walked away, flustered.
I sighed and took giant swig from my beer when I felt a forceful thump against my back, pushing me forward, leaning on the skinny table beside me for stability. Feminine giggles heard behind me as I saw another friend of mine with a new girl I hadn’t recognized but was responsible for breaking me out of trance from her clumsy actions. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She spoke, unable to contain herself. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, it was different; Her eyes, with a hint of nervous and unamusement. “Sorry Cal.” my friend, Blaire, pat my upper arm, smiling and ran off with the mysterious brunette, who quickly turned her gaze back at me and back. I downed more of my drink, furrowing my eyebrows and headed slowly in their direction. I momentarily made small conversation with people along the way so I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was following her. I tried to forget her but she kept reappearing wherever I went. With every person I spoke to, eye contact was rarely given because I could not stop looking at her. Her face was now plastered in my mind and so was her smile. She was definitely not afraid to let it stretch across her face. Her nose crinkled and she leaned slightly forward, sometimes covering her mouth to hide her insane smile. Before I knew it, the person whom I was supposed to be engaging in a conversation with was gone. I should’ve expected that.
My beer bottle was conveniently empty and I approached the table with the cooler in which they were provided and popped off the cap without an opener with my savvy skills. “Excuse me.” That familiar voice spoke behind me. She gave me that smile, for some reason, made me feel so different inside. I smiled back and stepped aside as she reached into the cooler and retrieved a bottle. Her body’s searching motions made me assume she was looking for a bottle opener and I turned momentarily to set my own bottle down to help her in attempt to potentially start a conversation. “Hey, I can open that for you, if you’d-” Pop “-like,” I chuckled, still finishing my offer to see her sipping from her self opened bottle already. “Thank you, but I think I’m all set.” She smiled through her teeth and turned to walk away. My first thought was what just happened as if it wasn’t simple enough. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Olivia standing there, fiddling her fingers.
“Oh hey…” “Cal, about what happened earlier tonight,” “You know what, don’t even mention it. We don’t have to dive into that. We both know we had a little too much to drink and shit happens.” Her eyes narrowed slowly down, sulking. “It’s alright.” I gave a small smile, patting her arm and her walking away. I broke out my trance once again as I felt a tap on the opposite shoulder. “excuse me… you must really like beer to always be blocking this cooler,” the voice spoke sarcastically. “I could say the same about you, you can really ingest a bottle,” “Actually, it’s for Blaire.” “What? Blaire can’t walk anymore and help herself like a big girl now?” I said shaking my head in Blaire’s direction while she stuck the middle finger at me grinning. She, however, smiled politely and shook her head. “Well, she can’t really open a bottle quite yet so I guess that’s why she has me.” Pop She set the water bottle I was drinking aside and tossed the beer cap in the basket. “Where did you learn how to do that?” “It’s an ancient technique.” “And I thought I was the only one who conquered the bottle cap trick.” “You must be Calum.” I blinked, taken back by her sudden knowledge of who I was. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Uh no, Blaire just mentions who her friends are casually. She refers to you as, um, beer boy? And I assumed that meant it was cause of something like this.” “Nice. You know me, who are you?” “Y/N.” I held out my hand to shake hers and for the first time, I was feeling awkward around a stranger. “Thanks Y/N. I’m glad I can count on you.” Blaire bumped her shoulder, taking the bottle from her. “So… Have you met-” “Yeah, Blaire you’re about 4 minutes late. Thanks for trying though.” I sipped my beer, shaking my head. “Beer boy?” She broke out laughing. “Sorry I didn’t think that’d come up but since it did, now I know you guys talked plenty. I hate to break this up but our ride is outside sooo, I’ll catch you later.” She fist bumped me, clicking her teeth and pulled her away as she gave that familiar soft smile and mouthed a goodbye. I sat back down and started clearing bottles out of courtesy and I noticed a black rubber object peeking from between a few empty bottles. I pulled it out and saw it was a miniature bottle opener attached to few keys. I looked them over and saw Y/N scribbled onto the handle in silver ink. That little sneak. I quickly slid it into my coat pocket and with a smirk and walked away before anyone saw.
Howdy! I’m Kaci and this makes me incredibly nervous. I uh, I like things like art and Special K with Berries. I enjoy pacing around my room to Ke$ha songs I haven’t fully decided if I like yet, buying cheap candles to burn my regrets, and thinking about kissing girls I’ll never work up the courage to kiss. I also do music stuff. I’m in California but am going to college in New York, which is PERFECT because I’m hoping to spend the rest of my life a gay, starving artist. I have a boa constrictor named Cosmo (who defies the label ‘pet’ and is instead as content as a reptile could possibly be being my closest friend and confidant) and four journals full of shitty love poems I may or may not have written under the influence of many cheap, ugly, miniature bottles of champagne.
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my snap is coastal_ride (please don’t judge. My email is worse. We all get to go through an awkward 'surfer girl’ phase, y'know?)
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Yeah! Thanks for having me here. In this… gayiverse.
Just looking through my photos and came across this one. I feel so much nostalgia because this was the very first mushroom terrarium pendant I made! Little did I know I would end up with a wee store a year later. 💛