my hair looks pretty right now

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*tries to be cute but ends up looking like this*

Ten’s Smile Appreciation Post

Originally posted by nctech

  Hi if you know me personally you know I love Ten more than anything he is my sweet baby and he means the world to me hhhh. I have a bunch of requests AND I”M DOING THEM AS FAST AS I CAN, but I felt the need to post something about my sweet angel so here ~~


Originally posted by neo-culturetechnolonut

HE IS SO SMOL AND FLUFFY AND SWEET I CANT HELP MY EMOTIONS

Originally posted by nctaezen

try and lie to me and say you don’t want to hug this sweet sweet baby

Originally posted by kjhz

LOOK AT HIS FLUFFY HAIR HE IS BEING SO CUTE HE IS SUCH AN ANGEL HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THE HOODIE IM IN TEARS

Originally posted by nctaezen

his pretty smile his pretty eyes his pretty earrings dont get me started on how boyfriend he looks in hats lorrrrrrrrrd

Originally posted by ten-ie

listen to me: we don’t deserve him in the slightest

Originally posted by chttaphonten

his smile is so genuine, he is so wonderful and kind i lovvvve him so mucccchh

Originally posted by cypher127

if i could witness this sweet giggle irl i would be good for life tbh

Originally posted by nctaezen

THIS COULD BE MY FAVORITE HE IS SOOOOO PRETTY I LOVE HIS SMILE I WILL NOT STOP SHOUTING THIS STATEMENT

Originally posted by jongdabae

his side profile is so beautiful my favorite sight in the entire world and his pretty earrings again i love this boy

Originally posted by 94ten

where is my hair HE IS SO CUTE AND HE IS MY SWEET LITTLE DORK JSHSBGDHDU

Originally posted by yutxens

sweet baby honey baby angel baby fluffy baby

Originally posted by nakamotens

HE EVEN CLAPS CUTE IM LIVING FOR EXCITED HAPPY SMILEY TEN

Originally posted by taeilwins

he is literally so effortlessly beautiful he doesn’t even have to do anything and i will hype him up so hard LOOK AT HIS PRETTY LIPS AND TEETH AND CHEEKS AND EYES

Originally posted by dewygrl

he is so sweet i am so in love with him i will never not be in love with him ok u know u agree dont call me crazy

Originally posted by fyncten

uhm i am trying to be soft right now pls stop pls i cant handle this right now i  did not ask for this hold pls i am transferring your call

Originally posted by tenyu

he is so radiant and bright and positive dont you just love the sun

Originally posted by nctaeu

fluffy pretty sweet amazing thai prince i love so much

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

hello i cant take much more look how happy and silly and cute and smiley and beautiful he is UGH THAT WAS SO SOFT IM GONNA PUKE you have all seen my weak spot now and my softest point in history

My Mom’s first impressions of different band members:

Brendon Urie: “Hot.”

Vic Fuentes: “He has beautiful hair.”

Kellin Quinn: “He looks like a baby.”

Tyler Joseph: “Is he a model? He should be a model.”

Josh Dun: “He’s the punk one in that group you like, right?”

Tony Perry: “He looks better now without the earrings. His tattoos are pretty.”

Andy Biersack: “He looks sexier with longer, curly hair.”

Patrick Stump: “He’s teeny!”

Pete Wentz: “He looks like a dad.”

Mike Fuentes: “Him and that other guy are brothers? He looks like a rapper.”

Jaime Preciado: “How does he do his hair?”

Oli Sykes: “Tattoos!”

Ronnie Radke: “Ouch! The side of his head? Damn.”

         It happens because of a frat party, surprisingly not a Haus one. It’s a party at one of the nerdier frats, many of the inhabitants of the house being science majors of one kind or another, and Dex gets dragged there by one of his comp-sci friends, a guy who he doesn’t really even like that much. The party is loud and the liquor is shitty but effective and Dex’s “friend” disappears ten minutes after they walk in the door. Because of this, Dex finds himself wandering aimlessly from room to room, desperate for something to do. There was flip cup in one room, beer pong in another, and what is either an orgy or a large body shot session in a third room. Dex, a little buzzed and confused, feels overwhelmed.

         Then this pretty boy with great skin, soft looking hair, and a wide, charming grin walks up to Dex.

         “Hey,” the pretty boy says. “I’m Sean.”

         Dex blinks at him. “Dex,” he replies simply.

“You look just about as lost as I was at my first frat party,” he says.

Dex smiles sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head. “S’not my first, actually, but the ones I’m used to usually have more people I know.”

Sean hums thoughtfully. “Well, you know me now, right?” He grins, his bright white teeth blinding and enticing. Despite himself, Dex finds himself charmed by Sean’s blatant and flirty banter.

He and Sean end up talking for the better part of an hour, leaning against a wall and laughing over their almost-empty red Solo cups. Sean is funny, easy to talk to, and downright hot, so when he leans in and softly asks Dex if he wants to go back to Sean’s place, Dex says yes without a second thought.

         Apparently, Sean lives at a frat, too, and they stumble up the stairs, attempting not to make any noise, until they reach Sean’s room. Sean shoves Dex up against his bedroom door and sucks pretty bruises into Dex’s neck, making Dex huff and moan and squirm with anticipation. Dex lets his hands wander, drifting under the hem of Sean’s shirt, brushing against his skin- he has great skin, Dex can’t stop noticing; it’s the kind of skin that makes Dex want to put his mouth on it. Sean huffs warm and wet against Dex’s neck, pulling back to grin deviously at Dex with a spark in his eyes that screams sin.

         Oh yes, Dex thinks, letting his eyes shut, tonight is going to be good.

         Dex wakes up in someone else’s bed, feeling sated and sleep warmed with Sean’s arm around his waist.

         After checking the time on his phone, he gets out of bed and starts looking for his clothes, as he has practice in an hour and needs to shower before he gets to Faber. He’s pretty sure that he has cum drying on his stomach and he would never live it down if the guys saw it. As he pulls on his t-shirt, getting a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he decides that he’s going to get a bunch of chirps no matter what because Sean left a multitude of hickies on Dex’s neck.

         “Mm, where’re you going?” Sean asks sleepily, his face pressed into a pillow.

         “Probably to be teased to death by my teammates from all the marks you left on me, dude.” Dex shimmies into his jeans, the good ones; Bitty says they accentuate his hockey ass. This seems to be true, if the look Sean is giving him is any indication.

         “Teammates?” Sean inquires as he drags his eyes away from Dex’s ass. “What do you play?”

         “I’m on the hockey team.” As soon as Dex says this, Sean’s eyes bug out and the sleepy soft expression on his face dissolves. “What? What’s wrong?”

         “You’re on the hockey team?” Sean asks. Dex nods slowly.

         “Yeah, why?”

         Sean groans and drops his face back into his pillow. He says something, but it’s muffled by the fabric, so Dex asks him to repeat himself. Sean picks his head up and says, “I’m on the lacrosse team.”

         Dex’s blood turns to ice in his veins. “I’m in the LAX frat?”

         “Mhmm.” Sean’s horrified expression represents exactly how Dex is feeling.

         “Fuck.” Dex takes a seat at Sean’s desk, covering his face in his hands. “I fucked a LAX bro. Shitty’s gonna kill me.”

         “Chad R. is going to kill me. So is Chad S.”

         “You have two guys on your team named Chad?” When Sean nods, Dex groans again. “What did I do?” Dex covers his face again.

         “Look, no one has to know,” Sean sits up a little in bed. “I won’t tell anyone, you won’t tell anyone. All you have to do is sneak out without anyone noticing.”

         This is how Dex ends up shimmying down the gutter on the side of the LAX frat house without his socks on. He would’ve put his socks and shoes on, but someone knocked on Sean’s door and neither of them wanted to take the chance. He runs to the other side of the street as fast as he can and hopes to God that no one sees him. He makes it back to his dorm without being spotted, his heart racing a mile a minute, and hops in the shower to wash away his shame.

         And, really, that should be the end of it. But things don’t always happen the way they should.

That’s My Girl

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx


“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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~*~Bath Time!~*~

Here is my list of tips and tricks for of bathy goodness. This is just what I like to do and have done in the past. Keep in mind it can all be taken with a grain of salt [literally!!]

Preparing the Bath

🛀🏻 HOT water. I find it super cleansing and sweating is really good for you. I like to sit in the bath and my face sweats and im like YEAH lets cleanse this bod inside and out. pls dont burn yourself though peeps.

🛀🏼 Oils! My go-tos are lavender + coconut oil. I do 7-10 drops of lavender and one or two spoonfuls of coconut oil. Lavender for smell and relaxation and heavenly goodness, coconut for super smoothness of skin. If you are going to use other essential oils please do your research and make sure they are skin-safe! I also generally tie up my hair to keep it out of the oiliness.

🛀🏽 Epsom salts if you got em!

🛀🏾 Candles + crystals can line the tub as desired. I usually have all the bathroom lights out + 4 candles going at the foot of the tub. dont light your towel on fire.

🛀🏿 Cup of tea on the side! I like this for the added internal + external cleanse of the bath. Hot + nourishing on the outisde and hot + nourishing on the inside.


This is what I do and think about in the bath!

💧 oh my gosh water how healing you are, how cleansing, how warming.

💧 the water and oils im sitting in are literally soaking into my skin right now. the essence of this tub is entering my body

💧 touch your body. you’re naked right? perfect. time for some self body love. tell yourself you love your legs, while touching them. “i love my little toes.” “look at how nice my hands are.” “i love my pretty/handsome face.” “my brain is so smart and quick and calm.” “i love every little hair on my body.” “i have the coolest belly button” tell yourself things that you dont instinctually believe. go after the parts that you’re self conscious about “i love my tummy” “my bum is amazing” “my arms are the perfect size” “this is my favourite flabby bit” etc.

💧 drinking the tea if you have it- the heat and intent of that tea is permeating through all your internal organs. feel the heat through your mouth, esophagus, stomach, feel it blend in with the heat from the water entering your skin. full body heaty hot heatness

💧 the other day when i was in the bath i put my forehead/third eye on the faucet and pictured the vast network of pipes around the city supplying water to everyone. I thanked the water source and sent my energy throughout the pipes to hope that everyone was using it for good and healing and nourishing ways

💧 deep deep breathing. this is cool if your chest is below the water because when you exhale it sinks down and when you inhale it rises up. you can sync this motion with a prayer, mantra, chant, intention, whatever you wish!

💧 meditation. feel the heat, listen to your heartbeat, imagine all the little water molecules full of heat energy, vibrating, sending you their little blobs of heat energy into your skin, fueling your own little internal fire

💧 my FAVOURITE thing is the end of the bath. I sit in it, sometimes cross legged or curled up in a ball with my head on my knees and unplug the drain and stay like that while the whole tub drains. I picture the water whisking away all the negative in me and draining away. It’s like a re-birth! you can slowly feel your body get heavier and heavier as the water gets lower. Keep picturing the water taking away the bad and keep thanking it for cleaning you and nourishing you and healing you. seriously, how generous of the water to not only GIVE YOU it’s nutrients and warmth and thirst quenchy goodness, but to also take away all your badness, all your negativity, all your dirt and grime and leave you revitalized. water is so selfless. water is the best. thank you water.

💧 now that you are reborn as a new human (or otherwise) you can breathe and feel the differences in your body and just marvel in the smoothness of your skin and warmth of your body and heavenly bathy feelings that just soaked into you.

💧 another thing that might be cool is to weigh yourself before and after the bath. Your weight will go up like 2 or 3 pounds after you get out of the bath, which i find super cool. PROOF that the water is literally entering your body through your skin and staying there to heal you up real nice.

The most important thing IMO:

Do what comes to you naturally. all of this stuff just came into my head at different points in bath time and felt right for me to do. meditation might help you connect with that intuitive part of you that tells you what you need. if you get an urge, follow it. if your brain/body/soul tells you to stand up and sit down a bunch of times, or to dunk your head in or to blow bubbles or to splash with your feet, DO IT! just be safe and don’t hurt yourself or light anything on fire.

🐳The End🐳

OK sorry this post got out of hand but as you can tell i really like baths and water and bath meditation. This is something i’ve been doing for a while and it all came to me kind of naturally so forgive me if it is not specifically inclined toward a perspectives or approaches that you normally adhere to. I’m open to questions n things <3

ENJOY PALS!!

Wanna Bet? III

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Reader

PART I  |  PART II

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (both), face sitting, rough, daddy kink, dirty talk

Word Count: 1,707

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog


“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jimin looked at you with a smirk. He pushed you off of his thigh and moved down the bed so that his head was now on the pillow. He motioned for you to move closer to him, eyeing you as you crawled closer. When you got within his arm’s reach, Jimin grabbed your waist and brought you on top of him, facing his legs. He pulled you by your thighs, so that you were now hovering above his face, the realization of what he was about to do sinking in, “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste baby, don’t make me wait any longer.”

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My self esteem has taken a huge hit since I cut off all my hair and I’m honestly so glad. I have been shattered. I got rid of something I was known for to an extent. I used my hair as a safety net. I let it define me. I relied on it a lot and I got a ton of attention for it. All the people flipping out over it telling me to grow it back just proves what a big deal it was and still is. I am forced to look at myself as a human being and decide who I am. I’m redefining myself. Some people are saying I’m being dramatic and it’s just hair or that I talk about it too much but I think it just shows how much people don’t understand. My appearance is such a huge part of my identity and it’s wrong. It’s harmful to me. I feel so much pressure to look perfect every day and if I don’t I feel like I don’t matter or I’m letting everyone down. Obviously that is so dramatic and not true at all but it’s such a weak spot for me. When people say things like “sorry you look better with long hair” or “you were prettier before” it can hurt me so bad if it’s at the wrong moment. I am so detached most of the time it really doesn’t affect me but if someone catches me in a weak moment it can get to me and bring me down. I’m tired of seeing myself for my outer shell. I’m tired of feeling scared people don’t love me anymore. As if the entire world loved me before anyway omg 🙄😑 the people who are telling me I’m not pretty anymore never loved me to begin with and I don’t want their approval or anything from them really. I need to stop caring about people who don’t know me. Everyone close to me has been SO supportive and encouraging and it’s been so fun. When I’m calm and comfortable and I look at my hair, my natural reaction is pure happiness. There is no fear, no doubt, no questions. I love my hair! If I wanna grow it out later I will but right now I do love it and want to keep it for a while. I only think about growing it out when the desire to please people starts to creep back in. Thoughts of growing it out come from a place of fear and that sucks. This entire new chapter has been about ditching fear and it genuinely has been so positive. There is the negative undercurrent of fear, yes, but it doesn’t negate the good. I want this to stop. People can and will say whatever they want but I’m doing my part to cut off all negativity. My self esteem is more important than random insensitive strangers on the internet who prefer long-haired women. There are so many accounts you can look at if you want some rapunzel chick. I can’t live for other people. Again, it’s not that they don’t love me anymore, it’s that they never did. The people that know me are so supportive because they know it’s not that big of a deal and that I am SO MUCH MORE THAN MY HAIR. But I need to remind myself of that!!!! And it’s time I show that to the world too. I have so much to share, so much I’ve created and so much that I think about and I intend to put that into the world this year. I am actually finding myself for the first time outside of my appearance. I’m seeing myself in a new light. Of course I’ve always been aware of the fact that I’m more than my looks, I consciously understand that but I can actually FEEL it now. I didn’t truly believe it before. I guess what I hope you guys can take away from this is that if people are defining you by something superficial or if YOU are, challenge that. You are more than what people say about you, what you look like, your circumstances, really anything external. You’re so much more. We have to get in touch with our value as humans, feel it, believe it, live it and SHARE it with the world. Confidence comes from knowing you are full of light and goodness and that no one can change that. I’m only sharing myself with safe people, people who know and understand me. I’m going to continue to be myself to the fullest and put myself out there but I’m no longer giving weight to what people think of my appearance. Of course it’s hard but I welcome the challenge. If I like it, that’s all that matters. My happiness is important and so is yours. So anyway I just wanted to update you guys on my life and let you know that recently I’ve been struggling with this but I’m working through it. If it seems like I’m always dealing with something, it’s because I am hahaha. That’s life when you’re in touch with your feelings, it’s not bad! It’s more challenging but WAY more fulfilling at the end of the day. I love feeling my feelings and acknowledging them and dealing with them, I didn’t always do that and my life was nowhere near as good as it is now. Overall I’m happy and very optimistic, I’m working on myself, my relationships, my music and my health and this year is already turning out to be one of the best yet, despite some bumps. Love you guys and hope this helps you understand me a little more 💜

EDIT: I wanna add on to the first thought that I’m glad my self esteem has been shattered. I wrote this in between takes while shooting a cover today and I forgot to finish that idea. I’m glad I’ve been shattered because I was building myself on a flimsy foundation. My infrastructure was so shaky and flawed, I was doing okay but I needed to be rebuilt. Those pieces of me that were clinging to other people’s opinions and approval needed to crumble so I could rebuild into a better, stronger version of myself. This is a theme in my life. Every few years, whatever pieces of me start to go in a bad direction are eventually destroyed and then I rebuild into a better version of myself haha
SHINee after sex

Originally posted by shineetho

JONGHYUN: Jonghyun would be all about the ‘aftercare’ part of sex. A LOT of cuddling, sweet kisses and unnecessary questions about if he was good and if he did well because the noises you made showed he’s obviously a sex god. 

“Did that feel good jagi? I won’t be happy until you’re satisfied.” 

Originally posted by celes-tae

TAEMIN: Taemin wouldn’t be able to stop complimenting you and staring at you as he stroked your hair gently. He’d just be in complete awe at the woman he loves. 

“Wow baby, that was so amazing. You look so beautiful right now. Aren’t we so great together?” 

Originally posted by shinee-l

KEY: Key would be spent after going hard on you. He’d turn to you and notice the hickeys he’d left all over your body and smirk with pride. Seductively, he’d kiss you hard before saying:

“You look so hot with my bite marks all over you. I’m pretty tired but..I think I could go again.” 

Originally posted by herewegobebe

MINHO: Minho would run you a hot bubble bath for the two of you and as he’s not a man of words after an intense sex session, he’d massage you with the sponge, beam at you and tell you he loves you with the glow in his eyes. 

“Let’s get a bath baby. I have a feeling we’re going to ache in the morning.” 

Originally posted by leeoncw


ONEW: If the two of you had no plans the next day, he’d take you on to the balcony to sit under the night sky, let you sit on his godly thighs and drink tea/alcohol/whatever you wanted. He’d kiss you sweetly wherever he could reach and take that time to tell you how much he adores you. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I hope it’s like this forever jagi.” 

Ah, Sunday mornings. You always loved Sunday mornings. There was just something so soothing, so calming about the sound of birds chirping outside, how pretty your kitchen was when the early rays of the sun peeked through the blinds- Sunday morning made your entire house ten times more cozy. You liked waking up early on the weekends because a little alone time was always nice. Sunday morning was a chance to sit down with an icy cold bowl of cereal in one hand and a mystery novel in the other. Of course, watching a little TV was another option that-

“Y/N!” The sound, or rather, the screaming of your name nearly made you drop your bowl of cereal, your once peaceful surrounding immediately shattered by Harry’s voice. 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, your heart pounding slightly at the sudden intrusion. You wiped specks of milk off the pages of your book before looking up to see Harry barreling down the stairs with wide eyes. “What are you doing up so early?” 

“My back hurts.” Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at you as if wanting you to say something. “Do you know why my back is bloody killing me?” 

“Is it the old age catching up to you?” You joked, spooning some cereal into your mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “Do we need to buy a harder mattress? I hear they’re great for posture.” 

“Very funny.” Harry rolled his eyes, turning around and lifting the back of his shirt up to show you his back. “Look!” 

“What am I looking a- Oh my.” Your eyebrows knitted together when you got a closer look at Harry’s back and what seemed like a million scratch marks. You could barely see the colour of his skin because his entire back was decorated in raw scratch marks and was a nice shade of pink. Red, painful looking scratches were etched into his skin, from his shoulder blades to his lower back. “That, uh… Those marks are probably causing your back to hurt.” 

“No shit, Y/N.” Harry laughed lightly, turning to glance at you quickly. “Since when did your nails get so sharp?” 

“My nails aren’t even that sharp, and you can’t blame me!” You huffed, setting your spoon down with a clink. “Someone insisted on doing it against the wall last night and I didn’t have anywhere to… grab!” Your cheeks began burning up when you looked at the claw marks - they looked pretty painful. You didn’t even realize your nails could cause that much damage. 

“The decision to fuck against the wall was mutual, need I remind you. And you could’a grabbed my hair, love.” Harry snorted, tugging his shirt back down and sitting across from you. 

“You would be bald right now if I tugged on your hair.” You muttered, finishing the rest of your cereal and pushing the bowl aside. “I’ll try to be more careful next time.” 

“Tha’s what you said last time, and then you broke the headboard from riding my di-” 

You were the one moving my hips!” You whined, your cheeks flaring up once again at the memory of the bed snapping to pieces under you. (That was during the first couple dates that you had with Harry, so it was pretty mortifying to have broken his bed that was probably more expensive than your entire flat.) “I’m terminating this conversation before you embarrass me further.” 

“Don’t be embarrassed! It’s a great boost to my ego knowing that I drive you so crazy you begin destroying everything.” Harry snickered, pulling his phone out and beginning to scroll through it. 

“That’s not funny, you prick.” You pouted, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

“You can barely lift a weight but somehow you manage to shatter a headboard. Maybe we should sign you up for karate classes so you can destroy pieces of wood in class instead of in the bedroom!” 

“Maybe we should just never have sex again so I won’t break another bed.” 

“Wha- well, I never said that!”  

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Now There’s Your Pickup Line

Sterek, 2K, T

AU, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve

Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”


Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.

He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.

He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.

Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.

Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.

He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.

That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.

Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.

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You larb us too -Peter Parker

A/N: I’m not sire how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it anyway. In which Peter is not okay with his aunt dating other guys. Enjoy!


I was about to knock on the door when it flew open and I was face to face with a very dressed up May.
“Oh hey, sweetheart!”, she greeted me and waved me inside by stepping aside and I walked in with a shy smile.
“Looking great May. Where are you off to?”, I asked her while adjusting my books and folders under my arm.
“Thank you! I have kind of a date…Is it too much? I need an opinion but Peter is mad at me and won’t talk.”,she said and I could see the glimps of sadness in her eyes which made me sympathize with her.

“You look stunning. Don’t think about Peter. He is an ass sometimes.”,I said without thinking about it and she chuckled.
“Excuse my language.”,I added while blushing and she brushed it off.
“I gotta go. Dinner’s in the fridge, learn well, don’t do anything stupid. Keep it PG.”, she said while shouldering herself into her coat and my mouth dropped.
“Wha-…”,I started but was cut off by Peter.
“You too.” Oh he didn’t.

I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame while his arms were crossed infront of his chest and his brows were furrowed.
“Peter!”,I exclaimed but he chose to ignore me and stared at his aunt.
“Thanks Peter.”,she sighed and closed the door behind her which made me turn around and glare at him.
“I’m not going to talk about this. Let’s get to our project.”

“You’re such a shit head, Peter.”,I said while following him into his room. Even though I would have loved to beat some sense into him, I let it go because it was a family matter.

***

I was lying across his bed on my belly with my laptop infront of me, scrolling through websites to find information about our project. Peter was on the floor, leaning against the bed skipping through some folders. Usually our learning and studying sessions were fun. We ended up laughing or talking about other stuff, while enjoying May’s home cooked food. But today it was really silent and I assumed it was because of Peters mood. I tried a few times to make him talk but he always answered in short sentences. Or just ‘uh-huh’ or ‘sure’, which was extremly tiring so I let it go.

“Did you know that if you throw a handfull of salt into a glas of water, the water level will actually go down rather than overflowing the glass.”, I read while scrolling through a website that was listing down interesting facts about chemistry.
“No I didn’t.”,he said without looking up and I put my laptop away to crawl over to him.
“Not that big of a genius after all, are you Peter?”, I teased him and my face was right next to his while I was holding on to his shoulders to not fall off the bed.
“I believe you’re not looking for answers for the project, are you Y/N? If you’re giving me those interesting facts.”,he shot back and I rolled my eyes.
“I was! But one led to the other and I landed…there. It’s quite interesting, you should check it out.”,I said in a chatting voice but he did not react to it so I looked over his shoulder and saw that he hadn’t done anything himself. He was just flicking through folders and notes without recognizing that they were not the right ones.
I slipped off the bed and sat down on the floor in front of him and took a few sheets lying all over the floor into my hands to look at them.
“Ah, Ap English. I didn’t know we were working on a literature project. I thought it was science?”,I said while holding the papers up and his head shot up, his eyes widened. He groaned and burried his face in his hands and brushed through his hair tugging at them.

“Regarding this I was a lot more close to the subject.”,I joked but when I saw that he was in no condition to take a joke, I brushed the papers away and slid closer to him.
“Hey.”,I said softly and put my hand on his wrist pulling his hand away from his face. I put a gentle kiss on top of his hand and held him in my lap.
“Talk to me.”,I offered and he groaned while throwing his head back.
“I know I am being a dick but I can’t handle the thought of Aunt May being with another man. She is all I have left after Uncle Ben….I can’t lose her too.”

“Oh come on Peter! You’re not going to lose her. IF it should work out with him, you’ll still be her number one priority. You guys are family. That’s what family is about. Don’t be stupid.”,I said and let his hand go because he didn’t seem to be convinced.
“It’s been years Peter. I’m not saying that you guys have to forget about your uncle or anything like that. No! But she deserves to find happiness too. She deserves to be loved.”,I added and he sighed.
“But I love her.”,he said and I chuckled at his childish manner.
“She loves you too. Would you want me to leave just because you’re aunt loves you already? Is it the same for you?”, I said with a small triumphant smile and he furrowed his brows.

“Of course it’s not the same. Ew I don’t want to be loved the way you hopefully do, from my aunt. No, gross.”, he said which made me laugh.

“See! But do you want me to stop loving you just because she does already, even if it is in another way?”, I asked again and he shook his head immediatly.

“No! I need you.”, he finally admitted and I cupped his face with my hand making him look into my eyes.
“So let her be loved, Peter. She is young. She could find happiness again.”,you said and he finally gave in. He exhaled deeply and leaned his forhead against mine.
“I was a dick to her, wasn’t I?”, he said with closed eyes and I chuckled.
“Totally.”

“Damn it.”,he cursed under his breath and I gave him a peck on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll make it up to her.”, I added and pulled away.
“You hungry? I’m really hungry.”,he said suddenly and I lifted my brows in amusement.
“Yeah, we worked so hard. We deserve a treat.”,I joked and he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up. And follow me.”,he said while getting up and helped me get up too.

***

We were sitting at the kitchen table, hours later, talking about stuff and still eating the food which got cold hours ago.
“So you’re saying that you still know your ex?”, Peter said and squinted his eyes while chewing doubtfully on his carrots.
“He is in my french class Peter. How am I supposed to not know him.”, I said rolling my eyes and wished that he would let go of the subject.
“He is, what now?”, he said his mouth ajar and you sighed theatrically while looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m so full. We should get back.”,I said and quickly stood up while taking the plates off the table. I put them into the sink and when I turned around he was standing right in front of me.
“Hi.”,I said innocently and tucked my hair behind my ear not knowing what to do with my hands.
“He does know your not available, doesn’t he?”,he asked finally and put his hands on my hips.
“We were 13 Peter. I am pretty sure he is over me. I am for sure over him. We’re almost eighteen now.”, I told him and he pouted a little. Still not over the fact that I was sitting in the same class with my ex everyday.

“I love you.”,he blurted out and made me smile.
“I love you too.”,I said and was about to lean in for a kiss when suddenly we heared the front door open. We jumped apart and while he sat back down I was left standing against the sink when May walked in.

“Hey you two! How is it going?”,she greeted us and sat down at the table and pulled the food towards her.
“I’m starving.”,she said and reached for a fork without standing up.
“Uh…how was your date?”, I asked finally to break the silence that followed. Peter was sitting in front of his aunt but was not looking at her, let alone talk to her.
“Oh god. It was a disaster. Totally self centered guy. Brought me to a fancy dinner just to order me a salad and sparkly water, how generous. He said 'We want to keep our figures.’. Oh no hun! If I want a burger I’m going to have a burger. If I want thai food I’m going to have the fricking thai food. He kept talking and talking about himself and I exploded at last. I stood up and walked out.”,she said while chewing on her food like Peter did a few moments ago. The paralells between these two made me smile and I was about to say something Peter jumped in.

“So you won’t date him?”, he asked and looked up through his lashes.

“No, Pete. Don’t worry about him.”,she assured him and shot him a small smile which made Peter look up.
“I mean, it would have been okay. You know. You daring some guy. Not that guy in particular he seems to be an ass…”

“Language!”,she interrupted him and he said sorry.

“I want you to be happy, Aunt May. You know that right?”,he said finally and my hesrt melted at the scenario infront of me. I did not say anything and tried to make myself invisible to give them their space.
“Of course! And I am happy. I larb you after all.”,she teased him and Peter rolled his eyes and let himself fall back into his chair.

“We both larb you.”,I added my part and May and I high fived.

“You’re both unbelievable. That’s what you are.”,he sighed and stood up to walk out of the kitchen.

“You larb us too Pete. We know it!”,May yelled after him and we laughed at his following groan.

Tutor Me? Epilogue. ReggiexReader!

hey everyone, so this is the Epilogue to my Reggie Mantle mini fic, Tutor Me? I’d just like to make it clear that this is going to be the final part of the fic! But if anyone has any Reggie reqs, hit me up in my ask.

SUMMARY: Reggie and (Y/N) take that well-needed shower.

WARNINGS: This epilogue contains SMUT. I repeat, SMUT. So if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read it. 

PART ONE HERE.

PART TWO HERE.

PART THREE HERE.

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pairing: thomas jefferson x reader (ft. sugar daddy!thomas)

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two. 

“Thomas Jefferson,” You read out loud to Peggy as you ate a bowl of cereal. “He’s 31. Loves France, art, and is looking for a companion.” You laughed a little, but your voice quickly softened. “He makes over $100,000.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Peggy snorted, digging into her breakfast.

“Well,” You paused. “No, but -” You chuckled. “That’s a lot of money. More than what I make.”

“Definitely. What else?”

“He’s really tall and he’s really fit from the looks of these pictures.” You smiled, scrolling through the photos on his profile. “He’s traveled a lot and -”

Another message!

Peggy knew what the look on your face meant. She squealed and quickly peered over your shoulder.

“What did he say? What did he say?”

You opened the message and felt your heart race as the app loaded. Finally, your conversation with Thomas appeared. You picked right back up from where you left off.

Hi, darling. It’s been great talking to you. How does a night out in the city sound?

“A night out in the city.” Peggy grinned. “And maybe if you play your cards right -”

You blushed. “Hush, Pegs.” You went to type out a response.

Sounds great. What do you have in mind?

I figured we could do dinner. I wanted to get to know you better, love.

“Darling? Love?” Peggy was practically bouncing in her seat. “These pet names are too much. I’m going to die.”

That sounds great! I’d like that a lot.

His response came right away.

Perfect. Gramercy Tavern at six? I’ll come by and pick you up.

“What kind of car do you think he drives? Maserati?” Peggy mused. “Mercedes-Benz?” She gasped. “A Rolls Royce?”

“He looks like a BMW kind of guy.” You mused as you typed out a response. 

Okay, here’s my address. I’ll see you then!

You sat back in your chair with a little sigh. You turned your phone off and looked up at Peggy. “What am I going to wear?”

“Wear your white dress. The short one with the lace. We can jazz it up with some jewelry.”

“Gramercy Tavern is like, crazy nice though.”

“You’re going to look amazing. Relax.”

You tried to. If it was any other situation, you were sure you would have been more excited, but there was something about the whole arrangement that made you nervous. Was it shallow that you were asking for money? Would people judge you? You didn’t want to come off across as desperate, but in all honestly, that’s what you were.

You went to class with Peggy but when you two came back home, you were still on edge.

It neared six o’ clock. Thomas would be here soon. You were dressed to the nines with Peggy’s expertise. The dress hit all the right places, accentuated the best parts of your body. The dress was short so it hit your waist but showed off your legs. You finished the look with nude heels, a matching clutch, and a pretty diamond necklace. Your makeup was done, your hair was curled. You even shaved your legs for the night.

You looked the part. Now, you’d just have to get through dinner.

You felt your phone buzz. It was Thomas.

Darling, I’m outside.

“He’s outside.” You felt your heart race. “Peggy, where’s my phone?”

“In your hand.” She deadpanned, looking up at you. “Deep breath,” She advised you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “This is just the man that’s going to pay your tuition if he likes you enough to do so. No pressure or anything but just make sure you’re charming and beautiful and perfect.”

You glared at her as she finished her sentence, but it wasn’t long before you two laughed. Peggy smiled.

“Knock ‘em dead. You look gorgeous.” She gave you a quick hug. “Pray to God I won’t have to file a police report, but I’ll know what to tell them if something does happen.”

“We’ll be at Gramercy Tavern. Don’t forget. The one on 42 East Twentieth Street.” 

“Got it.” She looked you up and down once more, memorizing your outfit in case she would have to give a description to the police. “If you’re uncomfortable at all, call me. I will pick you up. I’m not kidding.”

“I know.” You mumbled. Peggy wasn’t one to joke about those things. “I’ll send you the siren emoji.”

“Okay. Make sure you get that license plate. I may or may not text you every hour to make sure you’re alive.”

“Thanks, Peggy.” You smiled and squeezed her hand before heading out the door. “Love you!” 

“Love you too!”

You were greeted by the cool New York air. You walked down the few steps that led up to your place with Peggy, before looking around.

You had practically memorized the face of the man you were looking for now. Curly hair, bright smile, brown eyes. You hadn’t seen him until -

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at you.

Mr. Jefferson was incredibly handsome, dressed in a white dress shirt with a black blazer and matching slacks. He donned a slim black tie, completing his look. You knew he was handsome just by the look of his profile picture, but to see him in person still took your breath away. He was taller than you imagined. You were in awe of him as he came forward to greet you.

“Hi, darling. I’m Thomas.” He said smoothly, hints of his Southern accent coming out. He leaned forward, brought you in for a hug and kissed your cheek. He pulled away and gave you a little smile.

It was brighter than the New York skyline. There was this strange sort of warmth that filled your heart as you looked up at him. From a single smile, you felt like you had known him for years.

“You’re even lovelier in person.” Thomas whispered, a little twinkle in his eye.

“T-Thank you.” You blushed and Thomas’ eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and reminded yourself to speak up.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Shall we?” He offered you his arm. You took it gratefully, and let him lead you to the car. Peggy and you were both wrong. His car was sleek, sophisticated, and a gorgeous black Bentley. He opened the car door for you and helped you in, before closing the door behind you.

You were greeted with the feeling of luxurious leather seats underneath your fingertips. You remembered you needed to ask him something.

When he came into the car, you spoke up. “Is it alright if I get your license plate?”

Thomas nodded, slipping his keys into the ignition. “Course, darling. It’s 6YJ8R54.”

“Thank you.” You quickly sent a text to Peggy and relaxed when she sent you a thumbs up emoji back. “My roommate just wants to make sure I’m alright. Not that you’re a bad person or anything.”

“No, I understand. The last thing I want for you is to be uncomfortable. Especially if we continue seeing each other after this.” He pointed out, pulling out onto the streets of New York. “So, have you been to Gramercy Tavern before?”

“Never.” You admitted. The radio played softly in the background. Smooth, sultry jazz poured into the car.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” He smiled a little. “I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” You turned your phone off. “Hey, is this the album you mentioned to me last night?”

“Miles Davis.” He grinned. “Yeah. You remembered.” 

“Yeah,” You laughed a little. “Plus it sounded familiar.” 

“I didn’t know you liked jazz.” 

“I can appreciate it. My dad listened to jazz a lot when I was a kid. Kind of nice to hear it again.”

The restaurant wasn’t too far from your apartment. Thomas chatted with you about the city, and you appreciated it. You felt a little more comfortable the closer you got to the restaurant. You had driven through the heart of the city, the bright lights and live energy making you smile until he turned down a less busy street. He pulled up in front of the restaurant.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he pulled right into valet, but even still you were. He gave you a little smile before the workers opened each of your car doors. You stepped out and looked at the lovely restaurant before you. Thomas spoke to the employee for a moment before coming around. He offered you his arm again.

“I’m impressed, Mr. Jefferson.” You chuckled a little.

“I know it might take a little getting used to, but when you’re with me, expect nothing less.”

“What is it that you do again?”

“I work in marketing. It gets pretty busy, but I like the job.”

“Clearly it pays well.”

Thomas smirked. “You could say that, yeah.”

You looked up at him, noticing how smug he looked before you laughed along with him. He opened the door to the restaurant for you and you slipped inside. He had his hand on your lower back as you approached the hostess.

She greeted you warmly. It only took a minute for her to find Thomas’ reservation. She had you follow her and quickly sat you down at a table. Thomas was ever the gentleman, pulling out your chair and you sat at the candlelit table together. The ambiance was warm and yet, not too stuffy. You were sure you didn’t fit in with this crowd, but being with Thomas made you feel a little better.

Other diners laughed and chatted around you. You couldn’t help but notice how many more couples were there. To your left, someone was celebrating an anniversary. Another couple held hands across the table to your right. It was such a romantic place. You wondered if he chose this place for a reason.

“And you, sweetheart? What is it that you hope to do?” He looked at you curiously. “Or do you see this as how you’re going to make a living?”

The question took you aback. You knew what he was referring to when he said this. You were sure he didn’t mean to come across as rude, but it seemed so anyway. You pursed your lips together, tried to keep yourself calm before you called Thomas a self-entitled prick–or something along those lines.

“Actually, I’m in school right now.” You straightened up a little, looking him right in the eye. “I’m studying to be a (M/N). My scholarship is ending soon. I’m concerned about how I’ll pay for my tuition. I don’t want to take out more loans so I needed to find a way to get some extra cash. I’m not sure what reasons you’ve heard from other girls, but I promise it’s more than because I want a new pair of shoes.”

You let out a sigh as soon as you got the statement out. You knew you probably shouldn’t have snapped at the man who was essentially going to pay your tuition, but you weren’t sorry. You simply looked up at him with a tight smile.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You thought. You started to think about an alternative plan. You could take a couple more hours at work and -

“I respect that.” Thomas spoke up. You stared up at him. He leaned back in his chair a little. “I’d be glad to help.”

You nodded a little and let out a sigh of relief. Your heart was beating so quickly, you felt like it was going to explode. “Thank you.”

Thomas felt something click inside him. He’d been on other dates before with women who he couldn’t even recall the name of and yet, here he was, hanging onto every word you said as if it was your last. 

He couldn’t explain the feeling he had at the time, but looking back he knew exactly what it was. 

He didn’t have time to dwell on it because you spoke up again.

“I have to admit,” you opened up the menu as you spoke. Your eyes fell on the word lobster at least three times. “I’ve never done this before so how is this relationship going to work?”

“I like you.” Thomas chuckled, thanking the hostess when she brought you glasses of water. “Most girls aren’t this honest. Or frankly as interesting.”

You laughed a little. “Really?”

“I knew you were new to this lifestyle from the moment you messaged me.” He pointed out. “You were polite.” He laughed a little. “And you were right about what you said earlier. Most girls just want a taste at this upscale lifestyle, which isn’t wrong or anything, but to hear your reason …” He had a little glint in his eye. “You’re very smart.”

“For getting a sugar daddy?” You laughed a little. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“No. It’s smart!” He insisted. “And your reason is pretty noble.”

“Do you know how long it took me to admit that I was becoming a sugar baby? I felt so embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Thomas chuckled a little. “It shows that you’re resourceful. You do what you have to do to get ahead. It’s … admirable.”

You smiled a little, looking at Thomas from across the table. “You make me sound so noble … like this is some great sacrifice I’m making for the greater good.” You exaggerated before the two of you started laughing.

He shrugged. “You’re doing it for a worthy cause to me. More than for a pair of shoes.”

You started to say more, but you turned your head when you heard the workers singing happy birthday to a diner across the restaurant. You smiled fondly before looking back to Thomas. You didn’t notice how intently he admired you.

“Before the waitress comes back, how does the tasting menu sound? I think it’ll give you a bit of everything on the menu.” He hummed. “Do you like seafood?”

“Yeah. It sounds great.” You looked over what the tasting menu offered. Marinated scallops, lobster salad, duck breast and sausage. Your mouth watered. You knew this would be the nicest meal you would have had in a while.

“If there’s anything else you want, let me know.”

You smiled and promised you would, but you still felt a little uncomfortable about it the whole ordeal. It would take some getting used to.

The waitress came by, politely asked you for drinks. You both told her your orders and before she left, Thomas ordered the tasting platter. The waitress took your menus and left you alone, not leaving without giving you a friendly smile.

Soft classical music played in the background. You could hear the clink of silverware all throughout the restaurant.

“Do you come here often?” You asked, trying to fill the silence.

“Yes. Usually on business though.” He nodded a little, fingers tapping along the table absentmindedly. “It’s nice to be here on a date for once.”

“I haven’t gotten out much either.” You mumbled a little shyly.

“No college boys for you?” He asked with a smile. You shook your head and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Come on, there has to be someone. You’re a beautiful girl.”

“I’m flattered, but no,” You played with the end of your napkin a little nervously. “Besides, they don’t know how to treat a lady.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows, a little smirk beginning to form on his face. “That so?”

“Yep.” You smiled before continuing. “Plus, half of them are just there to party.”

Thomas laughed at your comment, but he tilted his head a little your previous comment.

“Well, you focus on your studies, love. I’ll treat you better than those boys.”

And from the way he looked at you with his kind eyes and small smile, you had no doubt that he would.

You shared an appetizer, continued you talk all throughout your time there. He ordered a bottle of wine for the two of you. You only had one drink. Eventually, you did get into how your arrangement would work, and as awkward as it was at first, it made you feel a little better once you set the ground rules.

You’d have an allowance–money you could spend however you chose. He figured he’d pay you by the date and give you extra money if you needed it.

“I know you’d like me to cover your tuition mostly, but I don’t mind treating you from time to time. Clothes, makeup, etc.” He trailed off.

You felt yourself getting starry eyed. You were lucky enough to get Thomas as your sugar daddy. You were pleasantly surprised at how well this was going. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. 

“And if I have any events, I’d love to bring you along to them.” He mentioned. “If your schedule allows you to.”

“Of course.”

Your waitress came by with your first entree. It was delicious, and Thomas was glad to see how much you were enjoying the food. The food came out one after another. Marinated scallops, squash tortellini.

For a moment, he indulged in this idea of you. He could see himself doing this with you often. You were intelligent and funny and easy to talk to. As he looked at you, he wondered if there would be a chance that you would love him for more than his money.

Yet, he knew the chances of that were unlikely. It was implied that you were not to fall in love with one another. Besides, he hadn’t been in love since -

“Are you alright?” You asked him softly, noticing the zoned out look in his eye.

Thomas laughed a little. “Y-Yes. Sorry about that. Lost in thought.”

“It’s okay.” You straightened up a little. “I was asking you about Virginia. What’s it like?”

Just like that, Thomas was talking again, that familiar twinkle in his eye and that bright smile on his face. You’d never been there, but from the way Thomas talked about it, you wanted to see it someday for yourself.

“And that’s Virginia in a nut-shell.” Thomas chuckled. He started to say more, until your waitress came back. Thomas turned his attention to her.

“Would you two be interested in getting dessert tonight?” She asked with a little smile, already handing the menu to Thomas.

“Darling, wanna take a look?” He opened to the dessert page and slipped it over to you. “You can order whatever you want.”

You took it from him with a little smile. You only needed a minute before you made up your mind.

“The chocolate cake sounds good.”  You hummed. Thomas smiled.

“It’s amazing. You’re gonna love it.”

You handed him the menu back and he gave it to the waitress. “We’ll do the chocolate cake.”

“Excellent choice.” The waitress smiled. “The cookie platter is complimentary with it so I’ll bring that out as well.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

Thomas noticed how you perked up at the mention of the cookie platter. He looked over at you once the waitress had gone.

“I may or may not have wanted that all along.” You smiled a little, looking down a little.

“Don’t be shy. Tell me if you ever want anything. I’ll get it for you.” He reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand. He pulled away almost immediately after, but you appreciated the gesture. “That’s how this relationship works.” 

Dessert was amazing. You split the cake and Thomas was right–you did love it. The cookie platter was cute, full of six different kinds of cookies that came with glasses of milk for each of you. That combined with the chocolate cake had you feeling stuffed, but in the best way possible.

Thomas didn’t let you look at the bill. He paid and tipped the waitress without missing a beat. As soon as he got his card back, he gave you a little smile.

“Ready to go?” Thomas asked, straightening up in his chair a little. You nodded, grabbed your phone, your clutch, and rose to your feet. He helped you up and instinctively put his hand on the small of your back as a server went past you with his hands full of entrees. Soon after, you both headed outside, reentering the New York scene. 

The sky was pitch black but there were a few stars. The lights from the city shone brighter than them. You stood closer to Thomas as a cold wind blew. You rubbed your shoulders to gather some warmth, but Thomas quickly slung his blazer over your shoulders. He promised the car was coming around in a minute. Once his car pulled around, he helped you inside.

Before he drove off, he put the heater on lowly. His blazer was still around your shoulders. His cologne filled your nose.

“I’ll drop you off at your place.”

You perked up at this. “Not yours?”

Thomas shook his head. “I don’t expect you to put out on the first date.”

You nodded slowly. “The other girls you’ve been with … do they go home with you on the first date?”

“Uh, sometimes. Usually, they insist.”

But you seem different. He wanted to say, but he decided against it.

He cleared his throat a little. “Don’t worry about it. I said I wanted to get to know you better, and that I did. This is your address, right?”

You looked at his phone which was open to his GPS. “Mhmm.”

“Alright. We’ll be there in a little.”

You got lost in the city around you, felt warm from Thomas’ gestures as well as the heat on in the car. You looked over at Thomas, quietly admired the silhouette of his profile.

Before you could get caught up in the idea of him, you reminded yourself this was an arrangement in which love wasn’t a part of the deal. You turned off the feeling. Ignored it. You didn’t have time to fall in love. Thomas didn’t seem to either.

Before you knew it, Thomas had parked in front of your apartment. He turned the car off and gave you a little smile.

“I’ll walk you to your door.” He got out of the car and you did too. By the time, he came around, he had helped you onto the sidewalk and walked with you up the few steps that led to your front door. You took off his blazer and handed it back to him.

“Thank you for such a nice night out.” You said, looking up at him. He took his blazer from you with a little smile while you were busy digging into your clutch for your keys. You found them and smiled up at Thomas.

He looked heavenly. His hair framed his face perfectly. He looked content. The moonlight hit his face and showed off his best features. You could see him smiling back at you.

“It was a pleasure.”

You reached up on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Once you pulled away, he whispered, “I’ll transfer the money tomorrow morning.”

You’d agreed he would give you an extra $200 for each date, but you were sure he spent that alone on dinner. You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you before you could say anything.

He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, gave you a loose smile. “All you have to do is say thank you.”

You nodded, managed a smile and a little laugh. “Thank you, Thomas. I really had a great time.”

He grinned. “Me too. Good night, darling.”

“Good night.” You said softly then walked through the front door. You couldn’t help but smile as you kicked your heels off.

You could get used to this.

anonymous asked:

Can you do junkrat, mccree, Hanzo & genji with an s/o who can't swim and is scare to start trying? Can you do hc please?

Junkrat

  • Would totally understand if you told him
  • For one, he hates swimming
  • Gets rid of that protective outer layer of grime he has going
  • But he does know how, as Roadhog does feel it a necessity for him to know
  • There are the rarest occasions when he actually WANTS to swim
  • Usually those are on the hottest possible days
  • One time he and Roadhog take you to a lake to cool down, at a private section
  • When you decline getting into the water, Junkrat thinks your just being shy
  • Sooooooo he throws you in
  • When you scream and start floundering, Roadhog just kind of face palms at Junkrats stupidity as Jamison realizes his mistake
  • Diving in, Junkrat catches you around the waist
  • “Darl’, you gotta breathe. Stop that movin’ an’ just hold on to me,” Junkrat said, holding you in one arm while the other moves in the water and keeps you afloat 
  • You can’t fully hear him, terror gripping you as you struggle
  • “y/n!” Junkrat yells, catching your attention. Immediately his voice gentles. “Stop yer squirmin’. Wrap yer arms around me neck, darl’, and just kick at the water gently, okay? I got ye, i promise.”
  • Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try and do as he says. You can feel his legs moving in the water and try to time your strokes with his
  • With you now calm, though shaking, Junkrat starts to paddle over to the shallow end of the small beach, past the dock he’d thrown you off of.
  • “I’m sorry, Darl’. Didn’t realize you didn’t know ‘ow to swim, or i’d ‘ave tried not to throw you in the water…” Junkrat said sheepishly, holding you. “But now that yer in ‘ere, why don’t you let me teach you?”
  • Considering you were already in the water, you finally nodded and bit your lip. “Okay,” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed by your reaction in the water, especially considering your now floating a bit in the water by yourself
  • Junkrat just gives you a kiss on the head. “you’ll be an expert in no time!” he says with a crazy grin.

McCree

  • Isn’t much or a swimmer either, to be honest
  • If he didn’t have Ana to push him to do something like learn how to swim, he might not have
  • It was more of a necessity for Overwatch to know how to swim in case of any situations that can occur
  • So when he hears you can’t swim, he offers immediately to help you learn
  • For you, its rather embarrassing that you don’t know how to swim as a grown up
  • It had just never come around. You’d once been in a pool with floaties on but that is the most of your knowledge
  • So you avoided it, until that moment where McCree tricked you into going to a pool with him
  • He held up a bag with swims suites, towels and sunlotion
  • Immediately you swallowed hard and tried to walk away
  • Immediately he was in front of you, fingers lacing with yours
  • “Darlin’, I know your not a fan of the water,” he said gently. “And i know you think its embarrassing to have to learn as an adult but..it really isn’t. Its good to learn new things and like Ana had said, if anything ever happens-”
  • “Then I’ll drown,” you said simply, a spark of fear in you. You really did not want to drown.
  • McCree took of his hat and scratched his head briefly. “Thats kind of the point of learning this. You don’t have to drown, sweetheart. I know your a bit afraid but…please, let me try and teach you?” McCree asked gently, taking your hand.
  • You looked at the pool, the sun shimmering on the surface. You did not want to swim.
  • But right now McCree was giving you that puppy look that he gave only when he wanted something really badly
  • And for a cowboy, his puppy look was pretty damn cute
  • “Fine,” you muttered in defeat, and looked away when he grinned. “But only on one condition.”
  • McCree looked pretty pleased with himself. “Okay, name anything.”
  • Sighing, you turned and hugged his chest. “Its my turn to choose the movie tonight.”
  • A warm laugh rang out and he stroked the hair from your face. “Deal,” he said, and the rest of the afternoon was spent with him teaching you how to swim.

Hanzo

  • Is surprised to learn you don’t know how to swim
  • And of course, you aren’t the one who told him
  • So now he’s curious. Subtly he tried to bring up swimming, to see if you actually know how to or not
  • Either way you manage to avoid telling him about your fear of swimming
  • Hanzo is one of those people who feel like swimming is a bit of a basic life skill that everyone should know
  • Finally he challenges you, asking if you want to go to the beach with him
  • Brazenly, you agree. After all, going to the beach didn’t mean you had to swim
  • When the two of you arrive, Hanzo insists on swimming first. You just say you’d rather go make a sandcastle. Later, you’d rather go find shells. After that, your hungry.
  • Hanzo frowns, noticing your avoiding the water. In fact, you won’t even get close to it.
  • “Y/n,” he says finally, the curiosity killing him. “You do know how to swim, right?”
  • “Yes!” you lied, feeling a bit defensive. You didn’t want to tell him. It was embarrassing to you and you didn’t want Hanzo to judge you.
  • Looking skeptical, Hanzo crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Okay. Then why don’t we go look for starfish? Over in the shallow water?” he suggests, eyeing you. Swallowing, you didn’t want to give in. So you agreed.
  • The two of you headed for the water. You stepped in to your ankles, and it was fine. To your calves, it was fine. To your knees…
  • Hanzo watched you start getting nervous, saw the light tremor in you. He noticed when you wouldn’t go beyond your knees, and he finally decided that you couldn’t swim. And honestly, he felt kind of guilty for pressuring you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.
  • “y/n…I’m sorry, “Hanzo said finally, coming over and taking your hand. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I know you can’t swim and I can see there might be a little more to it. Will you forgive me?” he asked gently.
  • Looking up at him, you were surprised that there was no judgement or ridicule in his eyes
  • Face flushing, you took a deep breath. “Of course. I’m…I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I..I wish I knew how to swim but honestly…it scares me a little,” you admitted, sliding your arms around his waist.
  • It made him feel guiltier then he had moments ago. “Do…do you wish me to teach you?” Hanzo carefully suggested. He wouldn’t force you. He was prepared to spend the rest of the day on the beach, looking for shells and enjoying your company where you were comfortable.
  • You’d never really thought about letting anyone teach you. “…Okay,” you said determinedly, to both of your surprise. The rest of the day was spent with him giving you lessons, and kisses, and eventually the two of you did find the starfish you were looking for.

Genji

  • Genji did not have to find out by another means
  • Nor did he have to trick you or dump you in the water like others
  • You loved and trusted Genji,  a person who sometimes was just as hesitant as you
  • One day you had gone up and asked to speak with him
  • You’d told him of your fear of swimming. You’d had a bit of an accident in your childhood that had made swimming scary
  • But everyone else was getting excited about going for a beach day and you wanted to be able to hang out and swim with everyone else…
  • So…you asked Genji if he’d be willing to teach you how to swim
  • It had surprised him, mostly that you felt he was the person to ask
  • But it also made him extremely happy
  • The two of you went early one day to a private pool for the two of you to learn in. Genji was the first of you both to get in, without his mask and wearing as little of his suit as he could.
  • It was cute because he was even wearing swim trunks
  • “It is your turn, my love,” Genji said, voice full of affection as he swam over and held out his hands to you
  • Now that you were in front of the water, the fear was much more prominent and you found you couldn’t move, your eyes locked on the water
  • Genji noticed how you seemed frozen in fear and after a moment, he reached out and took your hand
  • The feeling of his wet hand surprised you and quickly you started to pull back, but he didn’t let go.
  • “Just wait a moment. Please. Here, try sitting down. Put your toes in the water only,” Genji suggested, watching you with gentle eyes. “You know I will not let anything happen to you, y/n.”
  • For a moment you did nothing, but finally you listened and sat. Putting your feet out ahead, you dipped your toes in the water.
  • “Now scooch closer. Slowly. Just put a bit of your legs in at a time,” Genji said gently, and you listened. You stopped every moment you felt uncomfortable, but managed to push yourself to put a bit more in, till finally…the water was to your thighs and your legs dangled in it.
  • “I’m such a baby,” you whispered glumly, feeling a bit down about this. This had taken 45 minutes by itself.
  • Shaking his head, Genji came over and moved between your legs, arms wrapping around you. “You are not a baby. I think you are very brave,” he said, before pulling you in.
  • A scream left you and you clutched him, practically sitting on his chest with your legs around his back. It was fine though, as Genji was holding you up so your upper body was still out.
  • “I’m going to slowly lower you, okay? I’ll be holding you the whole time. The water will only come to your neck,” Genji said gently, and after a moment you just stared at him. You realized how much patience he was showing you, and how sweet he was actually being.
  • “Genji…” you said after a moment, looking away.
  • “Yes?” he asked, looking up at you
  • Face pink, you stared at the water, unable to stay tense in his arms.
  • “Thank you.”
Costume Party (Peter Parker X Reader

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: nope

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 870

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“A costume party in August? Who does that?” I ask staring at the poster advertising the back to school party. “Sorrell. She needed a theme. That’s what she went with. I’m okay with it. I already have a costume to wear.” my best friend Peter says examining the poster as well. “Oh my God you’re not go wear your-” I say looking wide eyes at him. “NO no no no no no! Not that costume.” He says, shaking his head, his beautiful brown eyes wide. “I have one too. I think I have an old Halloween costume that I can make into a character….”  I say, musing. “Well the party is tomorrow at 7….are you gonna go?” He asks. “Sure why not. I won’t be able to come over before because I need to go accessory shopping.” I explain, already making a list of what i needed. “Well then I guess I’ll see you at the party. Don’t forget your costume.” Peter laughs. I smile and say “I won’t.”

It was 3 pm the next day, and I had everything I needed for the costume. Iconic white robe with hood? Check. White waist belt with silver medallions? Check. Black blaster? Check. White boots? Double check. I walked home and started on the thing that I knew would take me multiple tries to get right, the hair. Making your hair look like cinnamon buns on the side of your head is not as easy as you would think. It took me 12 tries to get my hair up and even. It looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself.  If i left now I would be about 20 minutes early, but only if traffic was kind. But who are we kidding. This is New York. Traffic is never kind. I headed downstairs and caught a cab. The party was at Sorrell’s house. She and I had been friends since the 3rd grade. She was a bit crazy but I loved her, so I knew the party would be fun. The drive was about 10 minutes but with traffic it was about 30. The whole ride there I was fidgeting with my costume. I had always been a Star Wars fan so Leia was a easy choice for me. When I got there there were a bunch of costumed kids on the lawn and visible through the windows. I paid the cab driver and walked inside the house, looking for Peter. I saw a familiar mop of brown hair through the crowd and and walked towards it. “Hey Petey!” I say, hugging him. “(Y/N) hey….. we match!” He says, studying my costume. He was dressed as Han Solo. We accidentally dressed as one of the most quoted fictional couple’s ever. Oh my god. Then I saw Ned come around the corner wearing a Chewbacca onsie, which made me burst out in laughter. “AWEEEEE my two favorite people are a couple!” He says with a huge smile. Peters eyes got wide and his mouth pursed as he shook his head slightly at Ned. I wondered what that was about for a second before I heard a song I recognized. “Pete let’s go dance!” I say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the makeshift dance floor. We jumped around and danced like nobody was watching. A slow song came on and Peter put his hands on my waist. “(Y/N)?” He says looking into my eyes. “Yeah Petey?” I ask. “We’ve known each other for a long time. You’re one of my closest friends. And I don’t want to lose our friendship. But there is something that I’ve wanted to tell you since the 6th grade. I have a huge crush on you. It’s you, and it’s been you for a long time. And I realize that you might not like me back but I had to get that off of my chest. I love being your friend but I want more.” He says, studying my face for my reaction. I was so confused. Peter, my Peter? Likes me? “Y-you… You like me?” I stutter out. “Yes. You.” He says, starting to look nervous. “I like you too Peter. Alot.” I say, my face breaking into a smile and my heart almost erupting with joy. There were butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks were flushing. “You do?” He says with a wide dopey grin on his face. “(Y/N) will you please do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” Peter says, caressing my face with his hand. “Of course I will Petey.” I say. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, looking at my lips. “Yes.” I respond quickly. Peter leans down and captures my lips with his. The kiss was sweet and gentle but it set off fireworks inside my heart. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Peter eventually broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. “I love you.” he whispers to me. “I know.” I say, and kiss him again.

We heard the shutter sound of a camera and Ned shout “MY OTP IS DRESSED AS MY OTP.”

Peter told Ned to hush and went back to kissing me.

Close

(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, general audiences, fluff, 841 words.)


“You’ll stay in the makeshift infirmary tomorrow?” Nico asked in a low voice.

“Actually I’ll be healing in the middle of the battle. Like the Olympian War all over again,” Will replied in the same volume. It was just Nico and him in the tent, but he didn’t want to risk waking up his friends, who were sleeping in tents beside theirs.

“That’s dangerous.” Nico noted with not a small amount of distress in his voice. His fingers grabbed Will’s shirt, which he’d just been tracing until then.

Will half-shrugged.

“I’ll heal, and you’ll fight.” He sighed, resigned. Then, he caressed Nico’s hair, a gesture that would be natural if it wasn’t for how much care he put into it, as if Nico was the most important thing he’d ever touched.

“I’d say my chances are pretty good. I mean,” Nico said, “I’ve survived every battle I’ve ever fought.” Until now, yes. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

Will gave him a reprimanding look.

Barely survived.” He murmured, but still his voice broke. This was an old argument; one they had no means of solving or ignoring until the day Nico didn’t have to fight anymore.

Will sighed again.

“But,” he continued, “I know you. And I trust you to be… prudent.” I trust you to come back to me.

Nico studied him for a moment. And then his gaze softened, changing from a cautious, calculating look to the loving eyes of someone who believed in beautiful things.

Will, like always, wasn’t expecting it when Nico leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Quickly, just a peck.

Then another.

The third one was more difficult because Will kept smiling. The duration or frequency of their kisses hardly mattered to him. It was the Nico-ness of it all that always made Will’s heart flutter, content.

“I promise that,” Nico said, “if I have to, I’ll come running straight to you.”

Will held Nico’s gaze for a moment, then nodded. Will wouldn’t have believed him, once. Knowing and accepting that they couldn’t fight all battles was the hardest part of a demigod’s life. But Nico was a different boy from the one who kept falling onto him, too insubstantial to stand up on his own. This Nico valued his own life and wanted to stay, wanted to come home.

Will trusted him.

“I know,” he paused, pretending to ponder about something. “But— are you sure you’ll come running straight to me? Is that even possible?”

It took Nico a few seconds to get it, but when he did, his face opened up in the most incredulous, most beautiful smile Will had ever seen (something he thought about most of Nico’s smiles, but that didn’t diminish the truth in each of those occasions).

Will unconsciously smiled back. Nico punched him lightly in the arm.

“Shut up.” He said, still grinning.

“C’mon, that was a good one!” He put on a pout, pretending to be upset, and Nico laughed, not cruelly.

“Will,” he said when he paused his laughing to breath, “none of your jokes are good.”

It didn’t matter to Will whether they were good or not. As long as the goal of making Nico smile was met, he would keep making them.

He fake-sobbed, which made Nico try not to laugh too loudly, the glimmer in his eyes visible only due to the faint moonlight that entered their tent.

“You— you don’t like my jokes? You’re so mean!” Will whined, and Nico bit his lower lip.

“Shut up,” Nico ordered with a small roll of his eyes. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be…” He narrowed his eyes, traces of humor mostly gone. He never finished the sentence.

“Shitty?” Will suggested, and Nico sighed, looking up at the tent ceiling.

“I was gonna go with ‘tiring’, but that works, too.”

“Mhm. Yeah.”

Nico yawned, covering his mouth with one hand while the other found Will’s. He gave it a squeeze before letting it go and turning his back to Will.

“Night, Will.”

“Good night.”

Will stared at Nico’s back for a minute before turning too, wanting to get closer to his boyfriend, but not wanting to push any limits. Wanting something to focus on that wasn’t the war ahead, but not wanting Nico (or himself) to panic at the realization that they most likely wouldn’t be this close to each other for at least a few days.

But then, minutes later, he heard and felt Nico turning and moving closer to him. A hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, and Will pondered what to do for about two seconds before figuring Nico was as desperate as him for some contact, some tenderness.

So he turned and inched closer to the other boy, putting an arm around him and caressing his back. Nico sighed, responding to the touch by resting his head against Will’s chest, his fingers caressing Will’s ribs in irregular movements. Will gently kissed the top of his head.

It was only then that they could fall asleep.

The Summer Fling (Chapter Three) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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