Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.
Warning: smut, masturbation
Word Count: 2300
A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO
“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.
Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.
*internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
*at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
*staring deeply into the ocean*
Ahoy! What're you doing?
Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
What are you even talking about?
I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
*at the mall*
*internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
*the normal girl and her best friend squee*
*externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
Did I just say that out loud!?
*sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
Have you murdered somebody?
Do you need a girlfriend?
No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
*internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
You do talk to fish.
I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
*at the shore*
Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
Simmer down, aqualad!
Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
Does it involve you talking to fish?
Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
*the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
*falls over limp*
Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
*lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
*strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
*runs into the ocean*
*kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
*walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
*yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
*back at the shore*
*a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
*looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
*kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
*spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
Imagine that Person A of your OTP has a habit of talking in their sleep, often saying the most bizarrely nonsensical things. Person B starts filming this one night, recording both A’s sleeptalking and B laughing along with it. Later, A finds several of these recordings and watches them over and over–not because they find their sleeptalking funny, but because they love watching B laugh.
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-If you get him a little trinket for his dashboard, he will love and cherish it forever. It will have a special place, right in the middle between his sapphire frog and Quill’s troll doll.
-You banter a lot, except it’s not cute and playful, it’s the sort of thing that everyone around you is like “oh shit cap’n and his bae are fighting again”…until he flashes that toothy grin and you both start laughing. Then it goes into the “you’re both laughing but suddenly he glares at everyone around him like what are you lookin’ at” in that gruff voice.
-It’s likely he rarely calls you by name. Just various, fitting nicknames/pet names.
-You get used to his teeth eventually, by the way, and in fact, it becomes one of your main banter-topics.
-He will deny it if you tell anyone, but on multiple occasions he has used the trail of red that his arrow leaves behind to make hearts or write little messages.
-Like honestly he is lowkey sort of a mushy, romantic guy in his own sort of way…as long as nobody knows about it.
-Definitely down to look out at the stars and swap stories about the past or talk about the future. Oftentimes with Quill’s music that he secretly made copies of in the background.
-He isn’t one to give gifts, however, you will literally never have to pay for another thing as long as you live.
-I wouldn’t exactly say he’s the jealous type, because he’s confident af, however, he has been known to fuck up anyone who does not treat you with the utmost respect. This includes complete strangers who do something as simple as bump into you then don’t apologize.
-But he doesn’t see you as some delicate little thing he has to keep an eye on 100% of the time. You are his equal. He trusts you. He makes a point of teaching you to hold your own in fights. He expects you to follow the code. He’s just as loyal as you choose to be. He shows you as much respect as you show him. etc.
-Unless you’d rather have him be the more dominant one in the relationship, in which case, he’s certainly adaptable, as long as you communicate with him. Yondu is excellent at communication.
-PDA consists of: occasional slaps on the ass as you walk by, having his arm slung over your shoulder, and being pulled to sit on his lap. This mostly happens when you’re out at a bar. (Bonus: Wolf whistles at you all the fucking time and winks when you look over).
-Makes a lot of jokes about eating Terrans, and then he eats his Terran if you catch my drift.
-When the door to his quarters is closed, he expects his crew to know what that means…someone interrupted him once and ended up with an arrow through the chest. **and he didn’t even stop what he was doing as he made a quick, sharp whistle**
-Quick stamina + quick recovery time. Always trying to break records of “how many orgasms in one night”.
-Dislikes when you are cold and 10/10 will give you his trench coat, when needed.
-Honestly straight up #1 grumpy boyfriend who loves you to the ends of the galaxy and back.
A/N: Look at how fucking cute this gif is! Hope you guys like this chapter, I really wish I got to update this fic more often. Also there are a lot of people being tagged in this fic so please let me know if your tag doesn’t work or if I forgot to tag you please let me know too! And lastly, for those of you who comment on the fic, I always feel bad that I can’t respond to comments since this is technically a secondary blog so I’m going to start screenshotting your comments and making a new post with all of them so I can respond to you guys so you know how much I love seeing your responses!
“COME ON!” The chorus of screams echoed through your
apartment as you dashed out your bedroom door, struggling to put your heels on
as you finally met up with your friends in your living room.
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“Hey baby, I’m just at baggage claim.” Shawn says into his phone as he waits for his bag to come through the carousel.
“Oh you’re so close, I can feel your energy.” You say into the phone.
“I’m so excited baby!” He says and you swear you can see his smile.
“Presley is gonna flip.” You say noticing the car seat behind you in the car.
“I can’t wait to surprise her.” He says grunting as he grabs his bag. “Got it, on my way to you baby.”
“Hurry!” You say getting out of your car.
Within minutes Shawn is in your arms. Finally.
“God I missed you.” He sighs as he picks you up.
“I missed you more.” You whisper.
“Let’s agree to disagree on that.” He mumbles into your hair.
“Just shut up and kiss me.” You say as he looks at you. He grins and then connects his plump lips with yours. He swipes his tongue across your lips causing you to gasp, him taking that opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth.
You know that if this keeps up your gonna be late, but a few more seconds won’t hurt. So you let your fingers tangle in his hair and lean into him a bit more, moaning softly.
“Jesus.” He breathes out and then kisses you again.
“Shawn.” You say out of breath. “We’re gonna be late.” You say as he tries to kiss you again.
“No, we can’t be late. I can’t be away from her any longer.” He says setting you down. You smile up at him. “I have been dying to kiss you again, but I’ve never missed a hug to much in my life.” He says shaking his head.
“She’s missed you too.” You say cupping his cheek. “Would yell at me when I wouldn’t read the story right.”
“What? Hun I even gave you a cheat sheet for the voice of each character.” He says, eyes going wide.
“I know, but supposedly I did it wrong.” You shrug. “Told her we would just record you one night when your in town and then when your not we can just play it.”
“I like that.” He smiles kissing you again. “But I seriously don’t want to be late.” He says opening the passenger side door for you.
“What are you doing, I’m driving.” You protest as he tries to help you in the truck. He laughs and goes back to helping you.
“Hon, when have you ever driven with me in the car.”
“Exactly, if my mom found out I let you drive me around she’d have my ass.”
“No, I’m driving. I missed it.” He says smirking. You sigh and then get in the passenger seat.
He drove you to the school and was so giddy as he stood outside her classroom with the other mothers and fathers. You stood on the top of the car so you could record the moment.
“Here she comes.” You say to yourself as you see her in the window.
Presley doesn’t know that Shawn is home, and you both have another surprise for her as well.
“Have a good day everyone.” The teacher says opening the door. Her class rushes out the door and Presley walks out looking for you. She searches and doesn’t see you.
“Hey Pres.” Shawn says from the side, stepping forward so she can see him. She looks over and smiles.
“DADDY!” She screams as she runs to Shawn.
You hear all the mothers ‘awe’ and watch as he picks her up and spins her around. Her skirt flapping as they pick up wind with spinning around.
“What are you doing here?” She asks hugging him tightly.
“I missed your hugs.” He says hugging her. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of relief.
He missed his girl, Y/n was all he ever needed in life. Couldn’t live without her, but he was more in contact with her than he was Presley. Y/n was up when he was waking up, time difference. Presley was either already in bed, or at school. He never really got to speak to her, other than through Y/n.
“I missed your hugs too.” She giggles squeezing him tighter.
“Don’t let go.” He sighs, whispering in her ear.
“Daddy.” She cries. She buries her face into his neck and he can feel her tears on his neck.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He rubs her back, walking her back to you and the car. He looks up at you and smiles at you. You finish recording and start to make your descend off the car. He holds a hand out to help you down. Presley looks up and you notice her tears.
“Honey why are you crying?”
“I just missed Daddy so much.” She hiccups. He kisses her cheek and she rests her head on his shoulder.
“That was a good surprise huh?” You smile, combing her hair. She nods and blinks heavy. “Someone’s a little sleepy.” You say smiling at her.
“No, I wanna stay up with Daddy.” She protest, she’s so stubborn. Just like Shawn.
“I want to take a nap.” He says looking at her. “You don’t have to, but will you cuddle with me?” He asks her.
“Of course, I can even read you a bed time story.” She perks up.
“Really?” He asks starting to put her in her seat.
“Yeah I wrote my own.” She starts to tell him all about this story see wrote, you helped her write the letters and staple it together.
The whole car ride home consists of her telling Shawn all of the things shes learning at school. And Shawn asking all the questions he has for her. Just the two of them catching up on all of the lost time they spent apart.
When you make it home Shawn takes the two of you to your bedroom and lays down with the both of you, spending time with his girls.
Presley is reading her story, or trying to, when your phone goes off. You crawl out of bed and leave the two of them as you walk to the hall and answer your phone.
“Hi Lindsay.” It’s your boss.
“I hate to tell you this, but I can’t approve of your week off. I know you had plans with the superstar boyfriend but Kayla has gone into labor and we need you to cover her work while she’s on leave.”
“Oh okay.” You say trying to sound okay with this. But really you don’t know how to tell Shawn.
“Sorry, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She says before hanging up.
You stand in the hall for a second and then walk back into the bedroom. Shawn was laying in his back with Presley cuddled up into his side, her eyes closed and his opening when he sees you. You smile weakly and then crawl into bed. He wraps his free arm around and kisses the top of your head before he drifts off to sleep.
“Baby, what’s up? You are acting off.” Shawn says as he stands next to you in the kitchen.
“I can’t go.” You blurt.
“For the week on tour. I can’t go. I just got the call from my boss. The girl that was gonna cover for me went into labor and now I can’t go. We can’t go with you Shawn.” You say almost crying.
“Whoa.” He says taking you into his arms, Presley still taking her nap. “Hey that’s okay. Next time. We haven’t told her yet so she won’t be upset. Just me.” He says shrugging.
“You were so excited. And now we can’t, I can’t” You say sighing.
“You can’t, but.” He says looking off.
“What?” You ask.
“Can she still come?”
“What? Shawn, how is that going to work. You are always doing something, you won’t be with her the whole time.”
“I get it, if you don’t want her to come then I’ll understand. But when we figured out you were coming I cleared my schedule so the only thing I have his soundchecks, q and a’s, and then the show. I have two shows while she would be with me. We could leave her with Geoff, she loves him, and then she’ll be with me the rest of the time.”
He was putting up a good fight to get her to come, he sounded so hopeful. He had it all planned out and you couldn’t say no to his face.
“She can go.” You smile at him.
“She can?” He asks getting excited.
“Yeah Shawn, we planned a week where she could go out with her Dad and see what he does. I don’t want to take that away from her or you.” You smile at him. He leans down and kisses you and then jumps up and down getting excited.
Last night my husband showed me a local Beaumont news story about a woman died in my hometown as she tried to stay afloat in the floodwaters of Hurricane Harvey. The little girl was rescued alive, but the mother was unresponsive. I shook my head. The next morning, I saw a post in the Facebook group for my high school senior class about the tragedy. Photos appeared in the comments and that’s when I fell apart: police had identified the woman who died as my friend Collette.
Articles about her death were published all over the country. The LA Times called her death “a true testament to a mother’s will.” The NY Times headlined her as “Drowning Mama.” I don’t mention these descriptions because they’re wrong, they’re all true, but because it felt strange to read about someone I knew described as a near-anonymous victim.
Many people in my senior class had trouble remembering her. They dug up old yearbook photos and confirmed she did indeed graduate with us at West Brook Senior High School. That’s understandable, you can’t know everyone you went to high school with. But I knew her, and I’d like to write down what I remember about her before she becomes another Facebook profile memorial.
I don’t remember how I met Collette. It must have been soon after I moved back to Texas, and we were friends from middle school until we graduated from high school. We ate lunch together when we had matching lunch periods, went to the movies, showed up at each other’s parties, had sleepovers and hung out at the mall. I can see her sitting on my couch, or my bedroom floor, chatting the night away about nothing in particular. One night, just for fun, I recorded our voices and played it back.
“Turn it off,” she said. “That conversation was boring the first time.”
One day I took a plastic frog to school and pretended to pick it up from the ground. I told her I’d caught a real frog and when I tried to show it to her, she backed away. I tossed it at her and she squealed and ran off. When she came back I admitted it was plastic and she gave me that smile and rolled her eyes. At lunch, I left the frog on my soda can while we went to the food line and when we came back, a group of kids were circling it. Thinking they were crushing a real frog, they smacked the can and spilled soda all over Collette’s food. She was very forgiving.
She was late for every movie. All of them. Not “missed the previews” late, not even “thirty minutes in” late. She would show up a full hour into every show. I usually let her pick the film and she’s the reason I saw Curly Sue and Threesome in the theater. Threesome was so bad, I leaned over near the end and whispered, “This is awful, let’s just go.”
She folded her arms and clenched her teeth. “I paid to see this movie,” she said, “and I’m gonna’ watch it.”
I didn’t argue with her, she’d paid full price to see half a movie. I sat back and watched Stephen Baldwin have an awkward sex scene because fair was fair.
People gave her a hard time about her weight. “You have such a pretty face, they tell me,” she said once. “You would be so pretty if you lost weight. That just, uch…” She didn’t need to put into words how vicious and useless it was to say things like that. Collette was tougher than the people who tried to define her by her body.
Collette and her mother were close. One year her mother rented a hotel room for her daughter’s birthday and invited a group of us to stay. We watched Single White Female and scared ourselves to death. There was cake and a sparkly chandelier from Party City and we stayed up too late and it was one of the best nights of my life. Collette loved parties.
Dooney and Burke handbags were a must-have among affluent girls at my high school. We weren’t affluent girls, but Collette’s mom gave her the money to buy one anyway. There was only one store that sold them at Parkdale Mall and they had a reputation for using saleswomen to intimidate teens into leaving the store. I didn’t want to shop in a store like that but she wanted me to go along so I went with her for support. She marched right up to the counter and picked out a purse without paying any attention to how the saleswomen were looking at her. Collette was fearless.
I tried to find pictures, but I haven’t yet. Pictures were physical back then. I did find the note she wrote me in our senior yearbook. It read:
Well, it’s four years later and soon we’ll be off to college. I can’t believe we’re SENIORS. We’ve had a lot of fun over the years but it seems like we’re always busy. Good luck in college and the future. Have fun and remember you only live once.
Ps. Stay in touch.
We didn’t. Every graduate in 1994 knew how hard it would be to stay in touch in a world that had stopped writing letters but hadn’t yet discovered cellphones, Facebook and e-mail. I went out of state and she went to Lamar. She became the kind of medical technician her co-workers can’t stop raving about. An entire hospital of medical professionals in Port Arthur, Texas is grieving her tonight.
When Facebook took off, we found each other again and I followed her life from a distance. She had a baby and I thought, “We’re both mothers now, look at us.” On August 27, I was working late and I saw a Facebook notification pop up that read, “Collette Sulcer has marked herself safe from Hurricane Harvey.”
“That’s nice,” I thought. She was in Beaumont, not Corpus or Houston. She was safe.
Except a few hours later, she wasn’t.
I’d been thinking about Collette a lot lately because I’ve been writing about her. I’ve often written about her, under different names and characters. She exemplified how to be a friend, and I admired her honesty, her positivity, her support and her compassion. Collette was someone I wished I could be more like.
I hope Jordyn reads this someday, when she’s older. I’d like her to know what her mother was like when she was young, that she was a hero who loved her more than her own life, but that she was also a person worth knowing who uplifted everybody who knew her. They deserved more time together.
I’m losing my goddamn mind, in the MBMBAM live show the boys start bullshitting New Twin Peaks scenes- since they’re recording the night it aired- and one of them is an ACTUAL plot point from the new series
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Seungwoo is a whole man and he’s a huge softy so I think he’d want his first kiss with you to be special. He doesn’t like to rush things so your relationship moves pretty slowly, and you can bet your behind that he wants to wait for everything to be Perfect.jpg before he even tries to make a move. I can see him treating you to a nice dinner or maybe he’ll take you out to go hiking with him and start spewing some wax poetic nonsense and you’ll go to laugh at him and poke fun at him but you’d turn to him and he’d be right there. He’d take a moment to read your expression before continuing any further, but once he gets the go ahead, he’d press his lips against yours gingerly and his fingers would curl around your chin and everything about it would be so gentle and timid at first and it’s so breathtaking and someone hold me I’m weeping.
I don’t think Seungsik would think much of it. He’d probably kiss you because it feels like the natural thing to do. Of course, he’d base it off of your behavior too. If he sensed that you weren’t very receptive to his affections or if you were in a bad mood, he wouldn’t even think about it. Idk, for some reason I can picture one of those cliched movie scenes. Maybe after one of your dates he’d walk you to your door and when you turn to bid him goodbye you’d both just kind of awkwardly stare for a split second. He’d look at your lips, and something in him just tells him to kiss you and so that’s what he does. It’s completely natural and not nearly as awkward as you would have ever imagined.
Chan, I feel, would be sort of gentlemanly about it? I can see him being a little timid in a lot of aspects during the early stages of your relationship. He’d be asking about everything, “can I hold your hand?” “it’s alright if I sit next to you, right?” “Can I put my arm around you?” this boy just won’t shut up. I can see the timidness disappearing entirely though once he gets comfortable with you, which isn’t very far into your relationship. BUT, I can definitely picture the nervousness coming back when he wants to kiss you. You’d be on a date, or maybe you’re just kicking back at the dorms. Whatever it is, Chan would be all smiles and he’d probably say something like, “You’re so cute, I can’t take it! Can I please just kiss you?” And you’d be like duh yes of course because why wouldn’t you let him kiss you? Plus he played it off with such confidence even though you know the poor boy is dying inside that you can’t help but swoon.
You all should know by now that Sejun has two settings: really Intense or really Awkward. He’s like a loose canon; there’s no telling which side you’re going to get. GIVEN THAT, I think if you’re dealing with Awkward Sejun, he’d be similar to Chan in the sense that he’d get a bit shy and ask for permission before he even comes near you. When it comes to his more sensual side, though, I’d imagine he’d behave a bit like Seungsik in the sense that he’d sort of just go with the flow. I think it’d happen out of the blue, maybe when you two are curled up against one another. He’d have your head tucked against his chest and he’d look down at you, you’d smile up at him, and in the moment pressing his lips to yours would seem like the right thing to do so he just goes for it. It’s nothing too spectacular, just a way for you two to communicate your adoration for each other. Definitely expect him to get a bit bashful about it later, though.
I’ve briefly touched on this before in THIS POST, but I really think your first kiss with Hanse would be a spur of the moment thing. It’d happen completely and totally out of the blue and everything about it would be entirely unwarranted but you’d welcome it with open arms nonetheless. I’d like to picture the two of you just arguing over something stupid, nothing serious just lighthearted jabs back and forth. And then he’d just……All these emotions would surge through him and you’re still talking and he wants you to shut! UP! So he’d just grab your face and press his lips to yours and it’s all so sudden that it draws a gasp from you and everything about it is perfect even though it’s not what you’d picture a first kiss with him would be like at all. Please just….Give this boy lots of kisses…
With Byungchan I think your first kiss would be really sweet. It would probably be something spur of the moment like with Hanse. I’d imagine that the two of you are at the park or a coffee shop and you’re just laughing and having a grand old time because it’s literally not possible to be upset around this kid. I can see him just absentmindedly playing with your fingers as you two talk about everything and nothing and then? At the end he’d just lean in and peck you on the lips? Something soft and sweet for a soft and sweet boy.
Subin is still a baby in my eyes, but dammit he’s a grown up now and he wants you to start treating him like one!! Throughout your whole relationship your mouth to mouth contact was nonexistent. Hell, I don’t even think you’d be so keen on kissing his cheek very often. But!! You’re dating him he’s your boyfriend he should be able to kiss you! >:( So you’d probably go to plant one on his cheek and he’d try to pull the whole quick turn of the head trick and get you to kiss him on the lips. Jokes on him, though, because you were expecting it so you move just as fast as he does and successfully manage to avoid his mouth. Subin, the poor kid, would dish up his best pout and grumble about how mean you are to him and your heart wasn’t built to stand up to that so you give in. Since you’re already so comfortable with each other, I don’t see any awkwardness when you grab him by the cheeks and plant one square on his lips.
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another okay so it’s Kylo’s and reader’s first times? and Kylo is actually Ben?
idk what age Kylo turned and left his mom and dad, but let’s say he’s old-ish;
16-21. so maybe have it very caring and sweet and loving? and they’ve been
dating for a while and they’re nervous and such blah blah xx”
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 2121
“Ben.” You whispered. “Do you promise?”
“Promise what?” he frowned, his large hand intertwining with
“That you’ll never leave me.”
“You know I wouldn’t.”
You exhaled shakily, your eyes watering up. You knew it was a lie,
but at least he didn’t know it was. You knew that the ways of the Jedi were
weighing down on Ben. His power couldn’t be contained to the order and rules
that Luke had set out, and it was starting to show.
“We’ll always be together, you and me.” He smiled, swinging his
legs off the edge.
You were both sat on the edge of a Cliffside, overlooking the
temple. It was your secret spot; where you’d always come to talk, and sometimes
make out without the worry of being caught. If Luke found out he would freak.
Dusk had descended on the quiet planet, and you could see the other students’
tiny figures in the distance heading back to their quarters.
“Eighteen tomorrow.” You shook your head with a small smile.
“That’ll make for an entire year.”
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Grammy Award winner, the second most honored female artist by
the Grammys and
the most nominated woman in Grammy Award history with 52 nominations. She
has sold over 100 million records as a solo artist, making her one of the
best-selling music artists of all time. RIAA recognized her as the Top Certified
Artist of the 2000s decade. As of December 2015, Beyoncé has sold 16 million
albums and over 47 million digital songs in the United States as a solo artist.
Critics hail her as one of the best entertainers in contemporary popular music.
Forbes magazine listed her as the most powerful female musician of 2015.
Taylor Swift: 10 time Grammy Award winner, at 20 she
became the youngest person ever to win Album of the Year at the Grammys with Fearless,
a country album and at 26 she became the only female solo act in history to
receive that award twice with 1989, a pop album. She has sold 27.67 million
albums (March 2015) in the United States, making her the
seventh-largest-selling female artist. She has written every single song of
every album she has ever released. She’s the only artist in history to have
three consecutive albums sold more than 1 million copies in its first week. Swift
owns the most awarded country album in music history (Fearless) and the most awarded pop
album in music history (1989). This year, BMI will present Taylor Swift with an award
bearing her name in recognition of her incomparable creative and artistic
talent and influence on music lovers throughout the world. (This is only the
second time in BMI’s 76-year history that the company has presented an award in
someone’s name. The first was to Michael Jackson in 1990).
Adele: Academy Award Winner for best original
song in a motion picture with Skyfall (2013) and 10 time Grammy Award
Winner. She and Beyoncé hold the record of most Grammys won by a female artist in one night with six each. With 21 non-consecutive weeks at
number 1 in the US, Adele broke the record for the longest number-1 album by a
woman in Billboard history, beating the record formerly held by Whitney
Houston’s soundtrack The Bodyguard.21 spent its 23rd week at number one in
March 2012, making it the longest-running album at number one since 1985 and it
became the fourth best-selling album of the past 10 years in the United States.
25 is the first album to sell more than 3 million copies in a week in Nielsen
history, and only the second to surpass 2 million sold in a single frame. Adele is easily the
best voice in music industry nowadays.
Taylor, Adele, Gaga, Rihanna… You know one thing they all have in common? They
make art maintaining true to themselves, they are unique in what they do, and
that’s the key to their success.All
these women can be successful at the same time in the same universe, crazy huh?
Stop pitting women against each other.