red and black checkered flannel shirt


New Start 

Request: Please do a grayson imagine where you have a boyfriend but he likes you and then you break up with your boyfriend and then you know he likes you :)

arguing, fluff…                        photo creds @ couplenotes


Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night. 

“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.

“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.

You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”

But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.

“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.

“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.

“Make that two!” Violet perked up.

“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.

“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.

He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled,  and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth. 

“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.

Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”

You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.

“It’s…James,” you sighed.

Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.

“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”

“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.

You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.

“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.

You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”

“No,” Gray’s lips twitched upwards, “you’re human.”

He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.

Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.

“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.

“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.

“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.

Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.

“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”

“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”

But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.

“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.

“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.

James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.

“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.

“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.

James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.

“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things  that you could only imagine of doing to her-”

“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.

A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.

“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.

James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”

“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”

“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.

And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.

You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.

“Now you listen here,” he began.

“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”

“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”

“J-James, it hurts.”

“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.

Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.

You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.

“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.

He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.

He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“Gray?” you said softly.

He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”

“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.

Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”

“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”

You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.

“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”

“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.

Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”

“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.

You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months. 

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Two}

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long to put out. I had a little trouble writing it and what I wanted to come out of it. So, I hope you lovelies enjoy! Thanks to @lovelydob for proof reading this for me!

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London ~ Jack Avery


“I’m going to breakfast, (y/n/n),” Angelina says, poking her head into the bathroom where I’ve just finished blow drying my hair from my shower.

“Alright, Angie,” I respond, giving her a quick hug. “See you later, girl.”

Angie and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember; we grew up together in Portland, along with Daniel, of course.

My close friendship with Daniel ultimately led me to the boy I am so in love with now.

I turn back to the mirror and am straightening my outfit when a soft knock sounds on the hotel room’s door.

Moments later, I open it to reveal my boyfriend.

“Good morning, baby,” he says, moving into the room when I step aside.

I open my mouth to say good morning back to him, but am not able to when my eyes glance over what he’s wearing.

A black and white long sleeved shirt, a checkered red and black flannel tied around his waist, black jeans, black shoes, and hair falling over his face and in his eyes.

Jack isn’t holding back his smile as he watches me. I close the door, still gaping at him.

Dang, baby,” I say.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to his body.

“You look freaking hot,” I say, no hesitation whatsoever.

Jack shakes his head slightly, that smile pulling at one of the corners of his mouth.

“You’re too much, (y/n/n),” he mutters. “Plus, I can say the same about you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and clasp my hands together, holding on.

“I love you,” he says, voice suddenly raspy.

That alone is enough to make my heart beat become irregular.

“I love you,” I repeat back.

And then his lips are on mine.

One of his hands moves from my hip to my jaw, gripping it, pulling me closer, deepening an already passionate kiss.

I run my fingers up his neck and through his hair, getting tangled in his curls.

He groans, hands slipping under my shirt. I shiver against him as his fingertips glide over my skin.

He rests his forehead against mine, both of us panting.

“Nice to know I have that affect on you.” I can just hear the smirk in his tone.

“Shut up,” I mumble, pushing myself forward so we’re kissing again.

He tries to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I deny him. It makes him frustrated immediately, but before he can do anything about it, I pull away.

I kiss along his jaw, and have to hold back a smile when his breathing gets even more messed up than it was before.

Jack’s always been the dominant one - and believe me, I’m okay with that - but I feel a strange sense of contentment to have him like this.

I move down to his neck, and he loses it, letting out several groans in a short amount of time.

“Baby,” he breathes out, voice struggling to get back to a steady sound.

I place my hands on his chest and start to push him to the wall, but he grabs my wrists firmly.

In one swift motion, he spins me around and slams me against the wall. His eyes are dark, staring straight into mine.

“You got me right there, but you know I’m in charge, baby girl.”

Somehow, this kiss is more rough than the ones before it.

I can’t breathe, my thoughts are going wild, and by the desperateness in Jack’s hands and actions, I know he feels the same way.

He yanks off his flannel, throwing it to the ground, before grabbing at the hem of my shirt.

“No, baby-” I pant, stopping him with shaking hands. “We don’t have time. Your fans….”

We stare at each other, chests heaving, the sexual tension between us so incredibly powerful.


Jack and I walk hand in hand out of the elevator and into the lobby of the hotel where the rest of the boys are waiting, impatient to get out and meet the fans who are outside on the streets.

Just about a minute later, they are leaving the building.

Jack turns to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in my ear.

Then, he walks away after the boys, leaving me flustered and excited for his return.

Lucas' Flannel

Lucaya Texas AU/Headcanon:

Zay bein his cute theatrical self and Lucas being all gentleman-y and giving stubborn-Maya his flannel basically (I didn’t rly wanna right a description sry)

The slight wind caused the tall trees canopied above them to sway and Maya to shiver. She sat on the wooden chair with her yoga pants-clad legs pulled up to her chest and her chin resting atop her knees, staring silently at the captivating bonfire she and her four best friends sat around. Maya watched as the orange flames crackled and flickered them tapered off into a thick cloud of smoke that twisted up into the dark night sky.

Maya was probably sitting way too close to the fire, but she didn’t care. The wind gave her a chill and she was only wearing a t-shirt, but the fire warmed her up enough to make her cheeks turn to a warmed shade of pink.

It was their first night in Austin, Texas; Lucas and Zay’s previous hometown, and they all sat around the bonfire that was set up in a clearing of trees near the back of Lucas’ spacious property. 

Maya could hear the conversations buzzing around her, but she wasn’t really involved in any of them. Riley sat next to her, cozied up in a knitted cardigan and laughing at something Farkle had said from beside her. Zay and Lucas sat across from Maya, their excited face illuminated by the fire as they told stories about when they had first met.

Another gust of wind blew through and Maya let out a cold shiver, making her unconsciously wrap her arms around herself even tighter.

Not even half a second later, Zay calling out her name from across the fire made Maya snap her head up and raise her eyebrows in question. 

“You cold?” Zay asked, eyeing the goosebumps that now appeared on Maya’s bare arms. 

Maya just shrugged nonchalantly as a reply, “It’s okay,” she said to him.

At that, Zay let out an obnoxious scoff and jutted his arm out to nudge Lucas from where he sat beside him.

“Look at her,” Zay said, tipping his head in Maya’s direction then turning back to Lucas, “she’s so cold, she’s becoming modest.” he joked.

Maya gave Zay a flat look, narrowing her eyes slightly at her friend then letting her lips pull up into a lazy grin.

Looking around him and pulling at his clothes, seemingly unsure of what to do, Lucas cast his eyes up to Maya. “Uh…do you want my flannel?” he then decided awkwardly, starting to unbutton the checkered blue and red material that was thrown over a plain white long-sleeved shirt.

She shook her head rigorously, “It’s okay, I’m not even that cold.” Maya said to him stubbornly, making him raise his eyebrows in amusement then give her a knowing smirk.

“Maya…” he warned playfully, to which Maya gawked at him. “I’m fine!” she screeched, holding back a laugh.

From beside Lucas, Zay then latched himself onto Lucas’ shoulder and threw the black of his hand up to his forehead theatrically, “Do something, Dear Lucas! Modest Maya is at it again. I sure am mighty worried.” he fawned dramatically, using a fake accent that Maya couldn’t even recognize.

Maya rolled her eyes then let her shoulders drop in defeat, “Give me the flannel, Huckleberry, I’m turning into a human Popsicle.” she said to him in a monotone voice, holding her arm out and wiggling her fingers impatiently.

“She’s SAVED!” Zay exclaimed, falling back into the grass, causing Lucas and Maya to share a look of both confusion and amusement at.

Shaking it off, Lucas pulled the flannel off and leaned over so Maya could grasp it. The moment her fingers touched the material, she pulled it back and wrapped her cold shoulders in it. She let her teeth chatter together freely, and pulled the material around her tighter so she could tuck her chin into it in attempt to warm herself up.

Maya’s eyes flicked upwards in time to see Lucas let out an airy laugh, then look down on her with a smug smile on his face.

“Shut up, I’m cold.” Maya defended, her voice muffled by the fabric of Lucas’ flannel.

Lucas laughed then raised his arms in the air in mock surrender, “I didn’t say anything!” he retorted.

“Yeah, but your face did.” Maya bit back, which just led to Lucas laughing even louder.

Solangelo: Not All That Bad

“I don’t understand the point of this.” Nico complained through the door of his bathroom as he pulled off his usual black t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. “I mean it. Do you guys really think something as trivial as a makeover will get people to not be so scared of me?”

“Absolutely! Now hurry up so we can see how you look!” Piper’s voice said from somewhere outside the door.

With a sigh, Nico compiled and pulled on the black tank top and red-and-black checkered flannel that Annabeth and Piper had gotten for him. Next went his black skinny jeans that were replaced by dark blue already-ripped skinny jeans. Okay maybe makeover was exactly what was happening. It was more like a wardrobe alteration. The only reason Nico agreed to it was because the two girls promised to start off with small things.

After successfully putting on the pants, he simply slipped on his black converse and finally took a look at himself in the mirror.

He studied himself as though he was not actually looking at a reflection. It had been a couple years after the whole battle with Gaea and he had to say he was actually looking healthier and better. His skin was returned to his olive-green complextion, though still a bit pale, the bags under his eyes were still there just slightly faded and his once unruly mane was now an undercut.

With one last look over he stepped out and let the girls swoon at how good they did.


Okay so maybe the girls were right. The change in clothing had actually made people come and talk to him. At first he was a bit uncomfortable with all the socializing but as the day progressed he got used to it.

What he wasn’t used to was seeing a red-faced and spluttering Will Solace.

“I…uh…you….you look….you look good Di Angel….I mean…it’s not…not bad….at all..” The blond boy finally managed.

Nico chuckled lightly before winking at the boy before him and walking off to his cabin. “You’re not too bad yourself, Solace.”

As he walked he did not witness just how red Will had gotten. And he also was not a witness to see how Will practically fainted. But if you asked him he would absolutely and 100% deny the fact that he passed out due to how hot Nico Di Angelo looked or how he had winked at him, no he would swear it’s because he was feeling dizzy and ‘Wow was it hot.’

Creepypasta #825: I've Lived In The Backwoods Of Virginia For The Past 15 Years, And I Have A Few Stories Worth Telling (Part 2/2)

Length: Super long

One user asked me if I had ever heard strange music in the middle of the night, while walking or driving. I don’t generally wander around on foot at night, for obvious reasons, but I’ve definitely heard some interesting sounds. On many nights, at varying times, usually between 11p.m. and 4a.m., I’ve noticed chimes sounding. Sometimes they’re very high pitched, like the sets of wind chimes people hang on their porches. Other times, they’re deeper, like the big orchestral sets you play with mallets. 

Usually, the wind chimes are random, just like a set clanging together in the wind, and no, we have never owned any wind chimes. I’ve checked on many occasions when it started to drive me bonkers. The deep chimes, though, always form some melody, and it’s always different. 

Being a percussionist myself, I started memorizing the melodies, and when I would go into band class, I would take random sheet music I found and play it on the school’s chime set, hoping to find something that sounded remotely similar. I never found anything close to what I heard. 

The sound is also best heard from the kitchen. Not outside. It’s like it originates in the kitchen, by the back window. Again, I’ve torn that kitchen apart, looking for any kind of speaker, or some elaborate prank, but I’ve never found anything, and I’m not sure what to think of it.


I’m not sure how this next story slipped my mind the first time I posted. I guess I chose to forget because I don’t think anything has ever nagged at the back of my mind quite like this. When I was around 10 years old, my dad finally took me into the woods to go hunting for the first time. I’d gone with him before, but this time he actually decided to let me do the shooting. So we sat out in a tree at the asscrack of dawn, and soon enough a small buck walks into view about twenty yards away.

I pulled the 20-gauge shotgun up to my shoulder, took a deep breath… and barely hit it. So we get down out of the tree, and my dad starts following the trail of blood, which leads into the woods and out of sight down a hill into a creek bed. Coming back, he takes the gun from me and starts back towards the wounded deer, sparing my young soul the trauma of having to finish off an animal up close with a shotgun. About 30 seconds after he reaches the top of hill hill, I hear him yelling, and I manage to catch, “.. the fuck!” followed by a shotgun blast. Then another. 

At this point, I’m a little worried, but my dad was Superman to me at this time in my life. He just took out an armored zombie bear, for all I knew. Anyway, a few seconds later, he’s back over the hill, panting, no deer in sight. He shuffles towards me at a fast walk, and I realize now he was trying not to run, as to keep me from panicking. “Let’s go, we’re going back to the house,” he says. 

Of course, I ask him: “What about the deer?" 

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Marry me? (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

@sassdoctordeath + @bookgeek600 :Bucky Barnes oneshot :-)

+ Anonymous: Bucky proposing :-)

A/N: I mixed some requests for a fluffy Bucky Barnes oneshot :-) Hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :-)

They were the best three years of your life. Three but something in you was telling that they were going to be more. You and boyfriend Bucky had been inseparable. You protected each other even if that meant getting hurt or that something worse could happen.

The two of you met during the Sokovian Accords event and fought side by side with him and your best friend Steve Rogers. Steve was the one to bring the two of you close. He said he had a dream about you and him together and he would be even happier if it was truth. The Captain successfully completed the mission.

Only that currently you felt that you and Bucky were drifting apart. That hurted you very much. You loved Bucky with all your heart and dreamt about a life with him. You dreamt kids running around a house with the name ’Barnes’ on the mailbox on your yard.

You dreamt about him.

The nights were usually spent in each others arms but the last two weeks each of you slept on your sides. You missed everything from him. But you mostly blames yourself.

Did you do anything wrong? Or he just got bored of you?

One day you decided to talk to Steve about that. He was the most suitable for this talk since he was the one that set you up.

“Y/N, you know that Bucky loves you with all his heart. I haven’t seen him like this with someone else.” The supersoldier said sitting down in the couch next to you.

“I know that and I love him too. But lately he is very distant. I am afraid that he’ll leave me. Maybe he found someone else better than me.” Your voice near cracking in the last sentence. You didn’t get jealous often but when it came to Bucky you could kill.

“Bucky would never do that to you, doll. He says that there is no girl better than you.” He smiled at you. “Talk to him Y/N”

“You are right, I will. Thanks Stevie! Oh and after all this I’ll call a friend for you and I think you two will be perfect together!” You said leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“Y/N I swear to god if you set me up with someone again I’ll kill you!”

“You’ll be the one to deal with a metal armed furious soldier then!” You laughed and exited the room.

You walked up to the roof of the Avengers facility. It was a place were Bucky used to be. It helped him clear his mind.

“Hey baby.” You took a seat next to him and leaned your head to his shoulder.

“Hi, doll. What’s up?”

“Um, I was wondering something. It’s about us.” You felt him tense up and looked at you.

“A-Are you breaking up with me sweetheart?” His voice cracked and breath quickened. After the winter soldier phase he used to have constant panic attacks and nightmares.

“No, I’m not baby. Don’t say that please. I wouldn’t leave you for the world.” His breath came back to normal. “It’s just.. I feel that lately we’re not spending time together and I was wondering if I did something wrong.”

“Love, you didn’t do anything wrong and you know that. I was planning something with Steve’s help and I literally had no time but this had to be done.”

You just smiled and he kissed your lips slowly. “I love you, Buck”

“I love you too, Y/N/N” After he held you for a while in his arms, you fell asleep. He carried you bridal style to blanket that happened to be close and called Steve. “Hey, pal. Can you bring in the decorations and don’t make a sound she is asleep..” There was a pause as Steve was talking. “How am I supposed to know how long she’ll be asleep? Just come over Steve. Oh- and don’t forget the ring.”

You didn’t know how long you’ve been asleep. Maybe one hour or maybe two. You rubbed your eyes and then noticed that everything in the roof around you were different. Many candles and red flower petals were surrounding you. You raised your eyebrow and looked down. You weren’t wearing your plain jeans and white T-shirt with the green and black checkered flannel but a black dress with matching shoes.

You stood up and walked to the corridor of rose petals. At the end a curtain of lights appeared. You separated with your hands and walked in. Everything was so beautiful. Soft music was playing from the radio and in the middle of the room, there was a table with champagne and food. But then you saw Bucky walking to you. Wearing a black tuxedo, a huge grin on his face as he stood right in front of you taking your hand in his.

“Buck, what are all these?” He didn’t say anything. He just got down on one knee. You knew where this was going. Tears of joy left your eyes.

“Y/N Y/N/L. You are a very beautiful and intelligent person. When I first met you I was in the Winter Soldier form, you changed me. I was a man that thought he wouldn’t find love because everyone hates me for what I did, and then, there’s you, the girl with the H/C hair that smiled to me. That told me that she’ll stand by my side on everything I’ll do. That’s one of the many reasons I love you. Now, I can see you are ready to cry and I spent thirty minutes to make your makeup properly so..Will you marry me?“

“You chuckled and hugged him tight. “Yes. A million times, yes. I love you so much Bucky.”

“I love you too” He then kissed you sweetly. You could tell he wasn’t able to stop smiling.

“Hey love, If all this avenger thing won’t work out for you, you can become a professional makeup artist!”

“Thank God for YouTube.” He said and you laughed. The life you dreaming for, was just getting started.

theadamantdaughter  asked:

“Fuck. It’s like what they say – good girls finish last…” Katara slumped on Zuko's bed, pulling off her heels with a huff. She tossed them across his dorm room, ignoring its pristine condition, and grabbed the quilt beside her. "I let these stupid guys take me on dates and they seem nice enough but the second I don't put out they get all offended and act like I used them for food." She scowled at him, yanking her hair loose from it's bun, "What's wrong with me, Zuko? You're a guy. Tell me."

    Zuko watched with a smirk of bemusement as his friend threw herself on the bed. He closed his laptop and yawned as he sat in his red and black, checkered, flannel pajama pants and black t-shirt. Her question made him laugh. 

    “You aren’t doing anything wrong, they are. They’re being assholes,” he replied. “They’re assholes who are trying to use you for sex– not you using them for food. They just suck. Everyone sucks.”

Bite My Tongue II Demi and Michael

A day or two passed after Michael and Demi had hooked up. He’d felt pretty good at where they stood, but of course he’d still been hiding his feelings. It wasn’t hard for him, and it wouldn’t effect Demi so why not. The boy still had marks on his neck and collarbones, which were still prominent against his pale skin. No one had said anything about them, yet at least.

He’d received a text from Demi telling him to be over right when it got dark. Michael wasn’t really sure what she was planning, but accepted the offer. Later that night, he was dressed and ready already standing outside of Demi’s flat. He was dressed in a red and black checkered flannel with a tee shirt underneath and the usual black jeans and boots.