shes flipping him off as a joke

Sick love

Word count: 1.722

Request: Yes

Warnings: Too much loving

“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.

“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture she had her answers.

“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and fevers. It was just unfair for him.

“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.

“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.

“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the speaker and your sister whispered.

“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her previous sentence.

“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the line.

“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.

“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much sometimes.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you both sat down on the couch.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.

“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your sister included.

“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”, and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.

“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.

“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your exhaustion and pain.

“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry, you snuggled closer to the blanket.

“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.

“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.

“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”, you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite caught that.

“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this statement.

When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.

“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so good at it.

“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently asked and Harry grinned.

“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your boyfriend.

“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you.

“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.

“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”, he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame before he did the same with his towel on him.

“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other plans.

“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.

“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.

“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his shirt.

“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he played with your hair; just like you preferred it.

“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled in your hair.

“I love meh sick girl too”.

And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.

Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)

the losers club as seniors


  • has been planning senior prank since he was a freshman
  • has participated in senior prank since freshmen year, but everyone knew that when trashmouth became a senior, his prank would top all pranks
  • is hailed by all as a fucking legend
  • teachers don’t want him in their classes, and when they do get him, they pray
  • except the english teacher, bc he’s full of bants and thinks richie’s sharp tongue is fantastic
  • has large hipster wide rimmed circular bright red glasses that bill brought from new york for his birthday- richie loves them (and he knows how fucking expensive they are)
  • richie and eddie have been together since sophomore year
  • richie still makes fun of eddie’s fanny pack, and kisses his pout off all the time
  • smokes with beverly at free period
  • draws on the walls all the time, and the janitors have stopped painting over them because the ones that aren’t dicks aren’t half bad
  • has a joke of the day in the school paper
  • spikes drinks at all the dances, always gets caught, always escapes detention, with help from mike, who has football training on the pitch outside the detention classroom
  • plays a mean game of basketball
  • he worked at the ice cream store over the summer, and would hook everyone up with free ice cream, except for mike, bc he’s vegan
  • always has a spare inhaler in his left back pocket
  • spray painted his bike bright pink (and bill’s for april fools, but he secretly loves it)
  • someone called him lady boy once and eddie fucked up his face so much that richie had to stop him and take some stuff from eddie’s fanny pack and clean up the asshole
  • asshole never spoke to him again
  • richie loudly sings kids in america out car windows, bothering stan so much. so. fucking. much.


  • always chewing strawberry gum
  • dating ben since junior year, always goes to the record store and listens to old music with him
  • secretly loves the library
  • all the guys (and maybe two or three girls) have massive crushes on her but her heart belongs to ben
  • favourite class is english, she started reading more when she visited the library over the summer (that’s where stan and ben worked)
  • rants to bill all the time, and taps her foot when stressed
  • she hid all of the pens in the school with richie once- chaotic evil?
  • let her hair grow out a little more, but then cut it when it got caught in someone’s fingers during a soccer game
  • heavyweight drinker, always plays drinking games with stan, also surprisingly a heavyweight
  • owns a leather jacket that her mom gave her, that belonged to her grandpa- wears it all the time and looks like such a badass with it over he swishy dresses and cowgirl boots
  • she worked at the record store, the diner, the gas station- just a whole bunch of little jobs
  • punched a guy for fake wheezing in front of eddie
  • richie punched him too of course
  • eddie just took a puff from his inhaler and stuck up his middle finger
  • all the girls admire her so much- she started a feminism club and had an advice column in the paper
  • captain of the soccer team, and the best player in the school- including the boys
  • i mean, she has the highest goal average per game in derry!?
  • has a funny joke lighter that bill bought her when he visited new york- it’s a molly ringwald lighter that you flip the head off for the flame
  • she loves it just like she loves her leather jacket


  • shotgun, no matter who’s driving
  • if a look could kill
  • richie would be dead 70 million times over
  • stan worked at the library over the summer, so all the Derry grandmas, book loving children, and a few in between love him
  • walking home, passes ms. smith’s house on the corner of the street?
  • walks in for a visit, comes out with seven cookies and a kiss on the cheek
  • but stan loves it
  • stan asked bill out at the beginning of sophomore year, and bill hadn’t stammered his answer
  • what i mean by that is that bill just kissed stan
  • in front of derry high school, in the middle of the gym, after bill’s basketball game (he and richie were varsity starters at 15 years old!)
  • but everyone just clapped, because stan was well loved and well feared by plenty
  • stan helps tutor some of the kids at the elementary school down the street, with maths and science
  • he an ben are best library bros for life
  • he know the dewey decimal system, morse code, and was now fluent in french and hebrew
  • has his coffee black because “i need to be energized through you bullshit, richie!”
  • watches all of the loser’s games, mike with football, beverly with soccer, bill and richie with basketball, and eddie with baseball, while he studies
  • he colour codes everything- a lot of the girls ask him for tips or to borrow his nice pens
  • he has a little golden bird hanging on a chain- a gift from bill when he visited new york


  • started playing baseball after he confronted his mom, came home tryout day with a scrape, totally freaked the fuck out, but made the team
  • he’s the Derry star pitcher, but still keeps an inhaler in his pocket
  • he also has rubbing alcohol, bandaids, pain killers, and a spare inhaler in the dugout
  • he loves his baseball cap (he washes it every other day)
  • chews mint gum (which richie loves)
  • has a baseball shaped fanny pack that bill brought back from new york for him
  • he started wearing converse- but everyone wore white ones, and eddie swore he could SEE the bacteria crawling, so he bought red ones that he kept clean
  • he still wore his velcro shoes occasionally, of course
  • he worked at the diner over the summer, and the bosses loved him because he kept the place squeaky clean
  • no food complaints because he also flipped a mean burger
  • the losers would come and spend hours there, waiting for eddie’s shift to end and putting in quarters into the jukebox 
  • eddie always requested Come on Eileen, by Dexys Midnight Runners
  • eddie always borrowed richies large shirts and would give them back washed cleanly and folded neatly
  • he’s very familiar with the school nurse (the old one left after eddie exposed her unclean nurse-ly ways)
  • richie had asked him out sophomore year and eddie had whacked him with his fanny pack because richie was drunk and had beer stains down his front
  • he tried again the next day and eddie accepted because he was sober and CLEAN
  • eddie loves going to the children’s hospital, even though the germs freak him out and he takes all the right precautions, but he loves talking to the kids and telling them stories about richie and beverly’s wild antics


  • american football legend!!
  • everyone wonders who’s gonna get his jersey when he graduates, because its just,,, wow!!!
  • stopped homeschooling and transferred to derry in freshman year- he met the loser the summer before, and begged his parents to transfer
  • he’s vegan and he makes GOOD vegan food that sometimes beverly mooches from at lunchtimes
  • he didn’t work during the summers- because he worked at the farm after trainings or school at home
  • loves photography
  • has collages everywhere
  • he has someone in the development store that gets him polaroid frames cheap
  • he has collages in his locker, in his room, has his pictures in the paper
  • he put his really stupid photos up EVERYWHERE for a part of the senior prank- pictures of dick drawings on the wall, a dog taking a shit, just his really stupid ones (with plenty of convincing from richie)
  • has some neat polaroid frames that bill brought from new york
  • wasn’t mad at ALL when richie spray painted his bike mint green
  • “I love it!! that would look so nice in the photos!!”
  • smoked once, choked and puked
  • “that was rancid, bev! you’re inhaling a freaking tar pit!!”
  • bakes really good cookies
  • can fight when needed
  • someone made a jab at ben once and mike was put in detention for 2 days for breaking the guy’s nose
  • helps richie out when he has detention
  • principals and teachers love him- always does his homework, always answers questions
  • except for spanish
  • mike fucking hates spanish
  • “I’m not moving to freaking Mexico when I’m older, ok??”


  • works at the library over the summer, and discusses books over mike’s cookies with the librarians and sometimes stan
  • listens to all sorts of music on his walkman, dances around as he shelves the books
  • writes poems and short stories for the school paper and the derry paper
  • he tutors some of the elementary kids in english, and helps the aspiring writers get their pieces in the paper or the library bulletin
  • has a separate notebook of poems about beverly and the rest of the losers (but mostly beverly)
  • the notebook was from bill, from new york
  • loves the smell of cigarette smoke and strawberry- but not too much
  • he goes to the bakery and brings muffins for everyone before school starts
  • ben drinks tea instead of coffee
  • loves big sweatshirts, has a whole bunch
  • his favourite pair of socks are superman socks
  • he knows a neat little coffee shop that has second hand books and really good lemon squares
  • but he likes meeting at the diner eddie works at more, because bev always plays new kids on the block for him
  • has a lighter in his pocket for beverly, because he knows that she’s not gonna stop, and wants her to be happy (which is really strange)
  • his hair is always really neat, and doesnt like it when people ruffle it
  • the most rebellious thing he’s ever done was partake in senior prank and put moldy stinky food in the teachers room and lock the door 
  • he was scared shitless he was gonna get caught\
  • but only richie, beverly and bill got in trouble
  • mike broke them out, with some support from ben
  • school mascot, can backflip, front flip, cartwheel and roundoff the FUCK out of the pitch


  • went to new york, brought something back for everyone
  • admired by everyone in the school
  • all the elementary kids call him big boss bill
  • very much in love with stan
  • plays shooting guard in basketball
  • lightweight drinker, stan always has to carry him home if richie throws a wild party
  • writes short stories and essays for the school paper
  • doodles in all the classes, never focuses, still passes
  • teacher wonder how he does it
  • co captain of basketball (with richie, but only because richie has a higher basket average than him, but bill can actually lead)
  • drives- not too slow, not too fast, and very responsible
  • once backflipped off the first floor onto the pitch because eddie said he would’ve been too chicken
  • sprained his ankle, never did something that stupid again
  • class president
  • learned how to play mahjong
  • very good at it
  • stammers still, but only when he’s nervous (which is actually a lot of the time, cause the losers are dangerous little shits)
  • worked at the grocery store over the summer, everyone in derry knew him
  • if he likes you you get special discount on the junk food
  • buys pens for stan all the time
  • always listens to music for about thirty minutes pre-game
  • watches all of eddie and mike’s games, as well as beverly’s
  • substitute school mascot for non basketball games
  • all the girls love him and his bisexual ass, but his heart is stan’s

Since it’s my girl, Annabeth Chase’s birthday, here are some headcanons:

-Like Percy’s eyes, hers are pretty intense. They can have a natural shine to them, but on days where she’s thinking about Tartarus, her eyes reflect a storm.

-Not a day goes by that she doesn’t think of Luke. Even after everything he did, she still cares about him, and while she does remember all the bad things that he did, she also recalls all the fond memories she has of him.

-She refers to Percy and Piper as her “two idiots”

-Her and Reyna talk battle strategy for hours on end, and after they compete against each other in a Wars Game, or Capture the Flag, they dissect each play with each other refusely.

-Her hair is a <I>mess</I> in the morning, but Percy loves it all the same.

-She definitely is the type of person who doesn’t fall for someone, but if she does she falls hard, and cares for that person deeply, and this doesn’t apply to just romantic partners, but her friends as well.

-Similar to Leo, sometimes she finds herself mindlessly using her hands to build a model of something. This happens a lot when she is deep in thought.

-Annabeth doesn’t laugh often, if anything she smirks or gives a little snort/scoff. When she does laugh, however, it is so full of life, and is so contagious.

-Her eyes definitely get a dangerous sparkle to them when she is planning something risky.

-She is not a morning person, and refuses to wake up before 9, and she has been known to retaliate to those that make the mistake of waking her up any earlier.

-Surpriselenly, she has come up with some of the most seemingly insane, out-of-the-box-ideas out of the Seven, and have caught a few people off guard when she has suggested them.

-She has an eye for intricacies and this is evident in all the structures she has built.

-Her and Poseidon totally have a bromance and get along pretty well.

-After the events of MOA, her and her mother’s relationship was strained for quite a bit, but over time it gets better and the two make up.

-Even though she is obviously friends with the Seven, Grover, and Rachel, I want to believe that if she gets closer with the other campers she grew up with such as Clairesse, and the Stolls, if she wasn’t close to them already. After everything she’s been through, she has learned to not take people for granted and think they will always be there.

-When she first saw Leo after he returned she totally hugged him, and judo-flipped him, saying “I though I would only have to exchange this greeting with my boyfriend.”

-Okay but even though I joke about how Annabeth and Leo would anno each other, I actually think they would have such a good relationship. Like I can see the two o them bouncing ideas off of each other even if the other isn’t listening.

-She is totally a fan of mystery shows such as Criminal Minds or Sherlock, and tries to guess and figure things out before the main characters.

-She also developed a close relationship with Percy’s sister and is like an older sister to her. The two get along and Annabeth plays with Legos with her and takes her to Percy’s swim meets and the two cheer him on.

-Annabeth’s a hiker. She finds peace in it, and likes that she is able to get lost in deep thought, or can simply enjoy the beauty of nature.

-She still spars though. She finds comfort in it, and there really is no thrill quite like it.

-She’s totally not that good with computers. She just doesn’t have the patience and she usually goes to Leo to assist her.

-When/if Percy and her become parents, she is the fun one, believe it or not. Percy is the protective on since he doesn’t want anything to happen to his precious little child, but she wants her kid to live and experience everything life couldn’t offer her and Percy. This isn’t to say that Percy doesn’t, only that he worries more.

I have so many more but I’m going to stop now since I’m pretty sure this post is long enough, lol.


For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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The five times James gave Lily flowers and the two times he didn’t; or, How Lily Evans fell in love with James Potter.

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On her first Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts, Lily received lilies from five different people. She loved them because she knew her friends and that one boy from Hufflepuff had good intentions. She knew they thought it’d be cute to give Lily the flower she was named after. Everyone always thought it would be.

After going through it for so many years, Lily should have seen it coming and warned them. Perhaps she could have worn a sign around her neck starting a week prior that read: I do not like lilies.

But despite how unoriginal the flowers were, she carried them around proudly all day. They were beautiful after all. And she may have woken up too late to shower that morning so their sweet perfume was welcome.

That night she sprawled on her back on the floor by the fire with Mary and Marlene. They giggled about all the couples they had seen that day and the boy who had given Mary chocolates. Suddenly, James Potter’s face was looming above Lily’s.

“What on earth are you doing, Potter?” she exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly smacking her forehead against his. He muttered something incoherent before dropping a flower into her lap and bolting toward the boy’s dormitories.

“What was that about?” Marlene asked. Still lying down, she and Mary couldn’t see what James had given Lily.

“Nothing,” Lily said as she slipped the perfect pink peony into the billowy sleeve of her robes. How he knew her favorite flower was a mystery to her. But even more mysterious was the heat spreading across her face and the pounding of her heart. Stupid James had given her some sort of prank flower that made her feel sick. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

Still. She kept the flower between the pages of one of her transfiguration books.

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Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”


Originally posted by wonnhao


Warnings: Threesome, daddy!kink, breath play.

“If I were to mysteriously disappear, no warning or trace whatsoever, would I still be responsible for finals?” Jeonghan questions as he stares hopelessly at the pile of open books covering the table. “I mean, if they can’t find me can they reasonably expect me to continue in my academic endeavors?”

“Probably,” you shrug as you flip through your notes in search of that one particular line that seems to be avoiding you, “universities are relentless. I’m sure they’ll still be sending us those awful ‘what’s happening on campus this week’ emails long after we’ve died.”

A highlighter flies across the table and smacks you in the forehead. “I’m going to speed along that process if you both don’t shut up,” Jihoon growls as he drags his fingers through his hair, just a little too roughly. He fixes you with an accusing stare and huffs, “I have an Anth final in the morning and you promised to help. I want to get back to the studio sometime this year.”

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anonymous asked:

can you write a small fic about clarke moving in to bellamy's room in arkadia? love your writing <3

a teensy little soft fic with my good friends bed sharing and cuddling

read on ao3!

They come to the realisation a mere ten minutes after breaching Arkadia’s gates.

Or, that is, Clarke comes to the realisation first, and alerts him to it when she mutters a soft, “Fuck,” under her breath.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, hand going straight to his rifle as his eyes immediately scan their surroundings.

She presses a hand to his shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” she says in an easy voice that soothes away his worries, “It’s just that I realised I no longer have a room here.”

He blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she says, flashing him a wry smile. “I used to room with my mom but that was before… everything. And I would have asked Raven, but, well…”

Raven threatened them with bodily harm before they even set foot in the lab, saying that if anyone distracted her from her work, she’d do more than just string them to a tree.

Bellamy shifts his rifle again, scruffing his toe at the dirt. They’d stopped underneath one of awnings outside on their way to the apartments.

“Well, you can always stay with me,” he says, staring hard at the line he made in the ground. He can feel her eyes on him, and it makes his ears pink.

The silence draws on long enough that he’s just about to tell her to forget about it, when Clarke says, “Actually, that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Yeah?” he asks, glancing up at her from beneath his lashes to find her gnawing on her bottom lip.

She gently nudges him with her hip. “Yeah.”

“Alright then,” he says, trying to bite a back a pleased smile.

There’s the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as he leads them to his quarters, so he glances sidelong at her and says, “It’s a good thing we sorted that out quickly. You’re in dire need of a bath.”

It gets the desired result when she shoves him into the wall, and he laughs. “Fuck off, Bellamy,” she says succinctly, but she’s doing a poor job of hiding her laughter too.

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Counts For Something (Thomas x Reader)

I actually really like this, so I hope you guys do too! I think a sequel is necessary for this one, so hopefully I’ll write that soon. Enjoy :)

Warnings: swearing & drinking

Words: 2,789 (damn)

Thomas knew that debate class would be the same as last year. The only person who could even come close to outsmarting him was Alexander, so this class would be easy for him. He went about his day, waiting for the clock to strike 12 so class could begin. This class would be an easy one for his junior year of college, something that would get him credit without having to do much work.

That was, until he actually walked into class.

There, at the front of the room, there was a girl, already arguing with someone. Their voices were raised, although he couldn’t tell what they were arguing about.

“You. In the purple,” you yelled, glaring at him. He pointed at himself, unsure of who you were talking to.

“Well I don’t see anyone else in purple, so yes you,” you continued shooting him daggers.

“Is it really necessary to stare at someone for that long? I understand that girls normally don’t take this class, and I also understand that you’re the reason for that,” you accused.

“Hun, why don’t you do us all a favor and go back to your home-ec class and learn how to cook, you’re embarrassing yourself,” Thomas shot back. Your hands were in fists at your sides, redness blossoming across your cheeks.

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Punch-Drunk Love

Pairing: Jungkook x OFC

Genre: fluff // smut // angst (tbc)

Summary: Being a famous idol isn’t easy, but so isn’t falling in love when you get caught in a web of lies.


Chapter: 1 - Fear of Flying

Warning: none

Wordcount: 2513

A/N: I’ve been toying around with this idea for a while now. I’ll try to update once a week; my schedule is pretty packed with university and work but I will try my best. :) Also, I’m really not a fan of these opening chapters, so I just wanted to get it over with lol
- Thank you @isaaclydia for proofreading & being the real MVP & bff 💖
- @jaxonah bby thank you for everything as always. Your opinion on my writing matters so much to me but you know that. ily 💖

[song that inspired the title]

Chapter 1 // Fear of Flying

It was a beautiful morning in Seoul; Namjoon had woken up a while ago and was going over some lyrics he had written down the night before, while waiting for the other boys to get up and start their day. Today they had nothing on their schedule until the afternoon. Normally he would spend the morning in bed reading a book, but he had made other plans.
Around 9 am he heard noises coming from the kitchen, so he got up to see who was awake. Hoseok and Yoongi were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating cereal, while Jin was looking for something in one of the cupboards. “Morning.” Hoseok said, looking up from his phone. He just mumbled a response, while grabbing a mug to pour himself some coffee. “You’re up early.” Yoongi stated, looking at his watch. “Yeah, Jungkook and I wanted to go to that music equipment store to check out some stuff he wants to get.”  He took a sip from his mug, hoping that the brown liquid would supply him with more energy. “Why doesn’t he just order it online? It would be so much easier than going there.”
“I just think it’d be good, if he could test out certain things in the store rather than just relying on reviews online.” Yoongi nodded. “Maybe you’re right, he’s new to all of this. Good idea.” He patted Namjoon’s shoulder. “How do you plan on waking him up?”
“Well I told him to set an alarm.”
Hoseok chimed in. “Good luck with that. He was up late playing Overwatch. I don’t think, he’ll get up any time soon.”

Namjoon groaned and rubbed his face. Their youngest member was somewhat irresponsible when it didn’t come to work related things. He could easily stay up all night to play games and then completely ignore plans. “Hey Jin hyung, do you want to wake up JK for me?” The oldest let out a laugh and shook his head. “No thanks.”
“Oh Yoongi, can we borrow your car?” He carefully asked, knowing that it was a touchy subject since the incident with Taehyung. “Sure, just try not to scratch it like last time.”
He nodded while getting up from his chair, grabbed his mug and left the kitchen to go wake up the maknae. No noise was coming from his room when he stood in front of the door. It was already past the time he was supposed to get up. When he entered, empty soda bottles, chip bags and dirty clothes surrounded him. Rolling his eyes, he set his mug down on the sticky table. “Hey Jungkook.” He said, looking up the bunk bed to check if there was any sign of the youngest being awake. Of course, he wasn’t. Namjoon gently started nudging him until he sleepily opened his eyes. “Hyung…” He mumbled, his voice still raspy with sleep. “What time is it?” “Well, almost 9:30. So get up now and go shower.” The younger one let out a displeased noise, buried his head in his pillow and pulled his duvet over his head. “Come on, rise and shine.” Namjoon pulled the duvet off of him and threw it on the chair. Jungkook slowly moved down to the ladder of his bed and climbed down. It was still a mystery to all of the boys, how he managed to do that while being half asleep. “You’re not even dressed yet.” He said reproachfully and rubbed his eyes; his hair was sticking out in every direction. “Unlike you, I showered last night after we came home from practice so I’m ahead of you already.” Cautiously he placed his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and guided him out of the room. “Look who has risen from the dead!” Jin joked, coming from the bathroom.  Jungkook let out a fake laugh, before closing the door to the bathroom behind him. “I’m pretty sure he hates you right now.” Namjoon just shrugged. “Maybe, but he’ll get over it.”

After an hour of waiting for Jungkook to get ready, they were finally close to their designated destination. Once Yoongi’s car was parked safely in the parking unit of the store, they went inside. “So what do you want to check out?” Namjoon asked, while looking around. “Microphones and I think I want to look at launch and drum pads.”  “Okay, those are over there.” It was going to be a long day. Jungkook was testing everything; different mics so he could record songs in his room, drum pads and he was even looking at different mixers. He didn’t mind one bit though, it was fun to see his little brother so excited about all the things he had been interested in for years and he tried his best to help him.
While one of the guys working in the store explained something to them about a mixer, Namjoon noticed that the younger one wasn’t paying attention anymore. He kept sneaking subtle glances over his shoulder to where the instruments were lined up.  A group of three girls was gathered around the acoustic guitars, talking and laughing loudly. “Thank you, we’ll figure out if he actually needs one of those.” The guy nodded and headed over to one of his colleagues. “So, do you think you want one of those?” Jungkook looked at him, like he had just caught him doing something naughty. “Huh? Sorry. I-I wasn’t paying attention hyung.”
“I can see that but yeah, do you think you need a mixer? I’m sure for the time being you can get by with one of mine or you can borrow one from Yoongi.” He didn’t get an answer right away. “Sure yeah, whatever you say is best.” He chuckled, looking over to the girls. “Which one is it?” “The one in the denim jacket and the black jeans.” Jungkook said, not taking his eyes off her. “She’s pretty, why don’t you go over and talk to her?” He said but his suggestion was shot down right away. “I can’t. You know, I can’t just go over and talk to her. She’s not Korean and they were speaking English. How am I supposed to talk to her?!”
“I’m sure, she won’t bite you Kookie.” But he vehemently shook his head. “No, I won’t be able to say anything to her. She’s way too pretty.” He looked down but then lifted his head back up. “Stop with the puppy-dog-eyes JK. Seriously.” Namjoon should have known from the beginning where this was going. “Please hyung, can’t you go over and ask for her number? Please?” It was hard to say no to him when he looked like a puppy that was about to get shot. “I’m not going over there for you. You’re a man now, so go get the girl.” But he knew that he had lost the battle already. “Hyung, she’s alone over there by the guitar supplies, please do this for me. I promise to do your laundry for a month. Just please, do this for me.” He sighed. “Fine, but you really owe me big time. Laundry is not enough.” He straightened up his posture and started walking. He wasn’t trying to look cool to impress her, but now he was on a mission. While he was casually making his way over, he bumped into a chord display and almost knocked it over. He could hear Jungkook laugh and contemplated for a second to just walk back to him, but he promised to try.
He was standing next to her, looking at the different guitar strings. He reached for the ones Jin used and then turned to her. “Hey, sorry to bother you. I’m Namjoon.” He held out his hand and she hesitantly shook it. “Hi, Mila.” She seemed a little shy, or maybe she wasn’t used to random guys talking to her. Now that he was closer to her, he had to admit that she really was pretty and definitely not the type of girl Jungkook would usually go for. “Uhm, I normally don’t do this, but do you see my friend over there?” He nodded in the direction where Jungkook was standing, trying to look busy and not like a nervous wreck. Her eyes followed the movement of his head. “Yeah, what about him?” She tilted her head in question and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “He’s a little shy and so I was wondering if you would give him your number? He thinks you’re really pretty.” It was so much easier to talk to women, when he wasn’t the one attracted to them. She took a little while to answer; thinking about what he had asked her. “I’m not sure, I usually don’t give my number to strangers.”  He pursed his lips. “I understand. I promise, he’s a nice guy. Jungkook is just really shy and couldn’t bring himself to talk to you.” A smile formed on her lips. “He is kinda cute. Okay, fine.” She took her backpack off and pulled out a notebook. She scribbled down her name and number and handed it to him. “Thank you, you just made him really happy.” She laughed and put her bag back on. “Tell him to text me.” “Will do, have a good day.” He turned around and walked back to his brother, who was nervously flipping through one of the equipment catalogs. “What did she say?” He asked immediately, basically throwing the catalog back on the shelf. “Sorry Jungkook, she said you’re not cute enough.” The disappointment in his eyes was almost unbearable. He actually was sad. “Here. I was just joking.” Namjoon held out the small piece of paper. “You lied to me?” The younger one yelled and punched his shoulder with much more force than intended. “Ouch, be nice or I’ll go back and tell her that you’re a dick.” Jungkook snatched the paper from his hand and looked at it. “Thank you so much. Her handwriting is pretty too. Is she nice? Did she say anything about me?” He was a lot more talkative now than before. “She is nice and she said you’re cute.”
“Did she? Oh, that’s good.” His face was slightly flushed now. “Okay, can we get back to why we are here?” For some reason, he already knew the answer to that question. “Hyung, I think I’ll order that stuff online. We can go home, it was a really successful day.” Namjoon wanted to be annoyed but the genuine smile on Jungkook’s face was enough to wash away all negative feelings.

It had been four days since Jungkook had gotten her number; yet he still had not sent her a text. It wasn’t so much about the fact that he wanted to make her wait to seem more interesting or appear much cooler than he was, but something was holding him back. He just didn’t know how to start a conversation with her.
The boys had been practicing their new dance routine for several hours and it was finally time for a break. While the others had left to get drinks and food, Jungkook sat down on the floor, against the mirror and scrolled through his phone. A little later Namjoon and Hoseok came back, carrying water bottles and lunch boxes. “Here Kookie, you need to eat something.” Hobi handed him a lunch box and both boys sat down with him. He didn’t really feel like talking, so he just opened his box and started devouring the food. Going through the new routine in his head again, he didn’t really pay any attention to others talking. “Hey Jungkook, I asked you something.” Namjoon laughed, which made him look up. “Huh? Sorry hyung, what did you say?” He swallowed the bite he was chewing on and grinned at his older brother. “I just wanted to know if you texted her?” Jungkook could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and just shook his head. “You didn’t? It has been a few days now.” “I know, I’ll do it eventually.”
“What are you two talking about?” Hoseok inquired, and Jungkook automatically knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell him, it would just make things more complicated if he didn’t text her at all. “When we were at the music store Jungkook saw a girl he liked.” Namjoon said casually, which caused Hoseok make an ‘oooooohhhh’ sound. “And he made me get him her number and now he tells me that he has not texted her.”
“Really? Oh my God our little Kookie is a man now! You have text her!” He said excitedly. “I bet she’s really pretty if she got his attention.” He reached out with his hand and ruffled his hair. “She is pretty.” He muttered before shoving more food in his mouth. “Okay, then why haven’t you texted her, when you so desperately wanted her number?” Jungkook knew he had to answer Namjoon; there would be no way around it. “I..hmm… we were quite busy, hyung.”

“I know but you text all the time with your friends, so that’s no excuse.” The youngest started chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with another lame excuse he could use but he came up short. “My English is not that good that I could have a real conversation with her and I don’t want to make mistakes.” His lunch looked so much more interesting now that he had told both of them the truth. He picked up random bits and pieces with his chopsticks just to put them down again and to pick up something else. “Jungkook, your English has improved so much, don’t be shy.” Hoseok said encouragingly. Why was he so enthusiastic about all this? “Yeah, Hobi is right and if that’s what you’re worried about then I’m happy to help you. And I’m sure if you were to make mistakes, she wouldn’t care anyway.” Namjoon winked at him and patted his shoulder. “You would? I didn’t want to bother you again. After all, you already went and got me her number.”
“Of course I’ll help you, all you have to do is ask.” Jungkook smiled and picked up his phone from his lap. “Why am I so excited? I mean, I don’t know her but I kind of like the idea of you having a girlfriend.” Hobi was all smiles and clapped his hands. “Oh my god hyung don’t jinx it, please. Maybe she won’t like me because I made her wait.” The other two burst out laughing, while his cheeks hot even more red than before. “Give me your phone and tell me what you want to say.” Jungkook handed Namjoon his IPhone. “I don’t know, I guess that’s another reason why I haven’t texted her yet.” “Well, you should apologize first! You should have messaged her sooner, that’s just common etiquette.” Jungkook nodded, he knew that Hoseok was right. “Yeah write that! But don’t ask her on a date or anything, I don’t want to seem too eager.”

anonymous asked:

After spiderman is outed as trans one of the villains Peter is currently pursing contacts him and is like "you're still a buzzkill but I'm trans too!" And Peter is like "I know you're a bad guy and you still need to stop but I also wanna give you a high five and maybe if you go down easily I'll let them go a LITTLE easier on you in prison"

spider-man and black cat are fighting one day, and its one of the increasing times when she’s actually trying to kill him rather than fight him and then make out with him and play with his hair. but peter doesn’t really blame her, he kinda did take down her attempted robbery at stark towers that would’ve allowed her to never thieve again. she’s kinda hated him ever since, and that was 3 years ago. they haven’t talked much since then unless it was when she was trying to murder him. peter was just waiting for them to be cool again, but it was hard to make things cool when everytime they were having a moment she then tried to rip him apart.

“so, i heard that you’re trans, spider-MAN,” felicia laughed as she kicked him face first into a brick wall, busting his lip open.

and honestly he wasn’t all that surprised she had brought it up, it seemed that every villain he had encountered since the bugle outed him had tried to laugh and make trans jokes. it never threw off his game, but it sucked that the one escape he had in life had now become another place to get attacked with transphobia. plus he just didn’t feel like cat would take a shot at that, it was kinda low.

“cat,” peter grumbled, wiping some blood off his chin as he steadied himself. “can you just lay off the trans thing and go back to trying to kill me, because honestly that’s preferable to hearing the same stupid trans jokes that every criminal this week has tested out on me.”

felicia ran her hand through her hair and flipped it over her shoulder. it was really annoying that she still looked beautiful after a full hour of fighting, yet peter was kinda positive that he looked like death. he would say that he was happy he wore a mask, but she had kinda ripped it off him.

“peter, i was going to congratulate you. us trans folks have to stick together,” she breathed.

peter gawked at her. “you mean? you’re trans too? forreals?”

cat sneered at him. “don’t say ‘forreals’”

peter ignored her and happily bounced up and down. “that’s so cool, cat!! wow!! thanks for telling me!! gosh, this is so cool. we should sit down and talk!! ohmygodcat we should go to pride together!!”

felecia smiled. “no thank you. i’m going to kill you now.” and her claws came right for his eye sockets, but peter dodged her just in time and she angrily punched the brick wall.

“what the hell, cat!! you just said we have to stick together!!”

“what brings people closer together than one of them destroying the other??? i’m doing this for us???”

Reader in labor HC with Sincerely Three!

I’ve never done HC’s before so I apologize if this is crap but this is my first ever request!!! SO lets get started

Lets start with the meme boy Jared

- ok so jared n u have been together since ur senior year of high school

- you now live together in a cute little apartment

- I feel like jared would be the funny guy in an office job so that’s what he does

- he works in an office and you don’t work right now because YOURE REALLY PREGNANT

- As the days get closer to ur due date, Jared is like ’ hhhh maybe I should stay home with you today babe what if u go into labor AND IM NOT HERE’

- u make him go anyways

- but one day this actually happens n you go into labor while Jared is at work lke 30 minutes away so you call his mom first to have her come get you

- she rushes you to the hospital and once youre there, you finally call Jared and are like ‘ so uh remember how I kept telling you I wasn’t going to go into labor while u were at work? Sike, got u.”


- ‘waIT WHAT?!’ he screams so loudly his mom can faintly hear it across the room like this boy has a loud voice anyway but holy hell when he yells

- ‘ I TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU DIDNT I FUCKING TELL YOU’ Jared screamed and you could basically hear him running out of the office until he gets stopped by the lady at the front desk 

- ‘no i have to leave my partner is pushing a CHILD out right now. well Brenda i don’t care if ur son fell and broke his arm, my child is being BIRTHED.’

- even though he was 30 minutes away, he got to u in record time

- he basically kicked the door open and jumped into the room

- he is def doing a super man pose and winks at you

- you threaten to throw him out of the room before hes even sat down

- fast forward a little bit n your contractions have gotten pretty bad and youre laying on your side with your eyes closed, your hand gripping on the side of the bed so hard jared think you might break it

- ‘ babe ur joking to she hulk the bed and I CANNOT AFFORD THAT’

- you flip him off but go back to aggressively squeezing the bed until this contraction passed for a few moments and you were able to release the bed


- ‘youll break  my hand are you crazy I NEED THIS HAND TO DEFEAT ZOMBIES’

- you grab his hand anyways and squeeze it even harder than you had been the bed jut out of spite


- u look up at him with these deadly eyes and he instantly shuts up and is just like ‘ i love u (y/n) ‘

- a few hours later and it was time to push so u make sure that Jared’s hand is laced with yours and you squeeze it every time

- hes trying to say encouraging words but its more like ‘wow babe - ow - you’re doing so - fucking ow - wonderful - god my hand is going numb - just keep going babe!!!’

- about an hour later the doctor places a baby boy on your stomach and Jared literally fucking cheers

- the doctor has jared cut the chord and after that they take your son off to clean him up n stuff but the whole time jared sits by your side with that big goofy smile on his face as he tells you that he loves you


- Connor and u were sitting at home when you went into labor bc it was late at night

- ur watching some movie and u glanced up at connor and are like ‘ hhh either i just peed myself or my water just broke’

- the boy literally JUMPS up from where he was sitting and glances at you before he grabs your hands and pulls you up

-he tells you to go out to the ca so you do that while he gathers the bags that you two had spent the time making up in the previous weeks

-he walks outie trying to be as calm as he can but once he gets in the car he just glances over at you and says ‘holy fuck’ before he starts off towards the hospital

-at this point your contractions aren’t close together but when they do hit they fucking hurt like nothing you have ever experienced before so when the first big one hits you groan in pain and COnnor looks over at you all worried and is lik e

- ‘is everything ok, goddammit I’m going as fast as i can without being pulled over but all this fuCKING traffic is making it hard to get FUCKING anywhere.’

- you put your hand on his leg and are just like ‘connor stfu its fine i was having a contraction buts its passed right now so its fine ok’

- he eventually gets you to the hospital and you get into the bed with all the chords attached to your stomach

- i feel like connor has been super nervous for this because hes so scared that hes gonna be a bad dad that when he sits down next to you he just kind of like shuts down and starts to completely doubt himself

- but ofc you know whats going on so you just grab his hand and tell him its all gonna be ok bc obviously neither f you have any real idea how to be a parent yet and youll figure it out together

- he looks at you with those super pretty eyes and u just smile at him

- he loves u so much and he feels so lucky to have someone  like you who makes him feel like this is all going to be ok instead of the way his father had been making him feel by like teling him hes gonna be a bad dad

- a few hours later and its finally time to push and Connor lets you hold his hand the entire time and hes just completely ignoring the fact that youre basically breaking his hand and he just keeps telling u how great youre doing

- ‘youre doing great (y/n), squeeze my hand all you want. Take all the fucking anger out on my hand its fine’

- the doctor puts a little girl on your chest and you tear up as u look at her

- and so does connor because ike ffuck he has a daughter and someone who is going to love him and that he already loves so much?? like he didn’t think he could love anything this much other than u until he saw his daughter

- the doctor has connor cut the chord and he does it really slowly before the little girl is taken away to get cleaned up.

- connor sits down beside of you and he rubs your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead gently

- that boy loves u and his little family so much and he swears that he is going be ten times better than his family ever was to him


- SO LIKE- Evan and you go over to Heidi’s every Tuesday for taco Tuesday and game night right??- so you guys are sitting there eating and playing uno when suddenly you have this weird pain in your stomach and it’s not at all like when the baby kick so you just kind of pause and it’s your turn so Heidi and Evan both give you a confused look- ’ uh (y/n) are you ok?’

- you just nod your head and shrug your shoulders b are like ya just a pain but it’s gone now- so you start playing again- Until the pain comes back and it’s worst that before so you once again take a deep breath and just sit there for a moment and this is when evan starts like getting really nervous and yoy can tell because his starting to pull on the corner of his cards- Heidi asks you if you’re sure you’re ok and you just nod your head

- until ur water breaks and ur just sitting a small puddle of water in your seat-u don’t wanna freak out evan so u ask him to go get you a drink from the kitchen and once he leaves, u whisper to Heidi that u think ur water broke- AND SHE LIKE SQUEALS- Evan comes back in when he hears the squeal and is like ???? what??? -AND HEIDI IS LIKE “(Y/N) THINKS THEIR WATER BROKE”

-and evan drops the glass of water he had in his hands and it goes everywhere and u snicker- ‘now Evans water has broken’ and Evans eyes go wider than before- ‘this is uh no times for jokes!! we gotta go!!’ Evan says and you nod your head and get up-Heidi drives u to the hospital and drops you and evan off before she goes back to the your and Evans house to get the bags you had packed

- the doctor gets you all situated and checks you and is like ???- had u waited any longer to come in yoy might have been having the baby at home because you were like 8cm

- ur like ??? I barely feel anything what the fuck-the doctor shrugs and chuckled

-evan is sitting by your bed and he’s obviously an anxious mess- his leg is bouncing and his face is all red and his fidgeting with the bed sheets- bc like what if the baby doesn’t end up liking him and what if he’s a bad dad and messes up when it comes to taking care of the baby and goodness the boy is just a mess

- but u just smile at him and place hand on his and just whisper calming words to him- Heidi shows up with the bags you had packed and she just smiles at the scene of her son and the person he loves all lovey dovey and about to be parents-the doctor comes in like 20 minutes later and tells u that it’s time to push so you get all situated-evan grabs your hand and is squeezing it WAY tighter than you’re squeezing his and you can’t help but laugh

-it takes like 3-5 pushes and the doctor puts a little girl on your stomach and asks evan if he wants to cut the chord and he nods-but when the doctor puts the scissors in his hands and they’re shaking like crazy and he takes one step into doing it before- he passes out-like he drops to the floor and you burst out laughing because you knew he was nervous but not that nervous

-Heidi laughs and helps evan up and he cuts the chord with her help and he just keeps staring at the baby and he just can’t comprehend that he made that- he just loves you and his baby so much snd he’s so excited to be a dad now

HEART LIKE YOURS (Bellamy Blake x Reader)


Song: Heart Like Yours - Williamette Stone

A/N: hey everyone, i decided to make a short little 3 part story because i really like this song & story 


The realisation that people were being held captive in Mount Weather shook you down to your core. You could feel your chest ache for Jasper, Monty, for all of them. Who knows what could be going on in there? Bellamy notices your expression full of worry so he steps closer to you, placing his hand on your waist. 

Looking up at him, he gives you a small smile. It isn’t happy, but it makes you feel like there’s hope - even if it’s just a little bit of it. “What are we going to do?” Bellamy wonders out loud, prepared to figure this out right now. He’s willing to do anything for the 100. 

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bcckybeaver  asked:

Yesss Richie would be such a cheerleader!! He gets to be loud and yell and chant dumb shit he can just make up, even if the other cheerleaders don't like it. He would love the catty atmosphere. "I don't want your man Patricia, have you seen mine???"

~Richie would be the loudest on the team and would love warming up with the team.

~They sit in a circle stretching and gossiping. He probably has happy tears when he gets his uniform and treasures it.

~And he is definitely a flyer, though he’ll be a back spot if needed!

~He practices his cheers in Bills garage and insists he needs someone to lift him so he can practice accurately.

~Beverly and Eddie watch him practice whenever they’re out on the football field.

~One time, at a competition a cheerleader threw up on the mat and started crying because she thought she ruined their chance.

~Richie sat with her and told her jokes so she’d feel better.

~Even though cheerleaders don’t cheer for the baseball team, you can bet that Richie will be there cheering for his boy!

~He has a special cheer to tease Stan with when he’s at bat.

~Sometimes he just makes up his own cheers on the spot.

~The team adores him.

~The first time he did an actual back flip was when he was pretending to show off to everyone in the barrens.

~After he landed it, he just stood there with his mouth open. (Everyone started clapping for him).

(I love this so much???)

anonymous asked:

Good luck on your new blog! Hope it will be a good experience for the both of you. Since I'm not surehow much characters you take per ask, any TFP autobot/s of your choice finding out, that seemingly young adult bot!Reader is the oldest bot on team (as if in almost Alpha Trion old)?

First ask! Fuck yes! I’m weak for TFP, so I’m beyond happy rn. Thank you for being the first request, love! I hope you don’t mind if I do just about all the bots! First request, gotta be overly enthusiastic.

Optimus Prime

- It’s probably not long until he finds out. Either he figures it out through your “old person” humor(according to the humans) or other, he’s the first to realize how old you actually are.

- Of course, this doesn’t really change his opinion of you at all. This is a war, there isn’t much time to be all “holy slag, they’re actually thousands of years older than me. im like a baby compared to them!”

- But he does have a little moment like that in his own private time. 

- He does try to be a bit more respectful of you than before, and as much as he doesn’t want it to be, it’s obvious. 

- Finds anyone else’s reactions to you being on the older side entertaining. He especially laughs if it was a huge thing for the bot who found out.(coughcoughsmokescreen)


- “I know.”

- He could probably tell from any medical scans he’s done on you. Someone your age has a completely different internal composition than most, and being Ratchet’s been in the game for quite a while too, he could tell the difference between a young bot and old bot.

- It doesn’t stop him from being surprised once he gets exactly how old you are.

- He offers to be your old man griping buddy. Needless to say, you have a new friend to complain to, just like he has to you. Old bot squad.


- He flips his shit. 

- You can barely translate his rapid beeping, barely managing to get a “What!? I’ve been treating you like someone my age and you told me nothing!?”

- Once you get him to chill down a bit, he gets embarrassed about flipping out. No matter if you’re old as dirt or as young as Smokescreen, you’re still the same bot. 

- He does point out you’re surprisingly pretty for your age, though. No offense meant. 

- Once he finds out, he keeps the information above anyone else who doesn’t know’s heads. Specifically Smokescreen. 


- “… Are you kidding?”

- Most of all, Arcee’s probably third most chill on the teammate spectrum. She probably finds out on a mission or other, where you manage to understand a joke in old cybertronian and laugh your ever-loving aft off. She’s confused as to how you understand that humor until you actually explain just how old you are.

- She actually thought you were younger than her. Turns out she’s wrong, but oh well. 

- Tries not to make a big deal out of it, ends up successful. Has a lot more respect for you than before, just by realizing how much of the war you’ve actually seen. She’s someone else to gripe to if you ever need it.


- Surprisingly unaffected at first.

- It kicks in an hour later when he suddenly looks up whiile in the base and goes “wait, what?”

- He’s surprised, just like most of the others. If he thought you were younger than him, he might be a little awkward at first. But after getting used to the information, he chills out a bit. 

- Bulkhead just doesn’t give a fuck after that initial 2 days of letting the information process. You’re still you, what does age change?

Ultra Magnus

- He gives you a look. It kind of screams a mix of “are you kidding” and “It’s not hard to believe this but I’m having trouble.”

- Magnus, once actually confirmed this by someone else, goes up to you and blatantly asks just how old you are. 

- You look him dead in the eye and reply “Old as dirt.”

- He doesn’t get it at all.

- Ultra Magnus is glad to know there’s another soldier with plenty of experience, and if you just so happened to be one of the most respectful soldiers out of Team Prime, his opinion doesn’t change much. If you’re childish, on the other hand… 


- “WHAT.”

- He thought you were his age. Please save this poor boy.

- But, you’re so young-looking! And you’re not at all grumpy or stern!(or at least not very much). How could you be older than Ratchet of all bots?

- He doesn’t mean for it to sound rude, but it kind of does. 

- Smokey gets it after you give him a look. Apologizes while scratching the back of his neck; you can’t really blame him for being surprised, can you?

- You’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to hang out with you after that, so you leave him be. That is, until he comes to you proposing yet another rule-breaking race.

- Safe to say his opinion hasn’t changed much.


- Not a fuck given. Where did they go? Out the window. 

- “Alright.” 

- There’s not much else than that. If his opinion changed of you at all, you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you’re reaaaally perceptive. 

- The most that would change is he’d probably go less easy on you in sparring matches, if you’re both friends and spar often.

Brats- A Zach Herron Imagine

Drabble: a short piece of writing around 100 words

Anna’s version of drabble: a medium short piece of writing around 1000 words

*As requested by @bessonbitch a.k.a my girl Kayla who’s lane IS NOT Zach Herron*

Drabble Prompt:

“If you were any shorter you’d fade out of existence.”

Warning: Foul Language (like a lot I’m v sorry but if you know Kayla she has the mouth of a sailor)

Word Count:1677

In which an unlikely power couple forms between a witty boy with letterman’s jacket and an affinity for teasing pretty girls, and a foul-mouthed girl with a leather jacket and an affinity for clever insults

(basically just an insult fest that ends kinda lowkey cute??)

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Almost had a..

Yang was busy fiddling on her scroll in the front room of team RWBY’s dorm and Blake was sat, next to her casually reading a book, with her feet on Yang’s thigh. It didn’t take long for the blonde brawler to get bored, so she thought of a funny way to flirt with her partner.

Yang: Hey Blake I need you a second.

Blake. Hm? *now pulling her book down to face her* What is it?

Yang: You know that girl from Atlas academy, the one who Weiss and I faced in the tournament? The cat faunus, I believe her name was-

Blake: Neon. Yes I do remember her *remembering all too well the kind of taunting she was doing to her partner* what about her?

Yang: Well we met up in the courtyard the other day and she invited me out on a date, can you believe that? * smiling at her with her hands held out*

Blake: Oh *looking a little down* A date? Umm..that’s nice. What did you say?

Yang: Well I thought long and hard about it and I must say it was enticing. She was annoying in the tournament but I kind of got a kick out of her flirting with me, the way she moved on those skates and how she was totally up for partying at any time. I did begin to picture myself by her side as we rock it at the nightclubs *now looking upward dreamily*

Blake: I…..see. 

Yang: *now grinning at her partners frown* But I declined. 

Blake: Oh? *her frown turned to a slight surprise but relief kicked in* and why was that?

Yang: Because it would be a katastrophe…*giving a wink*

Blake: …

Yang: I also thought about taking Velvet out for a Coffee the other day but I was peeved to find out she prefers Coco. *giving a double finger salute at the joke with a small click of her teeth* 

Blake: *now slowly raising the book back up to her face to block out the image of her goofy partner*

Yang: Oh and Neo tried to come on to me the other day but one look at her and Icescreamed! *now expanding her eyes at the volley of jokes she was firing, none of them phasing her stone wall partner* 

Blake: Yang.

Yang: Yes Blake *expecting a telling off but loving it all the same*

Blake: Sun asked me out to see a romantic movie yesterday.

Yang: … 

Blake: …  

Yang: *feeling herself get more and more worried as Blake casually flipped the page of her book, paying no mind to her protest* Well…..what did you say?

Blake: I told him that sounds lovely..

Yang: *her expressiong becoming paler*

Blake: …I think I’ll go see it with Yang instead. 

Yang: …

Blake: *now giggling* What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? *now making a goofy face towards her now red eyed partner, who started laughing along.

Yang:  That’s not funny! Don’t do that. Again. Ever. *now cupping her chest* I nearly had a heart attack. 

Blake: Aww *now closing her book and moving over to lay across Yang’s lap, nuzzling into her chest and looking up at her* I’d never attack your heart…but I’ll defend it for ever *she said now purring as Yang embraced her*

Yang: Now that gets a stamp of approval from me *Yang said as she softly kissed her forehead*

Stan peered over his paperback, the pages folded and dog eared. His thumbs rubbed against the pages as his legs rubbed together, stalks of barely grown prepubescent hair curled from his skin. The sun glimmered a flattering light on the soft hues of the tangled red hair that hit Bev barely above her shoulder. She was humming to the rock song that came from the pocket radio Richie had brought as she flicked a nail polish brush, seemingly contradicting the feminine action with her hard hitting vocals. But Bev was pretty much nothing but contradictions. Subconsciously, he’d matched the color of the polish to that of  the Cassin’s Finch bird and had been scanning the picture in his book. It’s red crown and pink neck matched perfectly. Softly, Eddie began to speak. 

“The smells making me sick.” He whined but only halfheartedly. Bev shook her head with a small grin, her skin going concave and light freckles fell into the slopes of her dimples. She slowly raised Eddies blushed nails to her face and blew on them but quickly gestured for him to take over the duty, which he did. 

Stan took a small glance at Richie, who’d taken a small intake of breath. His coke bottle glasses had the habit of making his eyes huge, they were even bigger now. He shuffled his legs awkwardly in the grass, pulling them into the crossed position. Stan crinkled his nose at the obvious grass stains on Richie’s skin, green spread down in odd spots on his legs to his ankles. Richie had the same glaze over his eyes as he watched Eddie that Stan recognized in Ben’s when he stared at Bev. 

Bev’s eyes caught Eddie’s seemingly insecure wiggle of his fingers and she gave a sideways smirk. “Be shameless Eddie. They look good.” She reassured him. Eddie glanced down at his nails and back at Bev. 

“yeah. If Richie can be shameless about his bad jokes, I guess I can be about my nails too.” 

The crack was unsuspected, catching the losers off guard and sweeping them into laughter. Richie took off his glasses and started rubbing his shirt on the lenses, smirking like he was giving the smaller boy a win. “Why I outta, Eds” Richie shook his fist at Eddie as he pushed his glasses back over his nose. Eddie flipped him the bird. 

Stan uncapped his pen that had been laying in his unzipped fanny-pack and started scribbling a note in the corner of his book, he knew Mike would be cringing at the sight of him writing in a book. “Bev, check this bird out.” he smiled at her, she crawled over.

she scanned the page until Stan tapped the corner which in his handwriting read ‘$20 says they’re together by the end of the week’. Bev smiled and bit back laughter. “A beauty, here take a look Ben.” she hauled the book from Stan and held it to Ben’s eyes. He chuckled quietly and passed it to Mike and Bill, who’d been nose deep in one of Mikes books. They read the message and had to keep from bursting with laughter.

Richie and Eddie remained absolutely oblivious as they continued taunting and teasing each other. 

Right, taking inspiration from PE class here…

Imagine the class practicing kickboxing and sparring shiz. They’re paired in groups of two, narrowing teams down to find the best (march madness style), and Marinette and Adrien are paired up.

Obviously we know that they have experience with this, so it’s not very fair, but the rest of them don’t. They’re sort of freaking out everyone around them, predicting each other’s moves, doing flips that only a superhero could pull off, and instinctively reaching to their sides for weapons that aren’t there.

It finally narrows down to them, and Alex and Kim’s team. By now, Adrien and Marinette are in their groove. They’re getting into old habit, making jokes, Adrien’s flirting a little, Marinette is somehow both rejecting him and flirting with him.(Alya’s exploding in confusion because “She can’t form a coherent sentence and suddenly she’s flirting what the crap?!”)

Alex and Kim are putting up a fight, and Marinette and Adrien were getting to be themselves without the masks. But something was so familiar about their teammate. The way they fought, the personality; it got them into battle mode.

After reaching for the invisible yo-yo for the fifth time, Marinette was starting to get annoyed.

“I swear, I’m too used to this.” she muttered.

And that’s when Adrien slipped up.

She was just… so much like Ladybug, he didn’t even notice what he said. Alex and Kim were closing in. It felt like an akuma they’d defeated all over again. And that’s when he said…

“So what do we do, my lady?”

But she didn’t react. In fact, she did the same.

“Make them lose their balance, Chat!”

It went quiet.

A pin drop could’ve been heard in the gym. Jaws dropped. Adrien and Mari were frozen, back to back, stewing in their own scenarios of what was about to happen.

“Hey! Not fair! We were fighting against literal superheroes! I call a rematch!”

Loving those priorities, Kim.