are you a ‘wears flannel buttoned up, like normal’ wlw, a ‘wears flannel unbuttoned with a tank top or t shirt underneath’ wlw, or a ‘ties flannel around waist just for that Aesthetic™ tho’ wlw?
James Flint Appreciation Week:
Day 6 – Favourite outfit
As requested by anon: could you please do one where reader is out in the park when I-Rex gets loose and is in the jungle with Zach and Gray & Owen’s going crazy & when he and Claire find them reader gets SUPER badly injured & Owen freaks the frick out because I need some protective/worried/loving angsty Owen in my life!
Owen vowed never to fall in love. He’d been hurt too many times in the past. Not by partners, though, but rather by the loss of friends during his Navy days and his family that had shunned him for joining in the first place. He was ashamed, in a way. After all, he was supposed to be tough and strong, and yet, under that sarcastic, laid back exterior that he’d built up, he was lonely, scared, and empty. And even worse, he’d been brought down to the point that he was afraid of something he’d never even experienced before: a meaningful, romantic relationship. His raptors offered him some comfort. A distraction. A small presence to ever so slightly fill that gaping hole within him, but he refused to allow himself to love creatures that would happily tear him to shreds if given the opportunity. No. Love was not an option for him in any capacity of the word.
And then you came along.
what she says: Oh nothing, I’m fine.
What she’s thinking: If Shinee is homeless then I’m homeless. If Shinee is confused then I’m confused. If Shinee is riding in a car having fun then I’m riding in a car having fun. If Shinee is dressed as stylish hobos then I’m dressed as a stylish hobo. If Onew is serving face then I’m serving face. If Taemin is about to kill his squad then I’m about to kill my squad. If Key’’s highlight is gleaming on his cheeks then my highlight is gleaming on my cheeks. If Jonghyun’s adam’s apple is delicious then my adam’s apple is delicious. If Minho has a plaid shirt tied around his waist then I have a plaid shirt tied around my waist. If Taemin is sacrificing his body to the gun life then I’m sacrificing my body to the gun life. If Shinee is fighting then I’m fighting. If Minho is taking it to the streets then I’m taking it to the streets. If Key is lowkey stealing the girl then I’m lowkey stealing the girl. If Jonghyun is singing his heart out in a cage then I’m singing my heart out in a cage. If Shinee probably just committed several murders then I committed several murders. If Shine–
drunk!Dean love confessions, except it’s Cas doing the confessing
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“But she wazz so prettyyy,” Dean complained, seemingly on the verge of tears. He hung from Castiel’s shoulder, all his weight slumped towards his bending knees.
“Yes, I’m sure she was,” Castiel assured Dean. With a grim smile and a shift of his angelic strength, Castiel lifted Dean fully to his feet, hanging one bicep behind his neck, the two of them holding hands over Castiel’s heart. “But you aren’t in any condition to let girls take you home, Dean. Come on, we’re almost there.”
“Nhhh.” Dean scowled, dragging his feet on the outdoor motel steps as they ascended. The laces on one boot had come undone, and his plaid shirt dangled by his knees, having been tied around his waist. “Least…” He breathed heavily, apparently allowing the stale walkway air to settle his heaving stomach. “Least I’m not… goin’ home alone.” A soppy smile crawled up his cheek. His gleaming eyes settled on the side of Castiel’s face, and Dean purred, “Big strong angel to take care’a me.”
“Quite,” Castiel said, approaching Sam and Dean’s motel room. He didn’t have a key, so stretched out a hand and made the lock glow white. The door swung open, and Dean giggled as Castiel helped him through.
“Hey, Cas?”
“Yes?” Castiel said, helping Dean on his slow, wobbly journey to the nearest bed. Sam wasn’t back yet; the room was empty.
“Do… d’ya think she knew?” Dean asked.
“Knew what, exactly?” Castiel replied.
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Chapter One: The Mission
Pairing: Eventual
Johnathan Byers x Reader
Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.
This Chapter: Y/N Winchester and family roll into the seemingly quite town of Hawkins, Indiana. The siblings face their first day at yet another new school and John Winchester goes to work with the Hawkins PD.
Warning: Warped time line.
“Y/N!” your elder brother called from the kitchen of the small rent home that your father had paid for in cash, his voice booming off the walls. “Would you hurry the hell up?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you huff out in annoyance, your fingers swiftly braiding your H/L, H/C hair into a loose French braid. You had already applied mascara onto your lashes from the single tube of the liquid substance that you owned, which had been snagged from a gas station one night while your father wasn’t looking. You quickly shimmied into your black denim jeans and shrugged on a loose black shirt and stepped into your ankle high black boots. You complete the dark look with a single pop of color, a green plaid shirt, which you promptly tied around your waist instead of slipping it onto your arms.
You snatched your army green bag from the floor of the makeshift room you were sharing with your little brother, Sam, since it was only a two roomed rent house, and tossed it over your shoulder, running out of the room.
“Here, you’re going to have to eat in the car,” Dean grunted as he handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.
“Thanks,” you said as you took the plate from him, carful to not let the plastic fork drop to the ground.
“Sammy’s already in the car,” Dean said.
“Since when are you so eager to be on time?” You asked as you shove a fork full of eggs into your mouth.
“Dads orders,” Dean said.
You snorted, “Again, since when?”
Dean rolled his eyes at you, but put his arm around your shoulders as to usher you out of the house faster.
“I don’t know, but he wants us to behave this go around,” Dean explained.
“And by ‘us’ I assume he means just you and me?” You ask.
Dean smirks as he opens the door to the impala, “You know it.”
You chuckle slightly as you round the car to take your place in the passenger side seat. Sammy had always been the picture of innocence, he always took the classes he was put in seriously, liked to do his homework, and generally enjoyed the normal life.
You and Dean however, well, that was another story.
While you were slightly more behaved than Dean, you were nothing compared to Sam. Your grades were good enough to pass you, which is more than you could say for Dean most of the time, but they were not honor, nor banner, roll material for that matter. You preferred to spend the time you should be paying attention to your teacher drawing in your sketchbook or skipping out on classes to go sketch out the scenery elsewhere. Dean, however, enjoyed spending his time making out with random girls in the janitors closets or vacant classrooms.
“Alright, is everyone clear on their job?” Dean asked.
“Mhm,” you hummed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered from the back seat. He had his elbow on the arm rest, and his face laying on his closed fist, brown puppy eyes staring blankly out the window.
“What’s wrong little one?” you asked, shifting around in your seat as Dean cranked the car, the engine sprang to life with a comforting purr.
“It’s nothing,” Sam muttered.
“Obviously not,” you countered, “You look like you just lost your best friend.”
“I don’t have a best friend to lose,” Sam sighed, “I hate bouncing from school to school. I don’t even know how to make friends! How am I supposed to get those kids to like me when they’re just going to think I’m trying to replace their dead friend?”
“We don’t know that the kid is dead, Sammy,” Dean muttered from the driver’s seat as he sped down the road ways to the school. You had no idea how Dean always knew the location of everything, but he always seemed to know where he was going. You had a suspicion that it was some kind of super power.
“Yea, we don’t know what happened to any of those missing people,” you said, quickly backing your older brother. “He’s only been gone a few days. He could even just be lost in the woods.”
“Yea, whatever you guys say,” Sam said as he turned his attention back to the scenery rolling by outside of the car window. You sighed at your little brother and fixed yourself in your seat, making brief eye contact with your older brother, a look you knew the meaning to all too well, as it had been drilled into your head since before you can remember.
Look out for Sammy.
All eyes followed your brother’s sleek impala as it pulled into the school parking lot, everyone’s normal morning activates came to a halt as they traded them in to watch you two of you get out the car, which had previously been blaring ACDC. Dean, as always, was the first to get out. He slammed the door shut, and suddenly, every pair of female eyes had turned to him, small smirks growing on some of their faces.
Dean sent a flirtatious wink to a group of four girls giving him the once over, who all busted out into girly giggles at the action. You rolled your eyes lightly but still chuckled at your brother’s behavior none the less.
You got out the car next, Sammy had already been brought to the middle school side where you three had spotted the Wheeler boy and his two friends, Sinclair and Henderson, getting off of their parked bikes. Sam had sighed dramatically at both his siblings encouragement to “go get them tiger” before you had let him out of the back seat, all three of his targets eyes swept over the impala and watched you leaning over to let your younger brother out. When you had seen them, you threw a wink at the young curly haired boy who turned red in response. When you and Dean pulled off, you could see the same kid approach Sam.
Now, you were the one slipping from the car. You rested your arms on the top of the impala, watching through your dark octagon sunglasses (also stolen from a gas station) as heads turned your way. The girls were quick to size you up and you saw more than a few of the boy’s checking you out. You resisted the urge to crinkle your nose at them. Unlike Dean, you were not flirtatious.
Not that you weren’t sexually attracted to people, you just didn’t see the point in forming a romantic attachment with someone when you knew you wouldn’t be staying around long. And you got attached a lot faster to people than you’d care to admit aloud, which is why you didn’t typically bother making friends either.
Your E/C gaze swept over the campus, mentally mapping it out and taking special precautions to note every exit you could see. Slowly, you rounded the car after shutting the door to meet Dean. The bell ran in the distance, and the two of you began to make your way to the building, where you would have to find the principal’s office to get your schedule and be ushered to your respective classes.
You let out a lengthy sigh, “How mad do you think dad would be if I skipped out of the first day?”
“I’m going to go with very.” Dean answered. “So don’t even think about it. We have orders to behave.”
You snorted, always the perfect soldier, that one.
“Whatever you say, big brother.”
The trip to the principal’s office was uneventful. You and Dean had each been given a copy of your schedule and were taken to separate classrooms, as Dean was a year older than you. You were lead to a class room with an older woman at the head, who made you say your full name and where you were from and asked if you had any specific hobbies, which you had answered, the latter of the questions being drawing and the violin.
You were then seated by a boy with long brown hair, who was staring intently at his text book, a faraway look on his face. From the photos that your father had shown you, you knew him to be Johnathan Byers, your mission. By the time the lunch bell rang, you had already planned your first move.
Your E/C eye quickly scanned the school yard, looking for the boy you had seen earlier in home room, Johnathan Byers, elder brother to Will Byers, the missing kid. From the few times you gazed had skimmed over him today, you had quickly discovered that he was a loner. He never interacted with one, never spoke out in class, or did anything to make himself stand out.
Your gaze soon washed over him, finding the boy sitting at a picnic table, characteristically by himself. He appeared to be flipping through something, you couldn’t make out what from this distance, but you soon planned on finding out. Every other table in the yard was full, friends had already clicked off and were going about their lunch, nibbling on the food their mothers had packed and catching up on the latest gossip the day had brought.
Heaving your school bag higher on your shoulder, you began making your way over to the table. Johnathan paid you no mind as you approached, most likely thinking that you were just a passerby. However, you stopped before him, the shade your shadow provided causing him to look up curiously.
“Mind if I sit? Everywhere else is full and loud.”
The boy blinked up at you a few times in shock before he slowly nodded, motioning for you to sit down. “Yea, go ahead.”
“Awesome, thanks.” You grinned.
You placed your bag down on the bench with a thunk and soon seated yourself. You began to dig through your bag, looking for the lunch Dean always packed, a ham sandwich in a plastic bag, a small bag of chips and a banana, all stuffed inside a brown paper bag.
“How come you’re not sitting with the others?” you asked casually as you slip the sandwich from your bag.
“Not much of a people person,” Johnathan responded.
You took a bite out of your sandwich, “I can respect that.”
The boy looked up at you from under his long bangs, “What about you?”
“Never stay in one place long enough to bother making friends,” you say nonchalantly, fishing around in your bag for the bottle of water Dean had also probably placed there. He was such a mother hen.
You soon found it and let out a satisfied, “Aha!” causing the boy to look up at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I knew my brother put it in here. I just have a mess in this bag, kinda makes it hard to find things.”
Johnathan nodded, returning his attention to the thing he was flipping through before. Now that you were up close, you could see that he was flipping through a set of photos. It was then that you noticed the camera sitting beside his bag. So he’s in to photography…
“You have photography classes here?” you ask, your interest was peeked.
“Yea,” Johnathan replied, “Nothing to fancy, just the basics. And we have a dark room on campus.”
You bobbed your head up and down in recognition of his words, “I’d always wanted to learn how to develop pictures, but we don’t sit still long enough for me to learn. My dad’s a traveling detective,” you explained, hoping to peek the boy’s interest.
“A traveling deceive?”
“I don’t think that’s the actual term for it, but that’s what he does. He’s a member of the FBI that specializes in strange cases.”
Johnathan’s eyes flickered over you for a moment before he glued them back to the table. “What weird case is he working on here?”
Got him.
“There’s been a string of missing persons throughout the area. In this town Will Byers, but here’s been a bunch more in the surrounding towns. People just vanishing into thin air. No bodies, no signs of where they went.”
You took another bite of your sandwich.
“Dads says there’s gotta be a reason bodies aren’t turning up, whatever’s going on, whoever is behind this, he’s keeping them alive for a reason. At least that’s his figuring,” you explained further, opening your bag of chips.
You popped a Cheeto in your mouth and watched Johnathan’s brain reel from across the table as he soaked in the bits of information you had fed him. His fingers had long since stopped flipping through his collections of photos to simply rested upon them, unmoving.
“What do you think happened to them?” Johnathan ask quietly, his eyes glued to the grainy wood of the outdoor table.
“I think that my dad is the best at what he does, and I think he’s going to bring these people home to their families.” You met Johnathan’s gaze as he lifted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Will is my little brother,” the boy admitted quietly.
“Well,” you paused, remembering he hadn’t actually introduced himself to you yet, “I’m sorry I’ve been chatting with you but I forgot to ask your name?”
“Johnathan Byers,” he introduced.
You smiled once more, “Well, Johnathan, my dad’s going to bring your little brother home.”
bennie-boi asked:
Punk! Eddie and Nerd! Richie 💗 for the short fic thingy
I tried to keep them as close to personalities and characterization as I could while following your prompt. This is modern-ish. I hope it’s not too terrible!
send me a pairing + a setting and I’ll write a short fic
If there was one thing that Richie hated more than a new school, it was the inevitable dick-measuring contest initiated by the biggest asshole in school. It was only the third day and the entire contents of Richie’s bag were spread out in the hallway as everyone stormed their way to class. Henry Bowers walked away with a smirk, his wink promising that he was far from done.
With a groan, Richie fell back against the lockers behind him and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. He didn’t bother to pay attention to the ringing bell, knowing he’d be late and really not caring how many minutes passed before he showed up in class at this point. He thought that the hall was empty by the time he leaned forward to gather his stuff.
“Fuck him,” someone else spoke.
OOTD For The Average Awkward Girl.~
It always struck me how Maggie says she lived with “an aunt” for three years rather than “my aunt”. Maggie’s aunt took her in because yes, kicking her out was a harsh move on her parents’ part, and yes, no child should have to live on the street, and Maggie’s always been a good girl even if she is…that way. But will she put up with that nonsense in her house? Hell no.
So their relationship is very conditional. Her aunt takes care of her, cooks her favourite meals when she misses home, tends to her grazes when she gets beat up at school. She loves her. But she doesn’t accept her. Every night she prays for her, every other week she asks if Maggie’s met any nice boys at soccer, and when Maggie wears baseball caps at the table, she tugs them off her head and groans, “Ay, mija, te ves como un chico”.
But Maggie’s desperate, and she’s grateful, so she toes the line, studying every night until she falls asleep at the kitchen table. She gets a partial scholarship to college, gets in early at 17, and it’s there that she meets the first openly queer people she’s ever seen in her life. The first time a girl kisses her, in the dark at a movie, she cries because this is wrong, I’m wrong, yet she’s never felt anything come so naturally to her, and her heart flutters without permission, and when Holly’s thumb grazes her cheek, something inside her finally unclenches its fists.
She starts sleeping over in Holly’s dorm and, naturally, starts borrowing her clothes. She’s never had the freedom to experiment with her style, living on cousins’ hand me downs and already walking Blue Springs with a target on her back. At first she only wears Holly’s red flannel to bed - never out - because what if somebody hurts her again, what if this time she doesn’t make it out alive. And while Maggie thinks Holly looks cute as hell with that shirt tied around her waist, a lifetime of racism tells her only pretty blonde white girls can pull off that look anyway, that she could never rock it even if she tried.
But eventually, Maggie gets the courage to wear it to thanksgiving dinner at the campus LGBT centre, clenching Holly’s hand the whole way there. Soon after, Holly catches her toying with an old hat in her room and buys Maggie her first snapback for Christmas, complete with a National City Giants logo in honour of the city she wants to work in someday. It takes a while for Maggie to get used to wearing it, but once she does, slipping it over her head feels as warm and empowering and terrifying as Holly holding her hand.
Years later, Alex comes across an old hiking photo of Maggie and another friend, and laughs “Oh my God.”
Maggie groans, blushes. “Give me a break, it was college.”
“No, it’s adorable. You were such a cute baby gay.”
And Maggie can’t help but smile a little. Because yeah, she’s outgrown the snapbacks and found better fitting flannels, but she’ll never forget those years experimenting with how she presented herself, figuring out who she was. How throwing on a snapback made her feel brave on days she felt she didn’t have the strength to be brave. How she’d notice a girl in similar clothes on campus and give her a knowing smile that said ‘I see you’.
“Yeah,” she chuckles, smiling down on the photo in Alex’s hands, feeling a swell of pride for her younger self as intense as pain. “Yeah, I guess I was.”
@sanvershcs @onefootone @all-the-gay-feels @queercapwriting @avidreaderffn @maggiesxwyr @blakebat @smolsawyer
Characters: reader, Bucky, Wanda and Pietro (mentioned)
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers
Warnings: Fluff!!!!
Word Count: 3.4k
Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)
**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**
Y/N: Oof.
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Previously:
You waited a few minutes until the driver’s side door opened with a squeak and Bucky slid inside. Shaking his head, water droplets sprayed in your direction making you squeal in laughter while shielding your already damp self.
Bucky threw you a wide grin, feeling a familiar warmth inside you grow despite the chill seeping in from your wet clothes. He held out a hand and you gave him the keys with the engine roaring to life seconds later.
“Ready?”
“Ready,” you replied, wondering what this unexpected night would bring.
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Conversation was impossible on the ten minute drive to Bucky’s place. The loud thundering of rain pelting the truck’s roof along with Bucky’s need to concentrate on the road with very little visibility, you resigned yourself to silence. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to unabashedly stare at the man you hadn’t seen in two years, and yet you instantly still felt that comfort and ease in his presence.
Bucky was right, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a bit longer with a few more laugh lines around his eyes, but you found that they made him even more attractive. One of your first observations, though, was the lack of a ring on his finger. That still wasn’t a definitive answer to a question you had yet to voice, though.
Based on this prompt by @mad-the-swine
“so I like to think that every Sunday when Ronan goes to church, he thinks about stopping by to see adam but never does because maybe sundays are the only days the garage is closed and he can get some sleep for once, and then one day as the organist is playing in mass he realizes that adam must be able to hear everything, there’s no way he could sleep through it. So one day he dreams some noiseless headphones and leaves them outside adam’s door, and well-rested adam starts smiling more after that”
Thank you so much for submitting i looveeed this idea, you’re so creative!!
This is 1,714 words, pre relationship
He was so close.
Just for fun, Ronan tried to calculate the distance in feet between him and Adam during mass. The distance in yards, inches, meters.
Shuffling brought him out of his daydreams. The service was over, people were getting up to leave. A certain distinct part of Ronan became thrilled.
Maybe he could do it today. Maybe he’d casually stop by Adam’s scrappy appartement on this bright Sunday, he was in the area anyway, right?
As Ronan walked out of the old church building, he looked up to where he knew Adam lived and sighed. He wouldn’t go to Adams, he never would on a Sunday morning- the only day Boyd’s was closed and Adam could even attempt to sleep in. Adam needed the rest.
With a deep breath and a considerable amount of restraint, Ronan walked by the door of Saint Agnes’, saying a simple prayer to whoever would listen on behalf of Adam’s well-being.
Thinking about seeing Adam tomorrow made Ronan excited about the start of the school week. The fact that someone could do that to him was more than uncomfortable but also more than thrilling. Just twelve hours more.
In deliberate nonchalance the next morning, Ronan flopped down into the chair beside Adam’s, hardly sparing a glance his was. Hardly holding himself back from looking more.
Adam’s eyes were sunken it and glazed, not in the classroom or aware. Disheveled hair and sustained blinks were all the clues Ronan needed.
“Sleep much Parrish?” He pried with carefully disguised concern.
“Hm?” Adam looked to Ronan for the first time that morning, revealing the full vacancy of his expression.
Ronan found himself struck with an unfounded feeling of anger. Of course a few hours extra of sleep wouldn’t really change much. He just wanted better for Adam. How dare sleep in Sundays not help this boy more?
Ronan had been staring and Adam hadn’t been awake enough to realize, when Gansey arrived in class wearing some horrible new boat shoes that disgustingly matched his Aglionby uniform.
Ronan cracked a joke that Adam didn’t catch and Gansey reprimanded Ronan for his lack of preparation for class. Ronan didn’t care. He had one reason for coming to school this morning, and that reason was currently a sleepy dead man walking.
A bell rung, class began and Ronan couldn’t stop think about Adam. Wondering about the dark rings under his eyes and how to change their existence. Why didn’t thoes few extra hours of sleep make any difference for Adam? Ronan avoided him after church just so he could catch up on sleep-
Wait.
Church. Maybe that was it. Of course. It had to be. The church’s organ was scarcely well played, never well receive and always incredibly loud. And at seven thirty every Sunday morning, it began blaring some underrehearsed hymnal right below Adam’s room.
No wonder the extra hours asleep did nothing for Adam- he wasn’t getting them. Ronan couldn’t blame him; who could sleep through those atrocious sounds?
Fuck the organ. Fuck the organ player. But this was good. At least Ronan knew the problem, that meant he could dream away to stop it.
Ronan dreamed without sound.It was disorienting to be cut off from the senses within his own head.
He saw Adam. They were, both of them in the forest, but Adam was laying down on that shitty mistress from his apartment. He was tossing around, holding hands to his ears.
Ronan sat in the edge of the bed, next to the restless Dream Adam. Still, Ronan couldn’t hear a thing. Adam sat up and looked st Ronan- his eyes glassy with this dream world. Reaching his hands out, Dream Adam brushed his fingers by Ronan’s ears.
Shivering unwillingly, Ronan watched as Dream Adam pulled solidly black earbuds from Ronan’s ears. Sound came back at once.
“Oh,” Ronan mused, “I get it.”
Ronan took the headphones from Adam, savoring the way their fingers brushed in the exchange.
Following the thin headphone cord to his pocket, Ronan found them connected to a solid black cube, printed with simple white letters, reading:
ABSOLUTE SILENCE
Perfect.
It was Saturday night before Ronan finally found the guts to bring the noise eliminating gift to Adam. He had to bring them tonight so the church organ wouldn’t wake Adam in the morning.
He pulled up into the gravely parking area of St. Agnes’s, noted the absence of Adam’s shitbox and opted to wait in the hallway outside Adam’s door.
Ronan stretched his legs out strait in front of him, back against a wall of peeling paint. He put the dream buds into his ears and closed his eyes.
Almost, Ronan thought, he could dream like this. This particular brand of silence was like a blanket, protecting whoever experienced it from whatever pain and noise existed outside of it.
Ronan started when he felt a gentle kick to the side of his knee. Ripping the soundless ear buds from his ears, he looked up to see Adam Parrish, messing with the apartment key before unlocking his door.
“Sleep much, Lynch?” He smirked. Adam had the sleeves of his blue coveralls tied around his waist, white tee shirt hugging his chest in a way that forced blush to Ronan’s cheeks. He got up and followed Adam inside, deciding to have some fun.
“Listen to this new song I found Parrish?” Ronan said, meeting Adam at his desk where he already stood looking over the weekend’s homework.
“Ronan I swear, if you’re talking about the Murder Squash song-” Ronan cut Adam off by bringing the headphones to the boy’s ears.
Ronan held his hands over Adams ears, thumbs along his jaw bone. Ronan told himself this action was necessary in order to ensure Adam didn’t rip the buds away, but in actuality, Ronan wished he could hold Adam’s face like that all day.
“I don’t hear anything!” Adam said, a bit too loudly. Ronan hesitantly removed his hands from Adams face in order to dangle the connected ABSOLUTE SILENCE CUBE by Adams face.
Ronan smirked and Adam laughed. This reactions supercharged Ronan’s state of being. His stomach felt light and his eyes felt on fire.
Ronan reached to take the ear buds from Adam, wishing to make some snide comment he hadn’t thought of yet. Ronan was saved the trouble of figuring out some witty remark when Adam grabbed his hand.
It seemed like maybe he would swat it away, but Adam just kept his fingers on Ronan’s palm, thumb on the back of his hand
“I like you better on silent.” Adam joked, adjusting his voice to what he probably thought was a normal volume but just came out low and undeniably sexy. Adam still held Ronan’s hand in his own.
Touch was electric.
Breathing shallow and heart thoroughly wrecked, Ronan stumbled away from Adam in an awkward tornado of too long limbs. Adam caught Ronan by his left arm, took out the ear buds and laughed.
“So, standing? Were you skipping school the day that was covered?” Adam quipped.
“Fuck off Parrish.” Ronan snapped, but he made no move to leave Adam’s grasp. Standing was one thing, standing in the presence of Adam Parrish was another.
They both smirked. Adam headed to the shower leaving Ronan with the soundless headphones and the dimming light in the room.
If he stayed, Ronan knew what would happen. He’d try to kiss Adam, he knew he would. It was just one of those nights where Adam was extra irresistible. The firework touches didn’t help.
Ronan resolved to go home. He left the soundless earbuds on Adam’s pillow and quietly left.
Sunday was torcher. All through mass, Ronan could only hope Adam was getting the extra sleep he needed. What if he didn’t notice Rona had left the headphones, or just disregarded them all together? Adam was used to Ronan’s accidental dream creations, maybe he thought nothing of the ABSOLUTE SILENCE creation.
The urge to stop in at Adam’s was stronger than ever but Ronan tore himself away from the church apartment buildings and prayed for a well rested Adam.
When Ronan entered his first period class the next morning his eyes went strait to Adam as they always did. He looked slightly more at ease and aware of his surroundings. Adam jerked his head in greeting as Ronan walked in, even smiled at him for the seconds before obnoxious classmates began to fill the room.
This time, when Ronan commented on Gansey’s strange style choices, Adam laughed and ignited the electricity in Ronan from that weekend. He felt on top of the world, like he was finally doing something worth any amount of time put into it.
Adam seemed better during class, he smiled more, his notes were more organized. Ronan was sure he was imagining it but it seemed like Adam kept stealing glances his way. Even the possibility made Ronan soar.
After class, Adam held back until Ronan was ready to leave. They walked out of the room together into the already emptied out hallways. Adam stopped before heading out of the building to his next class.
“You’re gonna be late Parrish, the entire faculty with shit their pants if-”
Ronan couldn’t continue, not with Adam’s mouth pressed against his own, Adam’s fingers gripping his uniform tie.
Adam leaned against Ronan with his whole body and Ronan felt he would melt into the wood paneling behind him if he didn’t hold onto something. He gripped Adam around the waist and closed his eyes.
Ronan couldn’t be sure if this was real or not. He needed to remember it forever, he needed to understand what was happening in his brain.
“Adam,” was all he could manage to say.
Adam pressed one more kiss onto Ronan’s mouth.
“For the record,” Adam began simply, “I don’t like you better on silent.”
Ronan laughed even though he didn’t have the breath for it.
“Even when you’re being and asshole.”
Ronan smiled against Adam’s check and kissed him there without thinking before bringing their lips back together.
Really, if all Adam need was a few extra hours of sleep to be interested in this, in him of all people, Ronan figured silent headphones were a small price to pay.
remus-lupin-is-my-type asked:
okay here's a juicy one for you: when they're not repping the gryffindor swag, what do the marauders wear? (and lily too bc reasons)
I AM SO GLAD U ASKED MY FRIEND.
james:
- maroon doc martens
- denim jackets (usually the ones w the wooly bit on the inside)
- BAND SHIRTS (arctic monkeys, the 1975, nirvana, basically anything tumblr-y)
- skinny jeans (usually the pale blue ones w rips)
- bracelets
- rugby shirts
- vans
- hipster glasses
- always has a rucksack but never has anything in it???
- jumpers w skateboard brands on them even tho he cant skate to save his life
sirius:
- CROP TOPS CROP TOPS
- leather jackets (probs covered in pins, badges etc.)
- short shorts
- rugby shirts (but only if they’re way too big so he can wear them like a dress)
- band shirts (u know the ones - ac/dc, the clash, the damned, iron maiden)
- biker boots
- the skinniest skinny jeans known to man
- SKIRTS (fight me)
- dog collars and dog tags
- silver rings (his fave is the one moony gave him w celtic engravings on it)
remus:
- parkas
- hiking boots (why tho? this boy hates going outside)
- band shirts (the kinks, the monkees, sometimes ones he stole from sirius)
- anything that’s oversized tbh
- shirts w suspenders
- fingerless gloves
- converse (he only owns one pair and he’s written all over them)
- CARDIGANS / wooly jumpers
- sweatpants every day
peter:
- football shirts
- shorts (even when its far too cold for that shit)
- beanies
- baggy pants
- bomber jackets
- ties shirts around his waist
- scarves
- adidas shoes
lily:
- high waisted jeans
- borrows sirius’ crop tops a lot
- hairbands
- knitted arm warmers
- fishnets
- skater dresses
- leggings are her religion
- hats of every kind
- james’ hoodies
Stiles Little sister! reader x pack
I know I just did a Stiles sister imagine, but I got this idea as I was falling asleep and I had to write it. Hope you enjoy!
please request!!
italics are flash backs
You knew it was to late too call him, you had begged and begged Scott, Lydia, and Malia to let you call your older brother for help, but now it seemed no mater if you called him or not, you were all going to die. Scott had made it a point to everyone to keep you out of the loop to stop you from calling Stiles, but once you arrived to Scotts house with a cut on the back of your hand with raised eyebrow, they knew they couldn’t hide it anymore.
The pack huddled around the table of the McCall house, discussing plans, but there was an elephant in the room, y/n. “You know if she finds out, she is going to tell Stiles.” Malia pointed out and Scott sighed, looking down at the table and nodding “Which is why we aren’t telling her. Not only will she tell Stiles, she could become a target.” “But Gerard only wants to kill supernatural beings.” Liam spoke. Lydia nodded her head, “Yeah but, Gerard knows how to use weaknesses against us, and she is a weakness for almost all of us. He used Allison to get what he wanted from Scott, he knows y/n is like a sister to Scott and one of your best friends along with the rest of us, so he knows we will do anything for her, including sacrifice ourselves for her.” “Yeah, but she’s human, she’s innocent, he wouldn’t–” Mason began, but Scott interrupted “You don’t know Gerard like we do.” he stated, looking up at his friends and stood up straight, rubbing his hands together, “The plan is to keep as much of this under wraps from her. Mason, Liam, and Corey you watch her at school, I don’t want her talking to Nolan or Gabe, they will back her into a corner which you won’t be able to get her out of. She does not find out anything, day goes on as usual, got it?” Scott stated, and the three boys nodded.
The plan was underway, and for a day or two it was fine. Sure Liam and Corey got some stares, but it wasn’t to noticeable, and when you’d ask, Liam would quickly mock it up to lacrosse. In Biology, Mason noticed some other students with cuts on their hands, and he bumped Corey’s shoulder. “What do you think that is from?” he asked his boyfriend and Corey shrugged, “Not sure, ask.” he mumbled as he scribbled notes in his notebook. “Psst!” Mason directed towards another student, “What happed to everyone’s hand?” the student looked at him and smirked slightly, “Nolan, Gabe, and Aaron are testing how fast people are healing in the library to see if they are like Dunbar.” he said, and turned his attention back to the board. Mason instantly turned cold, and turned towards his boyfriend, who wore a similar expression, obviously hearing. Looking at his best friend who sat in front of him, and watched as he clenched his fist and breathed heavily in anger.
Once the bell rang, the three wrangled outside the classroom as students began to fill the hall. “Okay, y/n was in history she has free period now and I know for a fact she has a history paper due and she wanted to work on it, so she would go to the library to do that, right?” Mason asked and Liam nodded, his anger evident upon his face. “You guys head towards her locker, I’m going to go to the library to see if I can catch her before they do.” Liam said, and the three nodded heading in their separate directions. Liam raced his way through the school as fast as he could, skidding around people, tripping on his own two feet just to get to you. Of course a few teachers yelled at him for running, so he stopped for a few paces, waited till he was out of sight and took off running again. Finally spotting your backpack right outside the entrance, reaching to open the door, skidding as fast as he could, his body slammed the door closed.
“H-Hey y/n, whatcha doing?” he asked, huffing and puffing, groaning in pain from the door. “Hey…” you trailed off. Confused, you cocked a small smile, but remained confused, “I need a few more resources for my paper, going to check out some books.” “Why don’t we ditch and go to the public library instead?” he said, smiling at you, but you tilted your head, growing more and more confused “Excuse me what?” you mumbled, shaking your head and sighing, placing your hand back on the handle and Liam instantly placed his over yours, “You can’t go in there.” he said, and you stared at him, and glared, “Liam–” “No listen to me, you can’t go in there.” “Why not?” you asked quickly growing annoyed. Liam couldn’t come up with a reason, and you stared at him for a moment before humming in response and swinging the door open.
“Y/n, no!” he exclaimed, but it was to late. Aaron and Nolan took hold of Liam, pinning him against the wall, as Gabe grabbed your hand. You let out a shriek in surprise, and tried pulling away, “Sorry sweetheart, gotta make sure you’re not one of them. This might hurt a little.” Gabe said as he took the knife and sliced the top of your hand. You gasped and instantly punched him in the face. He backed away holding his nose, “What the hell?!” he growled. “Don’t call me sweetheart ever again you sociopath!” You exclaimed, and you watched as Nolan and Aaron let go of Liam, and he scrambled to follow you out. Once you were out and the door was closed, you groaned in pain, looking at both your hands, one covered with blood the other one starting to bruise from the force of the punch. Liam ripped a piece of his shirt and began to wrap your hand, “That was pretty badass…” he said with a small smirk, but once he noticed your confused, and somewhat fearful expression, he placed two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Hey…” he tried to say gently, but you interrupted “What the hell is going on here?!” you yelled, ripping your hand away, staring at him. “I want an explanation! And than you, I know it was badass, but I want to know what the hell is going on in this town!” you yelled, and Liam flinched and nodded, “To keep it short and simple, they were testing to see how fast you healed because they are hunters…Hunters trained by Gerard.” Once you heard his name your expression turned cold, “Bring me to Scott.”
You arrived at Scotts house, anger written on your face. Once Liam parked the car you quickly jumped out and raced inside the house. Whipping your head side to side, you noticed Lydia, Scott, and Malia all crowed behind the kitchen island. Scott looked up at the sound of the door opening and a smile stretched across his face, “Hey–” “Don’t you hey me! Have you lost your damn mind?!” You yelled and his face softened. Liam followed in, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down ashamed. “What happened?” Scott asked and Liam sighed, “Nolan and Gabe were testing people in the library, I tried to stop her, but she’s more like Stiles than I thought.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Scott bit his lip and sighed turning his attention back to you, “We were going to tell you I swear, but we had to figure everything out first.” He said, and you glared up at him, tense air filling the room. “Liar.” you claimed, and his eyes widened, “What?” “Your eyebrow twitches when you lie Scott, you’ve been friends with Stiles since you were four, I know you well enough to know your quirks.” You said, and he went to protest, but Malia stood up.
“You’re right, he is lying.” She said, walking over to the two of you, and you looked at Scott than back at Malia, you could see him begging her not to tell you, but she didn’t listen. “We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to call Stiles and tell him.” she said and your eyes widened as you turned your attention to Scott again, “You didn’t call Stiles?!” you yelled and he jumped slightly. You let out a sarcastic laugh and pointed at him, “You, you Scott McCall, are out of your damn mind if you think you can do this alone.” You said as you took a few steps away and pulled your phone out your pocket. “What are you doing?” Scott asked, “What does it look like? I’m using my brain unlike you and calling Stiles.” you claimed, and Scott ripped the phone away before you had the chance, “No. we have everything under control.” he said and you raised your cut hand, “Doesn’t look like it Scotty boy!” you exclaimed, and he took both your hands and examined them, “ Why is one bruised?” he asked and you looked away, mumbling, “It’s fine” under your breath. Scott sighed, and turned to Liam, “She punched Gabe when he cut her hand.” Liam admitted, and you glared at him as Scott turned his attention back to you, dropping your hands “You punched him?!” he exclaimed and you nodded. Scott sighed and sat on the couch. “Okay, listen, Malia and I are going out tomorrow to figure somethings out, you are going to stay with Lydia.” he said and you groaned, but Lydia smirked, coming up and hugging you sideways, “Oh come on it will be fun! We can go to the movies, mani, pedis all that good stuff.” you looked at her, and though her smile did warm your heart a bit, you were still angry at Scott for not telling you or Stiles. “Fine but the minute everything goes south, I’m calling Stiles.” you stated and Scott nodded slightly handing your phone back.
You spent the night at Scotts house, he felt a little weary about you being at home by yourself since you punched Gabe. The next morning you woke up and heard Lydia calling for Scott, but he was already gone. You raced down the stairs after getting dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, converse, and one of Stiles’ flannels tied around your waist. “Lydia, are you read– Woah, sour wolf here.” You said, noticing Peters presence, a slight smirk on your face. “Every time I see you, miniature Stiles, I think there’s no way you could be more agitating than your brother, but I’m always proven wrong.” He said with a sarcastic smile and you returned the expression. “As I was saying, Lydia are you ready to go?” you asked and she sighed, “Something came up, y/n…” She trailed off, and you nodded, a smile plastered on your face, “It’s okay, go on, I’ll stay here.” “Are you sure?” she asked, and you nodded, “Yeah, it may be better that way.” you said and she smiled, “Okay don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” and you nodded in agreement, watching her and Peter walk out the house. Once you heard the car engine roar away, you ripped out your phone, pulled up your contact list, and your thumb hovered over Stiles’ contact. ‘Once everything goes south, I’m calling…Scott agreed’ you thought to yourself, and you bit your lip as you pressed his name and placed the phone to your ear. “Hey this is Stiles Stilinski, you have reached my voicemail, leave your name and I’ll call you back when it’s most convenient for me.” You heard and you shut your eyes and groaned, leaving a message, “Hey Stiles…I need you to call me back as soon as you can, something is happening…something bad and I don’t have time to explain on voicemail so please call me.” you spoke and hung up.
You held your phone close to your chest as you took deep breaths and paced around the foyer of Scotts house, but a sudden sound caught your attention. A car door slamming close. “She’s in there.” you heard a voice that sounded familiar, it made your blood run cold. Gabe. You backed away from the door slowly, as you quietly grabbed your bag and phone, racing up the staircase as fast as you could before he busted up in the house and did something. You made your way into Scott’s room and shut the door behind you, locking it as you backed against his bed. First, you called Scott…he didn’t answer, then you tried Lydia, she didn’t answer either…You tried Malia, sent to voicemail. Cursing to yourself, you glanced around the room, trying to find a place to hide, but no where was good enough. You glanced at the window…this could possibly be your worst idea ever, but it was your only option to escape whatever was coming for you. You opened the window as quietly as possible and threw your bag down and watched it land on the ground a story below you. You stared at the ground for a moment, shutting your eyes tightly as you swung your legs over the edge and sat there. Breathing deeply, you were trying to brace yourself for the pain you would feel if you landed the wrong way, but now wasn’t the time to second guess yourself because, as you were about to just hide in the closet, the doorknob began to jiggle. You glanced back down at the ground, took a deep breath, shut your eyes and jumped, but you never felt the hard impact of the ground. Instead, you felt strong arms catch you.
Opening your eyes, you glanced up at who had caught you, and behold it was Peter Hale. He smirked down at you as he placed you on your feet, whispering, “I still have a heart you know.” You nodded your head and grabbed your bag as he grabbed your hand, running with you to the car, pushing you in the backseat, then hopping into the front and driving off before being noticed and caught. You sat back and let out the breath you had been holding for so long. “What just happened?” you asked, “You seemed to have pissed off the wrong person.” Peter said. “How did you know they were coming?” you inquired and Lydia sighed, “A feeling…” she mumbled, and you looked up at her, fear racing in your mind. “A feeling that someone was going to die?” you asked and she nodded, looking down, but then turning to face you, “But hey, it might’ve not had been you, so everything’s okay.” she said, a fake smile peering upon her face.
The day dragged on and on, and the moon was peering out from the clouds, you remained silent in the back seat while Lydia and Peter tried to figure out where Scott and Malia were. Pulling up to a shipping unit, the two elders unbuckled and demanded you stay in the car until they got back. You listened, and stayed in your seat. What Lydia had told you shook you to the core. She felt someone was going to die in the house…you against hunters…it had to be you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over. You pulled out your phone to see if Stiles called you back…he didn’t. You sighed and slumped in your seat, drumming on your knees with your thumbs until something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Two or three black SUVs pulled up and you knew what was about to happen. “Son of a bitch…” you whispered, as you jumped out the car and made your way towards the pack and watched as they all frantically argued with each other. “Guys!” you exclaimed, running towards them, “Hunters, they’re here!” you yelled and before you even had a chance to catch your breath gunshots rang out in the parking lot.
You all watched as Deucalion dropped to the ground with probably over twenty bullets in his chest. “Run!” Scott yelled, and you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you behind a trash can. You stayed as still as possible hearing the bullets bouncing off the metal trash can, not wanting to risk getting injured. You glanced around watching everyone take cover, looking at Scott something came out from behind him. The familiar blue jeep rolled up, and you gasped as you saw your brother. “Stiles!” You exclaimed as you pushed yourself to your feet, and with a leap of faith started running towards the jeep, but you suddenly stopped feeling a sharp pain in your abdomen. “No!” you heard someone scream as you fell to your knees, clutching your stomach. The gunfire had stopped and all the hunters were crowding into their cars and sped away.
Stiles jumped out the jeep, and ran to you, tears streaming down his face as he knelt down in front of you to hold you up, holding his hand to your wound. “Hey, hey, hey…y/n, hey, you’re going to be okay.” he whispered, untying the flannel from around your waist and placing over the gunshot wound that was spewing blood. A small weak smile appeared upon your lips, “You came…” “Of course I came, you think you were going to do this without me.” he said, taking in your form, trying to hold you up on your knees, but all you wanted to do was lay down. “Stiles…” you whispered weakly your voice cracking as tears began to stream down your face. Stiles shook his head, “ No, you’re okay…nothing a little stitch can’t fix up.” he said to you, holding your face in a firm grasp to keep you looking at him, “Y/n, you’re going to be okay.” he said, his voice shaking. Your knees began to shake as you grew weaker and you slumped forward into his chest. “Easy, easy…” he mumbled as he laid you down in his lap, pushing your hair out your face. Blood started to form on your lips as you took in sharp, deep, wheezing breaths, “Stiles, I feel so cold…” you whispered, and he looked down at you, shaking his head, “Scott go get a jacket from my car.” he said, and Lydia stepped up, knelt down and looked at her boyfriend, “Not that kind of cold Stiles…” She said, taking his free hand and placing it in your hand and he gasped, a sob escaping his lips. “No, you’re not going to die! I promised mom I would protect you. I am not letting you die!” he said, shaking his head, holding you tightly. “Stiles you did protect me…” you whispered, groaning in pain as you squeezed his hand tightly, “I punched one of the hunters…” you said and he laughed softly, looking down at you, “Why did you do that?” “Because I have an awesome big brother who showed me how to protect myself.” you said, and smiled up at him. Stiles let a few more tears escape his eyes, and he held you tighter as he knew you were nearing death. “Tell dad I love him…” you mumbled and Stiles nodded. Your breathing began to speed up as you looked up at him, and nodding slightly with a weak smile, as your grip on his hand began to loosen, your eyes began to close, but you were trying to hold on as long as possible. Stiles sucked in a deep breath, “It’s okay, it’s okay…” he whispered kissing the top of your forehead, as he watched you take your final breaths, “I’m proud of us..” you were able to whisper as you finally let your body go, turning ice cold and your breathing completely stopping.
Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss
It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.
“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.
“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.
“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!
“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”
“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.
“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.
“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.
“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”
“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.
“Find out what tonight?!”
“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.
“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.
“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.
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I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.
“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.
“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”
I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.
“Sure” I replied.
In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.
“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.
When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.
“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.
As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and
so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most
of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He
kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly
look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me
and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two
fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road
and sat on a wall while he skinned up.
“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.
“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.
“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.
“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.
“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.
“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.
“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.
I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!
“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.
“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.
We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.
“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.
maybe i’ll be the president one day. show the country what it’s like to put a lesbian in charge, give a woman all the power and let her rule this shit show. maybe i’ll live in the white house and i’ll fuck everything up. i’ll have my own first lady and we’ll adopt kids and cats and we’ll have picnics in the oval office. maybe i’ll campaign throughout the country in the laziest way possible, meeting gay people from mississippi and kansas and all those other states that everyone forgets about and listening instead of talking. maybe i’ll announce my candidacy in a nobody knows i’m a lesbian shirt and a flannel tied around my waist. maybe i’ll visit local GSAs and teach the history of the movement to kids that didn’t know a world before obergefell. maybe i’ll wear no makeup during interviews and clothes that don’t match and be the dyke and the politician they’ve always been scared of. maybe i’ll write a memoir and documentaries will be made about my life as a teenage lesbian, protesting the government and disrespecting authority and writing this. maybe i’ll piss off the far-right so bad by fucking women that that alone will cause them to rally for my impeachment. maybe i’ll serve two terms and i’ll have such a high approval rating that the american public is begging for me to stay and be gay for four more years. maybe i’ll be assassinated by a man from one of those states no one can remember because i was ruining american values, and my vice president will step up to take my place and will come out during all the chaos of my murder. maybe i’ll dyke up the whole damn country and do it with a smile on my face, thinking of how much can change in a lifetime if you let it. maybe i’ll be the president one day. guess you’ll just have to wait and see.
- politician.
Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: A little of everything
Word Count: 10k
College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook
Warning: 18+ only please. language, thigh ridding, orgasm denial, dom!Jungkook, dirty talk, and semi public sex. This is filth, you have have been warned.
A/N: I have no clue where this came from?? I finished the chapter and it just was there?? My soul will never be the same again. Hope you enjoy!
anonymous asked:
Hi!! I loved your fic of a Richie x twin sis reader where they are opposites and I was wondering if you could do something with that when they’re a few years older, but have grown apart or something like that?
I love the Tozier Twins and I’d love it if you guys keep asking me about them.
Word Count: 1722
Warnings: Underage Smoking and cussing
Summary: It’s junior year in high school, and life couldn’t be better. Well, despite the fact that your twin brother kinda hates you. With the winter ball coming up, You and Richie need to get yourselves together before your friends punch you two in the face.
NOTES: pls read the first part or none of this’ll make any sense: https://winter-fire-and-january-embers.tumblr.com/post/168449514295/can-i-request-please-a-richie-tozier-x-twin
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Your pencil tapped your desk as it did everyday. People glared at you, but said nothing, knowing you couldn’t stop. Another thing you and Richie have in common: you two both have ADHD.
You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts. You and Richie didn’t have much in common these days.
The lecture droned on. You ignored it, since you were passing this class with flying colors. The teacher kept saying something about the symbolism in ‘Lord of the Flies’. You shook your head. You read that in the summer of-
A shiver shot down your spine. You remember that summer like it was yesterday. Your mind went reeling, your thoughts scattering about. You had trouble breathing. That bitch who sits a row in front of you shot you a look.
You turned your head, feeling someone tap your shoulder. It was Eddie, smiling shyly. In his hand was his inhaler. You had started borrowing it in the middle of ninth grade, soon after Richie had cut you off.
You grabbed it from his hand, giving him a wide grin. Eddie had always been one of your best friends. You were also fairly certain he had a thing for your brother. Whatever he saw in Bitchy-Richie. To each his own, you supposed.
The teacher ignored your clicking and wheezing. Ah, the things you can do in a high school classroom.
The bell rang, making you jump up. You bolted out, Eddie hot on your heels. Bill also came stumbling out. You smiled at them.
“You two losers having lunch with me today?”
They nodded at you. “Yeah,” Eddie said, looking down, “but Richie’s gonna start thinking we’re picking favorites.”
“Eddie’s right,” Bill added. “You tw-two can’t just ignore each other. It makes things awkward f-for us.”
You scoffed. “I’m not ignoring him. He won’t talk to me. Whatever, guys. Let’s just-”
You fell silent. Richie was walking your way. He had become an odd mix of punk ass bitch and stoner. He had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Ew, Camel. Marlboro was way better.
His eyes were tired. But judging by how many times Eddie asked how much you slept, you supposed your eyes looked the same.
You suppress a smile. You and Richie had the same plaid shirt on, his tied around his waist and yours unbuttoned. He bit his lip, probably doing the same.
“When did Rich stop wearing glasses?” You asked, turning to Bill. He shrugged.
“Shouldn’t y-you know?”
You made a little ‘tsk’ noise.
*~*
You sat silently in your room, devouring the book in your lap. The record player fell silent, so you flipped it to the other side.
“Hey, Rich? What d’you think-” you shut your mouth. Richie had moved out of your room more than a year ago. You kept forgetting.
All of a sudden, reading didn’t seem so appealing. You took off your glasses and placed the book down. Falling back, you looked up at your ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stars Richie put up there still rested above your head. You and him went through The Space Stage™ around the same time. You smiled at the memories.
A knock came at your door. “Enter!” You called, thinking it was your mother telling you to make dinner. Richie walked in instead, looking nervous. He sank down in your beanbag chair.
“Hey, Bookworm,” he greeted, as if this wasn’t the first conversation you two have had all month. “I was, uh, wondering if you were going to the Jingle Bell Jam this Friday? I’m asking for- for someone.” You watched him lie through his teeth. He always tapped his leg when he lied.
The Jingle Bell Jam was this huge dance the school threw for the juniors and seniors right before winter break. As a junior, this would be your first time going.
You immediately knew what Richie was trying to do. Play the protective brother role. “Uh, yeah. Bill asked me a while back.”
Richie’s breathe hitched. “Bill?” He asked incredulously. “He-he asked you?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “He said that we both didn’t wanna look lame, so we might as well go together. But I think he wanted to go with Stanley, but couldn’t ask, so I’ll probably just be third-wheeling them.”
Richie’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “That’s cool.” A short silence fell upon you two. “
Anyway, I’ll see ya?”
You affirmed his question and watched him practically run out of your room, shutting the door behind him.
In the back of your mind, you wanted to be angry. He was trying to be the Big Brother? Since when? He’s missed his chance to give a shit about you. If he can ignore you for the past two years, then he doesn’t need to know who you spend your time with.
You sighed. What a twit.
*~*
Bill swung you around the dance floor nervously, making you giggle. Everyone was whispering around you, but you knew better. Bill was a friend, and there was nothing weird about dancing with your friends.
You looked over his shoulder, and saw Stanley glaring at you. “Now’s your chance,” you whispered in Bill’s ear. His pale face turned bright red, but he thanked you, and walked towards Stan.
You headed towards the sidelines, looking for someone else to hang with. Immediately, you felt defensive. You hated being alone, especially in large crowds.
“(Y/N)! Over here!” Eddie was waving you over from the punch bowl. He had a blue suit and white dress shirt on. You grinned.
“You look great, Eds!” You said as he handed You a cup. He smiled.
“You too. I still don’t get why only Bill asked you.” You looked down at your dress. The sleeves were puffy and it came up to your thighs. You thought you looked like an idiot. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he continued. “I know this isn’t really your scene.”
You shrugged. “Just trying to broaden my horizons, I suppose.” You two chatted for a while, danced, and chatted some more. Eddie was an angel from heaven, you concluded. He was always there for you.
“Coming up!” The DJ announced, “A highly requested song for tonight. Listen up, and you may be able to hear the rain.”
You didn’t get what he meant until the unmistakable beginning of that damned song began. An image from the sewers ran through your mind. It was of Pennywise holding you up by your arm.
You looked around the gym for an exit. Instead, you made eye contact with Richie, who looked just as horrified as you felt.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. Toto just kept singing about rains in Africa. Eddie asked you what was wrong. You begged him for his inhaler.
“Uh, yeah? Sure.” You snatched it from his hands, and ran out of the gym and into the cool night.
Goosebumps ran up and down your arms. “S-stupid song.” You refused to listen to it after the sewers. It brought back so many nightmares and tears.
The doors slammed open again, and out came Richie. He was panting like crazy, reminding you that air wasn’t reaching your lungs either. You took a deep breath from the inhaler. Richie looked up at you.
“Hey,” he gasped. “Hey Bookworm.”
You took a deep breath. “Hey, Trashbag.”
He smirked. “It’s Trashmouth.”
“An idiot by any other name is still an idiot.”
Silence fell between you two again. Something needed to be said. You knew it, and you hoped he knew it too. But the right words eluded you. How were you supposed to make three years of pain better?
You decided to be blunt. “Why do you hate me, Rich?”
His eyes looked up at you wide. “I-I don’t, don’t hate you, why would-?”
“You act like I don’t exist.” You sat down on a bench, Richie sitting down next to you. He had on a leather jacket and cut up jeans. He looked like he was in a biker gang. “And you only talk to me when it’s convenient. How could I think otherwise?”
Instead of answering, he pulled out a cigarette. Richie offered you one, but you denied him. You reached into your little purse for a pack of Marlboro and a lighter. “I hate Camel,” you said to his bewildered stare.
He laughed to himself. “I guess we both got pretty fucked up, yeah?” You both leaned back.
“In our own ways, I suppose.”
Cigarette smoke wafted through the air, even though you couldn’t breathe less than ten minutes ago. But, you know, fuck your lungs. You watched it curl and float all the way up until it disappeared into the night, slowly killing the clean atmosphere around you.
“I don’t hate you,” he finally said, making your chest feel light. “I never hated you, even when you really pissed me off. I was just… afraid of you.”
You hummed. “You’re full of shit.”
“Don’t use such naughty words, señorita!” He chastised in an awful Spanish accent. You snorted. “C’mon, hear me out. Please?”
You watched your brother’s face and how it was slowly illuminated by the cigarette every time he put it to his lips. You saw your big brother, who was only older by two and a half minutes (but who’s counting?) and you cracked. “Yeah, okay.”
He gave you a nervous grin. “I’m scared. I’m scared of what happened that summer. That crackhead just- just took you. Like you were nothing. Like you weren’t my best friend in this whole damned world. I couldn’t protect you. So if you were at a distance from me than maybe… it wouldn’t hurt if you left.”
You stared at him for a while. He was the biggest idiot alive. “You can’t just push someone out because you’re afraid of losing them. That’s the whole risk. You love someone, even though they might leave. It’s something you just gotta deal with.”
A second passed before he engulfed you in a hug. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he whispered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I just want my dorky sister back.”
A tear escaped your eye as you dropped your cigarette. “I’m right here, Trashbag.”
And just like that, the Tozier twins were back in business. Basically the same as before, but taller and with more smoke.
anonymous asked:
companions (+ elder maxson) react to f!sole bleeding through her vault suit due to her period while out travelling
Boyyy if this ever happened to me I’d die.
Cait: “I don’t want te embarrass ya, but yer kinda bleedin’,” Cait said as she grabbed Sole’s arm, she didn’t laugh or mock because It could’ve happened to anyone.
“Shit,” Sole said, trying to look behind herself to see the extent of the damage of her period. Cait pulled Sole into a nearby Store, rummaging around for a change of clothes for her.
“No need to be embarrassed, we’re both girls,” Cait handed Sole some clothes and an old rag, “use this fer now,”
“Thanks,” Sole said quietly, red from blushing. The corners of Cait’s mouth tilted up into a smile, “I’ll be right back.”
Curie: “Madam!” Curie said in surprise as she noticed a pool of red blood flower on the back of Sole’s vault suit. Curie knew about periods, but she’d never actually experienced one.
“Really? Why now,” Sole sighed, taking off the jacket she was wearing and tying the sleeves around her waist.
“Is there anything I can do?” Curie asked nicely, and Sole shook her head.
“We should probably get home though, I need to change.”
Danse: When Danse noticed Sole bleeding through her vault suit, his face nearly went that dark shade of red, he was more embarrassed than Sole was.
“Uh, Soldier, you seemed to have… Uh,” Danse stuttered and Sole’s eyes widened as she realised what Danse was going on about.
“Crap!” Sole whined, looking down at herself.
“We’ll find you something else to wear back at the Police Station,” Danse offered and Sole nodded. She was confused when Danse got out of his power armour, “for now you can wear this,”
“Thank you Danse,” Sole said with a smile before getting in.
Deacon: “Don’t be alarmed but you’ve got a little situation going on, in the downstairs region,” Deacon nodded towards the forming blood patch on Sole’s crotch. Sole rolled her eyes, “no seriously,” Sole reached in between her legs and turns out Deacon wasn’t lying.
“Fuck,” Sole groaned, wiping her hand on her leg.
“Lucky for you, I always carry round a spare disguise or two,” He handed Sole a shirt and some jeans which Sole accepted with a smile.
“Thanks,” Sole said awkwardly, “Wait out here,” she said as she pushed herself through the door to an old toilet. Which was gross to say the least, but she couldn’t exactly complain.
Gage: “Uh boss, you’ve got a,” he paused looking away for a second, he never thought he’d be in this situation and he wasn’t sure how to handle it, “you’re bleeding boss,”
“Fuck, really?” Sole looked down before looking back at Gage, “Give me your shirt,” she said nodding at his long tank top. He was taller, so his shirt should definitely cover the already staining mark.
“Seriously?” Gage asked and Sole nodded. He chuckled before lifting his top over his head, handing it to Sole. Sole’s eyes lingered on Gage’s chest before she shook her head, pulling the top over her torso.
“We should get back to the Grille,”
“Yeah boss.”
Hancock: He’s pretty calm about it, doesn’t really cause a fuss because he knows that this is a part of a woman’s life and to not make too big of a deal about it.
“Sole, seems like you’ve got a visitor,” he informed them, a sympathetic smile plastered on his face as Sole covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, “Goodneighbour isn’t too far from here, take this,” he took of his coat and handed it to Sole.
“Thanks,” Sole said as she put Hancock’s frock coat over her shoulders.
“Mind the fabric though yeah,” Hancock joked with a wink, making soft laugh.
“I’ll be sure to,” she replied, nudging his side with her elbow.
MacCready: It wasn’t MacCready’s first rodeo with this sort of thing, it had happened to Lucy more than once whilst they where travelling about. Sole watched with furrowed brows as MacCready took of his jacket and removed his shirt before putting his jacket back on.
“Here,” he said as he tied the shirt around Sole’s waist, “we should probably get you some clean clothes,”
“Oh my god,”
Maxson: Maxson threw a vertibird grenade on the ground a couple of feet in front of himself and Sole, watching as it emitted smoke into the air.
“What are you doing?” Sole asked turning to face him. He removed his jacket and wrapped it around Sole’s shoulders. He wouldn’t do this for just anyone.
“Being a gentleman,” he replied, “we’ll go back to the Prydwen and you can get yourself cleaned up,”
“Shit,” Sole said, the sudden realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks, “You didn’t have to give me your jacket, I wouldn’t want to ruin it,”
“I did have to, and don’t you worry about it,” Sole’s heart fluttered when the Elder smiled at her, a genuine smile. She never knew he could be so sweet.
Nick: Nick noticed the patch of blood on the back of Sole’s vault suit and the bot had never been so flustered in his life, mostly because he’d never found himself in this situation. Not even with Ellie working along side him.
“Sole,” he said awkwardly but Sole had noticed the situation herself already.
“Damn,” Sole said, rubbing at the stain but only making it worse, Nick chuckled lightly.
“There’s a lot of stores around here, let’s find you some clothes,” (he’s nice but I don’t think he’d lend Sole his detective jacket for anything.)
Piper: “Here let me help,” Piper fussed, helping Sole look through some draws in a cabinet they’d found in an old garage, “I remember the last time it happened to me, not fun,” Piper said, making light conversation as she pulled a greasy jumpsuit out of a draw.
“Gross,” Sole whined, looking at the garment in Piper’s hand.
“It’s that or what you’re already wearing,” Piper tossed the jumpsuit at Sole, “just put it over the top for now, we’ll get back to DC and wash your clothes, it’ll be fine,” Sole nodded, pulling the jumpsuit up and over her body.
Preston: “General,” Being the nice guy that he is, he didn’t say much, he just took of his jacket and handed it to Sole, an awkward smile on his face as Sole took it from him.
“Yeah, let’s not make this any more awkward than it already is,” Sole said, putting the jacket on, “We should get home,” Sole said before walking on, in the direction of Sanctuary. Preston walked awkwardly behind, not mentioning the situation again.
Strong’s reaction was written by the fantastic @zirawrites, pls pls pls check out her amazing page <3
Strong: Strong didn’t know why Sole insisted on wearing weak blue armor when they travelled. He had told her countless times that it offered little protection, but she seemed to have a sentimental attachment to it. Strong didn’t understand why his human friend seemed drawn to objects. She collected paper with pictures; something she called Grognak. Sole even named her favourite weapons. But the thin blue suit? He just didn’t get it.
Sole bent down to pick some meat from a dead yao guai which Strong knew she’d eventually sell. Once again, he doubted her sanity.
“Why doesn’t human just eat meat?” Strong asked, “Human will give away good food. Strong not understand,” Sole ignored him, and when she leaned further above the animal, he noticed a red stain in between her legs. Strong’s eyes widened, and he reached out to pull Sole up by her arm. “Human is hurt!” Sole had never seen Strong that upset, “How did good fighter get shot between legs?” Sole’s face blushed, and she wriggled out of Strong’s grasp. Sole went on to explain that female humans sometimes bleed, but that doesn’t mean she is in any pain. Surprisingly, it made Strong smile. Women humans were truly the strongest of them all.
X6-88: Sole pulled her knife out of a dead raider’s head and as she did, X6 couldn’t help but notice the small patch of blood between Sole’s legs.
“Did you get hurt?” X6 asked, he hadn’t seen Sole get shot but that doesn’t mean they didn’t.
“Huh?” Sole said getting up, she flattened her hands against herself looking for a wound, only to feel the wet patch in between her legs, “Oh, no. I’m not hurt, I uh…”
“Oh. OH,” the sudden realisation hit X6 and he turned around, he felt bad for looking and pointing it out. He was quite embarrassed by the situation, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “you should probably clean up, we’ll relay back to the Institute,”
X6 grabbed Sole’s arm as they were zapped back to the Institute.
“Okay then,” X6 said as he let go of Sole.
“uh yeah,” Sole said, moving her legs quickly to run up to her room, avoiding the stares of everyone as she did. X6 looked around awkwardly before walking off to get a drink. Neither of them wanted to talk about this, ever again.
anonymous asked:
Wcif: cc in latest cas post!❤️🔥
@extrathickpancake @pooofy @simming-the-day-away @anons here u go!! the hair, eyebrows, necklace (personal recolor but there’s barely a difference), shirt, tied jacket around waist, and skirt!
You were relieved that after you and Kells had done the dirty deed nothing had really changed between you two.
He still smoked and drank with his boys and you still did your job and kept him out of trouble as best you could.
Some things however did change a bit.
Like you were way less strict about certain things now, like you didn’t stress the curfew as much or keep a limit on how many girls were allowed to be in the house.
Also you were joining in on a lot more things now, you drank at the house parties and even threw a cantaloupe at the wall last week…just because!
Tonight however was gonna be your first time clubbing with everyone, so you took a little extra time getting ready and decided to dress a little more sexy
‘(Y/N)! Hurry up, the acid we all took is gonna kick in soon!’ Rook yelled from downstairs.
‘I’m almost done!’ you yelled back after you had put down your black lipstick.
You had on a black crop top, jean cut off shorts with a red plaid shirt tied around your waist and black combat boots. (No body has time for heels when they’re dancing)
You were all going out to some tiny hole in the wall club, no cameras or promos, just a club.
Deciding you were ready you headed downstairs.
‘So…how do I look?’ you asked as you turned around for them to get a good look at your outfit at all angles.
For a few seconds it was dead quiet while they all looked at you, you started to think you needed to change.
‘Aaawww shit!’ Dub yelled.
‘Who is this bad bitch and what has she done with our sweat pants wearing babysitter?’ Rook teased.
‘Pose for the Gram baby.’ Slim said as he pulled out his phone.
You laughed as you began doing silly poses, after all the photos were taken you all headed to the van, you were locking the door when you felt a hand on your waist.
You turned and saw Kells.
‘Did you forget something?’ you asked.
‘Nah, just wanted to tell you that you look really nice.’ he said before he headed to the car.
You looked at him for a moment before you shook the comment off as just a compliment.
Kells had been giving you a lot more compliments lately, not that he had been putting you down before, he was just boosting you more now.
You got in the car, happy not to be the designated driver for once, the bassist drew the short straw so that was his position.
The club was pretty decent, nothing amazing, but not a piece of shit.
‘Let’s get it.’ Dub said as you all headed in.
First, if you really wanted to just let loose and fucking dance like you had no worries, you needed at least three shots of rum.
So off to the bar you went a few of the guys came with while others headed to the dance floor looking for their one night stands.
You noticed that the bartender was rather handsome and decided, why not.
‘Hey, can a girl dressed like this get a free triple shot?’ you smiled, ignoring the childish whispers of your friends a few seats away with the female bartender.
‘No, but a girl as cute as you definitely can.’ he smiled as he poured your drinks.(you made sure to watch him pour it)
‘I spent forever picking out a sexy outfit, and I’m still just cute.’ you fake pouted before throwing back your first shot.
‘The outfit is…very sexy, but your face is cute as a button.’ he flirted.
You bit your lip to keep from smiling like a dork, he was totally flirting.
‘I never caught your name.’ you said as you picked up the next shot and downed it.
‘Jason, and what might your name be sweetheart?’ he asked as he leaned against the bar top.
‘(Y/N).’
‘That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.’
‘You’re a charmer aren’t you?’ you teased before taking the last shot.
‘A little.’ he smirked.
Before you could give a flirty response Slim and Dub were pulling you away from the bar.
‘Time to dance.’ Rook said as they dragged you.
‘To be continued!’ you yelled.
‘What the hell, I never cock blocked you guys so why are you twat blocking me!’ you glared at them.
‘Kells said he didn’t like the looks of that guy.’ Rook said before he headed off into the crowd.
‘Look man, I don’t see nothing wrong with the dude, but after last time…’ Slim said, letting you fill in the rest.
After the disastrous Tender date Slim had been keeping a closer eye on you, making sure you were OK.
‘I get it, thanks for looking out, but I’m good. Go on and grind on some girl.’ you assured him before sending him off.
Well since you were already on the dance floor and full of shots you might as well dance. The Music was blasting, the lights were flashing and everyone around you is just vibing.
No partner needed you threw your hands in the air and and just let loose, the music was perfect to just sway to.
After a while you felt someone begin to grind behind you.
You turn and see Kells swaying behind you, for a second you think maybe you should put some distance between you two but you were drunk and deep down it felt right.
You two swayed and then the song changed to faster one and by then the shots were in full affect, so with no second thought you bent over and the twerking began.
You felt Kells press against you even more and his hand on your lower back.
After what felt like half an hour you were so tired and by the looks of it so was Kells.
‘I’m gonna go get some drinks before we get back in there.’ you said.
You headed back to the bar.
‘I need something fruity and cold…strawberry daiquiri, I’ll take it free if you can.’ you smiled as you sit down.
‘I don’t charge cute girl a penny, but your boyfriend might need to buy it for you.’ he said as he started making the drink.
‘Boyfriend? Oh no he’s he’s just a friend.’ you said, realizing now how you and Kells must have looked just now.
‘Well your friend is glaring at me like I kicked his puppy.’ Jason said motioning to where Kells was standing on the other side of the room.
And he was indeed glaring.
‘He’s just protective, with good reason, if I’m being honest.’ you said as you accept the drink.
‘Look, you are absolutely adorable and I am into you, but I don’t like fooling around with girls with other dudes.’ he said as he wrote something on a napkin.
‘So how about you call me when he’s out of the picture.’ Jason smiled as he slid the napkin over with his number on it.
You looked at the number and smiled, then you turned and saw Kells talking to some girl and frown.
‘See? Just friends, so how about you come and dance with me far a bit?’ you flirted.
You watched him sway his head in thought before he walked around the bar and pulled you to the dance floor.
‘My drink.’ you whined.
‘I’ll make you another one.’ he smiled as he spun you around and pulled you close to him.
He had his hands on your waist as you both rocked, chest to chest, faces only a few centimeters apart.
‘You got some moves.’ you whispered.
‘So do you.’ he smiled down at you.
‘I have a few more moves up my sleeve.’ you smiled as you put your arms around his neck.
‘Oh yeah? Show me what you got.’ he challenged.
Just as you started to lean in for the kiss you were being pulled out of Jason’s arms, off the dance floor and out the club.
The whole while you were kicking and slapping to be let go, but the arms remained.
Finally when you were at the van the guy let you go.
‘What the ever living fu-Kells?’ you shouted angrily when you see who had pulled you away.
‘You don’t even know that guy.’ he said.
‘You didn’t know that girl in the gold dress, but I didn’t snatch you out the club!’ you argued.
You took a step back and a deep breath to calm yourself enough to talk without yelling.
‘I know you are just looking out for me, after what almost happened last time I get it. I appreciate it, I really do, but every guy I talk to will be like that and-’
Before you could finished you feel Kells’ lips pressed against yours.
You brought your hands to his chest to push him away, but you ended up pulling him closer.
One of his hands slid down your back to your ass while the other played in your eyes.
You should stop, this isn’t like last time, you weren’t a virgin this time, he was doing you a favor this time.
This time he wanted you.
Despite what you thought, you couldn’t stop.
You fumbled with the van door behind you, thankful Rook never locks the door.
You and Kells climb into the back seat and we all know what happened back there.