still hot when he looks wasted

Rejuvenation Period (Or What Keith Calls Cuddling)

klance fanfic [keith and lance from voltron]

Summary: Lance and Keith are dating secretly, and after a hard day of training, Keith works up the courage to enter Lance’s bedroom. [wink wonk] 

Genre: smut [but jillian, that title sounds so fluffy, are you sure - ?] [yes. yes i’m sure.]

TW: internalized homophobia a wee bit

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7 Days of Heaven (Day 2 – Mark)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-JaebumDay 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson  Day 5-Youngjae  Day 6-Bambam  Day 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 Members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Pierced!Mark (ASKDLHGDLKJ NEED I SAY MORE) 

Words:  4,024 words (IT HAD GOTTEN TOO LONG SORRY HAHAHA I AM SO BIASED)

A/N:  Day 2 of the sinful trip to heaven enjooooooooy!!!  

Also, shoutout to my bestie @kpopandfitness for helping me in writing this fic hahaha!!  I love you!


“How about Mark?  What do you think about him, _______?”  Jaebum leaned his chin against his palms.  You lay back on Mark’s lap and stared at him for a few seconds.  Mark looked at Jaebum and Jinyoung, worried that you might have recognized him already.

“Mark Tuan?  The silent one?  Ohhhh he had those tongue piercings recently, right?”  You tapped Mark’s nose and he sighed in relief.

“Yes, do you like that on him, hmm?”  Mark asks you before brushing his fingers against your face.

“Of course… who wouldn’t?  I would love to feel those piercings against my lips…”  You grabbed Mark’s hand and brush it over your lips by instinct and Mark swallowed.

“Which lips, _____?  The upper…”  He pinches your lips before licking his own.

“Or… Lower?”


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anonymous asked:

Kylo Ren is forced to leave the Finalizer, abruptly ending his growing relationship with Hux, and begin intensive training on multiple planets across the galaxy. Three years later and Kylo makes his return to the First Order ship immediately looking for Hux. But what he finds is an emotionless, heartbroken man who also happens to have a new robotic arm due to a battle gone wrong. The guilt Kylo feels is overwhelming.

Kylo hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place.

The Supreme Leader had been adamant, insisting that the training he wanted Kylo to complete could not be done on board the Finalizer, the place where Kylo most wanted to be.

Conquer the elements,’ Snoke had said. ‘Overcome nature’s harshest of storms and most hazardous terrains, and you will come closer to the Force. Go.’

It would mean travelling across the galaxy, finding planets that harboured the conditions that he needed to survive until he could return to his master successful, which had meant leaving Hux, meant terminating their budding relationship before it has time to bloom.

Hux hadn’t shown much emotion when Kylo had broken the news to him the night before he was due to leave. In fact, Hux hadn’t shown any emotion at all, just simple acknowledgement and then sex. Quiet sex that was usually loud and filled with passion: Hux just seemed to lie back and let Kylo get himself off before sleeping silently side by side.

With nothing more than a quick goodbye—Kylo had hesitated for a moment before leaving, wondering whether to kiss Hux, something to remember him by, but Hux hadn’t so much as opened his eyes as Kylo had dressed—Kylo had left the General’s quarters, knowing that he has to get over this relationship quickly if he were to succeed in his training, and return to Hux as quickly as possible.

That had been 3 years ago.

Kylo’s orders are to return to the Finalizer to resume joint command with General Hux, though Snoke had made a jibe that, with Kylo’s new strength and his triumph in his recent training, Kylo is leagues above Hux and his lack of Force-sensitivity.

Kylo had agreed with his master, fighting the urge to defend Hux and his exceptional mind.

He flies to the Finalizer at maximum speed, finally allowing himself to think of Hux again, having tried to blank him out until his work was done, the desperation to merely see Hux again almost overwhelms him. As Kylo arrives and steps down from his Command Shuttle, his gaze darts around the hangar bay searching for Hux, expecting him to be stood in his usual authoritative stance to greet Kylo from his mission.

But Hux isn’t waiting for him; he isn’t even in the hangar bay.

Kylo is grateful that he has his mask on; he’s able to hide the intense mix of sadness and anger in his eyes.

Without even hesitating, Kylo marches off, his new robes flowing behind him, and begins his search for Hux.

The bridge, the meeting rooms, his quarters. The last place that Kylo needs to look is Hux’s office, and he even finds himself hearing a strange distortion through the Force as he nears the door, and he knows that Hux is inside.

Kylo doesn’t knock—he’s never knocked—before entering, immediately seeing Hux sat at his desk.

But something is frightfully amiss. Kylo can sense it.

Hux’s face is slightly obscured by the light blue hologram of a grand star destroyer floating above the desk, but Kylo can see the dark circles under his pale eyes, his red hair slightly longer and merely brushed back out of the way rather than combed military-style.

“Ren,” Hux says, monotone, with a quick glance up from his datapad and straight back down again. “Can I help you with something?”

Kylo can’t help but feel pierced by the coldness of Hux’s tone.

“I expected you to be in the hangar for my arrival,” he replies, voice distorted by his mask, hiding his upset.

“I’m busy.”

Kylo gives the holographic blueprints a quick look before fixing his gaze back on Hux.

“So I see.”

The room falls completely silent, the air between them cold and tense, and Kylo has never felt less powerful in his life.

“If there’s nothing else, Master Ren, then I’ll have to ask you to leave me to my work,” Hux snaps, even pointing to the door, but the gesture makes Kylo feel like he’s staring at the fierce end of a gun. Deciding that Hux seeing his hurt eyes will aid his cause, Kylo unclasps his helmet and removes it, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable.

“Hux, don’t be like this, I didn’t—“

I said,” Hux spits, flattening his palms on the desk as he stands up, head hanging between his shoulders. “Leave me.”

Kylo’s chest hurts. “I already did.”

Hux visibly shakes as though physically hurt by Kylo’s words. The emotion is rolling off of his consciousness in tsunami-like waves, threatening to knock Kylo out if he concentrates too hard on their source. Too suddenly for Kylo’s liking, Hux moves, storming away from his desk and taking long strides towards the ‘fresher door on the other side of the room.

Kylo leaps forward, grabbing Hux by the hand before he can get away, but he’s unnerved what he feels.

Hux’s hand is freezing cold, fingers thinner and sharper than Kylo remembers. And he remembers.

“What…” Kylo mutters, looking down at Hux’s hand, terror surging through him.

Hux doesn’t stop him as he eases his jacket off, sliding it down over his arms until he’s left in just his undershirt, revealing the true extent of his injury. From the middle of his left bicep, Hux has a cybernetic limb, bare of synthskin, gold metallic skeleton on show for the galaxy to see.

Hux is naturally left-handed.

Kylo feels as though he may faint, his mind and heart and soul consumed with guilt.

Hux,” Kylo gasps, subconsciously tightening his grip around Hux’s robotic hand. “I…I’m sorry—“

Don’t.” Hux turns finally, revealing a black eye and a split lip, stitching on his forehead. “Don’t you dare fucking apologise to me, Kylo. You chose to leave me, just when I was falling—“

Hux bites his lip, flinching as he catches his cut with his teeth, and shakes his head. He yanks his hand out of Kylo’s grip and wraps his natural hand around his robotic bicep and rubs it slightly as though trying to warm it, and Kylo feels his eyes brim with tears.

No, Hux, no,” Kylo says, voice breaking. “I wanted to stay, but my training, it was—Snoke said I had to go. I thought you understood.”

Hux sighs.

“I thought I did understand you,” Hux replies. “But it appears as though I’ve never been more wrong in my life. Get out, Ren. It’s too late.”

No!”

Kylo sinks to his knees, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back his sobs, but fails. He kneels in front of Hux, somehow wanting to show his anguish, wanting to show how willing he is to go to the ends of the galaxy for Hux, but he realises it just makes him look weak.

“Ren,” Hux says, tone seemingly calm, hiding a storm. “Get up.”

No,” Kylo says through gritted teeth. “Never. Not until you know that I would never abandon you. Armitage. Please, understand.”

Kylo reaches his trembling hand upwards, seeking out Hux’s cybernetic, latching on tightly once he finds it. The fingers twitch slightly in Kylo’s palm, and he guesses that Hux isn’t yet used to it, movements still slightly stiff.

“Kylo, stop. It’s a waste of time. Get up.”

No! Hux, please.” The tears on Kylo’s cheeks are hot, burning his skin, but the only feeling he concentrates on is Hux’s cold fingers against his sweating palms.

Carelessly, Kylo scans the edges of Hux’s mind, searching for the incident, the battle that took Hux’s arm from him. When Kylo sees it, he wishes he never looked. The battle had been fierce, only thirteen days ago, Hux with the ground squadron, fighting nobly against the attacking clan.

The grenade. The explosion. The pain.

The guilt is consuming him, suddenly seeing Hux lying under a cold light in the medical wing, writhing in pain as the medics try to sedate him, left arm already unsaveable, lost in the blast.

Ren! Help me! Please!’ Hux cries, gritting his teeth, overcome by pain. His eyes unfocus as drugs begin to consume him, his body relaxing on the examination table, uttering four desperate words before an oxygen mask is strapped over his mouth. ‘Come…home…Love…you.’

Kylo comes back to himself with an anguished shout, burying his head against Hux’s thigh, squeezing his hand.

“My fault,” he cries. “I’m sorry, Armitage, so sorry, I should’ve been there, I failed you, but please, don’t leave me, not like I left you, I can’t bear it any longer—.”

For a moment, when Hux pries his cybernetic hand from Kylo’s grip, Kylo expects it to contort around his neck to crush his windpipe in payment of his failure. He can’t help but gasp and recoil when the metal hand strokes through his hair softly. He looks up as the cold fingers caress his cheek.

“I can’t feel you,” Hux says, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Ren. I can’t feel you.”

Hux falls to his knees too, sitting opposite Kylo, hand still on his cheek, caressing it, as though he believes that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to feel the smoothness of Kylo’s pale cheek with his metal fingers. Chest aching from sorrow, Kylo reaches for Hux’s other hand and brings it up to his cheek.

You can,” Kylo says, his own hands cupping both of Hux’s, voice shaking though he tries to keep it strong. “See? I’m here. Right here, Hux. Stars, I’m never going to leave you again.”

Hux opens his mouth to reply but a cry escapes instead, and he suddenly lurches forwards, flinging his arms around Kylo’s neck to cry into his shoulder. Kylo holds on tightly, guilt surging through his veins, constricting his heart until he swears that its quick thrums are chanting Hux Hux to him, one final taunt of his weakness.

“Ssh, Armitage,” Kylo soothes, rocking him gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”

“Ren…”

Hux’s natural hand slides up to grasp the hair at the nape of Kylo’s neck, pulling at it, combing it through his fingers, and Kylo slides his eyes closed, defeated by his guilt.

Kylo knows that the kissing and affection will come later. Now, Hux needs him. And he isn’t going to fail Hux again.

Relationship with Dan

So originally I thought @v-writings was the one who came up with this but it really was kusunokihime who wrote this. either way check them both out!

  • big spoon/little spoon: Dan is the big spoon. The only time you have been the big spoon is when he is sick. He’s kinda like a sad puppy when he gets a cold.
  • favourite non-sexual activity: Laying in bed together most likely having some sort of body part touching each other. You’re both playing on your phone not talking unless it’s to show each other something funny. The two of you never have an awkward silence when you do this because for the both of you it’s your down time to chill and get away from the world while still being together.
  • who uses all the hot water: You use all of the hot water and he never lets you forget it.
  • the most trivial thing they fight over: “You left your freaking Tumblr logged in on my laptop. I just spent the last hour looking the perfect post and now it’s been wasted on your unaesthetic mess of a Tumblr.”
  • who does most of the cleaning: The both of you. It goes quick plus it’s a great excuse to spend time together.
  • what has a season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue: Well Dan insists that when the two of you watch something it needs to be on your Netflix account as if you use his your going to mess up his suggestions.
  • who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Dan. mostly because the both of you had to google what you thought was wrong to try and explain to him what’s wrong.
  •  who steals the blankets: You do. Dan has, in fact, threatened to get a second blanket so the both of you can have your own. Even though you both know you would probably steal his too.
  • who leaves their stuff around: Dan does. He starts one thing and then walks away forgetting what he was even doing. “Why is there four marshmallows on my pillow?” “Fuck I knew I was forgetting something.”
  • who remembers to buy the milk: You do. He spends the day inside working so you’re more likely to be the one out and about anyways.
  • who remembers anniversaries:  You do. Dan remembers them the night before. He always thinks he’s sneaky as he leaves out of the house at ten in the evening. “Going for a late night run.” “In your jeans?” “Don’t tell me how to run in the evening.”
  • Who cooks normally?: Dan does. He likes to be in the kitchen with you as he uses all of the dishes possible when cooking.
  • How often do they fight?: Everyday. There not really fights, just more of the two of you picking on each other.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Dan mostly works because you can be a huge distraction as he would rather put off editing to go and get a milkshake. You usually go shopping or do something else that Dan despises.
  • Nicknames for each other?: You call him bean because he is a tall sweet bean who must be protected even if he is taller than you. He calls you Love or Pet. When your annoying him he does pull out the word twat or brat.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Dan. Even when you tell him it is your turn.
  • What would they get each other for gifts?: You would get some movie Dan has been wanting forever. Or a nice jacket that he would look handsome in. What do you get the guy that wants for nothing and that can buy himself whatever he wants? Dan gets you the most random gifts that you would never buy for yourself but you end up loving them way more than some stupid jewellery.
  • Who kissed who first?:   You kissed Dan first as he was so nervous he was having word vomit. In your defence, it was a really good way for him to shut up.
  • Who made the first move?: Dan made the first move accidentally when you two were walking around and some guy almost ran into you. He pulled you by the waist out of the way saving your life. Well, at least that’s how he tells it.
  • Who remembers things?: You. If it isn’t written down it’s gone for Dan.
  • Who started the relationship?: You and Dan were cuddling on the couch when he just sprung it out of nowhere. 
  • Who cusses more?: Dan. You do your fair share but he always seems to win at creative new ways to cuss.
  • What would they do if the other was hurt?: Attempt to hide his laughter. Fail at that. He would be concerned for you but still, try to hide the giggles.

I also did a Phil one.

Thought: Altean Lance AU where the first thing he sees is Hunk peering at the cryopods, trying to figure out what and who happens to be in them, while Pidge messes around with the controls (and not actually affecting much, because Allura’s not awake yet), Keith, still in his Marmoran armour (there’s no way he’d just been a rank and file Galran soldier), is watching with narrowed eyes and suddenly having a Bad Feeling, and Shiro is herding pilots like they’re cats.

Hunk and Lance actually hit it off right away. As Allura and Coran start waking up, Hunk’s telling Lance about how they found the Yellow Lion on Earth, and no, they’re Human, what’s an Altea - oh, yeah, and Keith’s with them, don’t worry about him-

Except, Allura, Lance and Coran do worry about Keith. Keith ends up pinned on the floor by an Allura who’s still reeling from the loss of her planet and people and this Galran is in breathing space of her BROTHER

Shiro ends up being the one to calm everyone down. Because Hunk is now panicking and Pidge isn’t being helpful because she’s torn between not wanting things to deteriorate but also she doesn’t exactly like the fact that they’re working with a Galra, even if he says he’s on their side. Lance is staring at everyone, feeling sort of shaken up and betrayed because that’s a Galran oh quiznak that’s a Galran on the Castle and he hadn’t even noticed

And then it turns out that Keith is, somehow, able to explain to the Alteans present that half the reason he’s here is that he has the Blue Lion. In his ship. Which is parked not far away, thank you.

Keith, who the others point out helped them in their firefight against the Galran cruiser while leaving Earth.

Allura deigns to accept - read: tolerate - Keith’s presence on the Castle, but she does continue to keep a close eye on him, and Lance starts. Poking at the guy. Because seriously, things are bad and all, but Lance just doesn’t have the negative energy to stay mad and angry like Allura does. Even though some of the things he says in what becomes known as their ‘rivalry’ can tend on the ‘oh, uh, that was a bit harsh’ side. 

(Because in this version, if Lance isn’t on Earth, the Blue Lion doesn’t respond. Therefore to fix this gaping plot hole, Hunk ends up finding the Yellow Lion instead, through somewhat more complicated circumstances. The Blade of Marmora already knew where Blue was canonically, so here they still do, even if she’s not on Earth. And Keith, being the hot-head he is… probably took more action than most of them would have appreciated.

And for a rough idea as to what Keith’s ship here looks like: 

That’s the size of Rolo and Nyma’s cargo/smuggling ship. I’d say Keith’s is a bit like that, given he’d want to appear unimportant to anyone just doing a general scan. And he probably didn’t plan ahead what he was going to do with it.

The ship stays in one of the Castle’s hangars, just because there’s no point wasting a good ship, even when all of Lance, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk and Keith still (never mind if Allura likes it or not) get a Lion.)

maybalwild  asked:

How would RFA and Unknown react to a random guy catcalling MC?

This surprisingly fun to write, especially Yoosung and Saeyoung’s parts. Enjoy! - Michelle Xx

Zen

- You two were actually enjoying a nice day out without any of his fans
- When some asshole passing you by decided to call you a ‘sweet thang to tap’ with ‘an ass to smack’
- Zen turned around so fast he almost whipped the guy in the face with his glorious pony tail
- He squared his shoulders and walked up to Mr. Asshole
- Zen was an inch or two taller than him so he towered over him
- “The only 'tapping’ and 'smacking’ that will happen here, are my fists connecting to your face if you say that about my girlfriend ever again. Got it?!”

Jaehee

- She’s been catcalled a few times before, so she knows how it feels
- Whenever it happens to herself, she just brushes it off
- But nobody, I repeat nobody, gets to do that to her girlfriend
- She’s let go of your hand, stand in front of the guy and stomp on his foot so hard that you’re sure she broke a toe or two
- While the bastard is complaining about his foot, she looks down at him and says:
- “Have some respect for woman, you giant hemoroid!”
- You keep falling deeper in love with this woman

Yoosung

- Everything is all fun and games
- But don’t come near his girlfriend
- He can barely restrain himself from keeping Zen with his good looks away from you
- But he will have no problem with putting down the guy who just called 'a pussy to have some fun with’
- He walk up to the guy, nice smile at all
- Talks to him like they’re becoming friends and puts him arm around the guy’s shoulder
- Then very quietly he says, with a dark voice you didn’t know Yoosung had:
- “You see this glaced over eye of mine? If you ever talk to her like that again or take one more look at her, I’ll make sure that no doctor alive will ever be able to fix yours ever again”
- As scary as he sounded, it made you feel good to know that he’ll always protect you

Jumin

- Jumin didn’t expect someone to be so dumb to catcall a woman who’s accompanied by four bodyguards and a man who’s clearly her husband
- He made you stay with the guards while he calmly walked over to the guy
- He gave him a stern lecture about the many behaviours that many commoners refer to as 'being an asshole’
- The guy was giving him a funny look
- Jumin ended with: “And then there’s you. Out of all the ways to be a shitty and dumb asshole, you take the cake. Now, I’ll kindly ask you to apologize to my wife or I’ll make sure my guards will 'fuck your ass up’.”
- That bastard instantly knew not to go against your husband
- Your man is truly one to behold

Saeyoung

- He wouldn’t have any of it
- How dare anyone say the words 'fine ass to plow’ to HIS WIFE?!
- He wouldn’t hit the idiot, oh no
- He’ll take one look at them and start belittling and degrading them down to the ground
- Even worse than what the idiot did to you
- “AND YET HERE YOU ARE WITH YOUR SCUMBAG ASS NOT ONLY TRYING TO GET LAID WITH MY WIFE, BUT ALSO TALKING TO HER LIKE SHE’S SOME PIECE OF MEAT! LIKE SHE’D EVER TAKE ONE LOOK AT THE SORRY EXCUSE THAT YOU CALL A WIENER, YOU PATHETIC, GROSS INSECT!”
- It actually warmed your heart to see him defending your honor like that, although you know that this isn’t the right way to do it either

Saeran

- That asshole better pray for RFA to pay for his funeral
- His anger issues are still… well, issues
- The guy called you a 'hot bitch to fuck tonight’
- Wastes no time in grabbing that douchebag by the neck and trying to strangle him against the wall
- “SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU! I’LL TURN YOU INSIDE OUT AND LEAVE YOU BLEEDING IN FRONT OF YOUR FILTHY PARENTS’ DOORSTEP!”
- When the guy starts to look a bit blue, you pull Saeran off him
- It takes him a long time to calm down
- But the devil may take him right that second if he doesn’t stand up for his girlfriend

Permanence - Part 1/3

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Happy Birthday @kpopfanfictrash !! Here is my gift to you as part of #shadyshannasbirthSLAY week!!!!!! P.S. It’s a 2 parter!


Exo Fanfiction

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language 


‘WHAT THE FUCK!“

This was the final straw, that asshole had parked in your space for the last time. You positioned your car across the space to block them in, you were done playing nice. You wanted to know who this punk was and give them a piece of your mind.

This had been happening on and off for the last three weeks and you were at breaking point, you’d left notes that have gotten increasingly passive-aggressive which you always found thrown on the ground. You even tried to wait for the owner to return to the vehicle (and fell asleep in your car during the stakeout). You had finally reached your breaking point.

But now you’ve got them; if you parked in front of the culprit’s vehicle they had two options. One: Come to you to let them out. Or two: wait for you to move your car. Yes, that should work.

You hopped up the stairs to your apartment that evening feeling smug. You helped yourself to an extra large glass of red wine that night as a reward for your genius.

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ESP

Flood warning….

And ignore how badly edited this is. This is actually super old.

Spencer had never, ever imagined the evening would go down like this.

Like literally, ever.

He and Prentiss had been assigned to a case in New York. The case over but their plane home delayed until tomorrow by bad weather, the pair had decided to make the most of it and go for a drink in the bar attached to the hotel they were staying at. Three rounds of cocktails in and Spencer was surprised to feel a pair of soft hands clasping his shoulders.

“Well well well, Dr Spencer Reid. Fancy seeing you here. Long time no see, kid.”

Spencer spun in his chair recognising the voice immediately. His long lost colleague.

“Elle!”

The woman grinned at him, holding out her arms for a hug. Spencer embraced her, thinking how different she looked from the last time he’d seen her. She looked…. happy, he thought to himself. Five years had passed since she’d abruptly left the BAU without saying goodbye. She was still as attractive ever, the smile and her laughter only adding to that.

“Emily, this is Elle Greenaway. She worked… ”

“I replaced her…. I know who she is Spencer,” Emily interrupted him, eyeing up her predecessor. “Good to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” She held out her hand, the other woman taking it.

“Oh if it was from these guys then I’m sure it was all terrible,” Elle nudged Spencer playfully.

“Not at all. In fact, Dr Reid here speaks very highly of you.”

“Well, he did always have a thing for pretty woman, right pretty boy?” Elle nudged him again, using Morgan’s nickname for him.

“Hey! It’s not like that at all,” he protested, not seeing Elle wink at Emily slyly.

“What! Are you saying you didn’t find me attractive? Reid, I’m offended… I thought we had something back then.”

“What….w…what?” he sputtered.

“Relax…. I’m messing with you. Kind of….Anyway, mind if I gate crash? My date bailed… He’s a doctor and he’s been called into work. The storms caused a few accidents. I thought I was going to have to write tonight off as a complete waste of time and then I spotted your handsome face.”

Reid blushed slightly, he’d always liked Elle and he’d been sad when she’d left. She’d always been considerate of his feelings, treating him as an equal rather than the baby of the team like the others sometimes had done. She was like Emily in that aspect. Add to it the fact that she was an extremely attractive woman….

Elle pulled up a stool, ordering another round of drinks from the waiter. The three chatted for the next few hours, conversation flowing as freely as the alcohol.
The girls chat quickly turned into boy talk, as it so often did with woman. Initially Spencer felt uncomfortable but the booze had loosened his tongue somewhat, and he’d found himself joining in the conversation and disputing Elle’s statement that the majority of men couldn’t be bothered with foreplay, because they were selfish.

“See this is why I like girls, they’re much more considerate of another woman’s needs. Although sometimes, a penis is nice too. ” Emily had said. This didn’t surprise Reid, he knew his colleague had had both male and female lovers.

What came out of Elles mouth next, did surprise him.

“I know right….. Women look more attractive naked too. I mean, I’m all for a good hard fuck with a nice cock, but sometimes I just want the soft sensual touch of a woman. Some men just don’t get it, they have no clue what they’re doing. It’s all about their own pleasure.”

“I resent that comment,” Spencer jumped in, defending his sex.

“You do, do you?” Elle raised his eyebrows at him curiously. “So tell me Dr Reid, how considerate are you in the bedroom?”

Emily turned to to look at him as well, both females now staring at him with amused expressions on their faces.

“I’m very considerate actually. I always make sure my partner has at least two orgasms, whether I’ve finished or not.”

Elle laughed whilst Emily’s jaw dropped a little, not used to hearing him speak about his sex life.

“And before you even dare suggest it, I’m quite certain that their not faking either as I know you girls are sometimes wont to do. The flush of their skin and the taste of their juices as I’m eating them out tends to give it away,” he had no idea why he’d said that, but something inside him wanted to wipe the smirks of their faces and prove that he wasn’t the sweet and innocent kid they all thought him to be.

Instead, it just seemed to increase the grin on Elle’s face. He watched as his ex teammate leant into his colleague, whispering something into her ear, and seeing Emily nod.

The two girls stood moving to either side of him. Placing a hand on his thigh dangerously close to his groin, Elle spoke softly.

“How do you fancy proving that to us Dr Reid?”

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

Emily chuckled and placed her hand on his other thigh. “Yeah Reid. Put your money where your mouth is. Or rather…. One of us where your mouth is.”

“Not one… Both,” Elle clarified taking Emilys hand into her own.
He still couldn’t speak, his genius brain unable to comprehend what they were offering.

“How about…. We go upstairs and start off without you, and you join us when you’ve picked your pretty mouth up off the floor,” Emily whispered into his ear, loud enough for Elle to hear.

“I like the sound of that,” Elle agreed and Emily pulled out her purse, handing her spare key card to Spencer and leading the other woman away.

It took Spencer a full five minutes to ask himself why he was still sat in the bar when there were two extremely hot woman upstairs in the room next to his getting it on.
He downed his drink, racing to the elevator and making his way to Prentiss’s room.

Using the key, he unlocked the door and entered, the sight before him in the dimly lit room enough to make him instantly hard.

The women had wasted no time and were lying on Emily’s bed in their underwear, their hands trailing over each others bodies.

“Hey…. Look who finally decided to join us,” Emily broke away from Elle’s lips, nodding over to the door.

“Don’t be shy Reid, come over to the bed. See what you’ve been missing out on.”

Breathing deeply Spencer walked over to the bed, nerves jangling in his stomach. One woman was one thing but two…. Fuuck. And they looked so amazing together, their legs tangled, fingers stroking and teasing each others skin.

He crawled onto the end of the bed, not sure quite what to do with himself and hoping that one of them would indicate what his part was to be. Was he just an onlooker? Was this a show for him…Cos he’d be down with that.

Or there be audience participation?

Reid inhaled sharply as he watched Elle cup Emily’s breasts and kiss down her neck, pulling her bra out of the way and sucking one of Emily’s nipples into her mouth, making Emily moan softly. Elle quickly unclasped Emily’s bra, exposing her breasts in full before reaching behind and removing her own. Once both their chests were bare she leant forward, attaching her mouth back to Emily’s hard peaks, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Emily moaned again, the sensation making her instantly wet. She looked at Reid and grinned at him.

He can feel how flushed his cheeks are as his gaze follows their every move, watching as Emily slides her hands down over Elle’s perky ass, gripping it and squeezing it firmly with both hands.

Spencer’s erection was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable in his jeans so he unzipped them, seeing Emily look surprised at his boldness. They’d invited him up here, he might as well participate, right? He took his dick out and started to pump himself slowly as he watched the two gorgeous women in front of him intently.

“Give me your hands Spencer, ” Emily dictated, and he crawled over to her on the bed, pushing his jeans and boxers off as he did. The woman took his hands into her own and moves then over Elle’s luscious butt, making sure he doesn’t miss an inch and watching Elle grin as Emily squeezed his hands around her cheeks.

Elle reached out, wrapping her long soft fingers around Spencer’s hard shaft, using it tug him to her closer still. Emily shifted on the bed and kneels, peeling Reid’s shirt off before pressing her lips against his mouth as Elle moved so that she was sitting with one of them either side of her as they kiss.

Slipping one hand into Emily’s already soaked panties, she used the other to work up and down Spencer’s cock, her palm swiping over his tip every so often.

Seeing them moaning against each others mouths at her touch made Elle groan, now desperate for their touch again. She rolled Emily’s clit between her thumb and forefinger hearing Spencer moan as he pulled away and saw her hand in the other woman’s underwear.

“You like seeing that pretty boy?” she asked, seeing him bite his lip in response. “Wanna watch me do something else down there too?”

He nodded and then gently pushes Emily down onto the bed, dragging her panties off before raising his eyes at Elle.

Elle watched him caress Emily’s thighs, inching closer to where she knows the raven haired beauty is dying to be touched while she dragged her nails across Reid’s bare chest. Elle moved forward, pressing her breasts up against him and stroking his cock a few more times before she instructed him to sit back and watch.

He settled back between Emily’s spread legs and watched as Elle positioned herself, sitting over Emily’s stomach facing him. Running her nails across her new friends smooth pale thighs, she lowers her head and began kissing and suckling the flesh.

Emily whimpered, Elle now so close to where she wanted her touch but still teasing her. She continued to tease her, nibbling on her inner thigh and scraping her teeth against the delicate skin there. She moved closer and closer to where Emily wanted, no…. needed her and then licked her slit once, painstakingly slowly, taking her time to taste Emily, making sure her eyes are locked with Reid’s while she does it.

The genius dropped his jaw, not believing he was watching this.
Elle signalled to Reid to move forward, pressing her lips to his open mouth, pushing her tongue against his.

“Can you taste her, boy wonder?” she asked. He nodded and she grinned wickedly lowering her head once more, her mouth attaching to Emily’s sensitive clit and sucking it between her lips.
Her long hair fell forward and blocked Reids view which he wasn’t having any of. He needed to see this. Spencer shifted forward, gathering Elle’s hair up in his hand whilst caressing the back of her neck. He began pumping his cock again slowly, the sight in front of him almost too beautiful to bear.

Emily whimpered whilst Elle worked her clit just right, loving the feeling of her tongue against it. She motioned for Reid to come closer, placing her hands on his when he did. “Show me how you like it and I’ll take over for you, Reid. And once you have your hands free I think you should put them to good use and make Elle feel good.”

Elle groaned in agreement, lifting off Emily so that Spencer has access to her neglected centre.
She was on her knees now, legs either side of Prentiss, her pert butt in the air. Reid slipped his hand into the space between the two womens bodies, his hand trailing down Elle’s torso and coming to rest between her legs, her slick coating his fingers.
Placing his hand over Emily’s he showed her what to do, how he liked to be stroked, his hips bucking slightly as she caught on quickly.

He started to tease Elle’s clit, alternating circular and sideways motions, loving how wet she is. Elle couldn’t help but stop licking Emily’s center for a second to let a gasp escape her lips. Meanwhile Emily was working Spencer’s cock in exactly the way he liked it.
She watched as he rolled his eyes back and bit his lip, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he whined softly.

Elle chuckled lowly at his whimper. Hearing it, he pushed two fingers inside her, the sudden thrust taking her by pleasant surprise. An idea forming, he dragged his fingers out of her slit, seeing how close she is to Emily’s mouth.

He moved his hand to Emily’s lips so she can taste Elle, her tongue lapping at the fluid hungrily, her lips sucking his fingers hard.

“Elle, I think Emily wants to taste you for herself. Sit up, and shift backwards.”

Suprised at his command, Elle complied, moving backwards so her thighs were on either side Emily’s face.

She heard Emily inhale her scent before feeling soft hands grip her thighs pulling her down onto the raven haired beauties mouth, her tongue pushing inside her.

“Oh my God,” Elle cried out loudly, her hands moving to her breasts and tugging at her nipples.
Reid moved again, this time to between Emily’s legs. He lifted her hips and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing in slowly. From the conversation earlier, he knows he doesn’t have to worry about protection.

Emily moaned against Elle’s slit, the pleasure of Reid’s dick filling her so intense. He gave her a little time to adjust and when she’s used to his size she regained composure and continued eating Elle out slowly.

Elle closely observed the way Reid thrusted in and out of Emily, burying his cock deep inside of her. Reid is completely focused on penetrating Emily and his own pleasure until Elle distracts him with her movements on her own nipples. He decided to free one, hand to help her.

He licked his fingertips before reaching forward, circling her nipple slowly before softly pinching and pulling at the hard peak. Elle lifted slightly, leaning forward and catching his lips in a kiss.

Emily’s mouth now free she changes track, pushing her own fingers inside Elle and curling them slightly against her inner walls, hearing the other woman gasp.

As Reid thrusted into her, Emily mirrored the action on Elle, matching him thrust for thrust. She felt soft, feminine fingers beginning to work her clit, realising that Elle had been forced forward somewhat by her movements and had decided to help Spencer make her come.

Looking at the view from between Elle’s legs, she sees Reid reach between them to work Elle’s clit, his hand nudging Emily’s as he pounds into her.

Reid and Emily work together to pleasure Elle, Emily penetrating her with two fingers, moving in time with Reid’s thrusts into herself, while Reid rubs Elle’s clit. Elle gasped, rasping out that she can’t hold out much longer.

Reid’s close too and struggled to hold on, the feeling of Emily’s tight, wet slit so good around his cock while his tongue swipes across Elle’s bottom lip.
A few more thrusts has Emily clenching tightly, the feeling sending Reid over the edge and his orgasm spilling free. He doesn’t slow his movements on Elle though, desperately wanting to hear sweet moans from both of the girls lips.

He kept thrusting into Emily a few more times with the little energy he has left whilst Elle helped him bring Emily to her climax by flicking her clit with her tongue, her mouth so damn close to Reid’s cock that he can’t help but imagine what her lips would look like wrapped around it.

Elle’s the first to come though, having both Reid and Emily pleasure her with their fingers proving to be too much. Her moans are just what Emily needs to be sent over the edge and she came shortly after Elle, biting down on her lip hard as she groaned.

The ladies collapsed on the bed right next to each other and signalled for Reid to lie down in between them, but to their surprise he refused.

“Not yet, I know you’re both sensitive now but I want to taste both of you.”

On that note he knelt on the floor, pulling both Elle and Emily close to the edge of the bed. He started to eat Emily out very slowly, his tongue just barely touching her, careful not to overstimulate her while he mimicks his movements on Emily on Elle with his fingers.
The girls both gasped, crashing their lips together to stifle each other’s moans just a bit.
Reid, loving the taste of both of them, alternated eating one or the other out until he bought them both to a blissful second orgasm.

Climbing onto the bed between the two girls afterwards he spoke,

“Told you I always make sure my partners have at least two orgasms.”

Elle chuckled lightly. “Guess we’ll have to do the same for you then. Let us know when you’re ready for round two Dr Reid. It’s still early, we’ve got all night.”

Could She Make You Feel Like This?- Luke Hemmings Smut

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This is a smut where you tie Luke up!

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Could She Make You Feel Like This?

“Whatever Luke, I’m too tired for this bullshit. I’m going to bed.”

Turning your back you leave Luke standing frustrated and red-faced in the middle of your living room. You two had been arguing the whole way home and by now you were fed up with the row going around and around in circles. You knew Luke would never actually cheat on you, you wouldn’t have let him back into the house if you had any real suspicions but seeing him tonight with that girl had set your teeth on edge. You’d both gone to a party together but in the short space of time it had taken you to go to the bathroom he’d somehow managed to get himself engrossed in conversation with the prettiest girl in the room. Not that that was a problem.  You didn’t mind Luke talking to other girls; you weren’t that insecure, the problem arose when during their conversation her hand had drifted onto his knee and his mouth had inched questionably close to her ear.

Kicking off your heels you let out a heavy sigh. Why couldn’t he see what he’d done wrong? He’d argued over and over again that they were ‘just talking’, failing to see the embarrassing and hurtful situation he’d put you in.

“Screw him”, you think to yourself as you slip out of the figure hugging black dress you’d been wearing, leaving you in nothing but the lingerie you’d been planning to put to good use once you’d gotten home from the party. As you walk across the room to hang your dress back in its place you catch sight of your figure reflected in the mirror standing in the corner. What a waste. You looked hot. The sheer material shimmered over your skin and the cut of the fabric accentuated your curves beautifully.  You were just about to reach around and unclasp your bra when an idea struck you. An idea that caused a cheshire grin to spread across your carefully painted lips. You were going to show Luke exactly what he had to come home to.

Still smiling you step into your ensuite bathroom and quickly touch up your make up. You pull your hair down from the bun it’s been sitting in and tousle it roughly before allowing it to fall in waves over your shoulders. Clamouring back into your heels you call out to your boyfriend who was undoubtedly still feeling sorry for himself downstairs.

“Luke?! Could you come up here please?”

You take a deep breath in as you hear Luke’s footsteps climb the stairs. You sit on the edge of the bed and do your best to ignore the swell of nerves you feel as you fix your face to a stony expression.

“Yeah?” Luke asks uncertainly from the doorframe. You can tell he’s not sure if you’re calling him to make up or so you can shout at him some more. His face is the very definition of bewilderment as his eyes scan your body, his eyes lingering longer than they should on the swell of your breasts over the balcony of your bra. Your face on the other hand is giving nothing away. You watch as Luke visibly swallows the lump forming in his throat as he does his best to read your mood.

“You fucked up tonight Luke”, you tell him, your voice cracking the deadpan silence that had fallen over the room.

His lips part in an effort to answer you but a raised hand from you stops the approaching syllables before they can leave his mouth.

“I wasn’t finished”, you snap. Luke’s eyes widen in surprise at the authority in your voice and truth be told it takes you by surprise too. Who knew you could slip so easily into the role of a domme?

“You fucked up. But I’m willing to give you the opportunity to make it up to me.”

Luke shifts nervously on the spot as you pull yourself to your full height and saunter towards him.

“Do you think you can make it up to be baby boy?” you purr, standing toe-to-toe with him as you stare unwaveringly into his blue eyes.

“Y-yeah, yes”, he stammers, his voice cracking having caught in his throat.

“Good”, you smirk, reaching up to fiddle with the buttons on his dress shirt, “but you need to know the rules before we start. Well actually there’s just one rule. You don’t cum until I say so. Understand?”

Nodding furiously Luke stares at you with his mouth agape and his eyes clouding over with the lustful haze you know only too well. He wants you. Too bad you’re planning on making him wait.

“Get on the bed”, you tell him, taking a step back to allow him some space to move.

Eager to make up for his earlier misgivings Luke all but flings himself onto the bed. His gaze never leaves you as you make your way over to the dresser and pull out one of his rarely used ties. Realisation washes over him as you approach him and a flush spreads across his cheeks induced by a blend of trepidation and excitement.  You had to admit, it looked good on him.

“Are you ready baby boy?” you ask him sultrily, climbing onto his lap and making yourself comfortable. You could feel the beginnings of a bulge forming underneath your behind and you suddenly become aware of how damp your own underwear are starting to feel. Looking down at Luke the full weight of what you were about to do settles on you. Your boyfriend was lying on your bed, completely compliant and submissive, waiting for you to tie him up. Leaning forward you plant a fervent kiss on his lips as your hands make short work of opening the buttons on his shirt. You slip the material down his toned arms and toss it behind you. Your fingers trail down the soft skin that has been revealed to you before coming to a halt at the button of his jeans. Slowly and teasingly you pop the button open and work the zipper down. A soft sigh meets your ears as Luke basks in the momentary relief the removal of his constrictive jeans gives him. Pity you weren’t planning on letting him have much more.

“Hands up babe”, you instruct, giving your head a quick jerk towards the headboard so he knows where you want them.

His arms rise slowly with a certain degree of hesitancy and for a moment your resolve begins to waver? Were you taking this whole thing too far? Your misgivings however, were pushed from your thoughts as soon as you feel Luke’s hips buck beneath you.

“Hurry”, he whispers, barely capable of being heard such is the effort it’s taking for him to keep himself in check.

Wordlessly you bind his hands and sit back on his lap once more. It’s safe to say that you’re more than a little shocked at how into the whole scenario Luke is.  His eyes have scrunched shut and he has sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. A soft blush has crept across his cheeks and for a moment you do nothing but stare at the man in front of you, committing every inch of him to memory. This was definitely a view you wanted to remember.

“Y/N”, Luke keens from below you snapping you back to reality. You’d been so absorbed in how amazing he looked straining against his restraints you’d forgotten that you were supposed to be taking control.

“Yes Lukey?” you tease as your fingertips hover softly over the tops of his thighs.

“Please do something. I’m so hard already baby, I need you to do something”.

“Now now Lukey”, you chastise playfully, “what did I tell you? You can’t cum until I tell you and I have no intentions of letting you cum so soon. I haven’t had any fun yet”.

A smile erupts across your face as the groans of Luke’s mounting frustrations meet your ears. This is exactly how you wanted him.

“Look at me Luke”, you tell him. His eyes open slowly, just in time to catch you removing your bra and panties. Pushing yourself down the bed you spread your legs and the groan Luke emits tells you that his view is unobstructed. Teasingly you trail your fingertips up your own thighs before allowing your index finger to trace circles over your throbbing clit. All the while keeping you keep your gaze fixed on Luke. His breathing has picked up now and you take great pride in seeing his hips rutting forwards every now and then. You allow your head to fall backwards as you dip two fingers inside yourself, making sure to force out an over-the-top moan to add to the effect.

“Luke. Oh Luke”, you whimper as you continue to please yourself. The fact that you’re getting yourself off in front of someone bring forth a voyeuristic streak you never knew you had and you can feel yourself approaching your high much quicker than usual. Just as you’re about to push yourself over the edge Luke’s voice breaks your rhythm.

“Let me”, he all but begs, “don’t finish yourself Y/N please. Let me do it?”

Slowing your fingers down but not stopping altogether your look up and meet Luke’s eye.

“And how would you get me off with your hands tied up baby?”

Without missing a beat Luke gives you the answer you’d been hoping for.

“Sit on my face Y/N. Sit on my face. I’ll eat you so good”.

Drawing your fingers from your heat you bring them to your mouth and suck them clean, then, without uttering a single word you crawl up Luke’s long body, making sure to brush against his now achingly prominent hard on as you go.

“Do you want to taste baby boy?” you ask once you reach his face.

“Please”.

The breathy manner of his speech causes a puff of warm air to rush across your soaked heat and before you it you’re grinding yourself down onto his eager tongue. Genuine moans of pleasure wash past your parted lips as your fingers grasp at the headboard in an attempt to steady yourself. Luke’s tongue is moving along your folds in hot swipes and as soon as his mouth closes over your aching clit your teeth clamp down over your bottom lip so violently you almost draw blood.

“So good baby”, you sigh, encouraging him to continue. Although you doubt he can even hear you. Your thighs have clamped down on either side of his head as you do your best to make the most of the warm, sloppy feeling Luke is creating between your thighs.

He continues to suck and slurp, your pleasure only growing with every lick. Your head falls back and you mewl in ecstasy as you feel his probing tongue at your entrance, barely dipping inside before pulling out again. By now you’re more than ready for him to tip you over the edge.

“Make me cum Luke”, you whimper needily, giving his hair a tug for good measure. Eyes clamped shut, you chant his name as he returns his focus to your clit, his tongue ready and willing to give you what you want.

“Luke!” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you like a derailed freight train, “fuck Luke! Fuck!”

Your lips remain parted in a silent gasp as you leisurely bring your hips to a halt. Once your breathing has returned to a half-normal pace you climb down from your perch, your quavering thighs making the descent a somewhat tricky one.

“Was that okay?” Luke asks, contorting his neck so he can look at you.

“That was great baby”, you smile at him, your voice dozy as you run your fingers through his tousled hair.

“Do you think I could…..? Can you….? Can I……?” Luke’s voice trails off as he struggles to find the words he needs. You knew what he wanted though. The impatient wiggling of his hips and the blatantly obvious wet patch on his boxers told you all you needed to know, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to hear him beg for you.

“What Lukey?” you sneer at him, “what does my boy want?”

“Please Y/N?”

“Please what baby? You need to use your words.”

Leaning over him you graze your fingers over his chest. Lower and lower, but never quite low enough.

“Fuck Y/N please! Fuck me okay? I want you to fuck me!”

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you Lukey?” you ask, throwing your leg over his hip so you can straddle his once again, “or would you rather the girl from the party do it?”

“No!” Luke all but roars, “I want you! I need you so badly baby! Please!”

Throwing his head back against the pillows Luke squirms against the tie keeping him at your mercy. Your hips, not content to sit still when there’s a perfectly good boner underneath them begin to swivel and grind downwards.  

“Are you sure?” you continue to taunt him.

“Fuck Y/N stop! I’m sure! Y/N please! I’m begging you! I’m going to cum in my pants if you don’t fucking do something!”

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?”

Lifting yourself momentarily you reach down and pull Luke’s boxers down just enough to get at what you want. The relief is written all over Luke’s face as the beginnings of a smile tugs at his lips.

“Please”, he whispers once more but he barely manages to finish before a moan rips from the back of his throat. Your hand is wrapped around his rock hard cock as you guide it slowly through your folds, teasing both yourself and him before sinking down onto it completely. The moans that part both of your lips are nothing short of pornographic as your bounce and swivel on his member. Your crimson nails leave equally crimson trails on his tanned skin as you rake them along his chest; you know he’ll be a mess in the morning but you couldn’t care less, you were completely consumed by the feeling of his cock spreading you so well you were incapable of thinking of anything else.

“Y/N”, Luke grunts from below you through gritted teeth, “I’m really fucking close. Really close. Fuck”.

“Don’t you dare cum”, you snap, slowing your hips and hooking your fingers under his chin so that he’s forced to look at you, “I said you couldn’t cum until I said so and I didn’t fucking say so”.

Your assertions draw a pitiful whimper from Luke and satisfied that he was back under your control you begin to pick up the pace again. Luke is convulsing within you as he struggles against his most basic of urges. Luckily for you every twitch is causing him to brush against your g-spot which inevitably leaves you teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Could she make you feel like this baby?” you question between gasps, still determined to hammer home the lesson you wanted to teach him. No matter how many girls he met, he would never find another you.

“No baby. Fuck! No! You’re so fucking good at this baby. So fucking good…”

You can do nothing to control the arrogant smirk that has made its way onto your face at his testimony. Honestly? You were kind of getting off on it. You were enjoying seeing him so desperate for you. The power turned you on.

“Y/N”, Luke groans again from under you. He’s really struggling now. His face and chest are flushed beyond recognition and his bucking hips have taken on a mind of their own. It was just plain cruel to make him wait any longer.

“You can cum”.

Right on cue Luke’s releases his load inside of you and the feeling of him coating your walls is enough to send you over the edge. Your mind draws a complete blank and your breath catches in your throat as the coil that has been constantly tightening within you snaps and releases. God knows how long you sit there, grinding and moaning as your pussy contracts around him. For all you know hours could have passed as you soak in each pleasure filled tremor. But as with all good things your pleasure begins to subside and you give in to the sensitivity you are starting to feel. Drawing a deep breath you heave yourself off Luke and just about make it onto the mattress beside him.

Rolling onto your side to face him you bury your face in his chest.

“That was great”, you murmur, your voice muffled against his clammy skin.

“I don’t think there are even words to describe how great that was”, Luke retorts, his usually deep voice twinged with a wistful tone it only ever adopted after he’s had a particularly ‘good time’.

“Uh Y/N?” Luke begins after a couple of seconds of blissful silence have passed, “I don’t want to ruin the mood or anything but do you think you could untie me? My wrists are starting to chafe.”

Giggling softly you prop yourself up on your elbow and face him again.

“Depends. Have you learned your lesson?”

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t*ip toes through your tulips* namkook

Kiss Meme Drabbles : Namkook : 35. Death Kiss

note: i didn’t sign up for writing angst, so don’t worry about that, this is as soft as anything. namjoon’s a brat. jungkook is tired, but he’s trying his best.


‘This might be your last chance,’ Namjoon is saying – croaking, really, which is all he’s been able to do for the past week now. He’s sitting on the couch in a nest of blankets, one even draped over his head like a woolly veil for extra measure, refusing to part with that infernal cocoon of his no matter how high his fever creeps. He’s pouting as he watches Jungkook pack up his books, eyes in full red-rimmed, sickly puppy-dog mode, and if Jungkook was a lesser man (read: if his phone’s camera wasn’t broken) he’d take a photo of the sight to save as blackmail, maybe go old school and keep tiny a copy in his wallet.

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Prompt for @zombieheroine - she gave it to me last year.

The morning dawns rainy, with droplets showering against the rooftops and windowpanes all around Hanzo. He waits a moment before letting himself accept that he’s awake, and instead of getting up and assuming the role of a man, he lets his being dissolve into the scenery with his weight becoming one with his bed until he can no longer feel it. Through an open window, the morning’s air and its gusts of wind enter his room, and as his eyes stare at the ceiling above bathing in the cold grey light, he imagines becoming the rain and coming down upon the land like a curtain, and how it would feel like to seep into its core, turning into a part of every tree and every blade of grass that grows upon Hanamura and the city enveloping it like a secret within. He wonders if he’d be happier that way - if the nagging emptiness that gnaws at his core every day that he wakes up here would be gone if he was nothing but a cloud, a fine mist condensing into the very thing that gave birth to life on earth.

The castle around him wakes up slowly. Sometimes, he can hear footsteps passing his room, but he never knows whom they belong to. Days are never quiet here. There’s always someone looking for something through the endless rooms spanning the floors of this building, a family member or a member of the family, the clan, as its most trusted members come and go on their daily tasks according to whim. Those sounds, the steps and the sounds of cups hitting tables, of heavy objects falling and being picked up, of tables moving, force him out of his bed. He moves to the window, long limbs stiff with sleep, and leans against the frames, peering out towards the scenery below. He can’t see the traffic or the city’s tall buildings from here, only the centuries old walls and the gardens that surround his home. He’s often wondered if he was put there so that he’d never forget where he belongs, and in contrast, whether Genji’s wanderings are because for the few first years of his life, his room always faced the city and as such, he could never let it out of his mind.

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Billdip Week 2017 Wild ride.

Dipper sighed. Mabel we live in Gravity Falls. Why do we have to go to a wild life park to go kayaking? Mabel rolled her eyes at him and smiled. Oh bro bro. It’s not tubing. It’s kayaking. And because it’s fun and a new adventure. We spend all our time in the woods because we live there. This is a chance to have fun AND~ to explore new stuff. Doesn’t that sound interesting?! Maybe I’ll fall in and need CPR from a handsome life saver. Mabel Gasped. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT DIP! Maybe I’ll find true love!

I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life. Dipper chanted as he stopped to rest his arms. His lungs burned from the 5 miles they paddled and they still had 5 more before they could stop to set up camp then turn around and head back after the day of camping. I knew i should have stayed firm on not doing this! MABES! WAIT UP! MABEL!! Tsk. Of course she’s out of ear shot. I bet she’s just ignoring me. As if getting here so early wasn’t bad enough. I get hit on by a dough waggon. After Stan made us tuck and roll because he heard turning the car off and on wastes more gas then leaving it on.

Dipper rubbed his arm he moved his shirt to find a huge black and purple bruise on his arm from when the guy punched his arm. Stupid jerk. He had no ice to put on it. When the Jerk hit him he punched the guy in the face. He felt something give and everyone heard a crack sound. Dipper smiled when the guy looked at him with blood running down his mouth and chin. Dipper was proud of himself. Mabel stepped up next to him just as the jerk and friends stepped up one of the park rangers stepped in.

Hey! I don’t need to clean up after a bunch of punks today! Move along! You kids get moving! You punks and stupid getting blood everyone! Go bleed over a cooler or a trash can or something! I don’t have time to take care of a cry baby like you. You guys have been here all day making a mess and I’m through with it. The ranger tilted his head away and waved his hand. You guys are done anyways! I watched you pack up your car 2 hours ago and ever since all you have done since then is loiter around.

Dipper and Mabel turned away and got to the river without any more trouble after that. But here he was. 5 miles up river, get ripped or die drowning. If that wasn’t the name of the river it should be. He looked around to see if anyone was near. The river bend was behind him he used his Ore to pull him under a low branch for shore and held his arm for a minute as he whimpered in pain. He can’t stop the tears no. This hurts to much. He’s alone in a place he doesn’t know. He has nothing to help. No one seems to care. To top it all off he can’t stop crying now that he has started.

I have to catch up to Mabel. I need to tell her I am going back to the main parking lot to call Stan to come back and get me. Dipper pushes back into the main part of the river. His arm is protesting at this point. But he focuses on what he needs to do. Just have to get to Mabel. Just have to-. Hey Kid! Dipper turns to look behind himself and for a split second sees the handsome park Ranger that made the group from earlier leave. He is just behind him about 20 feet and Dipper is about to ask him what he needs when the Ranger reached his hand out and yells for him to turn around. Dipper has enough time to look forward as he goes over the rougher side of the rapids. He leans back and almost lays flat on the kayak as he goes over the thin fast water fall.

Dipper paddles out of the white water to join the main river AGAIN. He’s breathing heavy and he can barely move his arm at all. He’s exhausted now. He paddles to the camp site. The good things about the white water is it’s much faster than the main river but at the same time it’s far more dangerous and with Dippers injury it could have been fatal and still could become fatal. He needs to rest his arm. It’s getting bad.

Dipper gets the kayak up out of the water and lays it down and begins setting up the camping gear. He’s setting up a fire pit when he looks up river to see the ranger paddling towards him. He gets a full view of the guy now. He has bright gold hair. He has his sleeves rolled up revealing tattoos against his tanned skin. No doubt about it. This guy is hot. Really, really ,really hot. He blushes as the guy stands up in the boat and without wasting time pulls his kayak out of the water and puts it next to Dippers.

Hey. The ranger comes and sits right next to him. Dipper slides over just a bit. But the ranger is having none of it and slides next to him and this time when Dipper attempts to move away he puts his arm around him to his hurt arm and pulls him. Dipper winced and hissed. The Ranger looks at him and stands up to stand in front of him. You should have turned around instead of heading up the river with an injury. How bad is it? Where does it hurt? Dipper feels like he’s being scolded. He reaches up and pulls the neck of his shirt down to show his should and arm.

The ranger kneels down in front of him to check the injury. It’s an angry black blue purple at this point and in the middle the skin is broken. Dipper grits his teeth as the Ranger checks his arm. Don’t scream, don’t scream, don’t scream. Dipper chants to himself in his mind trying to block out the pain. He wants to cry. Dipper shrieks when the ranger moves his arm up though. He gently lowers Dippers arm cooing gentle words at him.

Dippers eyes water and he can feel his chest tighten. He can’t stop the tears but he doesn’t make any sound and keeps his eyes closed while he listens to the ranger as he works on putting a sling on his arm. Before Dipper registers whats happening he feels hands on his cheeks and he opens his eyes and meets the rangers gaze and they both gasp. Dark golden eyes meet mocha brown. Neither of them move.

Listen kid your arm is pretty bad. You need to rest for a bit now. You pushed yourself way to hard but now that your here I would tell you to stay until at least the next day and better. I wish you would have turned back. But I mean. The ranger looked off to his side and smiles. I guess if I was you I would have stayed to meet a ranger as hot as me. Dipper comes out of his trance. Turns his nose up insulted.

I came here of my own choice my sister was supposed to meet me here and we planned to camp until after tomorrow. She paddled ahead because I couldn’t keep up though and I lost sigh of her. Then you called out and I turned to see who was talking and then the white water and getting here. I-I’m just so tired now. My arm hurts so much. The ranger sighed and his shoulders slumped as he sat back down next to him. Look kid it’s alright. But I’m going to wait with you until your sister shows up.

With an injury like that you shouldn’t be left alone and you need to not use it as much as possible. If you weren’t expecting someone I would have you pack up and I would paddle us back up river. But you can’t pack up because you both may pass eachother and she would end up being here alone and thats not good. Then she would worry and something could happen. It’s just not a good out come either way. So we wait. Dipper stiffened. Th-thank you. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t m-mean to cause any trouble for you. Dipper stuttered. It’s ok kid. All of this was just bad luck that happened to you.

Both of them fell into a good stead as Bill set up the camp better. But then again he was a park ranger and had the use of all his limbs without an injury. Dipper didn’t know how to feel when the ranger kept doting on him though. Finally the ranger went off to go 100 feet from the river to use a bush. Dipper peaked back to see where he was and saw the ranger peaking from behind the tree every now and then.

Dipper blushed and turned back then dashed for the water. The cold would help the swelling and it may help heal it a bit faster so the bruise shrinks a bit. Dipper heard the Ranger yell but was already under coming back up so only his neck was above the water. He sighed as the pain throbbed but slowly faded. He looked back in time to see the ranger come out of the tree line. He had some really long legs and Dipper sank under to try and hide. He kicked up mud to hide in.

He heard a large splash and sank further down. it was only 4 ft deep but he grabbed onto the bottom with his good arm. He needed air though and came up. The ranger spotted him coming up and lunged at him just missing making Dipper fumble and squeak. The second grab he pulled Dipper close and dragged him towards shore. Dipper pouted. The cold was helping my arm. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!  AH! Dipper wrapped his good arm around the Rangers strong neck and leaned into his chest.

Listen kid ICE helps not cold water over your whole body. Your smart but dumb at the same time. How is that even possible!? You’ll get hypothermia before anything helps with your arm other than time to rest.  I can’t even pee! I can’t have another camper go down out here or I’ll be in it deep. Tell me you have a change of cloths! Dipper lowered his head down at being chastised. He waited for the ranger to finish then whispered. Yes. He said nothing else as the ranger set him down near his tent and Dipper didn’t look at him as he walked to his bag and got out a set of his basketball short and a baggy shirt.

He silently made his way to a hidden bush nearby and changed carefully. He put the shirt on first because of how long it was. It also took longer to change thanks to only being able to use one arm. He started to put his cloths on some branches when he heard the ranger sigh and come near him. Hey kid. Let me hang those up. Dipper dropped his hand and walked over to his tent and slid inside and just laid there. He laid face down and started to cry. He didn’t whimper just let the tears flow.

Hey lay on your back so your arm isn’t strained. Dipper just wanted to go home. He rolled over using one arm he no longer cared if the ranger saw him crying. He was done. Just done. Dipper thought bitterly. This whole trip was Mabels idea and she wasn’t even with him and now he needed her the most but was alone. He silently cried until he got hick ups. He fell asleep like that.

Dipper woke up a few times and put some wood on the fire then just laid back down without speaking to the ranger. He didn’t eat. He refused to look at him even. At some point the Ranger had climbed into the tent with him and when he finally woke up he noticed the Ranger had his own sleeping bag. Dipper silently slipped out of the tent and put another log on and went to find a bush of his own.  When he got back the ranger jumped out of the tent startling him. He looked at Dipper and Dipper kept his head down and sat by the fire. I’m just a burden that he has to take care of being he can’t leave me out here because he would get into trouble if he left me. Dipper thought bitterly. The ranger sighed. Dipper was tired of it. You can leave now. I’ll be fine. Sorry to make your job harder. I’ll wait here for my sister. Dipper didn’t look up after speaking. It was silent for a few seconds. Then he heard the ranger sigh again.

Listen kid I’m not leaving you out here in the woods “alone”. Dipper stood up and walked past him to check on his drying cloths. Still damp. He huffed as he pulled them down and laid them on the river rocks to soak up the heat to dry faster. Kid? Dipper ignored him. Kid. Don’t ignore me. You need help out here and what kind of person would I be if I left you huh? Dipper felt guilty. He didn’t think of how the ranger may feel about leaving a kid alone out in the woods near a river.

Dipper sighed and looked up. Please stop calling me kid. My name Is Mason Dipper Pines. I am 20 years old. So not a kid by a long shot. I’m from Gavity Falls Oregon so I’m used to woods. I’ll be fine. Dipper didn’t look away. My names Bill Cypher Pine tree and to me you are a kid and no you wouldn’t be fine because no woodsmen would think to be out alone in the woods if they really had the choice. Your not from the area so the woods are different.

Cypher cocked his head to the side. You know for a 20 year old your kind of cute and that puts you in my age range for flirting. Dipper sighed and rolled his eyes. Oh please don’t do that. Bill smiled at him. Dipper looked at him sternly. Ok I’m jumping in the river again. Dipper stood to walk to the river but strong arms grabbed him and Bill leaned forwards and put his face next to his ear and whispered. You knew I would stop you. Admit it. You wanted a hug. If I left you’d miss me~.

Dipper squirmed. Hey now! Bill laughed. Dipper sighed. It’s gonna be a long day isn’t it? Eek! Dipper was lifted off the ground again. Your so light. Ugh your just so cute! No trying to run because now! You have my full attention Pine Tree and I’m always watching. Dipper sighed. Yep it’s gonna be a long trip.

[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter Thirteen)

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The sudden emptiness of the bed wakes me up and I roll on my back, groaning. My head pounds hard, it’s feels like someone is trying to press my brain like an orange. I glance up, and just like I sensed it, Mark is not here. I sit up, squinting my eyes as pain radiates throughout my head. Oh, what a headache. I glance around and there is a glass of apple juice and two Advils on the nightstand, and I guess they’re for me. My phone is laying beside the glass, it’s charging and I guess Mark did it for me. I wonder where he is. I can’t he the sound of the TV, or any sign of him somewhere in the apartment. I reach out for my phone and check the time: 10:27 AM, three texts from Mark.

I love that he still worries about me even when he’s mad, it makes me feel cherished. But I still apprehend the confrontation, I really hope his run will calm him down. I slide out of his bed an tidies it just like he does, before going and brushing my teeth, with his toothbrush. Then I take the Advils he’s left for me. I skimmer in the kitchen and result creamy hot chocolate, after looking for flour for twenty minutes in order to have some golden pancakes and failing. I lean against the counter and sip my sweet beverage. I really acted like an immature teenager this time. I was so wasted last night, I don’t know what would have happened to me or the girls if- shit, the girls. I don’t even know what happened to them. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door being opened. Mark appears, breathless and sweaty, in a black, tight, sport T-shirt, black sport shorts and fluorescent Nikes. He unplugs his earphones when he sees me. Hmm… sweaty Mark.

“Hi.” I mutter, bringing my my cup to my lips.

“Hi. Slept well? ” He replies, coming to my level. He doesn’t seem as mad as yesterday, but he’s still distant.

“Until you left.” I reply, trying to be cute.

“Did you take the Advils I left for you?” He deliberately ignores my attempt to be sweet, maybe he’s not calmed down at all.

“Yes.” I reply, dropping my cup of hot chocolate on the counter next to me. Mark leans towards me, his hands on either side of my body as he rests his weight on the counter.

“How do you feel?” He asks.

“Fine.”

“Your head?”

“I’m okay.”

“Good, now we can talk.” He says. I take a sharp intake of breath. Okay, he did not calm down at all.

“Going to a club, with fake ID’s, and getting drunk, when you’re not even legal yet, without telling me. Do you know how irresponsible and dangerous this is? Abigail, what were you thinking?” He trails off, and I pull out my only argument, hoping it would make us even.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to a club either.” I reply.

“I told you I was spending the night out with my friends, I did not lie to you, I forgot to precise where I was going, which you didn’t ask. But I did ask you where you were going and you said you were spending the night at Beatrice’s, you lied to me.” He replies, completely destroying my defense. I look down at my knotted fingers in defeat.  

“I don’t like you lying to me like this. And that guy who molested you, what would you have done if I wasn’t there? Who would have helped you? Beatrice?” He says, and I sigh. He’s right, he’s always right, it’s infuriating.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you. You have to be more responsible, Abigail.” He says. He’s always using my full name when he scolds me, it makes me feel like a kid, that’s what my mom used to do. I keep silent.

“And I’m throwing this away.” He says, proceeding my fake ID card from his pocket and throwing it into the bean. There go my thirty dollars of suffering.

“This is illegal-”

“We don’t need to talk about this, I was wrong and it was stupid of me. I’m sorry, and thank you for taking care of me. It won’t happen again.” I cut him off, wanting to stop his lecturing. Everything is over now, I’m safe and I learnt a lesson, I just want him back with me. “That’s immediately more mature of you.” He compliments, still sounding severe. “I don’t ever want to have this discussion again, do you hear me?” He asks, and I nod vigorously. I don’t ever want to have his discussion again either.

“Good.” He says, and then he kisses me, tender and sweet, and I know he’s back with me. He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and his lips ghost over my neck, sending chills throughout my body.  "I’m going to take a shower.“ He murmurs into my ear, nibbling at my earlobe. I hum incoherently, savoring the feeling of his lips on my skin.

"Do you want to come with me?” He asks, pulling me out of my reverie. Taking a shower with him? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I’m too scared of being naked in front of him, I don’t know why. But I don’t want to give him that excuse, and I look desperately for another one.

“Okay, that’s fine.” He breathe, his eyes softening. He understood. I want to blush. How can he read into me like that? “I’ll be quick.” He says, giving my lips a small peck. With that he disappears to the bathroom. When Mark is done showering I take my turn and definitely wash yesterday’s events away under a hot shower. When I’m all dry, I wrap a towel around my body and walk back into Mark’s room to steal a T-shirt and a pair of boxers from him. Mark is laying on is bed, on his phone, and he smiles sa he sees me.

“23 minutes.” He says. Is he talking about the time I spent under the shower? “Did you have a party inside or what?” He jokes and I giggle. 23 minutes isn’t long, is it? I take out a T shirt and a pair of boxers from his drawer. “I’m a girl, leave me alone.” I reply. As I walk around his bed to go back to the bathroom, Mark  grabs my hand and pulls me towards him, making me fall on the bed next to him. I squeal as he wraps his strong arms around me from behind, holding me close to his chest as he nibbles at the skin of my neck. We lay hers for a moment without saying a word, and I’m just enjoying his fresh perfume. I roll onto my back as a question pops inside my head.

“What were you doing out with your friends last night?” I ask him.

“We were celebrating Jackson’s engagement.” He replies. I remember I’ve never seen his friends before, and Id be curious to see how he is with them. Suddenly I remember him talking to his friend last night, saying my name.

“Your friends know about me?” I ask.

“Of course, yeah.” He says. So, he’s not ashamed about me? About dating a 18 years old girl?

“And they understand?” I ask, and he hums positively.

“They’d love to meet you.” He says.

“Really?” I ask.

“I’ll introduce you, someday. They’re cool.” He says. Meeting his friends? It’s a big step, maybe not as big as meeting his parents, but still. i wonder how him and I look from the outside. Do we look compatible? Surely not. I’m sure his friends would rather see him with a model.

“What?” Mark asks. Did I think too loud?

“You could literally have any girl you want. Why me?” I ask, realizing too late that I had said it out loud.

“I want you.” He replies, and I turn my head to him.

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason, Abigail?” He shifts on his forearm so his laying on his side and towering above me, brown, loving eyes diving into mine. How can this man love me?

“The fact that someone like you could love me seems so… unreal.” The words are out of my mouth before I can know, and I immediately regret them. He frowns.

“But I do, Abby. I’ve told you so many times.” He coos.

“What do I have that other girls don’t?”

“Both of this,” He taps my temple with index. “And this.” He taps the place where my heart is. “I shouldn’t let go a girl who read all the Harry Potter’s and loves Spyair.” I giggle like the schoolgirl I am. We do have similar music tastes, but then it could mean he could date Bea too.

“What else?” For the first time I seem to be genuinely liking his flattery. “These.” His finger strokes my mouth and his eyes briefly darken as he glances down at my lips then back up at my eyes. Oh, cocky Mark is my favorite. “And those.” He squeezes my cheeks and his eyes lighten with playfulness. “And this.” His finger runs along my nose and I crinkle it.“And this. This. And this.” He kisses my eye, ear and chin. “And I love all of this.” He unfolds my towel, revealing my naked body, his glowing eyes never leaving the blue of mine. I’m taken aback, and a strong blush heats my face.

For the first time I’m completely exposed to him, and it’s embarrassing. I want to cover myself an run away"From here.“ He places is index on the dip base of my neck."To here.” His finger runs down between my collarbones, my breasts and across my belly and he stops at my navel, his eyes never leaving mine. My breathing changes, I shiver as something wakes up inside of me.“And from here…” He stares into my eyes as he cups my sex, running his middle finger along my slit, parting my lips. My mouth open as I gasp.

“To here.” He eases a finger inside of me and I moan.  He gently, slowly, thrusts his finger in and out and nuzzles my neck and I am lost.“Is this okay, baby?” He murmurs into my ear. “Yes.” I breathe, my eyes closing themselves as I focus of the pleasure he gives me. He buries his face in my neck and kisses me, his soft lips sending chills throughout my body. His fingers continues its sweet torture and I love the feeling. I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning. “Don’t hold back, baby. Show me you like it.” He says, and forcing me to oblige, he slides a second finger inside of me. “Ah!” I cry out as he fills me up some more. His tongue flicks against the skin of my neck and I moan louder and louder.

He moves his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, and my head starts to spin as I lose myself in the pleasure. His thumb starts to tease my clit, and the sudden wave of pleasure feels like an electroshock. “Ah!” My hips starts to move on their own, savoring the sweet torture of his fingers. I circle my hips and grind onto his hand, and he picks up pace, pushing me closer to my edge. No, no, no! I don’t want to love this, it’s the same pleasure that Liam felt when he abused me. Mark continues to move his fingers inside of me, round and round, in and out, rubbing them against my walls, and the pleasure is stronger than my will.

“Mark, please!” I moan incoherently, tilting my head to the side and giving him better access to my neck as he devours my skin. One of my hand grabs his arms and the other grabs his hand, holding him still as I move my hips at an erratic speed. My breathing heaves as I quicken, and I can’t control myself anymore.

“Let go, baby.” Mark rasps into my ear.

“No!” I moan, but my body savors the pleasure. I think I’m reaching the no returning point, my body is on fire, and I can’t seem to control myself. All I can sense is the pleasure, bigger, stronger. “I said, let go, Abby.” Mark growls, and his words have my undoing. My body roars as I come and come, and I love this taste of ecstasy. The volatile sensation disappears, and my body returns to peace, and after a moment, I open my eyes. Mark’s face is still buried in my neck, and he kisses me softly.

“Why do you do this?” He asks against my skin. “What?” I breathe. He whips his hand on my towel, and I’m glad he can’t see me flush. “Why don’t you want to come?” He asks.
“Because I feel guilty.” I reply quietly. Mark lefts his face and locks his eyes with mine. “Why?” He asks, his brows furrowed. I shrug the question away, not wanting to tell him. I make a move to get out of the bed, but he holds me back.

“No, Abby. Don’t do this.” He says.

“Do what?” I ask, covering myself with my towel.

“Don’t run away from me.” He says, his eyes searching into mine. Am I running away? I search into his eyes. What is he saying? “Please, Abby.” He insists, and I sigh, giving in.

“I feel like I shouldn’t like it so much, after what happened to me.” I explain.

“I shouldn’t even like sex, and yet you…” I sigh, unable to put words on the sorcery he’s got me under. I don’t know what exactly he does to me, I don’t know how I should call it. All I know is that it’s making me… whole.

“Baby, sex is not weird nor disgusting, nor wrong, when it’s with someone you love.” He says.

“Rape is about forcing one’s feeling on someone else. But if you love me like I love you, then it should feel right, and it’s completely okay to like it.” He adds. The pleasure he’s giving me has nothing to do with what Liam did to me, because Mark loves me and I love him.

I understand this is all about love, but then something occurs me.

“What would I do if you ever left me?” I murmur. The thought is horrifying. I can’t imagine myself without him, he became so indispensable to me. His lips curl upward.

“You don’t even have to worry about this, baby. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He murmurs before kissing me. I would love not worrying about this, but I’m not confident enough. I’m everything he doesn’t know, I’m eight years younger and he only dated older girls; he is beautiful and sexy, and smart, and sweet, how can I possibly hold him?

“You should tell Bea.” Mark says after a moment of silence.

“You think?”

“Yes. You were right since the start, and you should have told her when she told you she liked me.” He replies. He’s right, I really have to tell her. I imagine her reaction, she’s going to be so mad. What if she’s so mad that she never forgives me?

“I’m scared I’ll lose her.” I whisper.

“I know.” Mark murmurs, kissing my hair. I’ll tell her when Mark brings me home. I remember my clothes are at Aurianne’s.

“I have nothing to wear, did I leave any clothes last week?” I ask him.

“Your jeans and a pair of sneakers. I can give you a T-shirt.” He says. “Oh, perfect.” I sigh.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.” He says. I realize I’m hungry too. “I’ll cook us something.” I say, getting out of his bed. In an excess of I don’t know what, I let my towel fall onto the floor.

“So you do touch knives.” Mark says, putting his hands behind his head.

“You’d be surprised.” I slip his shirt on and wink at him.

“I’d love to watch you, but I have copies to correct.” He replies as I put on his underwear. “Alright, I’ll holler when the food is ready.” I reply, walking out of his room.

Now that we’ve talked about Bea, I remember I haven’t called her since yesterday, I need to know if she’s okay. I fond my phone in the kitchen, and see I have two missed calls from her. Oh, skilled mr Tuan who’s got me moaning so loud that I can’t even hear my phone ringing. I call her back.  "Abigail! Are you still at mr Tuan’s?“ Is the first thing she says when she picks up. Thank god, she’s okay.

"Yes. Are you guys okay? How did you go home?” I ask.

“Taxi.”

“Everyone okay?”

“Yeah, we’re having a major hangover right now.” She giggles.

“Okay, I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

“We’re fine, come back soon. You have things to tell me.” She says, and I can almost see her squirm.

“Yeah.” I reply.

“Bye.” She says before hanging up. I wander in the kitchen for a moment, trying to find inspiration. What can I cook for my man? I’m not much of a great cook, but I want to impress him. Impress him with what? I only have the basic skills. I result to pasta a la Carbonara for today. I’ve only cooked it once and it was okay, so why not? Practice is the key of progress after all.

Mark and I are in his car as he brings me hack to our secret meeting point. The weather is a bit fresh outside, so he lent me one of his hoodies. At some point it even starts to rain.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you at your house?” Mark asks me.

“No. I’ll run.” I reply. I don’t like the rain, but we can’t take any risk. The ride gets quiet until Mark breaks the silence.

“Does Bea know what happened to you?” He asks me. What a stupid question

“Of course she does.” I have to refrain myself from adding a sassy ‘duh’ at the end of my answer.

“Don’t make it sound so obvious, please.” He says dryly.

“Well, she’s my best friend, so it’s pretty self-evident.” I reply.

“But it’s not when it comes to your boyfriend.” He mumbles more to himself than to me, but loud enough so I can hear him. “Now you’re being unreasonable.” I reply.

“Me? Unreasonable? Oh, please.” He says, exasperated. I don’t even know why he’s getting mad, as if he thought I was going to say no. I think he was just looking for a fight

. “You’re always insisting, it’s so annoying. You knew the answer to that question, you do it on purpose.” I reply.

“It just goes beyond me, Abby. I don’t understand how you cannot want to tell me about this, it’s not being unreasonable, it’s being normal. How can you think a relationship can work if you keep such things secret?” He says.

“I don’t know, I know nothing about relationships. All I know is that I’m not ready yet.” I reply. What does he not understand? I’ve told him so many times all I needed was time. I hate talking about that event, it’s physical. It’s really hard for me, yet I’m trying, for him. He’s just never satisfied.

“How long-”

“I just need time!” I cut him off, losing my cool. Jeez! Does he not feel bad pushing me like this? He’s so impatient.

“We’ve been together for almost three months and I still don’t know what happened to you?” He replies, parking his car at our quiet place.

“You don’t need to know!” I articulate. He keeps insisting on this as if it could jeopardize our relationship. But we’ve been together for almost three months, and I thought we were good. I thought he was happy with our relationship.

“How can you say that? All I want-”

“It’s always about what you want!” I cut him off. It’s always about him. Him nit wanting me to do this or that, him wanting to be on top, him being mad at me. He’s being so selfish! I don’t understand him. What is this fuss about?


“It’s just about sex, right?” I ask bitterly?

“What?” He asks.

“It’s just about sex, right? You want me to open up just so you can fuck me without feeling guilty!” I spit. I can almost see his anger, like a dark aura radiating from him.

“Be careful with what you say, Abby.” He growls, his voice calm yet hard. It’s so chilling. I think it’s the maddest Mark can be. So mad that he doesn’t even scream. And once again he’s mad at me. He pushes me until I burst out, and then he gets mad at me. I can’t stand this man.

“Fuck you.” I reply on the same tone as him, and I storm out of his car.

“Abby, come back here!” He calls, getting out of his car as well. There he is again, calling me as if I was his dog, his fucking asset. I want him to stop, for good. I turn around abruptly, almost colliding with his chest. He glares down at me, hair dampening because of the rain.

“You know what? Fuck you!” I snarl.

“If what I give to you is not enough, then go fuck yourself!” I turn on my heels, but he grabs my arm and violently pulls me against him. His eyes are burning with fury. He’s furious, and so am I.

“If you think for one second that I’m gonna crawl back to you after this,” He threatens through gritted teeth. I’m tired of his threats, I won’t let him have any kind of power on me.

“Fuck you!” I spit back, yanking my arm away. I turn on my heels and pace away from him. My hair and my clothes are drenched, and I’m freezing.

My body gives up on me, and I have to lean against the nearest wall to prevent myself from collapsing. Suddenly, I’m in pain. I can’t tell if it’s the rain or tears that are rushing down my face, but I can feel it, I can see it, I can hear it, my heart is breaking. The pain is mental, physical, metaphysical, and I sob as the weight of what I’ve done sinks into me, crushing my heart as it does; I am shaking. I turn around, and his car is not there anymore. I run both of my hands in my hair, pulling at it as hard as I. What have I done?

Today it is graduation day. His dad asked me to go to his school this morning, because his professer called them last night and they decided to give him degree. He was worry about his master degree, and now, he must be very happy.

Diego was supposed to be an environmental art designer. He always complain how much he does not like this job, but the salary and bonus are very very good, he might make his first one million very soon, so he can move to europe and start a new life there, which is his dream. But he can not go anywhere now.

He asked me to type this letter down for him and post it on his blog after he pass away. Because he could not write to everyone, his arms even could not move. He smiled and teared when we wrote this letter, I can tell how much he liked you and how sad he was.

That day was his birthday. We spent the whole afternoon to write this letter. He was so weakness and fell asleep very soon after we done. His body got worse on sunday, they sent him into ICU again. The last time I saw him was the day before he died. He woke up once for about one minute, the nurse said he opened his eyes and stared at her. But I didn’t see that. That was the last minute he saw this world.

I didn’t go to his funeral, it is so hard, I am still feeling sad when I think anything of him. And I should log in his blog and post this letter a month ago, but there was a time I even don’t want to hear his name. It is sad. He was and will always be my best friend.

Today it is a big day for him, I think it is the right time to do what I promised to him. Here is what he left to you.

Dear friends,

It’s been long time no see you, I miss you super much. I wish I can still be there to talk with you guys, but my head and body are fucking me, I can’t control them. This is the last message I leave to you guys. I already died when you read it. I love you guys, and I am so glad and grateful to know you in my life.

Mel, my best sister, how are you. I am so sorry I didn’t come back that saturday night, I shouldn’t go out, it was about noon and bloody cold outside, why the fuck I decided to go out, I am so stupid.  I remembered that you said you want to tell me something that night, and I am super wondering what it is, that bitch make trouble to you again? or you really punched her and grabbed her ugly dress down like what I told you to do? I wish they fired her already, she is super annoying, a real slut. But like I always say, just ignore her and tell your boss what she did if she still makes trouble to you. She is stupid, all the people like you, but her, she gets mental issue. The jealousy makes her foolish, she must be very painful whenever she meets you haha, like咬牙切齿(Yao Ya Qie Chi). She is actually a poor thing, we should sorry for her, don’t let her make you down ok?…Oh, you know what, I was thinking about to take a picture for you. Trust me, you won’t recognize me at all if we meet on street. because of the medicines and hormone, I am bloody fat now. Actaully Chen took one, but I asked him to delete it very soon. Hahaha. I can’t let anyone to see this fat me, you know me haha. I wish I could die beautiful, but now, damn! look at me. Can I ask them to send me to south korea first :p  Now you are going to say Choy Choy Choy to me right? Haha, that doctor said I am dying, so it doesn’t matter now. oh oh, forget to tell you, I dreamed Ben Allen again, twice, Yay! and Alex Dunstan, Tom Webb and my Matthew, they were all my classmates in my dreams, gosh, I want a boyfriend, stop being my classmates ok? and we didn’t do anything. Ewwwww. Tom Nicon, remember him? remember I told you once I dreamed Martin Conte, it was the graduation day, he saw me and ran to me, but a car crushed him down? That dream was the same story, but I saw Tom first and I called his name very loudly, he turned around, smiled to me, he looks like an angle, I ran to him, but the damn car crushed me down, duh, then I woke up. That dream was so real. I think Tom is an real angle now, and he is coming for me. if I can see him again in heaven, then it is not too bad to die, haha…now your little bro want to tell you a secret, I planned to go to singapore at your wedding day, I’ve been thinking about it for almost one year, that would be a big surprise, won’t it? But I can’t make it come true now, I wish you will meet that right man soon, and marry to him, and then move to north europe. Haha. I will pray for you every second in heaven.You must be happy all the time,sister. I love you ❤

Alex and Andrey, my bros, I miss you guys. There must be many interesting things happened in the past 2 months. I am super bored, they don’t allow me to use internet, I can’t read news, check out my blogs, and read your email anymore, but E~~~~mail me please, tell me all the things, so we can still have connections after I die :p  I am so selfish, haha, don’t send to my yahoo mail, they will delete my account in few months if I don’t log in.J

Alex, you are the most nicest guy I’ve ever meet. You are smart and goodlooking, but you really wanna be a picky man forever, don’t you?  You are 24 years old already, 30 is waving hands to you, wake up, wake up! just go to find a real boyfriend in real life, ok? Matthew Bell, Benjamin Ediem, Arthur Gosse has girlfriends, even our queen B is straight (WTF, can you believe it, he is straight.), they won’t fuck you, it is unreal to find a hot gay super model boyfriend, you will die alone for sure if you still have this silly dream, like me. Look at you bae, you are pretty and hot, Andrey told me there are tons of hot guys are fucking you with their eyes when they see you on street, move your ass out of your room and hang out with him or other friends ok? you are wasting your life. Haha, don’t call me mom, bitch, I know you are yelling ”Are you my mom?” when you read this.

And Andrey, don’t cry for me. I know you will cry like a bitch, but don’t, have I ever tell you that you are super ugly when you cry, I was laughing out loudly in my mind while you were crying last time we skyped, I should screenshot a picture and send to Pavel, and see if he still love you. hahaha. He is a good guy, I know I said don’t go back to him many times, but you know, I didn’t mean it, I was just so angry. But you know, the thing is it is not easy to find a good guy who really love you in this circle. He really loves you, and you love him too, you should just forgive him.You always say ‘Men thinks with their pennis?’ come on, He got drunk, you can’t expect a drunk man still can control his drunk pennis. He only did it once in your 3 years relationship, plus he was actually raped by that bitch that night. So please call him right now, ok? and don’t let him get drunk again. Tell him I like him, but he has no opportunity to hit my butt in this life. Haha. And please promise me that you will take care of Alex. Take him to club or party from time to time, or go shopping, just don’t let him stay at home alone all the time. He can just stare at those model’s photos for whole day and night in front of his laptop. Those models are hot, but they are unreal, there are many hot boys in Russia, ask Pavel to introduce some good guy to him, ok? You don’t want to see he is still a virgin when he gets 30, right? (OMG, he will kill me if he see this, but I am truely worry about him.) Be friends with him forever ok? I love you guys super super super super much. Don’t forget me bitches.

Alvaro, buddy, I’m dying, so can you trust me that I don’t hate you? haha, I know I stop being friend with you for almost a year, but to me, you are always a friend, a good friend. And I didn’t do what that strange girl said, I have to say this, this is only thing make me disappoint between us, you should believe me and I should just let it go. But I’m dying now, so whatever. And buddy, I can’t go to knock at your door anymore. And I am pretty sure you won’t die alone. Just be happy!

Alvin, I am thinking how many times we back to each other, at least 10? That was so stupid and funny. How childish we were. We know each other so long and so much, remember those stupid nonsense conversations we talked from night till the next day’s morning? That was unforgettable. But Alvin, You are a real bitch, which I can’t stop liking, too many bad things happened between us tho, I am not regreting to know you in my life.

Bloody weird, I thought over for mins, I thought I have many things to say to you, maybe we talked too much before? I suddenly don’t know what to say now. Except a chinese song which is playing in my mind again and again, it always make me thinking of us whenever I hear it.

“…If there is a next life, I don’t wanna be your friend, it is hurt, and if we stop being friend, you may forget me very soon. I rather to be a kitty or puppy, just stay with you without thinking anything till die. Or I will be your enemy, you will remember all the things I did to you, no matter you like or not, there is always a place for me in your heart…”

My dear Alvin, Is that funny? You lost me again. We can finally say goodbye forever now. And this time I won’t be back.

Andrea, I don’t know if you can see this message, you are so busy rencently. Photographer huh, so cool! I am so proud of you. You are the first guy I know on tumblr, I remember all the things between us, that was the best momeries in my life. Thank you. I wish you and mom are ok… and please tell Naide, I don’t understand italian, and she only writes in italian, so we only talked few times. She is a nice girl as you always say, I like her. Ohohoh, the last thing, can you do me a faver? Next time if you meet Clement again during Madrid Fashion Week, can you give him a big hug for me and tell grandpa that I like him :p haha..

Igor and Maxximilian, sorry mate, if I know I will die young, I will do what you want me to do for sure. Take care.


Istvan, bro, I should go to GuangZhou to find you right? maybe we can be real friend. I am so regreting now haha, maybe if I go to GuangZhou, I won’t die, haha. I wish you are happy always, and I wish people can see Elsewhere Magazine in bookstore soon. You are amazing. (Guys, Elsewhere is a amazing magazine, please check out my blog, and you will find the link on sidebar. )

Jon, what should I say to you huh? Bitch, you owe me a photo. I still haven’t see it before I die. Can you burn it to me? Hahah, kidding. Wish your dream will come true, German香肠s Yay!!! And 臭老头, like what I said to Alex, you can’t get Janis, he is straight, even your body is amazing, he won’t fuck you. wake up! I really wish you will find a good boy who really likes you. Don’t waste your time on somebody you can’t get when you are still young. 我真的后悔我没能跟你成为非常亲密的朋友,平时也都是聊的乱七八糟的。但是我很高兴有你这个朋友。Those nonsense conversations are actually interesting. I had a lot of fun with it. Remember I always call you 死鬼? I am a real死鬼 now, haha. Take care, 臭老头。 (And David, we are not friend, so stop sending weird mails to me, ok? I don’t trade nuddie, but if you still want to see my naked body, I don’t mind to send some to you after I die. Go to find Jon, he is hot. )

Mikey, where are you, I registered a facebook account, I was about to tell you, but you just disappeared. I found out Zach’s fb, but he seems doesn’t use it anymore. I miss you buddy.

Radgan and 13, we know each other for months, oh Radgan, we know each other for years, right? we talked a lot recently, gosh, I still don’t know your names. But I understand. You guys are really good friends. 13 we should know each other early, right? you are really nice, but please don’t drink too much, I don’t want to see a drunk Japanese people who falls asleep naked on subway on heaven channel in someday :p By the way, Chen read your twitter message to me weeks ago, yeah, I am very tired, and I am afraid I will have a loooooooooooooooooooooooog vacation soon. haha. Take care, mate.

Samuel, 妞, 我们都认识好多年了,肉麻的话我就不说了,一定要开心幸福哦 J

Sasha, my babe, I will miss you and your flirting, you are one of the most beautiful and nice boy i’ve ever met. Be cool babe,love ya.

And Arthur, Chris, Drew, Fuckyeahbenallen, Henrick,Habere-dicere-amare, James, Justin, Kevin, Misha, Michal, Mitch, Owen, Pohz, Rafsimons-xx(sorry I forget last 2 letters), Richard and other friends who I always to talk with, and all my followers, glad to know you all.

Ok, that is all. Time to say goodbye now. The evil nurse is coming, she doesn’t allow me to speak too much. I said I am fucking dying, don’t tell me what to do, and she just ignored me as always she does = =!. Somebody kill her for me, please, I hate her.

I love you guys.

Your Diego

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For @ariannenymerosmartell  Happy birthday Ari!

“Of course you can bring a friend home for the holidays,” Catelyn said, with the sort of tone that inhaled as she spoke. “Why on earth wouldn’t you be allowed?  Robb’s bringing Theon again, after all.”

“Thanks, Catelyn,” Jon said.  He still felt strange calling her that.  He did his best not to.  But his therapist said he should make space for himself, and calling her by her name was a way to do that.  He wasn’t a little boy any longer.  He could do this.  “It means a lot.  She’s not got anywhere to go, and it would suck to spend the holidays alone.”

He heard silence on the other end of the line.  “She?” Catelyn asked.  

Jon took a deep breath.  “Yes.  Dany.  She’s in my Military History since 1500 class.”  She was the only girl in it, and had spent most of the time glaring at the other male students when they talked down to her and then outflanking them during discussion sections leaving them all on their asses trying to gather their thoughts.  She reminded him of Arya.

“Dany,” Catelyn said slowly.  “Well…”  Jon prepared himself.  He’d been so relieved she’d said yes and now… “Well, she’ll have to sleep in Sansa’s room.  Or Arya’s.”

Jon heard in the background Arya’s energetic statement, “She can stay in my room,” and he sighed to himself and leaned against the door of the tiny bedroom he shared with Sam.  

“She’ll stay with Arya,” Catelyn said, and Jon heard himself thanking her again.

“I want to talk to him,” he heard Arya say and then the sound of the phone shuffling, and Arya asking, point-blank, “So.  Who’s your girlfriend, then?”


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drunk in love

6238 words, fwb!au with fratboy!tae and a tiny sprinkle of 2min because im trash lol

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side note: tbh i only wanted to write fratboy!tae at a club but holy shit this turned out extremely long

*AASA: asian american student association

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Everything starts, 500 kisses before and no alcohol involved, at a charity kissing booth in front of the school’s activity center for AASA’s ‘raise awareness for the children’ campaign.

Usually, the association plan things like carwashes, dunking pools, or selling calendars to raise funds but this year, with Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok calling the shots, you don’t have to hear the plan to already know it’s going to be bad.

And stupid.

“It’s a stupid idea,” you repeat as Hoseok walks you to the booth, smiling like rainbows and chocolate sprinkles combined.

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carryonmysupernatural  asked:

Could you maybe make a companions react to SS getting really into the Christmas spirit?? Like ugly sweaters and everything. //Yes, I know Christmas is still hella far away but still. ^u^ //

Yes. I will do that. But I don’t know if santa claus is a thing in fo4…so Ima just add that anyways. Because yeah. 

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Piper: Gawks at the ugly sweater Sole is wearing and how did they even find that thing? When Sole offers her one she declines nicely, only to have Sole force it on her light a rampaging mad man. 

Preston: Is shocked to see the Castle lit up in christmas lights, small little pictures of…is that a man in a red suit and beard? He asks who that is and when Sole describes the story of Santa Claus he feels his heart drop. “That’s creepy, kids liked that?”

Cait: Is forced to wear the ugly sweat no matter how she protested. And when she tried to take it off Sole store at her with the eyes of a hawk, the kind that had intentions of killing. Cait is a bit scared. Won’t admit it. But yeah, scared. 

Curie: Absolutely loves it, wearing the ugly sweater willingly, sings little hymns with Sole and even goes as far as finding a bunch of sticks and attempts to create a snow man out of them. Instead she’s forced to just draw one on a piece of paper. 

Codsworth: He likes the idea of christmas, but he doesn’t have any specific memories of the holiday since Sole had bought him in the summer and the bombs had dropped in October. He refuses to wear the ugly sweaters though, no matter how much Sole begs. 

Danse: Is in a raging mess when he finds his power armor decorated in lights and covered in red and white paint. He confronts Sole of the problem they have caused and is instead shut up with cake and an ugly sweater. Not by his choice. 

Deacon: Fucking loves it! Loves the lights, the songs, the ugly sweaters! Hell, he even manages to make a little sleigh that Santa would have used. Sole is hugging him for an hour straight for the surprise. 

Hancock: Remembers the day like it were yesterday. Is surprised people still celebrate it in the Commonwealth after so much destruction. But if anyone could make it feel alive and shining, it’s Sole. Though he strays from the ugly sweater. 

MacCready: He likes the songs, doesn’t mind the stories or the weird food. But he hides whenever Sole come out looking for them with that horrendous sweater. Nuh uh, never wearing that. Ever. 

Nick Valentine: The holiday is a bit sore for him. It’s one of those Memories old Nick has that’s clearer than most. Old Nick and Jenny are in the kitchen drinking egg nog and snuggling, listening to some old songs. It hurts a little bit, but it brings a smile to his face to see Sole so excited and willing to celebrate after what’s happened to them. He tries to use them as a reminder of how he should act around the holiday. 

X6-88: Doesn’t understand the need to celebrate this odd holiday. When Sole tries to explain it to him he finds that it’s just a waste of time. He claims so too as well. But Sole in the end has him in one of those ugly sweaters, that he actually doesn’t mind surprisingly, and helps put up the lights. 

Strong: Doesn’t care, even lets Sole put on a very large sweater. It’s hot and he doesn’t like it but one look from Sole and he’s still. He doesn’t even dare lift the edges. 

Dogmeat: Has a little doggy sweater on and fake antlers on the top of his head. Sole has even gone as far as dapping a little paint on the tip of his nose. Not enough to hurt him but an amount clear enough as to suggest what it means. Dogmeat loves the holiday. Sole always gets him treats that day. 

So I wrote a valdangelo thing at 2AM to decompress from stage managing tech week of my play. 

Inspiration:

i accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and i did wonder when my friend got two cats but i didn’t question it) so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin au

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The first thing Leo felt was a pounding headache from a light brighter than behind his eyelids. He wrinkled his nose and turned in toward the couch seat. After a few seconds, he realized there was someone talking nearby.

“Hazel, there’s a half-naked man on my couch and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Huh. Piper’s voice had changed a lot since he’d last seen her. A lot deeper. Who the heck was Hazel?

“No; I definitely didn’t invite him in late last night.”

OK, Leo was reasonably sure that wasn’t Piper’s voice. Maybe he should investigate this further. He groaned and started pushing himself upright.

“Oh gods Hazel, he’s moving. What do I do?”

Yup. The goth boy in the skinny jeans looking like a deer in headlights was definitely not Piper. He was pretty sure Piper didn’t have four different posters celebrating the new Mythomagic 3DS release, either.

“This… isn’t Piper’s house, is it?” Leo asked slowly.

“No,” the boy said just over a whisper with a cute little head shake. “Who’s Piper?” He blinked, and looked to the landline phone in his hand with a frown. “What do you mean she’s my neighbor? How do you know that and I don’t?”

Psh.  A landline. It had a slinky chord and everything. Who even had those anymore? 

“Okay, okay, yes I get it; I should talk to people more. I have to go. There’s a half-naked guy on my couch I have to take care of.” He seemed to realize what he said before Leo could crack a joke about it and stumbled through the words, “Not like–Goodbye, Hazel.” And quickly hung up the phone before realizing the chord was still wrapped around him.

Leo couldn’t help but grin as the boy untangled himself. He might have even laughed if his skull stopped throbbing behind his eyes. It was a shame he was so hungover, ‘cause the guy was pretty cute when he was flustered, and Leo couldn’t fully appreciate him at the moment.

“So, um,” goth boy ran his hand through his dark curls as his eyes darted toward Leo and then away. “You…. do you have a shirt?”

“I think so,” Leo said, patting his chest, and looking around the room. “Honestly, I don’t remember much after my fourth Sonic Screwdriver. I remember taking off my shirt but I can’t remember if it was before or after I broke in.”

“So, uh, why exactly did you break in?”

“Well, see,” Leo flopped his arms over the back of the couch as he continued his search for his missing garment. “We were all at Jackson’s stupid party, and my best friend – that’s Piper – decides she wants to hook up with my ridiculously attractive roommate, Jason, back at our place for some reason. And I’m like, 'No way man, I’ve gotta crash there.’ But she said I could stay at her place and, like, gave me a key.” Not seeing his shirt anywhere, Leo slumped back down onto the couch properly. “So, I get to her apartment, and the key doesn’t work. In retrospect, that was probably because it wasn’t her apartment, but  I was a little drunk and at the time and, really, picking the lock seemed like the next logical thing to do.”

He stared at Leo. “You picked the lock drunk?”

Leo shrugged and threw in a cocky smile for good measure. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“I, um,” Leo caught the boy’s dark eyes lingering on Leo’s chest before snapping up to his face. “I think you should go now.”

“Like this?” Leo asked, gesturing to his lack of clothes.

The boy’s olive cheeks tinged with pink as he turned away. “You can borrow one of mine. We’re about the same size.”

As he disappeared through the arch of the next room, Leo called after him, “Yeah, but you definitely have the better ass.”

For some reason, getting a black T-shirt thrown in his face from across the room was immensely satisfying. He giggled even as his head throbbed in protest. Leo pulled the shirt on, realized the tag was under his Adam’s apple, and decided he didn’t care enough to do anything about it.

Looking around, Leo thought his host was still in the other room before spotting him awkwardly holding the front door open. “You can go now.”

Leo whistled, regretting it for a moment before standing and making his way to the door, and said, “You sure don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Well, yeah. When a stranger breaks into my house I tend to want them out as soon as possible.”

Leo shifted his weight awkwardly and rubbed the knots in back of his neck. “Yeah. Sorry about that. And, uh, thanks for not calling the cops.”

“I still might,” he warned.

“Noted,” Leo said, walking out of the door. He turned to look at the boy one last time. “So, am I gonna learn your name, or am I fated to call you 'Piper’s hot neighbor’ for the rest of eternity?”

The pink returned to his cheeks, but he stood tall as he answered, “ 'Nico’ is fine.”

“Well, I’m Leo,” Leo said, offering his hand. As Nico shook it, Leo said, “I’ll give your your shirt back eventually. And maybe I’ll even knock next time.”

“Please do. Knocking is always preferred. Goodbye.”

And before Leo could get another word in, the door was closed in his face, the large 137 on the door rattling against the wood right at eye level. Glancing over at the 139 just one porch over, it was easy to see how drunk Leo had mixed the two houses up – they were nearly identical.

What an interesting difference one number made. Boy, did he have a story for Jason when he got back.

i’ll be seeing you.

[or, the one in which it’s two in the afternoon, and bellamy and clarke are wasted]

a/n: this was in my head all throughout the long haul to st. lucia, so here goes nothing. also, some of this fic references themes from the film ‘after the dark’. hardcore the 100 fans, please watch that movie. it’s right up your alley.

“Shit,” Bellamy murmurs under his breath as the world snaps back into focus. “Man.”

His hand slides over the pleather-y covering on his couch, catches warm skin under his grip. And there she still is, Clarke Griffin, staring up at the damn ceiling, head tilted back against the rest, with this dazed yet serious look in her eyes.

She whispers, “Yeah?”

“I’m really fucked up right now, Clarke, I’m sorry,” Bellamy admits, sheepish. He sits up, sees three of her and groans. His mismatched set of candle sticks are flickering out beside an abandoned bottle of wine, a dripping empty flask, and cold remnants of the lunch he’d made them. He frowns, embarrassed. “I must have blacked out for a second.”

An angry flush spreads like a hot storm over his freckles.

Clarke eyes him, licks her lips. “It’s okay.” She smiles, gentle and guarded, like she finds this hot mess of a first date endearing. “You’re actually sort of charming in your sleep. I like you better that way.” She raises her brows at him, and he smirks in return. Clarke tries to jab him in the side, but she misses by more than an inch and stifles a hiccup, clearly wasted as well.

Bellamy grins, “Yeah?”

Clarke’s slurring, but she still looks like the sun. “You were talking Ptolemy to me.”

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Stunning

Title: Stunning

Word Count: 734

Summary: Words have always been interesting to Ross.

A/N: So, disclaimer, I am no writer, but my writer friends have been encouraging and lovely, so here’s a drabble.

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Stunning, Ross thought, was a curious word. It rolled easily off the tongue, a gunshot between the lips and left an aftertaste of awe. Ross took another spoonful of the pasta Trott brought him from the Italian restaurant around the corner. It was a new taste for him, a bit salty, but not unpleasant. He should have asked Trott what it was called. He’d explain it to him.

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