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#1 Making out with NCT 127 + Ten

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Request by ano: can you write about making out with nct?? or at least ten from nct? x have a good day!


He would be a mixture between passionate and rough. I can see him showing you his love, but I don’t see him doing it gently. There would be a lot of teeth biting and sloppy kissing, and he would absolutely love when you straddled him. Because when you are in that position, you never know what can happen…


We all know Johnny is a giant, and i think he would use that as an advantage, to lift you up, or holding you close. When you guys were making out, I don’t think he would hold anything back. He would hold you up against the wall, and kiss you all over your face and neck. And just like Taeyong, he would definitely not be holding anything back


I see Taeil more to the shyer side, so I think he would like to just chill in bed with you, and make out with yoy, with a movie playing in the background. Very casual, but come om it’s cute af just imagine Taeil holding you in his arms. my heart can’t handle it.


This litlle shit would just love to have his hands on you. I can imagine him with that beautiful smirk on his lip, coming over to you, just to smack your butt. But of course giving you something back,by making out with you. of course while having his hands all over you. He would especially love to have his hands on your chest. He wouldn’t mind where you were making out, as long as he could touch your body.


I also see him as one of the shyer members. He would be confident though, and a real gentleman. He would hold your face while kissing you, like you were a flower. You wouldn’t make out very often, but when you did, Doyoung would make sure that you were comfortable and he would take his time with everything.


This cheeky little shit would be worse than Ten. He would have his hand everywhere on you, and would kiss you all over your body. He wouldn’t even mind if the boys were in the same room as you, like he will slap your butt if he feels like it. I mean he is your boyfriend after all. Yuta calls himself a manly man, so he would want to be in charge of your make out session, and would love to lay on top of you while you were making out. He would, just like Taeyong, be rough and passionate while holding you in his arms. 


He would be very shy. But it would be a cute shy. He would almost be afraid to touch you,. just like the other memebers, and in most cases, he would just end up kissing you. I think girls freak him out, so he would be extra careful not to make any mistakes, and be a gentleman.


Everyone sees him as a very rough lover, but I feel like he would be the opposite. He blushes really easily, and is the cutest person you will ever see. So I think your make out sessions would be filled with giggles, and just love. He will look at you with a look made purely out of love. He would hold you in his arms, and act like a gentleman. He would always ask if you were sure, befor trying something new. (but im not gonna lie he would love to have a hand on your butt while making out)


Since he is very young, I don’t think you would make out very often. But if you so happened to make out, I think he would be a blushing mess, not really knowing what to do, or where to put his hands. But Mark would be a gentleman with everything he does, because he wants to make sure none of your limits are crossed. what a sweetheart.

Donghyuck (Haechan):

Since is the youngest memeber, I don’t think he would make out with you. He would kiss you, and most definitely tease the living shit out of you.He would be saying stuff like “Oh wow your lips look so kissable today. I wonder if that is true” and it would leave you, not knowing what to say.Even though he would say comments lake that, he is very young and knows his manners, so he would of course not do anything you weren’t comfortable doing.

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Princess (M)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: namjoon x reader
word count: 2.6k
request: If it’s not too much to ask~ Can you do a Rap Monster smut where he’s dom and there’s lots of dirty talk?
a/n: uhm ANON WHY would you ask me to do this i’m honestly so done rn and I just want Namjoon all over me wOW

⚠️ ~ smut warning ~ ⚠️

You knew that look. The look that Namjoon gave you whenever he was thinking about having his hands tangled in your hair as you made him feel so, so good , or when he was thinking about pinning you up against the wall and making you beg him to make you feel as good as you made him feel. Oh, and did you beg.

But you knew the look only because Namjoon would sometimes just stare at you as his mind wandered when he wasn’t talking to anyone around him and you were near to him. He especially loved to think about these things when over people were around. On this occasion, it wasn’t all of BTS, but just the people who would tease you about Namjoon’s lust until the end of time. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. They didn’t dare tease their hyung, which was why you were at the centre of their periodic banter.

This time, however, it was a little different. You weren’t so much concerned about having Jungkook and Jimin tease you, but instead the only thing you could think about was Namjoon’s hands in your hair, as well as him pinning you against the wall. So the moment that Namjoon snapped back into reality, you were sure to make it known to him just what you wanted. “Joonie, baby.”

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guys i’ve been trying to figure out where johnny’s left leg is, like where is it being bent? Is it folded up against the wall bc i think i see a boot? but even that looks weird to me tho, I’m co n f use d

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Oliver/Felicity #22

22. “Can you hear that?” 

Hey, look, I wrote something smutty! And it’s not angsty! Been a while since that happened.

“You know,” Felicity says as Oliver hikes her up higher on his hips. “If I’d known this was how today was going to go, I’d have worn better underwear.”

Well, shit, he thinks. He was planning to kiss her up against this wall for a while longer before venturing under her skirt, but now he’s not going to be able to wait to find out what she’s hiding under there.

Spinning around fast enough to make her squeal, Oliver carries her over to the conference table and plops her down with a thump. Felicity throws her head back, laughing, and the sound of it loosens something deep in his chest. It’s been far too long since he’s heard her laugh like that—unreserved and spontaneous and carefree. It’s been too long since he’s been able to make her laugh like that.

She helpfully lifts her hips for him as he pushes her skirt up around her waist. When he gets to the promised land he grins, pausing to appreciate the sight. “I love your days of the week underwear,” he says, running his fingers over the word Wednesday splashed across her pubic bone. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed them.”

She huffs in feigned indignation, her pink lips forming a pout. “You’ve missed my underwear? Really? That’s what you’ve missed?”  

He locks eyes with her, one hand trailing up the inside of her thigh, and the other tracing the edge of her underwear. “I never said that’s all I’ve missed.”

He’s missed everything. Every inch of her, every second of every day. He’s missed her so much there were times he felt like he would suffocate from it. And now, by the grace of some miracle he’s afraid to examine too closely, she’s inviting him to touch her again, and he’s like a kid in a candy store, awed by the abundance of riches.

Oliver slides his hand under the elastic band and fuck, she’s so wet already, like she’s been aching for him as much as he’s been aching for her. Felicity shudders and tips her head back even farther, exposing her throat to him as she grinds against his hand.

“Oh my god,” she sighs as he slips a finger inside her. “I’ve missed this.”

“This?” he says, adding a second finger. “Or this?” he asks as he drags his thumb across her clit.

She answers with an incoherent moan, and he lunges forward to bury his face in her neck. Her pulse flutters beneath his lips as he sucks hungrily at the delicate skin, not caring if he leaves a mark.

Her hands find his face, tilting his head up to hers. “I missed you,” she says, cheeks flushed, gazing at him with eyes that are dark with desire. It’s almost too much to bear, how much he loves her, how he never stood a chance without her.

“Felicity—” he starts, blinking hard, but she cuts him off with a kiss.

“Oliver,” she mumbles into his mouth, arching against him. “I’m going to need you to fuck me now. Like, right—” Her hands find their way to his belt buckle, tugging him closer. “—now.”

He has no idea what he did to deserve her, but he doesn’t need to be asked twice. His hands curl around her hips, yanking her to the edge of the table as she raises her legs for him, and he slides her underwear off, dropping them to the floor at his feet.

She has his belt undone by then, and she’s fumbling with the button of his pants, but it’s taking too long, so he helps her out. As soon as he’s got the zipper down she slips her hand into his underwear. The edges of his vision white out as she wraps her fingers around him, and he hears himself stutter her name.

He never thought he’d have this again, and he reaches up to touch her face, his fingertips caressing her cheekbone reverently as he brushes away a loose tendril of hair.

Felicity freezes suddenly, every muscle in her body tensing—including the hand wrapped around his dick. “Can you hear that?”

“What?” he says, but then he hears it, too. The sound of the elevator grinding into motion.

“Crap, it’s the team!” She pushes him off of her and hops down from the table.

“What are they doing here?” Oliver mutters, frantically fastening his pants.

She smooths down her skirt and then reaches up to fix her disheveled ponytail. “We told them to meet us here, remember?”

No, he doesn’t remember. How can he be expected to remember something like that when Felicity’s hand was in his pants only moments ago?

“This is precisely why I didn’t want a team,” he grumbles, trying futilely to adjust his erection so it’s less painful—and less noticeable.

“Not it’s not.” She grabs his face and wipes the lipstick off his mouth. “You didn’t want a team because you don’t like change.”

“I’m firing them,” he says, wincing as she scrubs at his face. “Ow.”

She rolls her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

The elevator dings, and they jump apart. Just as the doors start to slide open, Oliver spots Felicity’s “Wednesday” underwear lying on the floor. Lightning quick, he scoops them up and shoves them deep in his pocket.

“Hi!” Felicity says cheerfully, stepping forward to greet the newbies as they emerge from the elevator.

“You’re all fired,” Oliver announces. “You can go home.”

“What the hell?” Rene says, stopping short.

Felicity turns around and punches Oliver in the arm. “He’s just kidding,” she says with a false, bright laugh. “You know what a kidder Oliver is.”

Curtis furrows his brow in bemusement. “Um …”

“I’m not kidding,” Oliver insists.

“Yes,” Felicity says, glaring daggers at him, “he is.”

“If y’all are busy, we could go,” Curtis offers helpfully, cementing his place as Oliver’s favorite of the new recruits.

“We’re not busy,” Felicity says. “I mean, we’re not busy,” she clarifies, gesturing between her and Oliver. “We’re all busy, because we have to do that thing tonight. All of us. Together.”

“What thing?” Oliver says, frowning at her. Whatever it is, he’s definitely canceling it.

“You know, that thing? With the shipment? The thing that’s time-sensitive and can’t be put off.”

Right. Fuck. One of their sources tipped them off that Church is planning to hijack a shipment of federal military equipment earmarked for the SCPD that’s coming in tonight. It’s actually kind of important.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Everyone suit up.”

“So we’re not fired?” Rory asks uncertainly.

“Of course you’re not fired,” Felicity assures him.

“Yet,” Oliver adds under his breath.

“You sure?” Evelyn asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Maybe you wanna argue about it for a while longer?”

“We’re sure,” Felicity says and shoos them toward their gear. “Now go. Suit up. We have work to do.”  

They go, muttering amongst themselves and casting wary looks behind them.

Oliver starts to trudge after them, but Felicity grabs him by the arm. “Not you.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, lifting an eyebrow as he turns back to her.

She holds her hand out. “I believe you have something that belongs to me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells her, poker-faced.

“My underwear,” she hisses. “Give it back.”



“I’m keeping it as a downpayment. Until we finish conducting the very important business we started earlier.”

Her eyes widen. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Sorry, gotta go,” he says, winking at her as he backs away. “I have to do that thing, remember?”

“Oliver!” she calls after him. “I’m going to get you back for this!”

God, he hopes so.


I’d be forced to fight against the end-goals of alt-right groups because of my philosophy, but I’d also be forced to defend myself against Antifa who want me dead/beaten/etc because I probably fall into their category of fascism.

I want to support equality of all kinds, but the LGBT+ community is a drama-soaked monster, the BLM movement defends armed and strongarm robbers/felons and it’s members or supporters support violence against innocent people, and feminist have and continue to make wry, hypocritical jokes at the expense of male rape victims.

Centrists think my position is too extreme, Democrats and Republicans both think it’s borderline or literally extremist. Anarchists think I love government, and Authoritarians think I’m an anarchist. 

Communists would line me up against the wall and shoot me, socialists would likely want me jailed or monitored.

I’m stuck in a weird category called “Martian Ideas” and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Originally posted by alessia1995

Imagine: Playing frisbee with Clint, only you are both using Captain America’s shield as the frisbee.

“We’re gonna get into so, much trouble, Clint” you giggled as you grabbed the frisbee in mid-air, Clint just shrugged from across the room, a massive grin on his face “go long! you called back and threw the makeshift frisbee with a little more force than last time.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner” he ran, jumping up against a wall and grabbing the frisbee easily “you weirdly start to do parkour like Steve does with this thing” he chuckled, holding the shield, Clint and his many -not so - brilliant ideas thought that playing frisbee with the shield would be fun, so far, he is right. 

Yourself and Clint began throwing the shield back and forth, seeing how far you could both go, trying to get it to bounce off of stuff, it was surprisingly a lot more difficult than expected. A lot of fun; you decided that you’d have to steal it and take it the park, bigger area for more long distance. 

“What the hell are you both doing?” Steve’s voice rang through the room, the shield whizzed past Clint’s head and wedged into the wall, you both stood looking pretty guilty at Steve; as if two naughty children got caught drawing on the walls by their father, not far from the truth “this is an important piece of equipment and you’re treating it like a toy” he fumed slightly, walking to the shield and pulling it from the wall.

“Well, it is shaped like a toy from the 90′s” Clint shrugged, earning a glare from Steve who walked out, Clint glanced at you with a small smile and you both ended up doubled over in laughter with one another “we still taking the shield to the park, though, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“Duhhh” you chuckled 

(Hope you’re enjoying everything that is going up on the 28th & 29th so far, happy one year to the blog :D - Ro)

basicallyalwaystired  asked:

it's 5:59pm. the sky is probably dark by now, but i wouldn't know bc there are no windows in my basement. maybe im getting too deep & "emo" but i often think abt how dirt presses up against the outside of these walls & im effectively buried down here. i feel buried by emotion too if im honest. ive gotta decide where im going to school this fall by fri. found 1 that's perfect & accepts me but my mom won't agree. claims it's not realistic.i feel so suffocated & trapped. ig the basement is fitting.

i called it the sprout club bc of the image that we’re all buried by something, but we’re seeds, sprouts, pushing against the soil, and then against the wind, and we’ll endure it all until we become trees that give shelter to others. you’ll get there

tell me what time it is, what color the sky is, and what you’re thinking about. #thesproutclub


A year ago, in Robrondale | (14.05.2015) [Part 3/3]

I’ll be heading down to Florida on the 29th of this month for GeekyCon (formerly LeakyCon)! I’ll have pins/buttons, t-shirts, con-exclusive Harry Potter stuff, pillows, leggings, stickers, prints, tote bags, and more! (if you want an exact price on something please ask me!)

I’ll be at Artist’s Alley booth #AA10 in the Marketplace!

here’s my (tentative) cosplay list so you can find me at the con!

  • thursday: (NBC) Hannibal Lecter
  • friday: casual daredevil
  • saturday: matt murdock
  • sunday: casual bill cypher (look for the yellow jacket)
The many Sundays going to bed as a TCer.

Me: OMG SCHOOL TOMORROW TC YAY NO SLEEP WOO. *shakes uncontrollably from TC high*

Me: *knocked out having some hella sexy dream about TC*

Me: *wakes up every hour with nightmares about TC moving away*

Me: *Cute ass dream that I don’t want to wake up from about TC*

Me: *stays awake thinking about what outfit to wear to impress TC*


Me: *thinks* Just shove me up against the wall and tell me how disrespectful I’ve been in class.

Me: *says out loud* I like your tie.

Shu Headcanon (Shower Edition)

You noticed the sound of water running as you woke on his bed. He was up before you?!
You followed the sound into the en-suite and found the shower on.
Shu’s body dripping wet as he washed every inch…
‘Shu…you need some help?’ You smirked unable to resist him.
He turned and smirked too nodding slowly.
You stripped off your clothes and joined him in the steamy cubicle.
Immediately he had his hands on your body. You giggled and shook your head.
'No naughty boy.. Let’s wash you first.’
Your hand ran over his chest and down to his abs. You felt his firm ass and bit your lip. How lucky were you right now?!
'I need washing.. Here.’ He said in his low seductive voice as his hand took yours and you felt his hard length.
'I think we should 'wash’ together’ you grin.
He had you up against the wall in a second, your legs wrapped around his hips. You watched as his hips moved and he was thrusting hard into you. You gasped and watched the great view of seeing how his ass moved as he pounded into you.



Imagine your OTP running away from teachers/police/authorities and to hide in plain sight Person A grabs Person B and pushes them up against the wall and kisses them.

A couple rushed around a corner, hand in hand. “How did you manage to do this, Dean??” The female, a blonde, breathlessly asked.

“How was I supposed to know it was a cop car?” Dean replied.

“Hmm, maybe, the ‘Police’ on the side? Just a guess.” She retaliated sarcastically, earning a huff from the other.

“Quiet a minute, would you Jo? I think they’re coming.”

The two glanced around, hoping for somewhere to hide. They were in a quiet area, not empty but not packed.

“We have to think of a way to hide…” Dean trailed off, thinking.

All of a sudden, Jo pinned Dean up against a wall. “This’ll have to do.” She remarked, pressing her lips to his.

i don’t know where i’m going with this, but halloween themed sambucky fic, where bucky is hopelessly in love with sam but believes he’s after steve and somehow ends up wearing a cap costume. sam finds it hilarious, steve is mildly confused and at the end of the night bucky’s where he wanted to be since the beginning, backed up against a wall by sam. bucky obviously thinks his plan worked, even though it’s bittersweet considering sam will probably pretend it’s someone else, but when they’re alone the first thing sam says is “now please take that thing off, i’m not too hot about making out with cap” and things kinda fall into place after that. 

do u realize steve has tried to throw away his shield twice now???? like he literally dumped it out of a helicarrier, you think when he woke up in the hospital and saw it leaning against the wall, he was like, “shit does that mean i still have to be captain america?” can u imagine how mad he’ll be if tony tries to hand it back to him? “no mr. stank, you keep it. please. i insist.” it’s like when u try to get rid of a lipstick u really h8 but it keeps showing back up in ur makeup box except in this case the lipstick is steve’s identity as an american icon

Know Your Enemy

“How. How could you have not told me this.” Mercutio’s eyes were full of anger, starting at the teen sitting across from him. Mercutio ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to compose himself. He and Benvolio were spending their free sixth period in the library, working on an English essay due at the end of the week.

“A. Capulet. You’re dating. A fucking Capulet.” Mercutio said. The argument lasted all day, beginning when Mercutio saw flirtatious, Tybalt-wannabe Sebastian Capulet pinning Benvolio up against the side of the outdoor gym, making out before school.

(Mercutio explained this to Romeo during lunch.

“I can’t believe that Sebastian has his hands over my Benvolio. I mean the nerve of him!” Mercutio ranted, pacing the length of their lunch table.

“Your Benvolio? From the sound of it, I think you want to be the one pinning Benvolio up against the gym wall.” He followed Mercutio’s movements with a smirk. Mercutio stopped abruptly and started at his friend.

“No! I…I… Benvolio’s not mine. He’s….well…it…It’s hard to explain. Just. I don’t like seeing Benvolio with other people.” Mercutio’s face burned a cherry red as he sat across from Romeo, who rested his head on his hand and grinned.

“Somebody’s jealous.” Romeo sang, and was smacked in the head by his best friend, who was still bright red.)

Mercutio shook his head, as if he were trying to piece together his next argument.

Benvolio sat in silence, staring at his 10th grade English binder, not daring to look up.

‘So what if I’m dating Sebastian?’ Benvolio thought. ‘That’s my business, and nobody else’s.’

“So? Romeo’s dating Sebastian’s sister.” Benvolio said after a moment. Mercutio rolled his eyes.

“Yes, but she’s not one of the douchebags who’s tried to kill us on a daily basis.” Mercutio said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Benvolio looked up from his binder.

“He doesn’t try to kill us on a daily basis, Cutio.” Benvolio gritted his teeth, losing patience.

“Whatever. Seb’s just going to use you. He’s a Capulet. And besides, he’s not trying to stop the fighting now is he?”

Neither are you!“ Benvolio half shouted, ignoring the librarian’s ”Shhhh!“.

“Neither…are you! In fact, you go around picking fights with the Capulets instead of at least trying to stop the fighting like you’re berating Sebastian for not doing!” Benvolio whispered harshly, his eyes filling with tears. Mercutio scoffed, glaring at Benvolio.

“Sebastian–” Mercutio began, leaning on the table.

“Sebastian. And I. Are happy. I don’t know for how long, but as of right now, we’re happy. And he’s different than Tybalt. I have to have faith that he is. Now I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry you found out  like this. I was going to tell you after school today and I really would have liked your support. But it’s really fucking obvious that you won’t, so I’m done.” Benvolio stood up from his chair and slung his backpack onto his back. “I’ll see you around.”

And with that, Mercutio was left alone. He could see that the librarian had been watching the squabble the entire time. She shook her head sadly before returning to the papers that scattered the tabletop, as if to say “Mercutio, you went too far.”


For the next month, Benvolio ignored Mercutio: his texts, calls, emails. Benvolio changed the routes he used to walk to his classes. He walked with Sebastian to and from school. He ignored Mercutio’s constant note passing and whispers. After two weeks, Mercutio gave up. Benvolio was happy, and didn’t need him.

But after that month, Benvolio showed up to school alone. Mercutio saw the teen dragging himself to his locker. Mercutio slid up to him, hitting the lockers with a “BANG!”. Mercutio shook off the abrupt pain in his right shoulder, and placed himself in front of Benvolio with a grin.

“I don’t have time for this today, 'Cutio.” He said, putting his binders and his lunchbox in his locker. He walked outside, into the senior courtyard at the back of the school.

“Oh, am I being graced with your words today? And where’s "Mister Perfect”?“ Mercutio said, with more venom than he intended. Benvolio froze in his steps. He turned around, and glared at Mercutio. Instead of a happy, bubbly Benvolio, Mercutio only saw dark circles, tear stained cheeks, and a pinkish nose.


"Not here. With some girl. Diana or whatever. I got the break-up text last night. He’d apparently started seeing her four days after we began dating.” Benvolio said before crumpling into tears.

“Are you happy? You’ve proved me wrong. All Capulets are bad okay? I’m a fool. I knew I should have realized it when he was flirting with everything that moved.” Each word stung Mercutio, and guilt filled his chest. He should have been there for his best friend, so maybe Benvolio wouldn’t have felt as bad.

“No, nononono. Benny. Come here.” Mercutio said, opening his arms to the shorter man. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that from me or Sebastian.” He kissed Benvolio’s forehead. “Especially not from me. I should have been there for you, but I was a shitty friend. I’m so sorry.” Mercutio hugged Benvolio tightly, until he stopped shaking.

“Thank you.” Benvolio said, sniffing as he looked up at Mercutio who was scanning the courtyard. There they are.

The Capulet douchebags, standing in a circle around Sebastian and laughing.

Who knows what Benvolio told Seb. He trusts too quickly and falls too hard. Sebastian seems like the kind of guy that would keep no secrets about an ex.

And that made Mercutio’s blood boil.

“Now. I have to go do something, you wait right here,” He called over his shoulder. “If you hear I get suspended, just….” Mercutio’s sentence trailed off, but Benvolio followed him anyway.

“HEY. Douchebag!” Mercutio barked, laughing as both Sebastian and Tybalt looked up. He had the intention to only injure Sebastian. Anything else would be a bonus.

“Oh no, Tybalt, I was talking about your idiot brother who used Benny and cheated on him for a month.” Mercutio grinned cheekily. Sebastian and Tybalt sneered and walked toward Mercutio.

“Mercutio, stop. You know Principal Escalus said one more fight and you’ll be suspended.” Benvolio warned, trying hard to keep Mercutio from doing something that would ultimately end up on his transcript. “It doesn’t help that they’re assholes, but we have to deal.”

“Yeah? I’m an asshole? I distinctly remember you telling me something different a couple nights ago.” Sebastian said with a wink. Benvolio’s face burned as Tybalt and his cronies laughed. “Well, it wasn’t even worth the four weeks. He’s a bad fuck anyway. Should’ve broken up with him–” Sebastian began, but was almost immediately cut off by Mercutio’s fist connecting with his mouth. The Capulet lost his balance and fell flat on the ground, spitting out teeth and blood.

“Mercutio don’t–”

“That’s for stringing him along.” He growled, as he kicked Sebastian in the groin. “And that’s for cheating on him.”

And then there was a blur of shouting and insults and fists and kicks between Tybalt and Mercutio, so much so that a crowd drew quite quickly. Sebastian got up soon after and tag-teamed with Tybalt.

Two teachers ran into the center of the fight and broke them up, pulling them apart.

“Who started this?” Mr. Montague asked, looking at the boys. Tybalt spit blood from his mouth.

“Mercutio.” Tybalt sneered.

“That’s true, bu–” Mercutio began.

“No buts. You know what Principal Escalus said. Come with me.” Mr. Montague said. Tybalt smirked, his split lip still bleeding slightly.

“Assholes.” Benvolio murmured, before running to catch up with Mercutio.


Mercutio sat in Nurse Capulet’s office next to Benvolio, who held an ice bag to Mercutio’s head gently.

Mercutio was instructed by the nurse to take his shirt off so he could ice his stomach, flaunting the large bruises that colored his abdomen a nasty combination of black and blue. He was punched in the mouth so many times that his lip was split open in three places. He had a black eye, and also possibly a concussion.

Mercutio just knows that he hurts.


And was bleeding in places that shouldn’t bleed.

Like his forehead for example.

And his lip….

And cheekbone.

“You didn’t have to do that. You got suspended for a week.” Benvolio said quietly, after sitting in silence. Mercutio turned to look at him.

“Ow. Yes, and yes, I di–ow.” He said, grabbing his forehead. “He hurt you, and that isn’t okay with me. And a week is practically nothing in exchange for getting revenge on what Seb did to you.

Benvolio considered the events of that day for a minute before leaning over to Mercutio. He gently kissed Mercutio on the cheek, close enough so that his lips grazed the corner of Mercutio’s mouth.

"Thank you.” Benvolio grinned. Mercutio blushed deeply, his heart skipping beats from Benvolio’s kiss.