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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Writer things

- were street lamps invented in ww2????

- how much does an arm cost tho

- Everyone is nodded. All the heads are nodding in this conversation

- wait no it was raining wasn’t it *looks back ten pages* yeah okay why did i do that

- It’s still night right?

- It’s been night for like 30 years at this point

- what’s that guy’s name again? I should know this these are my babies

- I have no idea how you guys are going to get out of this alive so figure it out kids

- *googles* how to travel across Europe during the middle ages

- effects of the bubonic plague???

- shoot, comas don’t work like I want them to. I need a convenient coma

- Everyone has the ability to quirk one eyebrow why is this

- how smart are rats

- I think they’ve sighed like 30 times now

- how do i describe what its like to run a mile I’ve never done that in my life

- Im sure its just like super hard

- No one cares about the weather stop

- i just wrote twenty pages in two hours why cant i do this in school

- everyone smirks too much but what else do i say its not a smile its too sad for that

- and now everyone is just ‘smiling sadly’.

- chuckled sounds like santa clause but laugh is too much but snickered is evil but giggled is too bubbly…

- what is the purpose of a rubber duck

- no, don’t make references this is a serious piece of literature

- “now if I reverse the polarity of the neutron flow”

- okay i need tea and music and oh wow look at that someone liked my tumblr post…

Inked - Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

word count: 2,273

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like

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Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”

You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.

So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.

You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.  

“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.

A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.

You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”

As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.

You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.

You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.

“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.

“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.

His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.

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summersaltturn  asked:

"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

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“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

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“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜
❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜
❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜
❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜
❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜
❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜
❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜
❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜
❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜
❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜
❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜
❛ Great way to start the day. ❜
❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜
❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜
❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜
❛ You don’t own me. ❜
❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜
❛ I love my freedom. ❜
❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜
❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜
❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜
❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜
❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜
❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜
❛ The wait is almost over. ❜
❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜
❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜
❛ Are you online dating again? ❜
❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜
❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜
❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜
❛ Life can be messy. ❜
❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜
❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜
❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜
❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜
❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜
❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜
❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜
❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜
❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜
❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜
❛ What the hell did you do? ❜
❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜
❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜
❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜
❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜
❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜
❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜
❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜
❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜
❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜
❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜
❛ Screw you. ❜
❛ Just fuck off already. ❜
❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜
❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜
❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜
❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜
❛ Your wish is my command. ❜
❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜
❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜
❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜
❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜
❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜
❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜
❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜
❛ Death is all around us. ❜
❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜
❛ You left, not me. ❜
❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜
❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜
❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜
❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜
❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜
❛ I had a feeling. ❜
❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜
❛ Where could the gem be? ❜
❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜
❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜
❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜
❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜
❛ What do you take me for? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜
❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜
❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜
Home Alone -- Billy Hargrove

Requested: “Can I have a smutty billy one? Like you open the door in your robe maybe like Mrs. Wheeler did but you’re his age😂 and he just can’t handle it. If it could be super smutty with like choking that would be good. Thank you ❤️” “I need me some rough billy smut man, just some pure fucking.” “hey, was wondering if you could do a really smutty imagine w/ billy x female reader. Maybe he pursues her for a while but she keeps teasing him and he’s not used to because he usually charming girls in an instant, in the end she reciprocates and maybe really passionate rough smut? Thanks!”

Warnings: Smut (16+). Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: With your house empty, and your mind trained on Billy, you call him and tell him to come over.

Words: 1524

Listen to: Sexual by NEIKED and I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

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Harsh Words

Requested By: Anonymous

hey bae<3 could you write a fic with peter where he’s having such a bad day, he’s super grumpy and the reader tries to help him but he gets super mad and says cruel things? i’m a sucker for drama, sorry!! love your blog btw

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You’d noticed that Peter had been acting down all day, he was your best friend and you were concerned for him. You decided to try and help him, only to get belittled by your so called “best friend.”

Warnings: Swearing, could possibly be triggering to some people, verbally abusive, plot twist ending yeet

Word Count: 3,472

A/N: So this was so much fun to write oh myyyyyy, the ending is my favorite hahha, I am willing to write a part two if people really want it. But yeah, enjoy :)))

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Lately, you’d noticed your best friend Peter had become a bit distant, you’d see how tired he’d look when he came to school, how on edge he was all the time, even a few marks on his face from time to time.

You were concerned for your friend, but at the same time you were confused as to why he was shutting you out.

You’d noticed Ned had started becoming distant too, becoming closer with Peter and excluding you more.

Michelle had noticed this happening too, she too didn’t understand what was going on, but at the same time she didn’t really care, it didn’t involve her.

You walked over to your table at lunch, carrying the brown bag in your hand, as Michelle sat a few seats away like usual, her face in a book, however, you noticed Peter and Ned having an intense conversation, but the second they saw you, they stopped.

“Hey guys.” You smiled, but they didn’t return the smile, nor the friendly gesture.

You felt your heart break, what had you done that made them suddenly hate you so much?

“Is every thing okay?” You questioned hesitantly, looking between the two of them.

Ned and Peter glanced at you for a split second before looking at each other, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, every thing is fine Y/N, just a rough day, that’s all.” Ned answered vaguely, as you nodded, clearly not convinced.

You couldn’t help but observe Peter, he looked tired, worn out, overall just miserable.

“Peter are you sure you’re alright?” You asked again, you didn’t believe that they were just fine you knew there was more than what they were letting on.

“Y/N, just let him be.” Ned pressed on, making you roll your eyes, a flash of anger going through them, making Ned shut up quickly.

“I don’t give a damn, I want to know what the hell is going on? Is that so bad?” You spoke angrily, watching as Ned shrunk in his seat as Peter just glared at the table, his anger finally peaking.

“You know what Y/N? You need to mind your own damn business, maybe if you did that more often you’d actually have friends! Maybe then we’d actually like to hangout with you more if you weren’t constantly trying to pry into our lives and figure us out all the time! It’s like you have no consideration for anyone but yourself!” Peter shouted, surprising not only himself, but Ned, Michelle and especially you.

Peter had never yelled at you before, especially not in front of everyone.

You sat there, wide eyed, unable to speak, your heart broken into a million pieces.

He did hate you.

You nodded slowly, tears brimming your eyes as you started packing up your lunch, no longer hungry and definitely no longer wanting to be around him.

“Sorry to have been such a burden to you.” You spat out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stormed out of the cafeteria, throwing your lunch away as you left.

Peter sat there watching you leave, his heart breaking as you did, he knew he messed up, really bad.

“Dude what the actual hell was that!” Ned shouted, hitting Peter on the arm, making him wince.

“I don’t know! Ugh, I really don’t know.” Peter muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Michelle on the other hand was watching every thing, although she never interfered with any of her table members, she felt this was a good time to break that.

“What you did was really fucked up Parker, she really cared for you, I hope you remember that.” Michelle commented, before grabbing her book and her apple, and exiting the table, leaving both of them in shock.

“Dude you’re so fucked.” Ned groaned, as Peter hit his head on the table, groaning out in frustration.

“I know, I don’t even know why I said what I did! It just came out without warning.” Peter sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Honestly Peter, I don’t know if you can fix this one, I don’t think Spider-Man himself can fix this.” Ned whispered the last part, making Peter sigh sadly, he knew Ned was right, you were never going to forgive him.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him the past few weeks, his job as Spider-Man had become a bit more stressful, therefore adding extra stress into his regular life, and then on top of that there was school, where he was pressured into doing well all the time, and he just couldn’t balance it out recently.

He’d been loosing hours of sleep fighting off criminals as Spider-Man, therefore making him more tired in class, unable to focus on the lessons.

Sometimes he’d come to school with a new cut or bruise from his mission the previous night, causing Ned to panic when he’d see him at his locker.

And then there was you, the sweetest person he knew, his best friend, the one person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly, the one person who genuinely cared about him, and now he pushed you away by going too far.

He thought pushing you away at first was the best to protect you from what he actually did, but as time went on it just got worse, he knew how bad he was hurting you, and it hurt him too, but he kept telling himself it was for the best.

But then Ned started to avoid you too, which made Peter angry, he wasn’t supposed to ditch you too, but Ned was also his best friend too, which made it even more difficult.

Peter and Ned had avoided you the best they could for two weeks, slowly getting out of your life, to keep you safe of course.

But you, you found it the total opposite.

And now your assumptions were proven correct, and you couldn’t feel any worse than you already did.

This time it was your turn to avoid both Peter and Ned, you did for weeks, refusing to talk to them, look at them, sit with them, basically anything that involved them, you find a way out of it.

If you were such a burden to their lives why be in it at all? Wasn’t that what they wanted anyways?

Peter did say you always tried to pry into their lives and figure everything out, and that you had no consideration for anyone but yourself, so you decided maybe he was right.

That’s why you decided to change, you weren’t going to be that person anymore.

Weeks turned to months, and you were still ignoring them, they did their best to try and talk to you, but it was no use.

You on the other hand became best friends with Michelle and Liz, who also helped give you a complete makeover.

You decided to become a better version of yourself, you dressed nicer, did your hair and even put on makeup, something you never once used to do.

This surprised everyone the day you walked into school with Liz and Michelle, nobody had ever seen you like this before, and you weren’t going to lie, you loved how much attention you were getting.

You noticed Peter and Ned, watching you with wide eyes, which made you smirk slightly, you got what you had wanted.

Peter and Ned on the other hand, got the exact opposite, they changed you, for the worst.

“Dude what the hell!” Ned whisper shouted, looking at his best friend with wide eyes.

“I don’t know Ned, I guess I really hurt her, and now she’s getting us back by becoming something she isn’t.” Peter sighed, leaning his head in his locker, groaning as Ned just stood there still stunned.

“She did look good though, you have to admit that.” Ned nudged Peter who’s head shot up quickly, hitting his head on the locker shelf.

“Ow,” He muttered, rubbing his head before slamming his locker shut, “And alright yeah, she does look good, I hadn’t seen her like that before.” Peter shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps.

The bell rang, and everyone started going to their classes, sadly for you, your first class was with Peter and Ned.

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Your teacher Mr. Scott smiled, as you all gave blank stares.

“I see everyone is tired, but this is chemistry and it’s going to blow your mind and wake you all up! So, to do that, I’m assigning you all in groups to work on a project.” Mr. Scott picked up his paper, scrolling down the list, while reading off names.

“Y/N, Peter, and Ned, you’re all one group.” Mr. Scott announced, making your eyes widen as you glanced over at the two of them, who were equally as stunned.

He then dismissed everyone to get to work, you slowly walked over to their table, throwing your stuff on the desk.

Peter and Ned watched you anxiously, unsure of what to say, or even what to do.

“So, uhm, what do you think we should make?” Ned broke the awkward silence, you gave a shrug in response, not looking at them as Peter kept his stare on you, his heart beating faster.

“Y/N, do you have any ideas?” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes before looking up at him, his eyes widening, this was the first time in months you both made eye contact.

“I think you should go to hell.” You smiled, grabbing your pencil before writing down chemical formulas.

Peter’s mouth dropped open, that was the last thing he’d expected to hear you say, he felt his heart break more, but there was also a bit where anger was slipping in.

“You know after months, I thought you would of cooled off already.” Peter muttered, making your head snap up, your eyes narrowing at the brunette boy in front of you.

“I’m sorry, let me see, last I checked my ex best friend was super nice, but then he suddenly abandoned me, and then his other friend, who was also my friend, abandoned me, and then I was told I wasn’t a considerate person, because all I care about is myself, which is ridiculous because I distinctively remember trying to care about you and see what was wrong.” You shook your head, laughing at how in denial he was. “God you’re such an asshole.” You spat, your blood boiling as you grabbed your backpack, storming out of the classroom, despite your teacher yelling at you.

“Dude what is wrong with you? Are you trying to make her hate you even more than she already does?” Ned scolded, shaking his head at his friend as he sat there stunned.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just apologize for what he had done, now he just made it worse.

But that seemed to be the only thing he was good at doing lately.

Days passed since the incident in the classroom, you had told Liz and Michelle what had happened, they both were surprised Peter had the nerve to say that to you, but they were proud when you finally found the courage to stand up for yourself.

A few more days passed, you were at Liz’s house, having a movie night with her and Michelle, you started doing this so you would get over the other two who shall not be named.

“So Y/N, are you going to homecoming with anyone?” Liz questioned, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, Michelle also curious.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know that many people.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh come on Y/N, basically the entire football team wants to take you!” Liz laughed, throwing popcorn at you as Michelle grinned.

“Oh hush.” You laughed, eating a piece of the popcorn that was thrown at you.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you let out a groan, causing Liz and Michelle to look over at you.

“It’s my mom, I gotta go.” You sighed, giving a sad smile to your friends who begged you to stay, but eventually let you leave.

You started walking home, it was late, the sky was dark, sometimes you were nervous walking alone, but for some reason this time you weren’t.

That is until you felt some sticky substance connect to your shirt, and before you knew it you were flying across Queens.

“What the hell! Put me down!” You screeched, and thankfully the “kidnapper” put you down on a building rooftop.

“Oh great it’s you, Spider dude.” You muttered, trying to remove the web attached to you.

“That’ll dissolve in two hours.” Spider-Man spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s just great!” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair annoyed.

“Any reason you decided to kidnap me?” You looked at the masked hero, who shifted awkwardly.

“Actually yes.” He sighed, slowly pulling the mask off his head, revealing the last person you ever expected.

Peter?” You whispered, your eyes wide as Peter watched you nervously.

“I-I wanted to tell you Y/N, but my job, it’s just so dangerous, and I couldn’t afford to have anything to happen to you.” Peter rushed out, his hands shaking anxiously.

“Y-You lied to me! You made me feel like the shittiest person ever Peter!” You yelled, making him cringe at your words.

“You made me feel like you hated me.” You whispered the last part out, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“I thought that maybe if I made you hate me, it’d keep you safer.” Peter tried to explain, reaching out to you, but you backed away.

“You don’t get to touch me, you lied to me, you broke me.” You choked out, your body visibly shaking.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N.” Peter apologized, but you just laughed, making his blood turn cold.

“Did Ned know?” You questioned, watching him avoid your gaze, you nodded slowly, running your tongue over your lip, “Wow, so you trusted him, but not me.” You sniffed, anger taking over your emotions.

“I didn’t intend to tell him! He found out by accident!” Peter defended, making your shrug.

“Does it matter? He still knew Peter! Makes sense why he decided to leave me too.” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head at all the information you were receiving.

“Please Y/N, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Peter pleaded, but you just shook your head.

“No Peter, I’m not going to forgive you, you put me through hell for months, and now you think it’s okay to just apologize and assume every thing will be back to normal.” You looked at him, tears stained on your cheeks as Peter looked at you desperately.

“It’s your turn to feel what I felt.” You looked around, noticing there was no way off the building.

“Get me down from here please.” You sighed, as Peter nodded sadly, wrapping his arm around you for what was probably the last time, as he swung you home.

He set you down on your fire escape, but before you could turn and go inside, he pulled you in for a tight hug.

You didn’t want to, but you slowly hugged him back, deep down you missed the brunette nerd, but at the moment you despised him with a burning passion.

“I will win you back.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before swinging off.

It had been weeks since you had last seen Peter, or as you should say “Spider-Man” which wasn’t a bad thing.

He was off doing who knows what, fighting whoever, while you were planning on who to go with for homecoming.

“So how’s project Y/N coming along?” Ned asked, spinning around in Peter’s chair.

“It’s not, it’s more how is she making me feel, and I feel like shit. She told me she was going to make me feel how she felt, and well, it’s working.” Peter groaned, tugging on his hair frustrated.

They both were silent for a moment before Peter’s head snapped up, something was wrong, his Spidey senses were tingling.

“I gotta go, be back soon!” Peter shouted, before going out his window to where he was being directed.

When he arrived to the scene, he was shocked, there was a group of people being held hostage by some random person in a costume.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt this,” He motioned to the hostages, “But you have to let them go.” He added, as the villain laughed.

“And why should I do that?” They fired back, the voice making his eyes widen a bit.

“Because, it’s me you want.” He shot back, his heart beating quicker, as the villain nodded slowly, releasing the hostages.

“Alright fine, have it your way.” The villain shrugged, catching Spider-Man off guard as they hit him in the stomach and face.

Spider-Man groaned, before getting back up, he knew that voice, but how did he know it?

“Who are you?” He asked, as the masked villain laughed, grinning through the mask.

“Your worst nightmare.” They responded, before hitting him again, making him groan in pain.

Then it all clicked, it was you, you were the new villain he had been fighting for the past few weeks, and he just now realized it.

“Karma is a bitch Peter.” You laughed, before disappearing into the darkness, Peter standing there stunned.

He quickly swung home, scaring Ned as Peter flung his mask off, pacing around the room.

“Dude calm down, what happened?” Ned questioned, watching his best friend pace back and forth.

“You know the new villain I was telling you about?” Peter rushed out quickly as Ned nodded in response.

“I just found out who it is.” Peter breathed out, his face flushed as Ned waited anxiously.

“It’s Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?

Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.


Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths.
Cullen: No.
Alistair: No? You’re not doing better?
Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch.
Alistair: Oh.
Cullen: Sorry. I just-
Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh?
Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind.
Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.


Cullen: Maker, you’re joking.
Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste.
Cullen: It talked? And moved?!
Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially.
Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us?
Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that?
Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy.
Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted.
Cullen: What?
Alistair: (laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.


Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight?
Cullen: It’s not just you.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha.
Cullen: Are you injured?
Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. 
Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm-
Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald.
Cullen: Who?
Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair.
Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him.
Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.


Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows?
Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription.
Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why?
Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.


Cullen: Do you regret it?
Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice.
Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens.
Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again.
Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive?
Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword.
Cullen: I’m… sorry.
Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing.
Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.


Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills.
Cullen: I’ll be fine.
Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training.
Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.


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One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!


“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

-

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

-

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

Excepting Anxiety

General Taglist:  @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom

Story Notes: During the filming of the Accepting Anxiety story arc, Roman struggles with some parts of the script. 

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

CW: Self-doubt, mild cursing

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After the fifth time Roman messed up his lines, Thomas decided they could all use a break. 

There was no mistaking the frustration in his voice as he said it, though, and Roman cringed as their host sent him a glance that was a mixture of bewilderment and strained patience. 

“We’ll try again in a little while,” Thomas said. “I’m going to go get something to eat. Patton, you want to help me?” 

“Sounds good, kiddo,” Patton agreed, though not before reaching out and squeezing Roman’s shoulder comfortingly. “I think a few cookies are definitely in order.” 

Logan watched them heading into the kitchen, then turned to Roman. “You do seem to be having a difficult time today,” he stated. “Would it perhaps help if I were to run lines with you?”  

“No, I’m–I’m good,” Roman mumbled, waving him off.

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In the Heat of the Moment (M)

Originally, I didn’t write this for a request. But as I went through my list, I realized that it did fit one, so it’s getting posted early! This is for @spiritemofashion, who reblogged my first smut and asked for a Yixing or Kyungsoo smut. I hope it meets your expectations! ^^


Genre: X Reader, smut, werewolf AU (does not relate to Blood for Blood)

Member(s): Yixing 

POV: 2nd Person

Warning(s): Swearing, cringy dirty talk, and of course, it’s smut, so…you know ;)

Summary: Your very lovely boyfriend has been in an unlovely mood lately. I wonder why…?

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


The morning light filtered through the window, giving the room an ethereal glow. Your eyelids fluttered open, but not because of the light, or the chirping of birds outside your window. Not because of your alarm, which isn’t supposed to go off today anyway, since it’s a Sunday. No, you woke up because of a certain someone who was rutting his hips against your behind.

You could hear his soft whimpers, his breathing uneven. You were used to hearing your boyfriend’s snores at this time of the morning, so the fact that he was panting instead was kind of concerning.

Carefully, you tried to turn your body to face him without waking him. It wasn’t an easy task, considering that his arms were coiled around you, holding you in place. You managed to swivel around, his warm breath now tickling your cheeks. His hips continued to buck against you, and you could clearly feel his heated erection, even through the layers of clothes separating your bodies. He let out a low whine, his arms tightening around you and pulling you closer to his chest.

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secretlyshycomputer said: Can we have more sassy reader fics I adored the Sherlock one!

A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.

Warnings: swearing.


“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.

“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”

John chuckled. “You love her really.”

“I don’t love, John.”

“Whatever.”

“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.

“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.

“Well it’s good to be back.”

“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.

“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”

“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.

“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.

“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”

“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“

"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”

“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.

“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”

 

 

The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.

“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”

“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”

“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”

“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”

“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”

“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”

“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”

“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”

“What?”

“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”

“Fine!”

 

 

“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.

“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”

“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”

“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.

“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.

“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”

anonymous asked:

52 otayuri :)

52 - “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”


Yui was addicted to Otabek’s body- this was never a secret. He spent every moment he could staring at the muscles as they rippled around his body. Yuri was fit, he knew this, he was very fit, but his muscles never formed the way Otabek’s did. Yuri had definition, but nothing like Otabek’s. His abs did not flex and move the way Otabek’s did. His arms did not bulge like Otabek’s and his legs didnt move and bunch when he walked.

“Ugh! We do the same damn work out these days and I still have just a flat stomach,” Yuri complained as he looked himself over the in mirror.

“Yura… we have only been working out together for a month, what are you expecting?” Otabek asked as he joined Yuri in front of the mirror.

“More than this!” Yuri said as he gestured to his mostly naked body.

“What is wrong with all this?” Otabek said as he stood behind Yuri and ran his hands over Yuri’s lean body.

“I’m so damn skinny and you are just… well so much more,” Yuri said, “I want definition like yours.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” Otabek said as his hands fell on Yuri’s thin hips.

“Stop being a sap and tell me your secret!” Yuri said.

“Yura, you’re built like a dancer and are a dancer, be proud of the amazing body you have,” Otabek said as he started to kiss his neck.

Yuri grumbled and submitted to the kisses and hands all over him, “Still want abs like yours.”

Otabek chuckled and ran his hand over Yuri’s ass, “And I want this ass of yours… now come on.”

Yuri had to giggle as Otabek started to pull him into the bedroom.

College!Shawn Imagine - One Night

Title: One Night (College!Shawn)

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader 

WARNINGS: suggestive content, mild swearing

Summary: Based off of a College! prompt I found once where you meet while both doing the Walk of Shame. 

A/N: I’ve got so many prompts saved I’m highkey considering creating a full on College!Shawn series or something I’m so in love with the idea of a slightly older Shawn who’s more charismatic and has grown out of his shell to become the Life of The Party (AHA!) I know that boy could be. 

~*~

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You jolted upright. 

The too-small clock read 8:34 AM and you had to squint to see through the crusty sleep in your eyes. For a second you thought it had said PM. Dumbly, you thought maybe you were the lucky bastard who got their personal twisted version of Groundhog Day, a do-over for the mistakes you clearly made last night. For example, the shots you swore you weren’t going to do on a school night. Or, more importantly, the boy that laid asleep next to you.

Now you were here, in this dimly lit student suite, scrambling around an unfamiliar bedroom for a familiar pair of high waisted jeans.

“Where ’re you going?” You heard a gruff mumble come from beneath the sheets.

“Shit.” You swore under your breath, turning around to find the psych major you found unbelievably intelligent last night wrapped up in the sheets you slept in. 

Uhh, gotta shower. I’m late for class.“ 

He turned to the tiny clock on his bedside table, seemingly reading the minuscule thing with ease. He smiled at you as if you were kidding. When your blank stare didn’t falter, he scooted further to the edge of the bed, patting the empty spot next to him as if expecting you to crawl back and cuddle into his awaking body.

"Ten more minutes?” He grinned lazily. 

“Y'know what, I-I’m good.” You stuttered, tripping over the other sneaker you were looking for. 

You silently thanked your roommate for forcing you into spending actual money on athleisure wear. You couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to walk your shame off with heels on at 8:30 in the morning.

“You sure?” The boy was fighting off a frown. “No breakfast or anythin’?”

“Yeah, yeah. I mean, no.” You nodded a little too feverishly, hands brushing through the knots in your hair in the hopes of somewhat redeeming your appearance. “Thanks for offering but I should really get going.”

“Right. Well, thanks, i guess..?” you heard him mutter before you closed his door.

You inhaled sharply, trying to gather yourself as best you can before braving the campus. 

You began your journey under the scorching sun, ignoring the fact that there were already students milling about at this time of day. 

“Sorry.” You muttered under your breath, bumping into a random student.

You kept your head down, moving as fast as your legs would go, not wanting to break out into a run in the middle of campus. That would attract way too much unecessary attention, as if your messy state wasn’t enough already.

“It’s oka—(Y/L/N)?" 

You whirled on your feet. 

Your eyes widened when you saw that it was Shawn, a music major from the grade above you. Tutored you for a history course once (surprisingly very good at History of the Arts 1). An outrageous teacher’s pet despite his Cool & Calm demeanor (sometimes volunteered as Teacher’s Assistant for your professor).

"Mendes?” You asked in disbelief, no doubt your mouth agape. You tugged down your small top in a self-conscious effort to cover up. It only made Shawn notice your outfit more. “Why are you wearing boots in 30 degree weather?”

“Guess we’re both guilty, huh?” He grinned unapologetically. 

You took in his appearance like he did you. His curls—longest you’ve ever seen it grow so far—was disheveled, his crumpled red blouse was half unbuttoned and the leather jacket he usually adorned during night outs was thrown over his shoulder. 

“Oh my god,” you mumbled into your palm to try and hide the warmth engulfing your face. “I am never asking you to tutor me again.”

“Why not? You got an A minus on that history exam ‘cause of me, remember?” he bantered.

You wondered why Shawn wasn’t the least bit embarassed. Was he accustomed to the classic Walk of Shame? Ugh, that was so not your business. 

“Because,” you shrugged in false indifference. “The next time I sit next to you in that quiet library, all i’ll think about is…” you drifted off awkwardly.

“Is..?” Shawn raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips in amusement.

“Ugh, you know what I mean.” You grumbled, not entirely annoyed despite your deviantly crossed arms.

“That we both look outright fucked?” Shawn left his eyebrow propped, the amused pucker of his lip widening into another grin. The signature challenging Mendes Grin, all teeth and mischievous eyes.

“Ugh.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. “Are you done bullying me? ‘Cause I’d really like to go to class now.”

“Class?” Another brow shot up. 

“Yes, class. Y'know, the place where we learn the things our parents have paid for? Or were you so shitfaced you’ve forgotten the last 15 years of your life?” You shot back, one impatient hand propped up on a jutting hip.

“Hey, i’m not judging your lifestyle choices,” Shawn held up his hands in defense, but the grin never faltered. “Besides, it’s Sunday. Unless you were so shitfaced you’ve forgotten that the weekend exists.”

“What? It’s a Monday.” Your eyes widened, ignoring the jab he took at you. He raises his eyebrows as if to say he wasn’t backing down. “No, can’t be right. It’s a—”

You quickly fished out your phone from your back pocket. Surely enough, the screen lit up with the date and the day on the corner of your screen. 

“Sunday.” Shawn finished for you, grin more smugly if that was even possible. “Must’ve given the lucky guy a heart attack this morning, huh?”

“That’s none of your business.” You glared. 

“Well, you know what is my business?" 

"What?” You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“The massive hangover I’m harboring right now, and I bet you are, too.” Shawn slung an arm around your shoulder. 

The same way he casually did when you asked him to tutor you (per your professor’s request, definitely not yours). Called you a 'newbie’ whilst doing it, then made you promise you’d bring muffins as a form of payment. Your boss at the on-campus-coffee shop you worked at gave you questioning looks the whole three weeks. 

“What do you say we go grab some muffins at the coffee shop?”

“But I was gonna shower first,” you frowned, turning over your shoulder to gaze at the direction of your dorm longingly.

“Your shower can wait, you don’t smell too bad.” Shawn smiled down at your head. You were too busy glaring at some guy staring at the two of you. For a second he thought that you might actually hiss at the guy like a cat. 

“Gee, Shawn, right back 'atcha.” You reply instead. You kept your hand at your sides as Shawn began walking.

“Come on, tea on me.” Shawn bribed.

“Fine,” you huffed. “But not the one I work at. My boss is so gonna judge me.”

“Fine.” Shawn echoed, voice much more brighter than yours. 

You silently followed Shawn (not that you had much of a choice) as he steered the two of you off campus, occasionally greeting Juniors and Seniors you recognized. You were just thankful once the coffee shop finally came into view, leaving the judging and questioning stares of your fellow collegiate pals.

“Hey, (Y/L/N)?” Shawn piped up, opening the door with his free arm, not once letting go of your shoulder.

What, Mendes?”

“Do you think your lucky fella’ believed you when you said you needed to get to class on a Sunday morning?" 

"Shut up, Shawn.” you craned your neck to glare up at his much taller figure.

He snickered, tightening the casual arm around your shoulder before walking up to the barista to order your usuals.

“Annoying.” Finn Wolfhard

Plot - Finn can be annoying at times

Pairing - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

[requested]

“Y/NNNNNN” Finn whined. We were all on the private jet going to Georgia to start filming Stranger Things season 3, and Finn has made it his goal to annoy me. “Finnnnnnn, not now.” I responded. He slumped back in his chair. Caleb came and sat by us. “Hey lovebirds, what’s up?” He smiled sitting next to Finn. “Nothing much, just that Y/N is ignoring me.” Finn fake smiled. I rolled my eyes and got up to find Millie and Sadie.

“Y/N! Come join our girl talk!” Gaten exclaimed as I walked into the area they were sitting at. I laughed and joined them all. “Why does Finn look so sad?” Noah asked. “You see, all morning he was being an annoying little shit so I’m ignoring him.” I smirked. “Wait but Finn’s always an annoying little shit.” Sadie said, making us all laugh. “But he was being extra annoying, I swear to god he shouldn’t be allowed to have caffeine.” I joked. “Oh my god, do you remember that day he had like 5 red bulls and he was bouncing off the walls when he was supposed to be filming the ‘crazy together’ scene? That whole day was a mess and I was barely there!” Millie chimed in. “Hashtag no caffeine for the finster.” Gaten joked.

“Hey, y’all! What are we talking about?” Finn smiled, sitting next to me and putting an arm around me. “How you can’t have caffeine anymore.” Sadie answered. “Whyyyyy???” He whined. “Because you act just like this!” Millie laughed. “Hey i’m just trying to lighten the mood, which is hard to do when your girlfriend is ignoring you.” He huffed, crossing his arms. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as a goofy smile made its way to my face. “Why do you think she is ignoring you?” Gaten asked, making a know it all face. “I don’t know but watch this.” Finn answered, poking my cheeks. “Y/N, babyyyyy.” He hummed. “See, nothing.” He added. “Wow, Y/N you’re crazy for going out with him.” Gaten laughed, leaving the room. “I’m going to watch High School Musical, who wants to join?” He yelled. Everyone left, leaving me and Finn alone.

“Okay, but did I actually do something or are you ignoring just because I was annoying you?” Finn asked, resting his head on the table the way I was. I didn’t answer. “Seriously, I’m getting kind of worried.” He mumbled, poking my arm. “Babyyyyyy.” He murmured, poking my face now. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Ahhh, there’s that smile.” He said, still poking me. “Finn, stop poking me.” I whined. “I’m not going to stop until you give me some attention.” He replied. I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “Now will you stop?” I chuckled. “Aw c’mon, you’re not that mad at me, are you?” He asked, still poking my arm. “Ugh.” I rolled my eyes before kissing his lips. He brought his hand up to my cheek, making the kiss longer. “Yay! Can we have an actual conversation now? I have funny things to say.” Finn exclaimed after pulling away. “Okay, go ahead, say something funny.” I responded. “Well I had funny things to say but I can’t think of something right on the spot!” Finn chuckled, making me laugh as well.

-

A/N: sorry its super short. 

Masterlist

Secret Relationship 

Request: “can i request an eddie kaspbrak x reader where him and the reader are a little older so maybe 16ish and they’re secretly dating but they dont tell anyone because they’re afraid parents will find out but one of the losers walks in on them making out please and merci!! i love ur writing btw”

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader 


“What the hell?!” 

You and your boyfriend Eddie turned around interrupting your small but heated make out session. You had been dating for the past couple of months but you kept it a secret from both your parents and your friends, not wanting anyone to find out.

“Richie it’s not what it looks like?” You said trying to defend what had happened but instead it came out more like a question. 

“Oh yeah you were just sucking each other’s faces off for fun right?” Richie asked.

“Look man we were going to tell you and the rest of the guys but we just can’t let our parents know.” Eddie explained and you nodded.

Although you and Eddie were both 16 for some reason your parents thought you both were still young. They also didn’t want you to “waste time” they wanted you to be focus in school but you were. You kept your grades up along with Eddie so that your parents wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

“I just can’t believe you cheated on me Eds, after I gave you everything!” Richie exclaimed dramatically as he placed his hands over his heart.

“Relax Richie I know he’s just dating me to cover up the fact that he’s totally gay for you.” You smirked as Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Ouch babe I can’t believe you just questioned my sexuality.” Eddie shook his head jokingly.

“Sorry honey but we all know Reddie is real, everyone in the club does.” You placed your arm over his shoulders.

Richie nodded knowing that what you were saying was true.

“Ugh whatever. Richie just promise you won’t tell our parents!” 

Richie raised his arms up in defense, “Okay I swear on my life that you guys don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Thank you Richie that means a lot.” You smiled.

“Now when are you going to stick your tongue in my mouth like that Eds?” Richie smirked and wiggled his eyebrows causing you to burst out in laughter.

“Richie I am going to kill you!” Eddie shouted as he ran after Richie who was now running, trying to get away from your boyfriend.

You had a feeling that you would be seeing this or something similar to it in the future but you were looking forward to it. 

Fuckboi intermission (Reader x Chocobros)

A/N: I wrote most of this ages ago, but didn’t post it. Whoops!

Originally posted by ffxvcaps

“Is that—hey, that is mine.” Noctis stares at you pointedly. He makes a grab for the jacket you’re sporting—his behemoth jacket—but his fingers just graze the hem before you step away.

“Sorry~” You aren’t sorry in the slightest as you side-step and slide to partly hide behind Ignis. “It’s cold and I haven’t bought something to wear in town yet.” You tried to sneakily pull a face at Noctis from behind the spectacled strategist, but he caught you with your tongue out. “What?”

“I thought I had told you to buy something more appropriate to wear the last time we were in town.” Ignis crossed his arms and you felt awful with the look he was giving you. It was obvious he wasn’t mad or upset just disappointed. Ugh. “I’m sure I had given you some gil.”

“I still have it! I’m not Gladio—”

Hey.” The burly shield of the king called to defend himself, but everyone knew that he had a penchant for spending money on things that he probably didn’t need to.

“I’ll get some more clothes next time, I swear.” You hold up your hands which are partly covered by the ends of the jacket sleeves. It’s a little oversized, but not enough to make it look awkward.

“I dunno, maybe they should keep it.” Prompto chimes in as he puts some supplies into the boot of the Regalia. “They kind of look better in it than you do, Noct.”

“HAH!” You clap your hands together before pointing at Noctis in an ‘I told you so’ gesture.

Noctis makes a disgusted sound as he gently herds you into the backseat of the Regalia. “I need a nap so get in the car.” He always rested on you when he fell asleep in the car. You were the royal head-rest apparently, although whenever Noct called you the royal head-rest, you called him prince big-head until he stopped. “I’ll get the jacket off you later.”

“Kinky.” Gladio laughs and slides into the front passenger seat as Noctis splutters some objection.

“Ha-ha, yeah nah, only Prompto could get it from me like that.” You chime as you settle in the middle of the backseat.

Said blond gasps in fake surprise before cooing. “Aww! That’s so sweet. I’m honored.” The blond jumps into the car after you had settled in. “Hear that, Noct? I’m the favourite.”

You scoff, “Whoa, I wouldn’t go that far—”

Ignis waits with the patience of a saint for everyone to be properly seated in the car while still playfully bickering. It wasn’t every day that you were all so lively, so it was nice to see. “Are we all ready to go?” He turns in his seat and shoots you a look. “We’re getting you some more clothing as soon as we get to the next stop.”

“Yes, Iggy.” You drone and lean back so Noctis can rest on you. Prompto quickly snaps a picture before you flip him the bird; he gets a shot of that too. “Hey, should we give Dave a call at the next stop too? We’re probably far enough into another area to pick up more hunts—”

Noctis gently elbows you and mutters for you to shut up. It was nap time, not discuss work time. You roll your eyes before closing them.

Fine, whatever.

my fav thing about the jonsa reunion scene is the way they both run towards each other at the same time and like jons arms go under and her arms go over and theyre just so in sync? like yall havent seen each other for years how are you guys so coordinated???? and he LIFTS her??? he didnt have to do that, he coulda just held her but he lifted? that boys so extra tf

Is that a dare?

Oh, well, it isn’t my birthday for 3 hours now, but I’m also gifting myself this. I don’t know if it fits in any of the think outside the love square prompts or so, but anyway. I had this idea before falling asleep yesterday lol.


“Bourgeois, I have a dare for you!”

Chloé looked up, entirely unimpressed. Another day, another bunch of useless dares from Kim. As if she had nothing better to do. “Sabrina, does my schedule allows time for idiotic dares proposed by a huge piece of meat who apparently isn’t aware blood orange sweaters are so last season?”

Sabrina shook her head. “Absolutely not, Chloé.”

Chloé returned her attention to her magazine, but Kim was still there, hulking. When Chloé looked up he was smirking.

“Buzz off.” she ordered gesturing with her hand.

“Oh, the might Chloé Bourgeois is afraid.” Kim said loud enough for the whole class to hear and even some people in the hall. Chloé lowered her magazine, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“That’s ridiculously untrue.” she argued.

Kim’s smirk was still in place. “Well, this dare is so on point, you’d never do it. Under any circumstances.”

Chloé glared up at him. “Oh, really? Bring it on!”

Kim crossed his arms and straightened his back. “I dare you to kiss Marinette.”

“Excuse me?” two offended voices echoed together.

“Exactly what you heard. You lost because you won’t do it.”

“Listen here, you donkey ass,” Chloé ordered, getting out of her seat. “I’d kiss anybody in this damn room before I kiss her. Hell, I’d kiss a frog before I kiss her.”

“But the dare is to kiss, Marinette, not somebody else and certainly not a frog. So you lose.”

Chloé glared intensely. She didn’t like the word lose. But she wasn’t exactly fancying the idea of kissing Marinette Dupain-Cheng and giving a boost to her ego. She already thought she was so beautiful with those blue eyes and those glossy lips and ugh.

“Thanks for asking for my opinion on the matter, Kim.” Marinette said sarcastically.

“You know, this makes two losers. You won’t kiss Chloé either! Haha, who would have guessed you two are such chickens.”

Both girls glared at Kim.

“Please, as if I’d kiss anybody like Dupain-Cheng.” Chloé snorted crossing her arms. “The only thing she probably kissed was the air in one of her daydreams.”

A chorus of ‘Ohhhhhs’ echoed through the class. Marinette glared at the blonde and got up.

“Oh, really Chloé? I’d let you know I kissed real people, unlike you.” she strutted to where Chloé was standing, head held high. “Did you kiss anybody besides your own reflection?”

Another chorus of ‘Ohhhhhs’ echoed through the class. When Marinette and Chloé had a showdown the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

(It was sexual tension, but the two of them still didn’t catch on that.)

“I kissed lots of people, I can kiss one billion times better than you.” Chloé barked.

Marinette rolled her eyes and snorted. “Sure you can, cherie.”

Never in her life had Chloé been so irked by sarcasm. “Bite me, Dupain-Cheng.”

But before Marinette could answer, Chloé grabbed her shirt and pulled her into a kiss. Now, no matter what anybody says, Chloé was not an aggressive kisser. Not on first kisses with someone anyway. But this time? She didn’t even bother with the idea of being gentle, she went full tongue kiss. Marinette growled against her lips, wrapping her arms around Chloé’s waist, spinning them around. Marinette bit Chloé‘s bottom lip, making her her groan in her mouth. Deepening the kiss again, Chloé reached for Marinette’s hair pulling it out of the pigtails and letting the hair ties fall to the ground. She felt Marinette’s hands gripping her tighter and digging in her jacket.

“This is how you want to play then…”Marinette growled against her mouth, licking her lips before grabbing the sides of her shirt and starting to push her backward.

The next thing Chloé knew was that she was hoisted up and pushed against a wall. Marinette pushed her legs apart, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise while never breaking the kiss. It was intense, but Chloé would be damned if she would give her upper hand. Biting her tongue, Chloé reached for Marinette’s hair and pulled at it forcing her to lean her head in such a way that would give Chloé better access. Damn Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her amazing kissing abilities and her lips that tasted so sweet. It almost made her consider kissing Marinette whenever she had a craving for sweets. She would make a good alternative. An amazing one, actually. And even if she would say the opposite, Chloé loved the way Marinette could easily hoist her up and how good their bodies felt pressed against each other and how soft Marinette’s hair felt in between her fingers.

Chloé really didn’t appreciate the moment when they broke the kiss and Marinette put her down. They were both breathing heavily, their hair a mess (and for once Chloé didn’t mind) and simply not being able to take their eyes off each other. They were both aware their classmates were looking at them with their jaws on the floor, but personally, Chloé couldn’t care less and by the look of it, neither did Marinette. Her swollen lips curled in a dangerous smirk and Chloé could easily recognize the look in her eyes.

We should do this more often.

Chloé was down for it.