we just need to throw a bucket of water at her

Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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Pleasure

Theo Raeken

Why does he look so damn hot in this gif? Like he’s getting head?

Summary- The reader is a hunter who’s had a crush on Theo for a while and takes him to her place to torture him with pleasure.

Idk if that make sense but I just got the idea from the gif lol.

In honor of teen wolf sunday.

Warning- Daddykink!Theo Sub!Theo(Begin half) Sub!Reader, Dom!Theo., Blowjobs, chocking, bitting, unprotected sex. That’s all I could think of

Word Count-2,553


Theo pulled on the zip ties groaning at the tightness around his wrist. He had been captured by an unknown hunter, Theo was in his truck hesitant on calling Scott from what he had discovered when he was at the clinic a spider that disappeared into thin air. When he was in his truck a flashlight came into his view, he thought it was the sheriffs department but it turned out to be a hunter by it’s lonesome who shot a dart into neck knocking him out.

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In Heat - Alpha!Stiles Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Alpha!Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Liam Dunbar and my sons Mason and Corey.

Word Count: 4661

Notes: Man this is so filthy and it was so fun to write, I hope y'all really enjoy it. We got extreme sparking, marking, bring, cutting, scratching, bruising, oral (both receiving) and over-stimulation as well as masturbation (male) and finally teasing. Thank you so, so much to my best girl Steff, I don’t know what I’d do without her proofreading, editting and help on writing. (She’s even helping me write Kiss My Ass because I’m THAT useless!) so big shout out to my girl. I love you Steffy, Rick to my Rock. ❤️ @dumbass-stilinski 


Gif by @bonniebird and I’m still shook because damnnnnn 


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a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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That radio scene is a lot

That radio scene would be significant anyway but what really makes my hair stand on end is that not only is it decidedly shippy, but it is the last thing we see this season. The last scene/shot of the season works as a kind of launchpad for the season to come – setting up both the big bad and giving a general indication of our heroes’ character/relationship trajectiory.

The last scene of season we’re left with is Clarke, missing Bellamy, calling out into the void and hoping he’ll come back. It’s Clarke trying to reconnect with a Bellamy she no longer knows, tethering herself to his memory to keep herself sane. And Bellamy is the great unknown.  He’s unknown to her after 6 years, and perhaps to us too. We don’t know where he’s been or what he’s done, but she’s still there, irrevocably changed herself, and waiting in hope that he will return.

If that’s not shippy then I don’t know what is.

I probably need to calm down and manage my expectations but apparently learning from mistakes is a thing only other people do so let’s have a look at the final shots of the past seasons and see how they relate to the following season.

Season 3

The last scene of the season is Octavia killing Pike, and walking out the door. As she leaves, the camera pans to Bellamy and Clarke.  Clarke is angsting about Praimfaya but is watching Bellamy, her face filled with concern. But Bellamy is not looking at her, his eyes are following Octavia’s back as she marches out the room.

That for me, really sums up Bellarke in s4.  Clarke, watching Bellamy from a distance as she worries about his emotional state and tries to save the world.  And Bellamy, not really looking at Clarke at all, instead focussed entirely on Octavia and her breakdown, with Praimfaya a secondary concern.

I wish I had something to say about how Octavia killing Pike related to season 4 but I don’t and you can take from that what you will.

Season 2

The last scene in s2 is Jaha meeting ALIE, which is obviously a platform for s3. From Jaha’s POV, she’s scary but enticing, but the previous scene – in which Murphy watches one of Becca’s partners kill himself – shows us that she really is to be feared. The scene ends with Jaha staring wonderingly at the nuclear tech ALIE has pilfered as a show of power, while in the bunker we know Murphy is sitting witnessing the truth about her. And as promised, Jaha is the sincere purveyor of ALIE’s lies in s3, while Murphy the cynic is the unexpected sage.

It’s probably noteworthy that Bellamy and Clarke, the show’s backbone, were off-stage-right for these final scenes, considering what came to pass in s3a.  Both of them deferred to others in those early eps, and it took some time for their agency to return. ALIE was the big bad, and Jaha and Murphy the protagonists and antagonists respectively of that story before the others weaved into it.

And because I can’t resist talking about Bellarke and the s2/3 bridge: For those who need reminding the final Bellarke scene of s2 is basically a Raign-fuelled cryfest in which Clarke bids farewell to her friends, culminating in an emotional goodbye with Bellamy. After he pleads with her to stay, he pulls himself together, pushes down his feelings and lets her go, before turning his back on her to walk back inside. The scene ends with Clarke walking away with her back to him and Arkadia.

And s3 Bellarke launched like this: Clarke, back turned in her self-imposed isolation, trying to find peace away from her people and refusing to draw on Bellamy’s strength or her friends’ support, while Bellamy bottled up his angst and tried to pretend that everything was fine, absolutely fine.

Season 1

The last scene of season 1 was Clarke waking up in Mount Weather, uneasy at the cleanliness and the tech, before looking out of her window realising she’s trapped.  Then, she sees Monty across the hall, also trapped. And so it continued in season 2 – Mount Weather is the big bad, Clarke trapped, but separate from her friends, who are also trapped. Clarke trying to save herself and to rescue her friends. The sound editing on that scene is awesome, all we hear at the end is Clarke’s panicked breathing, letting us into her headspace and feel her fear. Season 2 was such a great Clarke POV season.

SEASON 4

Season 4 ends with Clarke putting down the radio to welcome the newcomers and wake up Madi, before having that hope replaced with fear.  The final shot is of Clarke sending Madi to safety and half crouching, ready to fight but unsure if she needs to. So if I were to wildly speculate, then the sequence of that s4 scene – hoping for Bellamy’s return, followed by fear for her and Madi’s safety, sets up the Eligius Corporation is the big bad obviously, but it also sets up the framework for this new Clarke and her new priorities. S5 Clarke has taken on board the lessons of her time before Praimfaya and she is now very much a head AND a heart person. What’s more, that heart is populated by someone new, someone who Clarke wants to protect. But it also establishes that Bellamy still lives in her heart.  Her friends still live in her heart. But Bellamy is…where?  With whom? Doing what?  Was she right to hope? Was it a fatal error to invest her faith and hope in someone she hasn’t seen for 6 years?  Could that come at the cost of the survival of the person right in front of her?

And just… radios are about connecting. It’s about Bellamy and Clarke, the backbone of the show, reconnecting, literally and figuratively, when the frame of reference for their relationship has changed.

Someone throw a bucket of water over me.

Aside: St Eligius btw, is the patron saint of metalworkers. And horses. Hmmm.

the angstiest thing i’ve ever written and i can’t think of a title for it

Request: ANGSTY IDEA what if Y/N tries to surprise Shawn and gets Andrew and Brian and Geoff to distract Shawn while she sets up an anniversary dinner in his hotel room, except when he gets back he brought a girl with him (she’s actually like a ring designer or something cuz Shawn wants to propose so hes gonna talk about what he wants while she sketches & helps him) and Y/N gets all pissed and Shawn tries to explain but cant explain without giving up the secret so he says nothing

a/n: holy fucking shit i actually love this so much. also i don’t know how to end things properly so it is what it is (also this is 1684 words can you believe) (angstiest is a word shut up)


You waited until Shawn went out for his morning jog with Geoff to confront Brian and Andrew about your plans. “Do you think you could keep Shawn out of the hotel room until dinner?” You asked, following the two men as they walked down to the pool.

“Sure, why?” Andrew asked, glancing at you over his glasses.

“Tomorrow is our anniversary, but he has a concert. So I want to make tonight special. I want to have a nice dinner set up when he gets back.” You gave a pointed look to Brian when you saw him wiggle his eyebrows.

Andrew cooed at your plans. “For sure, we can keep him out. Just let us know when he’s allowed into the room.”

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Jackpot | Oh Sehun

Originally posted by huntertainment

Link to Masterlist

What Happens In Vegas AU | More Love/Hate (oops)

Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work. 


A/N: I am so excited for you to read this one. It’s mostly based off the movie ‘What Happens In Vegas’ (you don’t have to have watched it to read this); but if you’ve seen it, you know what you’re in for. I hope you enjoy!


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7½ Disasters

@jilychallenge 07/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @petalstofish

Summer Tropes | “we have to crush the team of our unbeaten rivals in this waterfight (even if the other side has a rlly cute red head) oh god fOCUS”

Word count: 3000

AO3

would you believe me if i told you it’s still july on mars?


The first summer, it’s just him and Sirius, riding their bikes down to the corner store and using James’ pocket money to buy water balloons. When they get back to James’, they fill them up, and they have a go throwing them at each other. Sirius shrieks the first time he’s hit, and James’ aim accuracy plummets because he’s got water all over his glasses and he can’t bloody see anything, and Sirius will you stop darting around already.

It’s not nearly as fun as it looks in those American movies.

They trek inside, drenched and shivering, and James’ mum shoves them both in the downstairs shower to get the grass off. James doesn’t mind nearly as much as he lets on; a water fight in the English summer is a rather cold affair. Sirius gives his arm a soggy punch and says, “I’m gonna destroy you next time.”

But two days later, Sirius gets whisked away by his parents to France, and by the time he gets back, 17 whining postcards later, school has started and James has a runny nose anyway.

(It’s a disaster).

The second summer, Sirius has the forethought to invite Remus and Peter, and James has the forethought to wait for a day that’s actually hot. Sirius and Remus stay behind to fill up balloons while James and Peter speed down the hill to go get water guns.

Between them they can afford three little ones, or they can get one big one. “It makes more sense,” Peter reckons, “to get the three, ‘cause then we can have one between pairs and then a spare in case one breaks.”

“Yeah,” James says, “that does make sense.”

(They get the one big one).

James and Sirius argue for almost two hours over who should get to wield it before Remus snatches it from the table and climbs up the big tree in James’ backyard and sprays them when they try to follow.

(It’s a disaster).

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Hot Blooded

Warning:- Smut, Swearing 

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This is a mash up of several request because they were pretty similar :) so I hope you like!!

Requests:-

wantated said: Hey! I love your blog! I spent like, a whole day reading you Masterlist and since then I am in love! So… I have a request but it is big… so sorry! I was wondering if you could write something about Jody, Charlie and the Reader having a girls night at the bunker or somewhere where they talk about girls, boys and relationships and they make the Reader admit that she is in love with Dean and that she should confess to him, because he totally loves her too. Thank you so much! You are great!

Anon said: Can we have a reader and charlie girly night? thanks

Anon said: Can I ask for a deanxreader where charlie and sam plot to get them to admit their feelings? 

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You stumbled from the kitchen with snacks piled so high in your arms it was impossible to see over the top. It was your monthly “girly” night with Charlie and you were incredibly excited. Your knee collided with a chair on the way out of the room towards the converted “Movie room”; A string of not to colourful curse words flew from your mouth as the pain radiated up your leg.

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j-j-leroy  asked:

Painting a room and things end up in a paint fight

Between the seven of them, the Voltron team was incredibly busy.  There was always training to be done, the castle to fix and clean, information to absorb, machines to build, fights to prepare for- easily two dozen people’s worth of effort split between less than ten.

However, once in a blue moon, certain conditions struck.

Projects were on pause until proper supplies could be found.  Repairs were holding for the moment.  There were no local distress signals, no messages from their allies.  No immediate battles to fight, nothing they knew to prepare for.

There was always something to be done, but those tasks weren’t always the most pressing.

Or interesting.

“This whole room?” Lance asked in dismay.  He held the handle of his paint roller in one hand, the other sulkily pushed into the pocket of his jacket.

It was hard to argue the room didn’t need a good layer of paint.  The previous coat was cracked and faded, giving the whole area a shabby feel.  While nearly all of the castle was bare-walled, relying instead on the inlayed lights for decorations, this seemed to be some sort of fancy meeting hall.

It was the sort of place that hadn’t need to be touched up when they were only fighting for their lives.  As they gained allies and prestige and took part in more political battles, well..

The room was needed, now.

But it was big.  And all of it needed painting.

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Mr Fix-it

This is my fic for @teamfreewill-imagine (AKA Jamie) and her 21st birthday celebration (happy birthday doll!!) It’s an AU profession challenge so I picked painter/decorator/handyman with Dean!

Word count: 1,080

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of lawyer! Sam xJess Moore, Bobby Singer

Warnings: a fair bit of swearing, dirty thoughts, implied smut

Tags for signal boost/people who actually want tagging in my work are at the bottom! Feel free to jump on my particular brand of nutty by sending an ask! And of course vice versa :)


This was really not your week.

First the dog had gotten out one evening, meaning you had spent three long hours searching for him, only to eventually find him knee deep in someone’s trash. Bath time had not been fun.

Then your car had broken down on your way to a meeting. You’d had to spend a small fortune getting it towed and of course you’d been horribly late which wasn’t a good way to start things off with new clients.

And now there was this.

“Fucking god-damn bollocks.”

You’d been round at your grandma’s last night, joining in with her weekly lasagne and poker night (because nana and her friends were ‘not that old yet that we’re going to start playing bridge thank you very much’). A bit too much wine and you had ended up passing out on her couch, which is how you now found yourself staring at the massive hole in your ceiling from the pipe that had burst overnight, flooding the place until the pressure had become too much.

“Damn it all to hell!!”

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🖤Drug Lord E (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Y/N boyfriend owes some money to a drug gang which Ethan happens to run. Y/N goes to pay off her boyfriend’s debt, but Ethan decides to keep her for himself.

Warnings FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan

“Peace!” Grayson and I shout as we laughed lightly chuckled. I know this is wrong. I know what I do is wrong, but it’s who I am. I film youtube videos with my twin brother to throw the world off guard. I run one of the largest drug gangs in the world with Grayson as my right hand man. He always has the insight on things and makes sure everything runs smoothly and clears our tracks behind us. He always looks out for me and if something is wrong with the gang he is usually the first person to know about it and he deals with it.

“Dolan!” Grayson and I both look towards the doorway of my room and I see Nate, a member of the gang shouted. Soon he appeared in the doorway and was covered in blood to which Grayson and I jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Damn Garner what the fuck happened?” I growled as I see Alex rush in behind him.

“We went to go collect debt from Justin and he put up a helluva fight. Brought out a switchblade.” Nate states and looks to Alex.

“Did you pull your gun?” I asked and I balled up my fist in anger.

“No Dolan we know not to do that unless life or death. That’s the code.” Alex defends and I let out a sigh of relief. Grayson walks over next to me then he looks at the two boys. “He got away.” Alex says and I let out another sigh.

“Next time don’t let him get away. Now get yourselves cleaned up.” I stormed passed the bloodied boys and walked into the living room. Cameron was sitting on the couch as he was smoking a joint. I could see a block of cocaine peeking out from behind the sofa. I let out a frustrated groan. “If I wanted people to know we were a drug ring I wouldn’t be posting stupid fucking youtube videos trying to keep this a secret!” I shouted as I threw the block of cocaine at the wall which caused the block to burst leaving a white dust behind left in the air and a powder pile on the floor. The white dust was left behind on my fingers from poor packaging which I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Wow who the hell taught you guys to pack your fucking cocaine? Your grandma?” I brushed my finger under my nose inhaling the drug which sends a chill throughout my body. For a second everything is just fine. I wasn’t in the drug ring. I was at home with Sam holding her in my arms. Grayson and Angie were planning their wedding as Sam was expecting our baby boy in the fall. I would fall asleep with her in my arms after she took our baby boy in his bassinet. It wasn’t just Grayson and I. Alone.

“Ethan.” I jumped at the slight whisper of Grayson’s voice. I could feel my heart start to race as I looked at a worried Grayson. “Damn your pupils are huge.” Grayson says looking me in my eyes. I inhaled deeply and I threw my head back. “Are you fucking high right now Ethan? Realy?” He seemed angry, but I just pushed him back.

“Hell yeah I am. These dumbasses can’t pack a fucking block of coke right.” I pointed towards the powder on the floor. “Teach them how to pack it or I’ll find a new brother.” I said shoving past Grayson to go back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and then I turned towards the wall. My head was pounding and my heart was racing. I could feel my stomach turning. I felt extremely hot as I knew these signs. I fell to my knees and lied on my back as I started to vomit all over myself as I was shaking and convulsing. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I felt Grayson turn me on my side. I couldn’t hear him, but I knew he was screaming and probably crying. Soon everything seemed to grow soft and slow. I could hear Grayson’s screams get quieter. I felt my drool sticking to the side of my face, but I couldn’t move my arm to wipe it off. Then everything went black.

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“I don’t know Cam it just happened.” I heard Grayson’s voice grow loud and soft as I was starting to wake up. I could feel a cool breeze on my bare chest. I felt extremely thirsty, hot, and sweaty. I slowly leaned up and opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed. Grayson and my sister Cam were talking and had their back towards me. Cam plays as our nurse since if we go to an actual hospital they have to report our injuries to the police. I then felt extremely nauseous and I leaned over.

“Shit.” Cam said as she grabs me a trash bucket as I vomit in the bucket hard. Cam holds the bucket until I finish and then her and Gray lie me down gently on my back. She then bends a straw in my mouth as I suck in some water. Grayson was sitting on a chair next to my bed. I was extremely dehydrated as I cleared the water from the glass in seconds. “What the hell happened?” Cam asked me as I leaned up some more.

“He snorted a little cocaine and I think he had a drug overdose or something.” Grayson hissed seeming irritated. “When he was having his seizure he kept mumbling about Sam. I’m sure she’s the reason why he snorted.” Grayson snapped which I jumped up. “He needs to learn to let her go!” He screams at me. Before I could retort Aaron came into the bedroom.

“Hey am I interrupting anything?” He asked shyly. We all shook our heads.

“No more than usual Carpenter.” I groaned which Grayson slapped my knee.

“You know that guy who owes us money? The one Garner and Aiono saw earlier today?” He asks and I nodded.

“Go on.” I demanded. “What’s wrong? Is he here? Tell him he’d better have my money or else if he’s just wasting my time–” He cut me off.

“He’s not here.” He paused. “His girlfriend is. She says she has the money to pay off his debt for you.” I cocked my head in confusion as I stood to my feet.

“E…” Grayson trails off, but I ignore him and I walk into the living room which I see her. Questions ran through my mind, but I only asked one.

“How did you know to come here? You boy toy doesn’t even know where we live.” I crossed my arms as her eyes linger on my shirtless body. She doesn’t say anything at first, but I smirked. “If you like what you see I’m sure we can work out an arrangement on you boy’s debt.” I said eyeing her body up and down. She was wearing a white crop top that had black horizontal stripes. Her hair was long and dark and I smiled to myself when I noticed she didn’t have much of an upper lip. She was wearing tight jeans which made her ass pop and white high top converses. She was extremely light and had dark brown eyes. I could see she had her belly button pierced which was pretty hot.

“Ew no. Here.” She held out a wad of cash in front of my eyes. “There should be roughly  eight thousand in there.” She added. I took the cash as I shoved the wad in my back pocket. Neither one of us say anything but I snapped my fingers signalling to shut the doors and the windows. Cameron and Nate lock the doors and close the blinds. She begins to look frightened and confused.

“The eight thousand is a nice gesture, but Mr. Kelley owes us more than just eight thousand.” I look to Grayson who was walking into the living room. “How much does Mr. Kelley owe us after not paying for almost three months?” I questioned Grayson.

“Well to start with he owed us 14 thousand and we tried to send him out to sell since he wanted to join our team. More drugs went missing then we got in profit. Then, counting interest and just because we’re assholes, let’s add some more thousands on there. In total Justin Kelley owes us a total of 22 thousand dollars and some change.” The girl’s eyes grew wide as her mouth hung open.

“We can’t afford that! I only have the eight thousand. He told you he was robbed and that’s more drugs went missing then in profit!” She screamed at me, but Nate grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

“Well you two owe me about 14 thousand dollars and I know how we can work this out.” I look up to Nate and I nodded. He then picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder and walked down the hall as she started shrieking which Nate muffled her screams as he took her to our spare room. I turn around to see Grayson and Cam looking at me.

“I’m leaving. Next time you have a drug overdose, don’t call me.” She says storming out, but she stops. “Just think, do you think Sam would want this?” She asked before slamming the door of the living room leaving Gray and I alone.

“Ethan…” He groaned sympathetically. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. I turned on my heel and I wandered down the hall to get to know our new guest roommate who will be staying with us.


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I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it

“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”

“Emma-“

"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.“

Precious Cargo

Request: Hey, I love your imagines and was wondering if I could request a newt x reader? Maybe where like newt and the reader are dating, or like engaged, and the reader is pregnant (but no one but she herself knows it). And like newt and the gang go into battle and the reader ends up passing out. And then when she comes too, they’ve found out she’s pregnant? And maybe like an argument with reader and newt about why she didn’t tell him). HIGHKEY ANGST ANGST ANGST THANK YOU AND MAYBE-JUST MAYBE SOME FLUFF

Word Count: 3,178

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Pushing your chair back, you stand from the dinner table that Queenie, Tina, and Newt sit at, laughing over a joke Tina heard at work. Newt’s eyes shine when he glances at you, and he places three fingers to his lips to hide the growing smile. Blushing, you smile back and begin clearing the plates from the table.

Your ring clicks against Queenie’s plate when you lift it, and you don’t bother trying to hide the smile that appears. She’ll be able to read your elation anyway.
In mock horror, Queenie turns to Newt. “Mr. Scamander, making her clear the table on her own? Is that anyway to treat your fiancée?”

Newt beams at your two-day old title. “I suppose it isn’t.” He places his balled-up napkin on the table, stands, and reaches to take the plates from you. “She shouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

You spin the diamond ring on your finger, melting under Newt’s look of pure adoration. Your stomach flutters and twirls. He tilts his head—such an adorable habit of his—and you want to be much closer.

Tina clears her throat, uncomfortable with the starry look the two of you are holding over the table. “Maybe we should go.”

Queenie giggles. “Come on, sis, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

You tear your eyes from Newt’s dazzling ones. “Oh no, don’t –“ You start to say, but trail off at Queenie’s eye roll and understanding smirk.

The two disappear into the stairwell and close the front door as Newt sets the stack of plates down. The floor creaks as he steps around the table.

The smell of nutmeg, pine, and the wind surround you as Newt nears. His soft hand lifts yours, drawing it closer to his face where he can inspect the shimmering diamond.

“I’m glad you said yes.” A wisp of red hair drifts in front of his eyes as he lifts his gaze to yours, head still bent.

“I’m glad you asked,” you tease, heart hammering against your ribs like it wants to break out.

Newt drops your hand, smile quirking up the corners of his lips as he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone. “I would’ve been the biggest fool not to.”

“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“My mother’s going to have a heart attack when the owl arrives.”

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I HAVE FINISHED ACOWAR. OH MY GOD.

Spoilers. 10/10 recommend. Also there’s a huge spoiler at the end end of the book. *evil cackles* Seriously. Read it. REEEEAD IT. NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE::

- Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.

- But it was the vines—the thorns—that had made it unlivable. My old bedroom had been overrun with them. They’d curved and slithered over the walls, entwined themselves amongst the debris. As if they’d crawled off the trellises beneath my windows, as if a hundred years had passed and not months.

- To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.

- Healing. Alive and healing. I reminded myself of that every day. Even when I still heard their screams, smelled their blood.

- That was my first step: make Tamlin believe, truly believe, that I loved him and this place, and everyone in it. So that he would not suspect when I turned them on each other.

- Not to demand the whereabouts of the two sets of wings his father had kept as trophies after he’d butchered Rhysand’s mother and sister.

- I let my glow spread, until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form. A knight before his queen.

- I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here. I had not forgotten that long-ago fight he’d picked with Lucien. The warning he’d given him to stop flirting with me. To stay away. The fear that I’d preferred the red-haired lord over him

- “What have you done,” Lucien breathed, and Tamlin’s face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside.

- And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.

- Alis squeezed my hand. “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.

- “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.” There was no time for this argument. For the truth and debate and the answers I saw he desperately wanted. Tamlin and the others would have heard the shouting by now. “Don’t make me regret this,” I told him.

- Cassian had taught me to always have a second escape route. Always.

- “But I think letting his court collapse around him is a better punishment. Certainly longer than an easy death.”

- JESMINDA

- “Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly.

- Closer and closer to the shore, to the awaiting party of sentries that winnowed in out of nowhere. No, no, no—A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.

- “There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.” And it was time for the world to know it.

- And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded … My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me. Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees. I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me. Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.

- Lucien said nothing while Rhys spoke. Or when I continued with my tale, Cassian often chiming in with his own account of how it’d been to live with two mated-yet-un-mated people, to pretend Rhys wasn’t courting me, to welcome me into their little circle.

- “And you love him. And he—he truly does love you.” Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. “And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing … They are your family.” “I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us—” “Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”

- “I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,” Lucien breathed.

- “As far as I can recall, Cassian,” Rhys countered drily, “you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.” “Pig,” Amren said.

- “I’ll never forget it, you know,” he said, blowing out a breath. “The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realized what was happening, and that … he’d saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but …”

- “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

- Again, that dry, quiet smile. “Why do you think Illyrians are so fit?” “Why did no one warn me about this cocky side of yours?” Azriel’s mouth twitched upward.

- “Nesta,” the Bone Carver murmured. “Nes-ta.” I squeezed Cassian’s hand. Enough. It was enough of this teasing and taunting. But he didn’t look at me. “How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.” I wasn’t sure Cassian was breathing.

- But Rhys rubbed his jaw, weighing, thinking. Then he said simply, “Only Nesta would not just conquer Death—but pillage it.”

- They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, “Bow.” For they had not. And with me seated on that throne … Their faces were still a mixture of shock and disdain as they all dropped to their knees.

- Cassian was halfway to Mor when she whirled on Rhys and said, “Why?” Her voice broke. And something in my chest cracked, too, at the tears that began running down her face.

- Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.

- Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

- I caught Cassian glancing at me for the third time in less than a minute and demanded, “What?” His lips twitched at the corners. “You just look so …” “Here we go,” Mor muttered from where she picked at her red-tinted nails against the stair banister.

- “Welcome to the court,” he said to her. “You’re about to have one hell of a first day.” And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.

- as Kallias opened his mouth—And then my friend squealed. Squealed. Both females hurtled for each other, and Mor’s squeal had turned to a quiet sob as she flung her arms around the slender stranger and hugged her tight. The female’s own arms were shaking as she gripped Mor.

- VIVIANE IS BADASS

- “She is Fae.” “No shit,” Viviane muttered under her breath, and Mor’s snort was cut off as Kallias raised his brows at them. Helion ignored them.

- “I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us.” “Don’t expect Amren to return hers,” Cassian muttered. “She’s grown attached to it.” I could have sworn a smile tugged on Varian’s mouth.

- But Viviane nodded, chin high, and rose. “I will fight with you.” Cresseida stood a heartbeat later. “As will I.” Both of them looked to the males in their court. Tarquin and Kallias rose. Then Helion, smirking at me and Rhys. And finally Thesan—

- I let my gaze dart through the room, half paying attention to Helion’s musing on the wall and how to repair it, then dared study the High Lord for a heartbeat. Look at him. The nose is the same, the smile. The voice. Even Lucien’s skin is darker than his brothers’.

- Nesta was watching me carefully. I admitted to her, “Sometimes … I have problems with small spaces.” “I can’t get into a bathtub anymore. I have to use buckets.” I hadn’t known—hadn’t even thought that bathing, submerging in water…“ Nesta said.
- Nesta stepped forward. Then another step. And another. Until she was in front of Graysen, faster than anyone could see. Until Nesta smacked him hard enough that his head snapped to the side. “You never deserved her,” Nesta snarled into the stunned silence as Graysen cupped his face and swore, bending over. Nesta only looked back at me.

- Run, the Suriel mouthed once more, blood dribbling past its withered lips. That was pain in its eyes. Real pain, as mortal as any creature. And if Ianthe took it alive to Hybern … The Suriel knew it was a possibility. It had begged me for freedom once … yet it was willing to be taken. For me to run. Its milky eyes narrowed—in pain and understanding. Yes, it seemed to say. Go.

- Amren found me within twenty steps, a wrapped bundle in her arms. “Every time you lot leave me at home, someone manages to get gutted.”

- Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us. No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.

- “I CAN’T love him like that.” “Why?” “Because I prefer females.”

- “What?” she asked, coming to my side. “I was just thinking,” I said, smile growing, “that whenever you’re ready … I was thinking about how much fun I’m going to have playing matchmaker for you.”

- And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!” She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies.

- “He named his three personal ships after them,” Drakon said with a smile. And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships. The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta. With my father … our father at the helm.

- The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn’t get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting. The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

- threw herself to her knees before Cassian. “Get up,” she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. “Get up.” He tried—and failed. “You’re too heavy,” she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armor. “I can’t—he’s coming—”

- Nesta didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

- “Don’t you touch my sister.”

- Rhys’s face was battered—bloody. His hands were still tipped in talons, his canines still elongated. Barely out of that beast form. “You—you freed her—” He was stammering. Shaking. I wasn’t entirely sure how he was even standing.

- It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw. Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him. He looked like he was sleeping. But as I breathed in—It wasn’t there. That thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasn’t there. It was gone. Because his own chest … it was not moving. And Rhys was dead.

- “Be happy, Feyre.” Tamlin said quietly.

- “Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.”

- “Hasn’t anyone told you? You’re disgustingly rich.” “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.” He squeezed my knee. “Good. We need someone with a head for money around here. I’ve been bleeding out gold left and right thanks to our Court of Dreams taking advantage of my ridiculous generosity.”

- A gift. All of it.

- There are more tales to be told in the land of Prythian … THE SERIES WILL CONTINUE IN 2018

(HOLY SHIT YESSSSSSS)

A Day at the Beach: A Markiplier Egos One Shot

(For @chibikuroneko13 who requested a story of the Egos at the beach! Hope you guys enjoy!)

“You guys have never been to the beach before?” Amy asks, almost dropping the yarn wrapped around both her hands. Host has taken up knitting. He’s terrible at it so far, but he refuses to give up for some reason. “Why not?”

Host shrugs, continuing his sloppy knitting. “It’s hard to for us to travel anywhere as a group. We all have the same face, half of us are psychotic, and the other half are… eccentric. We typically cause quite a ruckus.”

Amy shakes her head. The Egos almost never get out of the building, except when Oliver makes grocery trips or Wilford goes for pizzas. “We’re going to the beach. I’m taking you, and that’s final.”

Now she’s starting to regret the decision. They’re all piled into a minivan amongst the beach supplies. Mark wants to shoot a video of the guys making sandcastles, and so he and the rest of the team are in the other car, leaving Amy alone with the Egos. She has no one to blame but herself though. She insisted that she could handle them.

“There’s another dog!” Wilford shouts, pointing out the window at a person walking their dog. “It’s so cute. Can I take it? Just for a little while?”

“No!” Amy says for the eightieth time since they left Ego Inc.

“The Host feels like this is a pointless venture. He does not want to be here, and he would prefer it if you would STOP POKING HIM WITH THE FOAM NOODLE, SILVER!” Host rages from the passenger’s seat.

“I want to ride up front with Amy,” the superhero complains, poking the Host again.

Amy rolls her eyes. “Host gets to sit up front because the rest of you give him anxiety. Leave him alone, or I’m going to let him narrate you into jumping out of the car!”

Silver pouts and Ed snickers beside him. Bim is all the way in the back with Wilford and the Doctor, and he looks very uncomfortable squished between the two of them. “Amy, how much longer until we get there?”

She takes a deep breath. “We get there, when we get there, Bim.”

And finally, finally they get there. Mark, Ethan, and Tyler start setting up for the video while Kathryn and Amy herd the Egos out of the shot. “We can’t let the fans see you! They’ll all have a heart attack,” Kat yells at Wilford who is looking down at her like he’s a little annoyed but very much terrified.

“But I’m the channel’s icon!” he insists, pushing his luck. Kathryn grabs his ear, yanks him down to her level, and whispers something to him that make his eyes go wide. When Kat releases the Cotton Candy Killer, he backs away slowly at first and then runs to catch up with the others. The Egos head to the edge of the water as Teamiplier films the video.

Amy always keeps the boys in the corner of her vision until they’ve got all the footage they need.  Bim and Host start to craft their own sandcastles, which they’re quite good at despite never having tried it before. Most of the others are up to their waists in the water, splashing each other or searching for shells. The Googles opted out of coming since sand and saltwater don’t mix well with robotics, and someone had to keep an eye on Dark. But the others seem to be enjoying themselves, at least for the moment.

“You did a good job,” Mark says, walking up behind her after loading the camera and mics back into the car. “You make a pretty good Mom.”

“They are kind of like children. Big, scary children with knives and superpowers.” Amy hugs herself and sighs. “I just want them to be happy.”

Mark rubs her shoulders a bit when he sees how tense she is. “They are, especially when you’re around. So give yourself a little credit.” He rests his head on her shoulder and hugs her close. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you here. And I’d never know how to deal with them if you hadn’t convinced me to give them a chance.”

Amy rests a hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit and smiling at the Egos. Wilford and Ed are filling buckets with water and approaching at an alarming rate. “Um, Mark. I think we might want to run.”

“What?” Mark says as Amy sprints away. He looks up just in time to get a face full of seawater as the Egos dump their buckets on him. They all stand there for a moment as Mark sputters and drips. “Ok, you want to play this game?”

Wilford and Ed run, and Mark immediately starts chasing after them as Amy throws her head back and laughs. Wilford leaps over Bim and Host’s sandcastles while Ed heads back for the water. Doc, who is digging a trench, screams at Wilford leaps over him as well. Mark yells for Tyler and Ethan to come help him catch the Egos, and the two boys grab their water guns from the back of the car and run to Mark’s aid.

Amy and Kathryn lay out towels near the sandcastles and watch the water war unfold. “They’re not so bad once you get to know them,” Kathryn says. “I can see why you like them so much.”

Amy leans back on the towel and smiles. “Yeah, they’re my boys.”

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part One}

Author’s Note: Thanks to @celestial-writing for looking this over for me! Some of you probably won’t understand what I’m talking about when working the pipeline, since I asked my dad, who’s a farmer (who’s also Mr. Holmes c; ) but I hope you lovelies enjoy!


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Sports AU because Sidney is basically built to be a catcher - anon submission

As the acting captain for the Pittsburgh Penguins for the last ten years, Evgeni Malkin is used to being forced into doing things for the sake of the franchise. Interviews, meet and greets, you name it. In the beginning, he used the excuse of English not being his first language to get out of the post-game media but after two years, the management staff quickly caught on to what he was doing and told him to suck it up.

After their third Cup win and second in a row, Evgeni found himself standing underneath PNC Park in the batting cages getting ready to throw out the first pitch. He was never much of a fan of baseball; games were too long and the amount of fights that broke out were far and few between. Still, when Jennifer from management fixed him with her patented stare and a threat of hours of interviews Evgeni was suddenly a baseball fan.

A few of his teammates are milling around the cages and touching things they probably shouldn’t be. He knows for a fact that the water bottle Jake and Conor are passing around is not full of water but he says nothing. Either he is getting soft in his old age or the still existing hangover is affecting his judgement. Evgeni goes with the second option.

“Hey Geno,” Jake calls from outside of the batting cage. “Do they have baseball in Russia.”

“Have National team.”

“There is only one team? In all of Russia? Isn’t Russia like fucking huge?”

Conor elbows Jake and nods his head at the cameras surrounding them, capturing their every movement. Jake simply shrugs and takes another swig from the water bottle.

“Not need baseball. Hockey best sport and only best for Russia.”

Jake snorts and Evgeni pauses mid-throw to look at him.

“I say funny thing?”

Jake pales visibly at the look on Evgeni’s face. It’s the one that means “if you say the wrong thing, you’ll be skating suicides until you throw up.”

“Um- I mean.”

Geno starts laughing, “I just joking.”

Flower, who entered at the start of the conversation, let’s out a loud laugh. It draws the attention of the camera crew who turn their equipment back on in hopes of catching some interesting footage.

“I’m too drunk for this,” Jake grumbles. It’s evident when he tries to exit the batting cage and gets tangled in the net.

Conor takes the bottle from his hand, “no more for you.”

The two of them leave before they can get into any more trouble.

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“Hey G?”

“Everyone want to talk to me. So popular.”

Flower rolls his eyes, “whatever big guy. I just came to tell you that they’re ready for you out there.”

Geno nods and tosses the baseball in his hand into the nearby bucket. He knows that this isn’t that big of a deal but nerves still flutter in his stomach. The worst thing that can happen is that he throws way off his mark and the team will chirp him.

The team has gathered in the tunnel that leads to the field; they part slightly so Evgeni can get to the front. A member of the Pirates’ staff waves them forward and they all file out towards the mound. A few of the Pirates’ players are in the dugout and hive five the Penguins as they pass. Evgeni is ushered by Bones to the center of the mound where the ball is balanced on the rubber. He picks it up and tosses it between his hands while the announcer informs the crowd on exactly who they are; as if anyone in the city of Pittsburgh is unfamiliar with them.

The catcher, equipped with his mask, crouches behind home. This is when Evgeni realizes how much farther away he is than when he was warming up.

Someone behind him coughs in a way that sounds a lot like “don’t mess up.” Geno thinks it’s Phil. He makes a mental reminder to shove Phil when they get back under the stadium but in the meantime he takes a deep breath. Geno raises his left arm and with a step forward, releases the ball in the direction of the catcher’s mitt and prays to every deity that it hits its mark.

There is a distinct thawk that signals the catcher catching the ball and a weight Geno was unaware of, lifts from his shoulders. His teammates all clap him on the back and once again, Bones is ushering him in a direction.

“You’re supposed to shake hands with the catcher,” is Bones’ response to the faces Geno makes at him. 

Evgeni turns around and strides down the field towards home plate. The catcher removes his mask and all of Geno’s thoughts stop. Standing in front him, pale skin flushed slightly from the heat, is the most attractive man Evgeni has ever seen. The man tucks his mask under his arm and walks the few feet towards Geno until they are within talking distance.

“I believe this is for you.” The man hands over the ball Evgeni just threw.

Geno blinks a few times and seems to remember where he is. “Thank you.”

“It’s your ball.”

“Not for ball.”

“Then what?”

“Catching ball. Not make me look dumb.”

The man throws his head back and laughs. Geno is once again distracted and misses the man attempting to talk to him.

“What?”

“I was just wondering if your team was staying for the game.”

“You going play?”

This time it’s the other man that is slightly startled. Geno mentally curses his words for not being in sync with his mind. This is not the place to look for a guy.

“I am playing. Catcher, which you probably guessed,” he gestures to his mask. “I also bat fourth.”

Geno nods and intends to ask if that means anything but Flower comes up behind him and pokes his shoulder.

“Time to go G. Sidney has a game to get ready for.”

“Sidney?”

“That’s me,” the man, Sidney, raises his hand. “I’m Sidney.”  

Geno sticks his hand out abruptly, “I’m Evgeni. Can call Geno.”

“Yes, I know.”

Flower pushes at Geno’s back, “okay, we really need to go. Good luck Sidney. Kick some ass.”

“Thanks Flower. Will I see you after the game?”

“We should have some time.”

Flower pulls Geno back over to the team for a quick photo op and finally they retreat back under the stadium to be given their seat numbers.

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Geno is settling in to his seat in the third row behind home plate when he remembers the conversation down on the field.

“How you know Sidney?” he leans over Kris Letang to ask Flower.

“We met a few years back at a charity function for the Children’s Hospital.”

“How long?”

“Geez G, I don’t know. Maybe four years ago. Why?”

“No reason.”

Geno turns back towards the field to watch the grounds crew put on the final touches.

“He’s been to some of our games.”

“What?”

This time Flower leans over Tanger, “I’ve invited him to some games. Apparently he is a big hockey fan.”

“Why you not introduce?” Geno is struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that he could have met Sidney years ago.

“You hate baseball so it didn’t occur to me to introduce you to a baseball player.”

“I not hate baseball,” Geno waves his arms frantically, nearly hitting Kris in the face.

“Okay that’s it. Flower, switch with me.” Kris stands up and gestures towards his seat.

Flower gets up and takes the seat next to Geno.  

“I can’t believe you didn’t know his name.”

“I not like baseball. Not my fault.”

“Ha. So you admit that you don’t like baseball.”

Before Geno can respond, the announcer begins speaking; he calls out the starting lineup for the Colorado Rockies. He then moves to the Pirates. As the players are announced, they run to their position and Geno watches as Sidney stops not even ten feet in front of them. He hadn’t noticed before, but the way his uniform fits him is almost too distracting. It’s not too bad until Sidney crouches down to warm up the pitcher does Geno give up all hope of actually focusing on the game. All these years of maintaining a crouched position have given Sidney thighs of steel that have Geno thinking thoughts not suitable for this family-friendly environment.

The game really does fly by when you have something to pay attention too and soon enough the announcer is shouting about something called the “Seventh Inning Stretch.” Geno stands with the crowd but is painfully unaware with what is going on. Flower disappeared around the end of the sixth inning so he is of no help. Kris just kind of shrugs when Geno asks him about it and continues to stand awkwardly while everyone around him sings a song about something called Cracker Jacks. Eventually the song ends and everyone sits down. Flower reappears just as the batter before Sidney steps up to the plate. He has a plastic bag clutched in his hand and tosses it at Geno.

Inside is a black jersey with yellow lettering, very similar to their own. The biggest difference though is when Geno turns it around and instead of a familiar name or number, it has the name “Crosby” and the number 87.

“What this?“

“Are you kidding me G? He has been standing in front of us all game and you didn’t even notice his jersey number.”

“His eyes haven’t been looking that high,” Jake remarks from behind them.

This gets a loud laugh out of Flower. So loud that it catches Sidney’s attention from the on-deck circle. Flower is trying to muffle his giggles by pressing his face into Geno’s shoulder and normally he’d complain but Sidney is now looking at him so he thinks he can forgive Flower for invading his space.

Before he can stop himself, Evgeni picks up the jersey with the back facing Sidney so he can see before he slips it on over his shirt.

This gets a smile out of Sidney that has Geno mentally vowing to try and repeat any chance he can get. The batter before Sidney gets walked and this time Evgeni tries to actually pay attention to something other than his ass. The game is tied at 1-1 with one out. Sidney watches the first pitch go by and it’s called a strike. The second one he fouls off, making the count 0-2. Geno watches as he takes a deep breath and digs his heels deep into the dirt. The pitch comes and Sidney swings hard. It’s hit high but there is just enough power behind it to carry it over the fence. Evgeni may not know baseball, but he knows this is a good thing so he stands and cheers with the rest of the Pirates’ fans. Sidney crosses home, high fives his teammate and shoots a quick smile in Geno’s direction. Flower elbows his side and Jake grabs his shoulders from behind.

The game wraps up quickly after that with a Pirates’ 5-2 win. The team has about forty-five minutes before they have to board the bus back to the arena which gives Flower and a nervous Geno enough time to talk to Sidney.

Unlike hockey, there aren’t any post-game interviews taking place in the locker room so they’re allowed immediate entrance. Flower seems to know his away around because he makes a beeline for the back corner of the room. There, Sidney is sitting on the bench unlacing his cleats. His hair is plastered down from his mask and uniform is covered in dirt and sweat but he is still the most attractive person Geno has ever seen.

He brightens visibly when he sees the two of them approach and it makes Geno’s heart flutter. Sidney stands and hugs Flower easily and turns to Geno but hesitates slightly as if unsure whether he is allowed to touch him. Geno makes it easier for him and wraps his arms around Sid’s shoulders quickly. They are as broad and muscular as they looked.

Sidney and Flower catch up so Geno tunes out, instead getting distracted by the gold chain that peaks out slightly from under Sidney’s jersey.

Flower pokes him for what must be the twentieth time today.

“What?”

“Did you enjoy the game? Flower said you don’t really like baseball.”

“Flower lies.”

Sidney raises an eyebrow, “so you like baseball?”

“Sid makes fun. Is normally so slow.”

Flower pinches the bridge of his nose like he can’t believe Geno is acting like this.

Sidney just smiles wider. “Well thanks. I try.”

“You come to hockey game now.”

“Didn’t your season just end two days ago?”

Geno shrugs in response. Their season did end exactly two days prior which meant there was a long time before Sidney could watch a game.

“I’ve been to a game before; several.”

“You like?”

“You’re very good.”

“You have Penguin shirt?”

“I have a jersey.”

“Gross Flower jersey?”

Sidney hesitates, “Malkin actually.”

Geno flushes, “really?”

Sidney turns to rummage through his stall and pulls out his phone. With a few taps and swipes, he pulls up a picture of him at PPG Paints Arena. He is wearing a worn Malkin jersey and his arm is around some girl’s shoulders.

Geno’s filter must have taken the day off because he blurts, “is girlfriend?”

“Sister,” is Sidney’s immediate response. “I’m single.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck. “So.”

“Maybe want to hang out?”

Sidney’s eyes search Geno’s face for something and he must be satisfied with what he sees because he smiles and nods. He passes his phone over for Geno to input his number. Flower, who Geno didn’t realize left, reappears just as Evgeni is handing back the phone.

“Time to go G.”

Flower says goodbye to Sidney and hugs him again with promises to get his over to see Vero and the girls.

Evgeni follows Flower out of the locker room and feels his phone buzz as he gets on the bus.

Unknown Number:

Hey it’s Sid.

Sidney.

Sidney Crosby.

Geno smiles down at the three messages. Of course Sidney is the type to make sure he clarified. His phone buzzes again.

It was nice to finally meet you. Maybe we can grab food and see a movie sometime.

Geno types out his response.

Nice to meet. Friday?

Almost instantly there is a reply.

It’s a date.

Those who are Broken | Chapter Fifteen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

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You stared up at Ben in complete shock.

Who the fuck threw a bunch of fucking shit on him? After all the time and hard work you spent on keeping this fucker clean for the past week, some little shits decide to throw a bunch of trash all over him. Now you have to clean him all over again.

Did the headmaster do this?

Would she stoop that low just so you can keep cleaning him until you finished your punishment? Would he look like shit every time you finish cleaning him just because you don’t follow her rules?

“I thought you would finish cleaning him by now,” a familiar voice said from behind you.

Turning around, you met eyes with Jimin, his hands in his pant pockets. “He was clean. Some bastard trashed him last night,” you told him, turning back to the shit statue that stood in front of you in all its glory. “After all the fucking hard work I put into making him look brand new,” you mumbled, tossing the bucket full of cleaning supplies to the ground in frustration.

“Most likely the headmaster did this,” Jimin said, bending down to pick up the bucket you tossed. “At least you have someone to help you clean it—better than doing it alone.”

You sighed. “You’re right,” you told him, grabbing the supplies from inside the bucket, but it wasn’t. Even if you have someone to help you clean, you had spent days cleaning the statue, and if the headmaster trashed the statue, the two of you are going to have a serious talk.“We’ll need water.” You gestured towards the water faucet a bit off to the side next to a rose bush. “Fill the bucket up, and we’ll start cleaning him up. Again,” you whispered the last word, glaring at the statue as if it’s his fault he got dirty. You watched as Jimin made his way towards water faucet, placing the empty bucket under it, and twisted the knob. Water shot out from the faucet, filling the bucket within seconds.

Turning the knob shut, he made his way back towards you. You couldn’t help yourself from staring down at his arm that carried the bucket, his muscles flexed, a vein or two going up. Even through his short sleeved, black shirt, you could see how built he was. You wondered what it would feel like to have him wrap his arms around you, holding you tight against him. His face buried in the crook of your neck, warm breath hitting your skin before his lips brushed along sending a chill throughout your body.

“Ready?” Jimin asked as he placed the bucket down next to you, bringing you out of your fantasy.

You felt your face heat up as you looked away. “Y-yeah,” you stuttered, handing him a scrub before you poured a small amount of soap into the bucket full of water. You dunked your scrub into the bucket, mixing the water and soap together until bubbles began to form. “Shall we start?” you asked, pulling out the scrub and climbed up the ladder

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