when you feel my heat look into my eyes

An Aquarius looked at me, and smiled. She places a hand on my cheek and said, “I’ve watched people come and go out of my life, and here I am hoping you’d be different..”

An Aries looked at me, she slowly inched herself closer to me. Planted a kiss on my lips and said, “I hate you’re so damn emotional. I hate you for reading me like a book, but my god, you make me so damn vulnerable.”

A Cancer looked at me and smiled. She slowly sat up and placed herself ontop of me, looking down at me. She grabbed both of my hands and squeezed it softly and said, “You’re the one. I can feel it, and I’m serious…”

A Capricorn placed her cigarette back in the ashtray and looked at me, she slowly grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her and scooted herself closer and smiled at me and said, “I would never want you to let go of me.. Got it?”

A Gemini rubbed her butt on my crotch. A smile on her face. She turned around and asked for a kiss, then suddenly she pushed after it got heated and said, “Promise me, you’ll only look at me. Even when I’m distant, come and find me.”

A Leo looked at me and gaze into my eyes and said, “You’re always listening to me talk about myself. How about you start tonight because I’ve been dying to know about your day. Let’s start about our secrets. I’ll go first. I hate being a Leo..” She laughed at how silly the secret was and she kissed me and said she was just playing, and was going to tell me a real secret. We laid and talked, and we opened up a new level in our relationship. Trust.

A Libra came crawling to me and placed herself between my legs, she falls over and rests her head on my chest and smiled at me. We stayed like this for minutes and we talked about her work and how her day was, and did nothing but talked the whole night.

A Pisces laughed and slowly sat up, she sat ontop of me and grabbed my hands and kissed them softly. She smiled down at me, squeezing my hands in hers. Suddenly tears rolled down her cheek, but she laughed softly and said, “I don’t know what to feel around you, but they’re good. They’re good feelings and you.. you bring out the best in me.”

A Sagittarius rubbed my back as we laid in silence. Then suddenly she lets out a sigh and played with my hair and said, “I don’t know what to do with you. You make me think too much, and I can’t stop. You make me crazy, you stupid fool.” She laughed and continued to play with my hair.

A Scorpio turned to me one night and whispered enough for me to hear, “I love you. I know I don’t say it to you as much, and I know you. You need reassurance every day, and I’m sorry that I don’t know how to express myself like you want me to, but.. I love you, so very much. I just want you to know that you’re the best gift life has given me, and I appreciate you. I love you.” She then leaned down to kiss my cheek and then slowly punched my back playfully. “You asshole..” she giggles.

A Taurus rested her head on my chest as I played with her hair. Suddenly she began to talk about how we met, and how she saw me and fell in love with me completely. How she was eager to show me into her world and bring a part of me that no one has ever seen out. She laughed and slowly inched closer to kiss my chin, and continued on talking about us. The Past. The Present. And our future together.

A Virgo pulled away from my arms, a soft smile on her face. She looks at me and then settles back into my arms and we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. She kissed my nose and said, “You only get to feel this once. Different in forms, but this, this is only once in a lifetime and you better not let me go, you hear me?”

—  Pillow Talk
Is This My Shirt?

Peter Parker (Marvel):

Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter Y/N and Peter became good friends after Peter got recruited by Tony and Y/N always clean Peter’s wounds after a rough fight.

A/N: This was neither requested nor planned but I wrote this a few days ago because I just love the combination of Peter Parker and Tony Stark. Maybe I’ll write a second part… so tell me if you like it.

Feel free to send in requests! :)

×××

I woke up to a knock and snuggled my face into the pillow, groaning. I heard the knock again, quicker and louder this time.
I groaned again, stretching my limps before looking to the glass door to the balcony.

I saw Spiderman leaning against it, waving slightly and taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful face. Standing up, I realised that I was only wearing my father’s shirt that covered most of me.

I hesitated but went over to the door, shoving it to the side to open it and Peter fell into my arms, groaning loadly before I could greet him.
“Peter!”, I gasped quietly as I tried to hold his body with my small arms.

“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N. It’s just…”, he began rather loudly, as he pulled himself back, “I, uh, was… there was this guy again…”
“Shhh. My parents are asleep.”, I explained quietly and while he rambled on, my eyes found his black eye and the cuts in his face which I hadn’t noticed before. My hand reached up to his face, my fingertips carefully drawing over the cuts. He shut up the second my fingers touched his skin.

“Oh, God, Peter… are you hurt somewhere else?”, I asked him and he nodded, his hand tracing over his chest down to his stomach.

Without hesitation I pressed the metal spider on his chest making the fabric go loose and sliding down his shoulders. “What the hell? How do you…?”, he exclaimed quietly, grabbing the suit and holding it, not wanting to stand in front of me with only his boxers on. My eyes instantly shot a brief glance on his abs before I looked him in the eyes.

“Come on, Peter, I helped dad while he worked on the suit. I know more about it than you do.”, I laughed softly, but got quiet when I took a closer look to his chest. There was a huge cut over his whole chest and several smaller ones over his stomach.

“Shit.”, I mumbled, pulling him towards my bed and pressing him down, “Let’s take this off and then I’m going to-” “No, wait.”, his hands firmly grabbing mine which were about to take off his suit completely.

“What are doing?”, Peter wanted to know,his voice shaking slightly. “Don’t be so shy, I’ve seen you shirtless before. And honestly, Peter, I’m not wearing a lot more clothes than you.”, I grinned at him but he only looked more shocked.

“That’s not helping…”, he muttered and sighed, “I… I can take it off myself.”

I only nodded, leaving him in my room and quietly wandering through the hallway to get to the bathroom and take a wet cloth.

Getting back to my room, Peter still sitting on my bed, I closed the door. His head turned to look at me, giving me a cute, little smile as I approached him.

Neither of us said a word as I pushed him down on my bed, laying on his back. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned his wounds.
I was hovering above him, being really near his face while I examined his black eye.

He shut his eyes while I traced over the cuts on his face and he flinched everytime, suppressing a groan and probably thinking about how he got all the cuts.

I couldn’t help but let my fingers roam through his brown curls, feeling him tense up. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re safe here.”, I whispered before pressing a long kiss on his cheek. His brown eyes widened instantly, staring into mine but his expression softened as I smiled at him before taking care of the cuts on his chest.

The only sounds that filled my room were his soft groans while I cleaned the huge, deep cut on his chest. It took me a while to finish my work and Peter’s chest had lifted and sank about a thousand times due to his heavy breathing.

But when I finished cleaning his wounds I wasn’t able to look away from his muscular body. I felt the unbearable urge to touch him and my hands reached out before my fingertips danced over his stomach and traced over his abs.

He was so beautiful, I was wondering if this was the body of a god. But one thing I knew for sure: this body took my breath away.

“What are you doing?”, I suddenly heard Peter’s voice and I jumped, pulling back my hand. I looked at him, feeling the heat in my face and opened my mouth to say something but no word left my lips.
I just hoped that he wasn’t able to see me blushing due to the dimmed light.

I cleared my throat when he sat up, looking at me with a flirty smile.
“Is there something else I can help with?”, I wanted to know, my voice even higher than usual.

He wanted to shake his head but then stopped, looking into my eyes all the time.
“Actually…”, he began, “I, uh, was- you know, wondering if I could… maybe stay here? I-I need… uh, I need cuddles. No, I’d like to… cuddle with you… if it’s fine.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. But you have to leave in the morning as soon as possible.” , I responded calmy, though I was a excited mess on the inside. I gave him a slight smile before standing up. “You want a shirt?”, I continued, making my way over to the wardrobe and turning on the light.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”, he said and came over to me into the wardrobe, where I had taken off my father’s shirt, not expecting him to follow me and now standing in front of him with only my underwear.

“Jesus Christ! I’m so sorry!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back against the wall. I randomly picked a shirt before pulling it over my head and took a comfy pair of shorts, putting it on as well.

Peter was still shocked but his gaze was glued to the ground, his face as red as his suit. “Here, put this on.”, I mumbled, ignoring the embarrassing scene and pressing my father’s shirt that I had worn before to his chest.

I turned off the light of the wardrobe, laying down in my bed and waiting for Peter to join me. I watched him, putting on the shirt which was a bit too big for him, as well. “This is weird. I’m wearing Mr. Stark’s shirt…”, he mumbled as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling. “Would you prefer sleeping naked?”, I chuckled and he smirked. “Maybe.”, he flirted and looked at me briefly but turned to look at the ceiling again.

I watched him from the side, admiring his facial features “What?”, he breathed, noticing my staring. “I thought you needed cuddles.”, I whispered back and a smile formed on his lips.

There wasn’t another word spoken. He just wrapped his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, my forehead against his head and my hand on my father’s shirt that hid his abs.

My heart beat quickly, while his fingertips traced over my upper arm and I tried to stay awake, wanting to live every second of this. But I was surrounded by his intoxicating scent, the warmth coming from him and our comfy position made me fall asleep almost instantly.

I woke up to the light getting turned on and Peter sitting up but I only groaned, not being awake enough to process what was happening. “Uh, Y/N?”, I heard Peter’s rough voice.
“Peter, it’s too cold without your hot body.”, I mumbled, “Why did you turn on the light?”

I felt him shake my arm and I sat up now, as well, my arm brushing his. I wanted to snap at him but then I noticed my father standing in the door frame. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Peter, his eyes filled with panic.

“I repeat: What the hell is going on?”, he wanted to know, his arms folded in front of his chest, a strict look on his face.
“Mr. Stark, I swear, we didn’t-”, Peter started and my dad scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. And hands off of my daughter!”

Peter scooted away from me, taking his warmth with him. “Dad, we were only-”, I began but he interrupted me.

“From this moment on, there’s a line.”, he said after a deep sigh, approaching us. “Dad.”, I moaned but he ignored me.
“Talking, hanging out, hugging. All fine with me, but that’s it. Nothing more than hugging. Understood?”

Peter nodded quickly, “Of course, Mister Stark.”
“Now, get out of this bed, kid.”, my dad sighed and Peter did as he was told, picked up his Spiderman suit and stood in front of him, ready to leave.

“Wait, is this my shirt?”, my dad wanted to know and Peter nodded slowly. “Do you want me to give it back?”, Peter’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.

My dad shook his head, “God, no, just keep it.”

Part 2
Justin fingers you in the middle of the movie theatres

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Request: “Justin Foley smut pls” + “Could you make an imaine of Justin please?!” + “Can you make a Justin imagine? Love your blog” + “Justin imagine soon please?!!” + “Justin Foley imagine pleeeeeeeeease”


Your P.O.V
I was at the Cresmont movie theatres with my boyfriend of 4 months, Justin Foley. We were snuggled up together in the back row of the theatre, watching a cheesy romantic comedy. It wasn’t the best of movies but I’d do anything with Justin if it meant spending time with him.

Justin had his arm slung around my shoulder. He looked pretty engrossed in the film we were watching. I shifted closer to him, snuggling up into his side. It was pretty cold in the theatres and given that I was wearing a skirt, my legs were left bare. Justin glanced down at me for a split second, before bringing his arm from around my shoulders, down to my inner thigh. He placed his hand there, the heat radiating from it warming up my leg. I leant my head on his shoulder shutting my eyes, just enjoying being in his presence, when all of a sudden, I start to feel his hand glide upwards. 

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Devil Princess

Draco x female reader 

Warning : SMUT SMUT

guys this is my first ever smut, so sorry if i mucked up or its abit rocky, im up for A LOT OF requests bc I rarely get any so if u have ideas, don’t be shy. if you see a mistake, tell me and im more than happy to correct it. 

Just a breif understanding: you and draco are in a relationship, and you two have been a thing for a while now. Its christmas break, and he went back to Malfoy Manor to see his parents and you stayed at Hogwarts, as ur parents lived abroad, and then something unexpected happens… 

(H) - your house, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor

Originally posted by draco-malfoys-wife

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Shady Deals

“Are you saying that serial killers can’t be feminist?”

I sucked loudly at my drink, trying to get the rest of the nearly melted frappe. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Well what are you saying?”

“I mean, anyone can be a feminist. But once you go around killing people, it’s not like it matters anymore. Now you’re just a murderer, regardless of your views on gender equality.”

“I’d still rather be killed by a feminist.”

I laughed, “Why’s that?”

“Because,” said Liz, waving her drink in the air despite the looks she got from the other people in the cafe, “at least then I know i’m not being killed by some prick who’s twisted idea of justice is taking out my ovaries because I had an abortion.”

“Liz, you’ve never gotten pregnant.”

“My killer doesn’t know that!”

I unwrapped the cookie we bought earlier, broke it in half and handed the bigger piece to liz. In between bites, I asked, “Why is your killer taking your ovaries?”

“It’s his signature. He takes the organs as trophies.”

“Geez, Liz,” I laughed again, “I think you’ve given this too much thought.”

“Promise me, Joni,” she said, taking my hand, “Promise me that If I die before you, you’ll turn my corpse into a work of art.”

“Oh my God.”

“I want to be posed beautifully. I give you full permission to do what you will. Take out my organs. Skin me and lay my skin suit down next to me as if it were my lover. Just make me look good.”

“Liz!” I could see multiple heads turn in our direction. They must have thought we were crazy.

“I want to die in style.”

“Well,” I said, reaching for my phone, “That day will have to wait. It’s already two. Are you ready to go?”

Liz stuffed her half of the cookie in her mouth, red lipstick smearing a little. Then she chugged her drink and grabbed her purse.

The walk to the park wasn’t far, fifteen minutes, but it felt like an hour. I was nervous and liz could tell.

“So what are you trading again?”

“This,” I said, taking an old iPod out from my purse. It was in great condition- the screen wasn’t cracked, and it was only half full of songs. “The guy was willing to trade his old film camera for it.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, turning the iPod over in her hands,” I remember you saying something about wanting to get into photography. Why film?”

I smiled, “Film is superior to other mediums. It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t use microchips to convert a real image into digital; it is real. I’ll show you when I start taking pictures.”

Liz shrugged. She didn’t get it yet, but she would.

“Thanks for coming with me by the way,” I said, taking the iPod back as she handed it to me.

She nodded, “Buddy system is best. Do you know what the guy looks like?”

“He said he’d be wearing a black hoodie.”

“That could be half the people in the park, Joni.”

“Well, just keep an eye out.” We arrived at the park then, and sat down on a bench. IT was warm from the sun, and the warmth felt great on my back.

I scanned the park, looking for a black hoodie. There were many. Liz gave me a look that I knew meant, see? Half the park is wearing black. I just shrugged, and continued to look.

I was about to send him a text saying we’re here, on one of the benches. Are you here yet? When a shadow fell across me and Liz.

“Joni?” He asked. I stared at him. I couldn’t see his face under the hoodie. It was so dark underneath- like the jacket swallowed up any possible light that could have revealed his face.

As I continued to stare, I realized it was his face. Or rather, he didn’t seem to have one. I tried to be polite.

“Uh. Yeah, yes, I’m Joni. Can I see the camera?”

“Of course.” His voice was harsh, as if he’d been swallowing big gulps of sand. If sand had a voice, his would have been what it sounded like. “It’s in excellent condition. I took it earlier to be cleaned- it’s working perfectly.”

When he handed me the camera, the metal body was cold. Liz was frozen next to me. I looked through the viewfinder, opened the back to get a look at the aperture mechanism. He was right- it was perfect.

“Thanks,” I said, and handed him the iPod. When he took it from my hand, I could see his fingers. Black as shadows and just as insubstantial. Like smoke.

He nodded under the hoodie, and stuck the iPod in his pocket. I could feel Liz’s arm grasp mine suddenly, as if she was afraid he would pocket me too.

He took my hand then, and liz held on to me even tighter. I held my breath but all he did was shake my hand and say, “Pleasure doing business with you, Joni.” His hands were very soft.

I looked into where I thought his eyes might be. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and prayed no one else could. Finally he let go, and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” I said, placing a reassuring hand over Liz’s. She was worried over nothing. “I didn’t get your name.”

He turned around. For the first time, I realized he did have a mouth. He smiled, showing off rows of sharp teeth. “We have been called many things. But you can call us… Rick.”

“Bye, Rick. Maybe…”

“Yes?”

“Let me know If you ever have something else you’d like to trade.” I blushed again as I said it, but if Rick noticed, he just continued to smile.

“I will.”

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Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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Tokens - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

request -  A DRACO MALFOY ONE SHOT RIGHT AFTER THE SECTUMSEMPRA SCENE WHERES HES IN THE HOSPITAL WING AND Y/N WONT LEAVE HIS SIDE AND AT THE END HE WAKES UP AND THEY END UP KISSING

“Draco? Draco where did he go?” I asked one of the prefects in my hall.

“I don’t know, go ask one of the professors or something, love.” The prefect lazily dozed off, going back to looking at one of his trading cards he hid in his robes.

“Everyone in this damn school is bloody useless.” I muttered under my breath, going up the probably 6th staircase in the last 20 minutes.

‘Which way to the medical wing? Do you have any idea?“ I asked a couple of students sitting out in the courtyards. They were some Ravenclaws and they seemed intimidated by the Slytherin themed robes I had on, but they seemed to have snapped out of their senses once I asked again.

"G-Go straight and then take a left. You’ll see a couple of nurses there.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed, smiling and dashing off to the corridors in search of my friend. It had gotten a bit too heated today in Defense of the Dark Arts, having Draco called up to go against Potter from the Gryffindor house just to prove something that didn’t really matter. Draco had ended up getting really hurt and my heart was broken at the sight.

Unlike other people, I didn’t really blame anyone for this accident. I kind of take life as it is and when it sends to me. I don’t see any logical point in drowing your anger and sorrow into one person. Most times, it just doesn’t make sense.
You catch my drift at all? I hope you do.

“Shit, Draco!” I gasped, running in after seeing his almost sleeping state in one of the beds.

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From Friends to Lovers

Request:  Bucky x Reader, Fucking them bend over a big and high bed (so her feet don’t even touch the ground)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (wear condoms), oral sex female recieving), 1 NSFW gif

A/N: So sorry I haven’t posted much today, It’s my birthday so I’ve been trying to finish this story, and spend time with my family. I haven’t had time to post ‘Tasha Tuesday stories today, but I’ll post some on Thursday to make up for lack of content today! Thanks so much for understanding!

Originally posted by sithlordalice

As the early morning rays of the sun peek their way into my room, I slowly open my eyes. I’m usually up and about before the sun rises, but this seemed like a special enough occasion to sleep in.

Turning to face the warm body lying next to me, I admire his handsome face. Strong jaw, stubbly chin, and long thick eyelashes lay against his cheeks, as he is still asleep.

Bucky had had another nightmare last night, and snuck his way into my room. He does this when he has night terrors, he says he can only sleep in peace when someone is next to him. Reaching forward, I push some strands of hair out of his face. He stirs, pursing his lips and squeezing his eyes shut. A groan escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards his warm body. I try not to squeal, I don’t want to wake him. The man doesn’t get enough sleep as it is. He groans into my ear, and presses his lower body into my backside. A deep blush covers my face, burying my face in my pillow.

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The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.

-

It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive
U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive
pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool
where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool
At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool
I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool
Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool
u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool
ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool
seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool
acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool
needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool
ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool
guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.

-

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
hullo¿

-

The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.

-

“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”

Silence.

“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.

-

Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.

Oh.

Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.

-

It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

Mixed Emotions

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2394

Author’s Note: I thought of the idea of this when I started re-watching teen wolf season three. I fucking love to write angst and fluff so this is what it is! Thank you to my babes, @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me <3


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candy floss

length: 1.9k

genre(s): the fluffiest angst

triggers/warnings: none!

an accident in class turns simon’s hair pink, triggering old memories for baz and bringing the two of them closer than before

a/n: much love to @cherryonsimon for the beta! go tell her nice things!! @bazwillendinflames i don’t know if this is exactly the fic you were imagining but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump ^__^ from now until the end of july i will be posting a new fic every wednesday so you can track the tag #egfics to keep up!! (the readmore might not work on mobile so just click my url to get to the post!!)



Baz

I smell Snow before I see him. I’d know the scent anywhere. The cloying smokiness of him; forever the cruelest joke. I hear him too, clomping up the stairs in that way of his. Like he’s always got somewhere to be, and he has to be bloody loud to get there.

He gets closer to the room, and I brace myself. I don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, but I don’t feel like fighting today. I haven’t been to any of my classes . Instead, I’ve been working on a paper for my last one of the day, and I still haven’t finished. (It’s Snow’s fault, of course. I’ve had days, but he keeps distracting me.)

The door to our room flies open with a bang and there’s Snow, breathing heavy and scowling. He looks like he’s just been for a run. I almost comment on his appearance, something snide and cutting. Something sure to remind him that we hate each other.

Then I notice his hair. It’s…

It’s pink. Simon’s hair–his normally bronze hair–is pink. Not just pink, but the colour and texture of the candy floss. The kind I used to get whenever I went to the fair with my mother when I was a child. When my mother was still alive. The memory hits me hard. She’d despised the stuff. Hated the way it made everything sticky and pink. But she knew I loved it, and made sure to get me one every time.

Feelings that had been locked away for years threaten to spill out, and I turn my head. I can’t look at him. Not with that hair. It hurts too much. I can feel Snow glaring at me, though I can’t imagine why. Surely he can’t be blaming me for this. I wasn’t even in class today; again, I’ve been working on this paper. I wonder what I missed.

He clears his throat. “This is all your fault.”

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So Much More (Smut)

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Request: hey, this a stretch but i love your stories!!! Could you write something where you and shawn are FWB but one night you guys have sex but it turns more emotional and fluffy? idk 😭

Word count: 3,118

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“Shawn Mendes with hit song Treat You Better” James Corden said, after Shawn had finished singing.

The camera pointed at Shawn once again and he smiled widely while hearing the audience applause him. I still found it rather strange watching Shawn on TV, like somehow, I still didn’t get just how famous he’d become. He was still that little Pickering boy to me and to be honest, he would probably always be.

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My King || Taehyung

Request - hey! can I ask for a King!Taehyung au wherein he’s married but he’s like “I will never stop loving you.“ ?? smut. thank you! :–)            

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jeon Jungkook)

Genre - King! AU, smut, kind of fluff

Summary - Being the Queen’s sister, also the King’s sister-in-law, you have an exceptional place in the King’s heart and he proves it to you.


It had been a year since your older sister and the King of the Silla Dynasty had gotten married and a year and a half since you had been his mistress.

Obviously, your sister didn’t know about it, and sometimes, it did hurt you that you had to hide away such a hideous truth as this from her. But then Taehyung, the King, and your lover, would sweetly convince you that for love, there are things that need to be let go.

For one, you hated, no, despised the fact that you had to live in his castle as his mistress. You had, for so long, wanted to either live as his wife, or just break all ties with him and go back to your Father’s kingdom.

But then, not too long ago, Taehyung’s father, called you to his chamber and informed you that you were to marry the youngest prince, Jungkook. Now, he was great, you wouldn’t deny that Jungkook was a sweetheart and if you ever did marry him, he would take care of you. In fact, you saw this as a perfect opportunity for you to actually ‘redeem’ your life that you lived as a mistress and get to live with someone who would give their undivided attention to you.

But, you knew this was somewhere close to impossible. You were deeply in love with the King himself, and knowing Taehyung, the last thing he would allow is you getting married to his younger brother. So, you decided to meet Jungkook first.

You were on your way to Jungkook’s chamber, when a hand pulled you into a secluded basement room, another hand clamping your mouth shut. You began thrashing around but then heard a familiar voice, ‘Y/N, it’s me!’ Your widened your eyes and you stopped struggling against his grip.

He left you and you turned around, staring at him with an appalled look, 'You scared me, Jungkook! What are you- why are we in the basement?’ You looked around, only a flame not far away, illuminating the room.

'I had something to tell you.’ He looked at you with scared and unsure eyes, and you nodded your head, your eyebrows furrowed.

'Father told me about the engagement. He wants us to marry and all that. But, Y/N, I’m sorry- I can’t marry you.’ He said. You simply stared at him, and he averted his gaze from yours as though he thought you would get really upset about his confession. But you a felt slight happiness bubble in your chest.

You laughed, making him look at you with raised eyebrows, 'You’re laughing?’

'Of course, Jungkook. I was coming to ask if you really wanted this marriage or not, myself.’ You told him, another laugh escaping your lips as he let out a heavy sigh of relief before chuckling.

'But-’ You calmed yourself down, your stomach hurting from laughing too much, ’-What’s the reason, if I may ask?’

His smile faltered a little before he stretched his lips again, 'I have given myself to another person already. It is her who I want to marry. Besides, I know Hyung-nim and you have something going on.’ He smirked, now it being your turn to raise your eyebrows.

'What? Jungkook, how did you-’ You panicked, but he laughed. He held your shoulders, 'Don’t worry, Y/N. Hyung told me all about it. We’re much closer than you think. Also, not to offend you, but, Hyung’s right, Noona can be a snob sometimes.’ He looked at you apologetically. You smiled, a fist of guilt clenching your heart, 'I know. She- she gets…violent sometimes.’ You agreed, referring to your sister’s short temper.

You both walked out of the basement and into the corridor, where you both conversed about new things and all kinds of gossip that were trending in the palace. You both decided that you might as well inform his and your father that you and Jungkook will not be getting married to each other.

'But what will I tell Father?’ He looked at you with worried eyes. You thought for a while, 'Why don’t you tell him the truth?’

Jungkook looked at you as though you had asked him for his head, 'No, no, no. I couldn’t. Father would never let me-’

'Look, Jungkook; Although I’m not his daughter, I can still say that Namjoon would still take your decision to consideration. He’s your father.’ You smiled at him as your hand went to rest on his cheek, caressing it lovingly. He sighed, 'Okay.. I’ll try.’

With that he was gone to talk to his father, and you went your way, deciding to take a stroll in the palace grounds.


As you walked in the garden, your hand feeling all of nature’s work, occasionally smelling the flowers that bloomed, your thoughts wandered to Taehyung.

Maybe it was time that you cut it off with him. It was already time for them to bear a child who would be Taehyung’s successor. And you didn’t trust yourself to be able to take it well when that would occur.

It would all be for your, Taehyung’s and your sister’s good. No child would want to find out their father didn’t love their mother. That would be a nightmare, for everybody involved.

As you walked along the flower bed, you heard a male voice, whom you unmistakably recognized as Taehyung’s. You took in a deep breath, deciding it would be better if you got it over with today and right now.

You followed in the direction of his voice and you almost ran to him when you noticed he was talking to someone.

'Darling, you know we decided for later. Why do you want a child all of a sudden?’ His voice stayed nonchalant as he stared at your sister who had her back facing him.

'I’m sure your father is expecting a grandchild, because I know my father is. We don’t have to do what we decided before marriage.’ She spat, turning around to face him. You crept behind the bushes so you were looking at both of them from the side.

'But I prefer we do as we planned. It would-’

'Do you not love me anymore? Is that why you are delaying?’ She walked to him, her chin tilted so she was looking him in the eyes, but he didn’t look down at her, he simply stared straight ahead.

'Of course I love you, my dear. I just-’ He began but your sister grabbed his robes, making him look down at her.

'Then prove it to me.’ You heard her whisper before pulling him down to kiss his lips, an audible gasp leaving your lips which thankfully went unnoticed by the couple. Your heart ached, as you watched them and their lips mold with each other’s. You knew he loved you, and not her, yet, you could never ignore the emptiness that begins to form inside you as you witnessed such things.

You got up from your crouched position, and began walking away, a tear slipping your eye. You would talk to him later.

'Y/N, when did you get here?’ You heard your sister call you. Your heart, legs, and mind, stopped working all together. You stayed stationary, only your hand moving up to your face to wipe the tear from your cheek. You turned around, a stiff smile plastered on your lips as you looked at the both of them. She was still holding on to his robes and he had an arm around her waist.

Ignoring all of it, you said, 'Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you two- I’ll go.’ You were about to turn around when Taehyung called you this time, 'Nonsense. Come here, Y/N.’ Those words held such deeper meanings that he knew only you could decipher. You limbs ached as you walked to them, a heated feeling surrounding you.

'Yes, my King?’ You addressed him, like he usually asked you to when you both were alone and, well, having fun.

He let his lips twitch at the reference, while your sister gave you a judging look. As you and Taehyung talked, your sister missed out on all the secret messages you both conveyed to each other through your eyes or even by just mere words.

'Y/N, is there something wrong?’ Taehyung noticed your slight hesitation as you replied, 'No, your Majesty. Everything is fine.’ You smiled, but he didn’t fall for your façade.

'My dear,’ Taehyung turned to his wife, 'When did you say you will be leaving to meet your Father?’ He gave you a side glance and you sighed.

'In an hour.’ She said as she took a flower in her hand.

'Are you not joining your sister, Y/N?’ He looked at you, clouds of lust already beginning to form in the brown orbs of his.

'No, I’m not.’ You said, before telling him you had somewhere to be. You knew you were to go to his chamber in an hour, and until then, you’d practice what to tell him. You bowed, before bidding goodbye to your sister and left.


Sweat began to form on the surface of your palms as you got closer to Taehyung’s chamber, your heart falling to your stomach, an ungodly nervousness building inside you. You repeated the words you had to tell him, and you reminded yourself time and again, that no matter how much he tried to woo you, you would turn around and leave.

And, oh, how hard it was just to get an opportunity to speak as he already had his large hands all over you within seconds of opening and closing the door.

'Taehyung- ah -no, wait,’ You moaned as his hand found your sensitive nub already under your robes. His other hand began untying the knot of silk on your waist, before pulling your robes apart, his lips kissing yours as his hand massaged your breasts.

You knew it would be too late if you let him take over your feelings, your mind already getting hazy, as his tongue ran it’s tip under your ear, getting a mewl out of your mouth.

'My beautiful Y/N, it has been so long since I last got to feel you like this.’ He mumbled as his mouth went down to your breasts, before coming back and picking you up by your legs.

'Taehyung, please-’ He cut you off again as he kissed you passionately, before settling you on his mattress, him already having gotten rid of his clothes.

He pulled down your robes, exposing your naked body to him, his hand gently caressing the skin wherever it landed on, his tongue licking his lips before leaning down to kiss you. You placed your palms against his chest, stopping him.

He pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, 'Is everything alright, my love? You seem to be troubled since morning.’ He eyed you with genuine worry, tears beginning to form at his words in your eyes.

'No, no, Y/N. Did I cause you pain? Was I not supposed to do something?’ His attention was now completely deviated from your naked body to your face, all the lust fading away.

'I-I can’t Taehyung.. I can’t do this.’ You said as your hands came to your face, a you sobbed into them all the pain in your heart throbbing against your chest.

'Why.. Y/N, did someone tell you something? You have never been so scared before.’ He cooed as he pulled you to him, resting your head on his chest, on which you cried. You had to calm yourself down before you trusted yourself to speak, 'We can’t keep decieving my sister like this.. You and I have to move on. For her sake and for ours.’ You let out a choked sob, his hand caressing your hair gently.

'Y/N, I know you are worried about your sister. And frankly, my love, I am too. That is why I am deciding to break off our marriage. I don’t care if our dynastic succession depends on this. I know my Father would understand me if I told him that I love you.’ He explained, you having ceased your crying.

'But, no-’

'Y/N,’ He placed his index finger and thumb under your chin before tilting it up to make you look at him, ’I will never, in my life, stop loving you. You are everything to me than I could ever imagine. Losing you would be like losing a part of myself. Besides-’ He chuckled, ’-My father doesn’t enjoy your sister’s company. He loves you like his own daughter than her.’ He smiled at you, before placing a loving kiss on your lips.

'She’s happy with you, Taehyung-’

'She has been sleeping with my cousin, Y/N.’ He said as he placed you down on the mattress again.

'She- what?’ You exclaimed as his head dipped into the crook of your neck, beginning to place open mouthed kissed until your breast.

'Yes. I caught her not too many nights ago.’ He mumbled against your skin before moving southwards to your throbbing core.

'But, she doesn’t know?’ You breathed, your hand going to his hair, tugging at his chocolate brown locks, as his face rested between your thighs.

'Of course she doesn’t. If she did, she wouldn’t have kissed me in the garden today, or asked for a child. It’s her trick.’ He said as he ran his tongue the whole length of your sex.

'No- but -why didn’t you- ah -tell her a-anything?’ You arched your back as his tongue flicked harder and faster against your sensitive nub, before he began sucking it. Pecking it, he came back up, his nose shining from the juices it had touched of yours.

You gasped as you felt him enter you, 'Wouldn’t it be more fun if she caught us and act tragically, only to let this new information- you’re so tight, darling - disclose in front of my father?’ He groaned as he began moving inside you.

'As much as- faster, Taehyung -tempting that is, I don’t think I look forward to her catching us.’ You let out a breath as you felt the pleasure pool in your stomach, him complying to your request.

He began moving faster, your skin slapping against each other, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he leaned in to kiss you, your lips molding into a lustful kiss.

'I agree. We should just focus on not getting caught by the servants right now.’ He giggled before his face twisted into a snarl as his movements got sloppier.

A string of profanities left both of your mouths as you both came undone, you screaming out his name as his hand found your clit, overstimulating you, 'Taehyung!’

'Mm?’ He smirked down at you, before leaning in and pecking your forehead.

'We’ve got a whole day ahead of us, Y/N. And I’d like to use all that time to show you just how much I love you.’ He looked at you expectantly.

'Yes, my King.’


Originally posted by leojuseyo

THE FEELS

Finding something of value often happens when you’re not looking. So I’ve stopped searching for it. Some nights I dream about the universe and how we came to be, but by the time the sun comes up… I remember nothing. Nothing likes everything because of the emptiness. We want to fill ourselves up. From soul to heart. From whole to art. From dull to smart. From being a fool to hitting the mark. From lost to meeting you at a park & if we ever part & if we ever part… know that you’ll always be the only part of the story I won’t put down. When sleep is lucky enough to hold my gaze, I wake up bereft of arms and dressed in silence. I’m sipping you slowly into veins I have bruised against a longing I don’t deserve. Maybe today I’ll lock more than hands with a heart that is oceans deep, a page with thoughts absorbing more salt than the whites of my wounds, eyes gnawing the fragility of the likeness we rhythmically twirl to numb the gap in your smile. Love never felt real until you. Promises were missing pages between the scenes of our favorite movie. Pain turns our eyes towards the stars so we don’t have to look at our own destruction, at how we easily melt into slivers protecting porcelain tears. All you have to do is smile and I can feel the heat of your palms on my skin. Can you see my heart when I write for you? Of course you can’t, we place love into a dimension that we can’t see and proclaim that it’s supposed to hurt if it’s real. we wanted to feel something much more than a simple statement, so sing this song tonight and pray that we’re all that’s left between now and never.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
I Will Personally Put You In This Morgue! (Sherlock)

Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak 

Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults 

Word Count: 1,589 (geez) 

Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT) 

Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this. 

Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :) 

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”

That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this? 

“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me. 

“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks. 

“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” 

“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this. 

”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says: 

“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock. 

“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself. 

“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me. 

“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed. 

A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson. 

“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John. 

“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.

Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.

 “You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?” I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears. 

Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice. 

“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me. 

“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts. 

“ANDERSON, YOU INCOMPETENT, UNINTELLIGENT, IMBECILE! YOU CALL HER PATHETIC, YET YOU PAY WOMEN TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! ALSO, DON’T YOU DARE SAY SHE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ON HER OWN!” There’s a pause, and I hear a fist connect with a stomach repeatedly. “YOU CANNOT EVEN MAKE A SANDWICH WITHOUT HELP! AND YOU WANT TO QUESTION HER INTELLIGENCE? SHE HAS MORE INTELLIGENCE IN HALF A BRAIN CELL THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE!” Another pause. Someone is probably getting punched again. “ANDERSON, YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS SCUM ON THE PLANET, CALLING THIS ASTOUNDING GIRL A FREAK! IF YOU EVER TRY TO TEAR HER DOWN AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU IN THIS MORGUE!”

I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear. 

“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers: “That means you should ask him to dinner, then.” 

I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little. 

“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.” 

“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again. 

“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.

“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John. 

When we pull away, we sit there for a moment. Then, Sherlock starts to smile, and I start to laugh a little. He takes the cloth and throws it across the room. Instead of an arm, he offers his hand to me. I take it, and we walk over Anderson and out of the room. As we step out of the building, all I can think is, I can’t believe I just kissed Sherlock in a morgue, and my leg didn’t get in the way.

Diner

A/N: This was heavily influenced by Baby Driver, the movie. If you’ve seen it you know what I’m talking about.

Warnings: Strong language, Smut

Word Count: 1,947

Originally posted by zeusmayo

I tapped my chipped ruby red nails against the counter of the bar, staring at the neon sign that read “Open”. I looked down at my nametag, the little rectangle tilting down. I adjusted it on the black uniform, and smoothed out my skirt. I had to wear the same black button up with white trim and matching skirt every time I came into work. I guess that’s what I get for working at a diner. I started to walk up and down the booths that were unoccupied, desperately hoping someone would walk in so that I could do something. I sat down on one of the plastic covered leather benches, resting my head in my hands. A few seconds later, a bell caused me to raise my head.

It was the sound that told the workers someone was here. Finally. I got up from my booth and turned to see who had walked in. It was a boy, his wavy brown hair sat neatly atop his head, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. He was wearing a black hoodie making him look lazily put together. His eyes were wandering around the restaurant as mine were wandering around him. His were dark and mysterious, the contrast of his skin striking. He had red lips, the bottom one pulled between his teeth.

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Those three words

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: It’s official, I’m trash for Monty.

I hope you like this one xx

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.696

Masterpost


I had never been a fan of parties, but I had to admit that since I started dating Monty it had become something really fun to do, maybe because he told me his feelings for me in a party and it brought me good memories or maybe because having him by my side at the parties was a guarantee that I was going to have a good time.

I was in one of the parties Bryce had at his house after the baseball games, the party started even before the game ended or the team were even there due to Bryce being out of that game because of a lesion and he decided to get the party started earlier. I was there without Monty because Jessica begged me to go with her and I ended up agreeing and missing half of the game.

In that party you could even find people from the other high school, something pretty unusual, but it was working for now.

I was pouring a Coca-Cola in a red cup because that night I wouldn’t drink alcohol, I’ll let Monty have my turn, it was the least I could do after missing almost the entire game, when suddenly I felt a pair of arms around my waist and I quickly smelt my loving boyfriend’s scent and I smiled brightly.

I turned to look at him “look who’s finally here” I said before pecking his lips and wrap my arm around his neck.

He just smiled back and was about to give me a kiss when someone called him and both of us turned in the female’s voice direction just to see one of the cheerleaders from the other team.

“You played really well tonight” she said winking at him and playing with her hair.

I looked at him with surprise all over my face and when he looked at me I arched my eyebrows waiting for him to say something.

When I didn’t get an explanation from him I turned in the girl’s direction again “Fuck off girl” and without looking at Monty I already knew he was looking at me with lust, he loved when something like that happened because apparently it turned him on seeing me like that.

When I looked at him he tried to lock his lips with mine, but I backed off “oh no baby” I said taping his chest “I’ll see you later” I added getting rid of his embrace and leaving him there, I knew what he was playing and I could beat him at this game.

I joined Jess and Sheri, who were with a group of guys from the other team and I got along pretty well with them really fast. From time to time I searched for Monty in the crowd and I found him with his friends, drinking and staring in my direction.

“Come on (Y/N)!” Jess exclaimed grabbing my hand and pulling me in her direction “let’s dance!” I followed her where the people were dancing, accompanied by Sheri and the other guys.

I hadn’t drunk nothing, but after a few minutes it looked like if I had done it because I had lost all the sense of embarrassment left in my body, I moved my body next to my friend’s and the boys like if I knew them all my life.

There was a moment when my eyes found Monty’s and I noticed he wasn’t in the necessary mood for a party and how Zach was grabbing him by his arm probably to avoid him from coming to me, so I decided that I had tortured him enough and taking the last sip of my Coca-Cola I walked to him.

“Hello babe, are you having fun?” I asked with a playful smile in my face.

“You’re killing me” Zach let him go and his hands went straight to my hips and his lips to my neck, he had drunk more than I thought.

“Wow, easy” I chuckle putting my hands on his shoulders and making some space between us “don’t you have something to tell me?”

“Yeah… you look unbelievable beautiful tonight” he answered with a big smile.

I couldn’t help smile thanks to his words that I wasn’t expecting “I’m not talking about that, stop playing dumb”

“This is for that cheerleader?” he asked confused and when I didn’t say anything he knew I was talking about that “Babe I don’t even know who she is and I don’t want to know who she is, are you jealous?” he asked surprised, it wasn’t something unusual in me.

“I don’t know, you tell me. Were you jealous when you saw me with those boys? Because you looked a little bit… out of control” I giggled.

“You’re making me think too much” he said giving up and leaning his forehead on my shoulder.

“I think you need to lie down for a while” I laughed kissing his cheek.

“With you on top?” I could feel how he was smirking by the thought.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and I guided him to one of the rooms upstairs.

As soon as I closed the door his lips found mine. The kiss was passionate and needy, sliding his hands from my hips to my butt.

He walked backwards, not breaking the kiss for a second, until he fell on the mattress, taking me with him.

He tried to kiss me again, but I stopped him “You are wasted” I laughed when I saw his attempt of puppy face.

“No, I’m not” he said in a tired tone.

I got up and with a lot of effort I moved him to make sure he was comfortable, but I hit my feet in the process “You’re lucky I love you because if not I’d kill you right now for getting this wasted” I said between moans.

When I didn’t hear any funny comments from him I assumed he had fell asleep, but when I looked at him I saw he was staring at me and I automatically looked at my figure trying to find what was wrong but when I didn’t find anything I laid next to him, confused because I didn’t understand why he was looking at me like that.

“Wh-what did you say?” he said it with a serious expression, so serious that he seemed sober.

“Oh you know I couldn’t actually kill you” I tried to joke.

“No, not that, the other thing”

“You’re lucky that I love you?” he frowned, not taking his eyes away from me “what is it? Did I say something wrong?” I asked concerned.

He shook his head “It’s just… I hadn’t heard those three words in a long time, do y-you really love me?” I relaxed when I heard his words; I thought something bad had happened.

“Oh my god Monty, of course I love you” I answered smiling at him and caressing his neck, getting closer to him “even though you won’t remember this tomorrow” I added kissing him.

It was the first time one of us said those words in all the time we’d been together and they came out of me so naturally that I didn’t even realize that I’d said them.

“Believe me, I’ll remember” he said closing his eyes and hugging me.

“Then you’ll have to get used to hear it often” I kissed his head and I rubbed his hair until he fell asleep.

Thanks to Zach I managed to take Monty to his car and I drove us to my house where I had more problems to get him to my room just by myself, but I did it.

The next morning I woke up due to the sunlight that came through my window, I probably forgot to close the curtains the night before.

With my eyes still closed I turned myself upside down, trying to sleep again without the sun in my face, but suddenly I felt an arm around my waist and I remembered that Monty was there with me.

I opened my eyes slightly, hoping to find him asleep, but when I opened my eyes I saw he was awaken and looking at me, which made me smile like a fool and hide my face on the pillow.

“What are you doing?” I asked, not looking at him.

“Watching how lucky I am that you love me” he answered with a funny tone, reminding me what I told him the night before.

“So you remember” I looked at him, feeling the heat on my cheeks.

“Of course” he whispered getting closer until he was just inches away from my face “and I also remember that there’s something I didn’t tell you” I looked at him confused, I didn’t know what he meant “I love you too, you don’t know how much” he added making me smile again.

I couldn’t help it anymore and I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he grabbed me tightly from my waist, putting me closer to him.

What had started as a sweet kiss ended up being a passionate make out session. I put myself on top of him “I think you’re not wasted for this anymore” I mumbled before kissing him again and I felt how he smiled, what made me smile too and I went from kissing his lips to kiss his neck.

He put his hands on my hips and sat straight grabbing the hem of my shirt and taking it off quickly.

I kissed him again on the lips, trying to get closer to him if that was even possible.

“(Y/N)!” I heard my mom calling me from downstairs.

I broke the kiss and I put my hand on Monty’s mouth knowing that he was laughing due to the situation; I put my finger on my lip, telling him to shut up.

“Yeah mom?!” I shouted back.

“We’re going to the store! You have pancakes for breakfast!”

“Okay! Thank you!” after that I heard the main door closing and I took my hand off Monty’s mouth.

“Where were we?” he asked with a raspy voice bringing his lips to my neck.

cupcake7592  asked:

Can I have a Jhope boyfriend fluff/angst please!! ^~^

J-Hope BAD BOY AU: Angst & Fluff 
Prompt: “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you” & “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

I stalked down the flight of stairs, my eyes glaring at all i passed as I basically sprinted down the hallway and into the class room I knew Hoseok and his friend were in.

“You bastard!” I scream, throwing a piece of gunk off my dripping head in the direction of Hoseok who was lounging on the couch. It barely missed him and leapt off the couch and spun around to ind the culprit who dared to throw something at him. When his eyes landed on my figure he burst into laughter along with his friend who had began taking pictures of me. I was a mess. Covered in food-colored who knows what after I opened my locker to an explosion obviously planted by Hoseok and his thugs.

I approached him, my eyes seething and raised my hand to slap him but he caught it mid air. 

“Let go of me.” I say through gritted teeth,

“Why would i when you might slap me?” He says smirking at my hand and tightening his grip around my wrist. I raise my knee and give him one right where it hurts and he topples o er with a grown. Immediately his friends stand up and tower over me but he mumbles “Leave her,” As get up off the floor.

“Leave us,” He says brushing them off and they all glare at me on their way to the door. once they’ve left and it’s just Hoseok and I in the room together, my anger fades and fear kicks in. I’ve never been alone with him before. 

He get up and sits back on the couch and pats the seat next to him. I scoff. 

“That’s funny. You humiliate em and then you want to play the nice guy?”

“I was just being courteous. Wow. You really are feisty.” He smirks.

“Shut up, Hoseok.”

Hoseok dramatically puts up his hands in defeat. “I don’t know why you’re so mad at me. I have nothing to do with your new.. look.”

“Yeah right!” I say, taking off my sweater to wipe the stuff off of me. 

“I swear.” Hoseok crosses his heart, never taking his eyes off of me. 

“Then who did this then? Who would possibly have it out for me other than you?”

“And why do you think i have it out for you? Because you rejected me because if that’s it don’t flatter yourself, Y/N, it wasn’t that much of a blow.” He says with a tight smile that I just want to smack off of his face.

“Oh really? That’s great because I was afraid you that my rejecting you helped you realize that you’re a complete ass and destroyed your self-esteem.”

Hoseok leaps up off the couch and towers over me. “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” He says coldly, his eyes piercing down on me, the amusement completely vanished.

I stand my ground though and say, “Not until I get an apology.”

We stare each other down for a what feel like forever, the both of us refusing to back down or break our gaze. Eventually Hoseok is the first to look away from my eyes but his travel down and look me up a couple of times, causing the heat to wish to my cheeks. He’s closer now, his nose is barely brushing my own and he whispers, “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do?” 

I try not melt, looking into his brown eyes but eventually I can’t take the tension and I let him kiss me. 

This kiss is far from sweet, its angry and rough and leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, he stay just close enough that when he talks, I feel his upper lip move against mine. “I swear it wasn’t me, but I’ll find out who did it and I’ll make them pay.”

And then he kisses me again and this time its so sweet, I can’t remember why I rejected him in the first place.

A/N

HELLO! Thanks for reading :):) Anyone else stressed with school cuz same. It gets better though, I have faith in all of us WHOOP. 

~Armygirl