why do i look so unimpressed

Keith in the garrison part 2
  • Iverson(To Lance): You need to take things far more seriously! You need to learn some damn responsibility boy! You should be more like Keith! Model student he is
  • Lance: Yes sir *rolls his eyes at Hunk when he isn't looking*
  • *Later*
  • Lance: ugh I just don't see what's so good about Keith! Why does Iverson insist I should be like him? Ew
  • Hunk: Well, you do need to take things more seriously
  • Lance: What?! As serious as Keith, Christ look at him!
  • Keith, who is staring at the chicken nugget he just dropped: I think this is the saddest thing that's ever happened to me
  • Shiro, unimpressed: Keith you're literally an orphan
  • Keith: fuck off

71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

for @ihighfivedyourface

“Come again?”

“I said let’s take a walk outside. Come on, it’ll be fun”

Nico looked at the other as if he had just grown another head which in the world they live in isn’t that far fetched “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

“A walk. The two of us. We can also hold hands and be all couply”

“As fun as walking with you might sound, may I repeat a keyword? Thunderstorm. Why would you, a son of Apollo want to take a walk during a thunderstorm? Have you finally lost it?”

“I’m thinking clearly but thank you for having zero faith in me. Some boyfriend you are” Nico simply looked unimpressed causing Will to let out a sigh, “Look, it’s not that we’re directly affected. The magical barrier is keeping us safe, except for the loud thundering sounds that is. So, taking a cliche couple’s walk is totally fine”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Can we just do it sometime else? With a much clearer and calmer sky? or you can take a walk alone if you really want to?“ 

“I guess that could work” There was disappointment on Will’s eyes but he said nothing more to try and convince the other. 

Nico sighed, trying to think of a way to appease his boyfriend “Look, how about I join the campfire tonight? As compensation? The weather might be a lot calmer by then “ 

 "Fine. Don’t sleep on me later, di Angelo” Will gave a brief nod and placed a chase kiss on his boyfriend’s lips “So, later then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later”

“Hey, Will” Percy Jackson came running in quickly being followed by Jason Grace. The head medic stopped on his track and waited for the two approaching demigods.

“You two need something?”

“Yeah. We just want to ask how Nico’s doing. Is he okay?”

Will looked puzzled. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be okay?”

Both sons of the Big three equally looked confused until realization hit them. Of course, Nico didn’t bother telling his boyfriend.

“We mean the thunderstorm. How’s he holding on?” Jason asked, concern evident in his facial expression.

“Thunderstorms really makes him uncomfortable, you know” Percy added.

“Wait. You mean Nico is afraid of thunderstorms?”


“Can’t believe you didn’t know. No offense but we thought Nico talked to you about it”

Will inwardly cursed, “If you may excuse me, I need to do something”

Why didn’t Nico tell him anything


“What are you doing here?” Will mock pouted at the other before settling himself comfortable on the bed.

“What? you don’t want me here?” Will teased the other as he gently poked him on the side.

“It’s not that. I just thought you said you’ll take a walk” Nico looked really confused “You’re not exactly doing that right now”

“Yeah, figured I’d rather spend time with you and be your cuddle buddy since apparently you didn’t bother telling me about your fear over a thunderstorm” Will raised a brow at the other as if prompting him to make an excuse but obviously not going to believe him in the end.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter who told me but why didn’t you? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you. I’m sorry” Will let out a deep breath.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s so lame. A son of Hades who can practically raise an army of the dead, deathly afraid of a thunderstorm. That’s just cowardly”

“No it’s not being cowardly. It’s out of your jurisdiction, Nico. You don’t fear something just because you wanted to. Your fears, you don’t choose them. You don’t go picking up which things you should be afraid of. That’s not how things work” 

“I guess there is a point in your words. Thanks, Will” 

 “Anytime, Death boy. Now scoot over” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Being your cuddle buddy. As both your doctor and your boyfriend, I advise that you need lots of hugs and loving” 

“You’re just making up excuses to hug me are you?” Nico tried to fight off the smile on his face but eventually failed.   Will chuckled and handed a pair of purple ear muffs at Nico. 

“Would be lying if I deny any truth in that accusation. But, I really do want to make you feel better. And, Kayla’s the only one with an ear muff available, so sorry if it’s not a darker color but it should help block the noise out” 

 “I…Thanks, Will”

“Only for you. So cuddles?”


Spandex is for amateurs

Blueliner was pretty cute for a superhero, but then again so was Derek Nurse…

Dex had known his day was going to be awful. Nothing bad had actually happened that morning, but there was that feeling in the pit of his stomach. That all too familiar feeling that meant he’d run into him today, which meant Dex left his place wary of everything and everyone.

He was right to be suspicious.

Dex’s face was pressed down into the disgusting carpet, a heavy boot resting on his back. The boot, sitting heavily on an old bruise, was an uncomfortable pressure that got worse the longer it was there. He crushed the urge to shift and lay stiffly on the ground. It wasn’t even lunch yet and his day had gone to shit.

“Hurry up, Chad! That’s enough for now. We gotta get out of here before-“ 

The Chad at the till let out a cry of “Chad!” as the boot, and attached Chad, flew off of Dex and into the wall. He was wrestled to the ground, quickly cuffed, and Money Chad darted for the bank entrance. Before he made it beyond a few steps, Money Chad was trussed up like his partner. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Honestly, what was wrong with these guys.

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A Lesson in Love (Jealousy)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,304

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this one is for my love, @ourpeachskies

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this and for being my friend.

Originally posted by youaremysunshinemydear

“So, what do you think?”

You look away from the bright laptop screen, the loud clamor of the dining hall hitting you full force now that you’ve left the world created by T’Challa’s story. He’s looking at you, waiting with bated breath for your response. “I think that you’re gonna get an ‘A’ for this story and if you don’t, I’ll talk to Hill for you.”

His expression lights up, eyes flickering between you and his laptop. “Really?”

You cover T’Challa’s hand with yours, offering him a smile. It’s easy to understand his need for a little extra reassurance. As you’ve come to learn, thanks to your Creative Writing class, having someone else look over your work and comment on it is nerve-wracking. What can take hours for you to write only takes a few minutes to be torn down by whoever’s reading it.

“Really,” you confirm, giving his hand a small squeeze. “And I’m not just saying that because you paid for this meal.”

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Anon: Christian Yu scenario plea where he’s jealous you’ve been hanging out with his boys more than him but instead of coming forward about it you keep it up because you’re planning a birthday party 💖 fluffy ending, please

I’m weak :’) enjoy~

Christain x Reader - angst/fluffy

“Can you stop hanging out with Dabin and stay with me?” Christian grabbed your hand pulling you towards him “Sorry baby I told Dabin I’d meet up wth him” you shrugged your shoulders and pulled away from Christian, grabbed your jacket and left. 

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The Charmer

This is the beginning of a series requested by @hinaasyed on Sleepover Saturday. This will be an ongoing series so if you want me to tag you in the proceeding parts just tell me.

“If you go in now, you’ll scare her off,” Steve spoke into COMMS.

“Yeah well if we keep waiting she’ll get away,” Natasha spoke back. They were watching a waitress in a nearby restaurant. She was a suspected superhuman, and therefore she was on the Avengers’ radar. She smiled as she set a plate in front of her customers, two undercover Avengers Wanda and Sam.

“I need orders,” Sam spoke on the communications lines.

“Bring her in,” Steve ordered. He and Natasha went to the two exits in the restaurant, preventing her from running away. As the woman set a plate in front of Wanda, Sam set papers on the table. At the sound of the paper hitting the table, she looked over at it. The moment she did her stomach dropped. Her own name was written on the papers, as well as her affiliation with a company she had just barely made it out of alive. She looked up to Sam, unsure of what to do.

“Don’t worry I’m not affiliated with them. But you do have to come with us.”

She looked around and noticed Natasha standing by the front entrance, “Who are you with?”

“The Avengers. We could use someone with your skill.”

She looked over at Wanda, and sighed, she couldn’t take them all. She didn’t have a choice, “I don’t really have a choice, huh?” she murmured looking down, “Do I go right now?”

“It would be for the best.”

She nodded and they stood up, flanking her and leading her out of the restaurant without anyone being the wiser. She considered running, as they got outside, she thought better of it as Natasha turned around. She remembered seeing Natasha on the news some time ago, when SHIELD disbanded. At the very least she could take solace in knowing that she was going with the Avengers and this wasn’t a trap, especially once Steve joined them. As far as this situation goes it could be worse.

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Funny How It Goes

Written by: @thestuckinbed

Prompt 26: A drabble where Peeta is from the Seam and Katniss is a Merchant but he’s still the one with the crush??? Sorry if it’s too specific ahah i just never read something quite like that ” (sent to me many moons ago via anon). [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rated: T (for mention of underage sex and prostitution)

Author’s Note: I got a late start and this got out of hand, so it’s going to be the first part of a new wip(!). This is unbeta’d and there are verb tenses that I’m not sure how they got there. I don’t own the Hunger Games. Thanks for reading :)

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anonymous asked:

Konichiwa, can I request a scenario chubby s/o with toshinori, aizawa and bakugou, has they're s/o are always very sad about they're body and frustrated for being like that? (Separate each of them pls?) I'm so grateful for all your kindness and keep it up the good work!

hi this is v similar to this anon’s request;

so i will just add one more character!!  ♡ ♡


Toshinori Yagi

“Hey Yagi, can I ask you something?” you ask your partner who was currently in the kitchen.

“Why yes, what is it love?” You pause for a brief minute,

“How do you get so…fit? Strong? How do you keep that momentum up?” you shoot questions at him.

“Well, my quirk does give me a lot of power and strength. Why do you ask?” he inquires.

“I was wondering how I could get fit and lose weight, it’s been bothering me for a while,” you confess. Your partner and yourself sit in a silence that seemed to last for an eternity until you hear your significant other say,

“Regardless of what you think, I think your weight is not an issue at all, it’s actually one of the reasons why I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on your figure,” he starts.

“Your weight is not a problem to me, you are still beautiful and perfect, like you always will be to me,” he reveals. You gratefully nod your head,

“But if you do wish to get into shape, I will happily help you to do so,” he continues. You walk over to him to give a heartfelt hug,

“Thank you so much,” you whisper. He only nods his head and reciprocates your actions.

Hizashi Yamada

You aimlessly waltz around your room until your significant other, Hizashi, shows up from work. You tried your best not to look at the mirror on the wall, knowing well that it’ll upset you. Regardless, you stare dully into the mirror, unimpressed with the outcome.

You sighed to yourself, asking why you were the way you were.

“Hey, hey, hey! Where’s my beautiful partner?” You hear your boyfriend shout from afar.

“In here!” you shout back, as you hear steps approaching.

“There they are! How are you this fine day?” he asks. You shrug,

“I’m alright, how was work?” you inquire.

“It was great!” he cajoled. You smiled at your partner’s enthusiasm and joy running through his veins everyday. You ask yourself how he could always be the way he is.

“Hey Hizashi, what do you like about me?” you hesitantly ask.

“Well, if we’re talking appearance, everything! I love your hair because it always smells nice, a lot like roses and strawberries, and your outfits are always so cute and nice! I also like when you bake an-” You cut your boyfriend’s rambling short and ask,

“What about..me?” Hizashi gave a perplexed look and said,

“I like you, the way you are. You go well with me, is there a problem with us?” You shake your head in reassurance,

“No no! I was just wondering how you felt about me and my weight that’s all, surely you must have some typ-”

“I like your weight, your warmth feels nice and radiating even when it’s cold. I like the way you look in your clothes, you look cool! I don’t mind the way you are, I love you!” he exclaimed. You laugh at your boyfriend’s sincerity and nod,

“Thank you.”

Aizawa Shota

You gloomily walk around your apartment that you shared with your partner, Aizawa. He was a teacher at U.A. High, so he would arrive in a few minutes or so. You decided to watch a movie until then, you pick out you and your boyfriend’s favorite movie and made your way to the kitchen.

However, you went against the idea of making your favorite snacks for the sake of your appearance. You then mosied back to the couch and began the movie.

After twenty minutes or so, you hear a door open and shut, presenting your sluggish partner in front of you.

“Hey how was your day?” you start.

“It went as it usually went, what are you watching?”

“Our favorite movie,” you replied happily. He hums, immediately knowing what movie you were watching.

“You’re just watching the movie? Without eating anything? What about your favorite snacks, I thought you always made those when you’re watching something?” He inquired. You twiddled your fingers,

“I’m not really hungry right now, that’s all.” He quirked an eyebrow,

“Really? You’ve been acting strange recently, is something the matter?” he asked, walking over to the couch.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just think it’s better I cut down on some foods, ya know?” He looked at you intently before saying,

“If this is about your weight, then I suggest you eat what you want. You look the happiest when you eat what you like, you shouldn’t stop eating something for as minuscule as a number. If it makes you feel better, I never looked at you differently nor did I ever care about your weight so with that said,” he paused,

“How about we make your favorite for our favorite movie?” he said with a small smile.

Katsuki Bakugou

You stare at your complexion in the mirror, all your curves and divergent rolls. You frown, unsatisfied with yourself even though you pushed yourself to the gym to workout.

It shouldn’t be too hard to drop a couple of more pounds, right? You thought to yourself.  You hear a door click open, signaling someone incoming.

“Oh hey Katsuki!” you greeted your boyfriend. He gave a little wave and muttered a greeting. Your ephemeral happiness was replaced with the static displeasure and discontent of the thought of your body.

“Hey what’s wrong with your face?” your boyfriend asks. His blunt and sudden question caught you off guard,

“What do you mean, what’s wrong with my face?” you retorted.

“I mean, why do you look sad? Is it someone I know?” he shot back. You hesitated, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what’s wrong.

“Well? What is it?” He tapped his fingers on the counter, impatiently waiting for a response.

“It’s no one and nothing, so don’t worry,” you waved off the tense atmosphere around you two.

“Bullshit, what is it? You’ve been like this for weeks, what’s bothering you?” he insisted. You roll your eyes,

“I don’t like the way I look that’s all,” you shortly reply.

“What? Why not? You’re not as shitty as everyone else, you know? What’s wrong with the way you look? I can’t find anything wrong with you, so who said some shit?” he inquired.

“It was no one, I just thought I looked dif-”

“Yeah you look different than the rest, that’s why I fucking like you, dumbass. Don’t change who you are, I like the way you are. If anyone talks shit about you, let me know.” He had a smug look on his face and winked before walking past you.

“Gee thanks,” you whisper, trying to hide your burning face.

A Heart to Heart / Raphael Santiago

Sorry about the title-it just so happened to conveniently fit the plot…Also I may not always be 100% accurate, but please bear with me.

Words: 1035

Raphael found it hard to keep his eyes off of (Y/N), and while it had been like that since Simon had introduced them, tonight was different. The other day Raphael had learnt something about her that had worried him, something that made him become wary whenever she was out of his sight. 

Simon had been out with Clary and (Y/N) had stopped by and decided to wait for him to return in the hotel, leaving Raphael to watch over her. There was a comfortable silence between the pair as (Y/N) read and waited patiently while Raphael remained close by to keep an eye on her.

It was then he had heard it, really heard it for the first time. 

Her heartbeat. 

It was…not like the other mundanes he knew, there was something different.

Raphael hadn’t asked her about it, but instead waited until he had a moment alone with Simon to question him.

Simon and (Y/N) had been friends since their diaper days and were pretty much attached to the hip. Raphael knew that if anything was wrong, the newly transitioned vampire would be the one to ask.

Since that day almost a week ago, Raphael had taken it into his hands to keep a look out for her-to make sure she was okay and well protected. He hadn’t known her for very long, but he knew that he didn’t want anything to happen to her.

Finally catching his eye, (Y/N) released a sigh. She had most certainly noticed the shift in his behaviour when she was around recently. She was curious for sure, but also annoyed over the fact he seemed to have been walking on eggshells around her.

Raphael tried to remain calm as she made her way towards him, leaving whoever she had been talking to behind. 

“Do I even want to know?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms as she reached him. 

He matched her posture, crossing his own arms over his chest as he looked down at her, “Know what?”

“Don’t do that,” she frowned. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been acting weird.”

Raphael narrowed his eyes, “No I haven’t.”

“Alrighty then,” she sighed, letting her arms fall to her side before trying to walk away from him. 

A hand darted out and grasped at her upper arm, keeping her in place, “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Raphael released his hold on her and she turned back to face him, “You haven’t upset me, Raphael…” she trailed off, unsure how to word what she wanted to say. “I’m just concerned that I’ve done something wrong to make you act like this,” she told him, using her hand to gesture towards him-waving it around in the air.

He released a small sigh, “You’ve done nothing wrong, I’m just…worried about your safety,” he informed her.

“And why is that?”

Raphael’s frown deepened at her words, “What do you mean why? Because of your heart.”

(Y/N) gave him an unimpressed look, “What about my heart?”

“Simon told me,” he reasoned. “And I don’t think you-”

“Simon did what now?” she demanded. Raphael bit his tongue, stopping himself from replying as irritation spread through her face. “Why?” is all she asked.

“Because I wanted to know,” he continued, almost hesitantly. 

Her brow furrowed, “And how did you know that there was something to ask about in the first place?”

“I heard it. Your heart,” he clarified. “It sounded…different and I was worried.”

“So you went and asked Simon instead of coming to me about it?”

“I didn’t think you would tell me.”

(Y/N) took Raphael by surprise by laughing at him, “That’s probably true. But there’s nothing to worry about,” she told him sincerely. “At least nothing significant for you to concern yourself over.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What’s wrong with me?” you snort, guessing what it was he wanted to know. He goes to protest, but she raised her hand, “I get what you mean,” she sighed, “what did you want to know?”

“Everything you’re willing to tell me,” he replied honestly, genuinely curious about her condition.

“I guess if you really want to know,” she mumbled, sighing once more at his nod of confirmation. “Alright then,,” she shrugged, letting herself lean against the wall and turning her body to face him. “So, I’ll try not to get technical with it all,” she began. “I was born with a hole in my heart, it’s kind of common and it generally heals up on its own within the first few years. Mine didn’t. For some reason it wasn’t actually detected until I was about six. That’s when I started experiencing some symptoms.”

Raphael nodded, showing her he was keeping up with what she was saying. 

“Basically what was happening was because of the hole, my blood was being passed from the left side of my heart to the right. Which meant oxygen-poor blood was mixing with oxygen-rich blood and instead of it being pumped around my body, it was instead heading for my lungs.”

“So how did they fix the hole?”

(Y/N) tilted her head and let her eyes travel the length of Raphael, taking in his posture and expression. “I had to have surgery and while the hole got patched up I found out during my check ups later on that I had arrhythmias because of a complication of the surgery-which simply put is when the heart beats irregularly. I ended up needing treatment for that too, which mean another surgery.”

“Buy you’re better now, right?” he asked.

(Y/N) nodded, “For the most part,” she laughed. “I had a pacemaker implanted which helps my heart beat in a regular rhythm. So I have a battery-operated device inside of me to help my heart function,” she said, pulling at the top of her shirt to show him the scar on her collarbone from the second surgery. 

Raphael gently ran his fingers over the mark, “Thank you for telling me,” he told her quietly.

She only shrugged and fixed her shirt, “Does this mean you’ll stop watching me like a hawk?”

He shook his head, “Doubtful,” he smirked.

Very Punny- Ethan Nestor Drabble

i lived for lazy mornings, the mornings where me and my boyfriend could rest peacefully, my temple hovering over his heartbeat as I laid completely on top of him, his arms wrapped around my waist and holding my body close to his. I was highly convinced that Ethan was the cure to every bad thing in this world, with his bright smile, lame jokes, and his heart-stopping kisses, I was certain that he was the antidote to every one of my poisonous problems.

That was where i was now. The night before, I had a big fight with my mom over the phone. We didn’t get along too well, and when we fought, she found every way to bring me down and cut my self esteem in half. It was a very toxic situation, but Ethan was there to pick up the pieces, and whisper the complete opposite of what my mother had said to me in my ear as I sat in his lap, crying on his shoulder. Now it was the morning after, my eyes still red and puffy from last night and feeling exhausted after a big cry.

“Hey.” Ethan spoke up, his fingers tracing lightly along my back in small random patterns.

“Yeah?” I answered, my voice cracking slightly, my throat a bit sore and my mouth dry.

“Why did the mushroom go to the party?.” Ethan asked, a grin already growing across his face. I looked up at him, a fake unimpressed expression on my face.

“ ‘Cause he’s a ‘fungi’.” Ethan giggled furiously at his own joke and i rolled my eyes, groaning and burying my face back in to his chest.

“What? That was good!” Ethan sat up, forcing you to sit up with him. I repositioned myself so my knees were on either side of his waist, my head now laying on the crook of his neck.

“What do you call a pile of cats???” Ethan began another joke, smiling even wider. “What?” I groaned, looking up at him.

“A ‘meowtain’.” Ethan’s lips vibrated violently as he tried to hold in his laugh. I shook my head, a small smile on my face now.

"See! You love my jokes!” Ethan dug his fingers in to my sides, tickling me. I laughed loudly, grabbing his hands and fighting him to stop. We soon died down, my hands on his chest and his resting on my waist.

“Hey.” Ethan spoke up again.“ If you were a fruit, you’d be a 'fineapple’.” Ethan wiggled his eyebrows.

“That was the worst one.” I teased, although my cheeks flushed red.

“You love my puns.”

“I love you.” I leaned down, leaving a quick kiss on Ethan’s cheek. Now he was the one who blushed. After a few minutes, Ethan leaned over, grabbing his empty coffee cup. He held it up for me to see before speaking again.

“ I cannot "espresso” how much you mean to me.“ I just shook my head, my cheeks now a bright red, grabbing the empty mug and setting back on the nightstand before grabbing Ethan’s collar and meeting him halfway to press my lips to his.

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Request: 7 with jughead I really like your writing

7: “Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!”

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you. I really enjoyed writing this for you!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: little bit of smut, but not much.

Originally posted by juptern

The minute you sat down on the couch, you regretted it. You weren’t even sure why you agreed from the beginning, but peer pressure did wondrous things and you didn’t want to look like a fool… so you’d listened to Veronica pestering you to join the ‘fun’ game of seven minutes in heaven.

Why were you playing anyway? Last time this happened, which mind you had been because of Cheryl Blossom who screamed deviousness, Betty got hurt, badly, and Veronica and Archie nearly lost their friend. But that was apparently despite the point.

Sitting, you sat towards the edge of the bed, hugging yourself and suddenly regretting what you wore. You let your gaze drift around the room and the people sitting on the couches around you, you cursed yourself when you saw Reggie. That boy was constantly after you though you weren’t sure why, you weren’t anything special. 

Though, you were shocked to see Jughead standing behind him leaning against the wall. You didn’t expect to see your best friend here, he was definitely not the party type. You made eye contact with him, silently asking him what he was doing here only for him to shrug.

“Great!” Veronica silently cheered, “everyone’s here. So let’s get started.” You blanked out what was happening around you, fumbling with your nail polish when you didn’t hear your name. Though you were quickly knocked out of your musings when a random girl you’d never actually talked to called your name. Looking up, you blinked focusing on her.

“Y/N?” She called and you nodded, standing straight to see who she was gonna force you to spend seven minutes in the closet with. You didn’t really care until you heard her utter the one name you didn’t want to hear, “seven minutes in heaven with Reggie.” She grinned and you glared at her.

“Yes!” Reggie cheered. And you rolled your eyes. 

“No,” you said flatly. Crossing your arms over your chest. You looked over at Veronica who only shrugged apologetically. You sighed.

“A dares a dare, Y/N. You agreed to play this game.” Reggie countered, already standing by the closet. You looked down at Betty who gave you an apologetic glance and you sighed, already hating your life as you made your way over to the closet. You let your gaze fall on Jughead who you could tell was clearly upset and you begged him to say something.

“Come on, Veronica she doesn’t have to do this.” Jughead spoke, everyones eyes falling on him. Reggie rolled his eyes.

“Actually, freak, she does.” Reggie teased, Jughead looked like he was about to do something but you only shook your head, walking into the closet. The door was shut behind you and you heart Veronica yell she’d started the timer.

“So.” Reggie started and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. You looked up at him, unimpressed. “Shall we kiss?” He grinned.

You debated, knowing he wouldn’t let you go until you kissed him, “only if you answer my question.”

He shrugged and you smiled, happy. “Why are you so smitten with me?” You asked.

“I’m not smitten with you, i just think you’re hot.” He shrugged and you puffed out your chest, really what else were you thinking. He grabbed your face, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours and you didn’t return the kiss, only stood there. He didn’t let go until you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore, and when he pulled away you took a deep breath in. He grinned, before opening the door. 

You stood inside the closet, shocked. “Time’s not up yet.” Veronica informed, confused. Reggie shrugged. “That’s all I needed.” Before you could comprehend what was happening, Jughead had made his way inside and began pulling you out, dragging you out of Veronica’s house. You stumbled behind him, still out of breath.

Once outside, Jughead turned towards you, grabbing you by the shoulders and scoping you out. “Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” He asked frantically and you shook your head.

“He just… he just kissed me.” Your hands fell on your lips and stared blankly at Jughead. “That was my first kiss..” You whispered, disappointed. 

Jughead said nothing but stared at you as you felt yourself become upset by the fact that Reggie had been your first kiss. He most definitely wasn’t who you pegged as your first kiss, you had someone else on mind…

Then suddenly, knocking you out of your musings lips were pressed against yours again, except this time softer and more loving. You opened your eyes in shock when you realized it was Jughead, and when pulled away all you could do was stare wide-eyed. 

“To replace him.” He shrugged, grabbing a hold of your face. Smiling, you suddenly found your confidence back.

“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!”

So this idea came into my head a couple of days ago and it made me laugh so take this probably OOC ‘Andrew encounters a fan’ HC

Looking down and finding a knife pressed against his stomach was not a regular occurrence in Sam’s life, especially not when it was being held by an armband clad arm that led to a bored but deadly expression that made up Sam’s celebrity crush, Andrew Minyard. This is ridiculous his mind came up with, I don’t even like Exy.

Really, this was entirely his girlfriend’s fault. Exy was her sport of choice, and while he appreciated what it did to her legs, he was completely uninterested in picking up a racket himself. He’d watched the occasional game to be able to share something with her, but then he’d stayed too long and the post-game interviews came on, and coincidentally so did Andrew’s slightly sweaty completely impassive face. His girlfriend had taken one look at Sam’s face and raised an eyebrow; Sam was rarely affected by strangers, and she certainly hadn’t expected the short blond goalie to catch his attention. Sam shrugged, a little embarrassed. He didn’t find Andrew attractive exactly, but the way his face was put together made Sam want to draw it. His fingers itched for a pencil even as he tried to play it off, but he hadn’t fallen in love with his girlfriend for no reason, and her continually buying him Minyard merchandise had become a running joke between them.

He still didn’t enjoy watching Exy, but if he occasionally searched Andrew’s interviews on youtube, well, that was his business. He’d learnt lots about Andrew over the last few years from these interviews, the primary of which being that he genuinely did not care about most things (Sam had to wonder what it was about Exy of all things that kept him entertained), but being harassed by overexcited fans was one of the few things that would cause him to show emotion; in this case, annoyance.

That takes us to this morning, when Sam was doing his usual stroll through the park only to see Andrew Minyard and a slightly taller red-headed man who he was fairly certain was some other famous Exy player walking in the opposite direction. It probably would have seemed more normal to just keep walking and pretend he didn’t know them, but he was so determined to not be one of Those Fans that he spun on his heel and ran straight back out of the park again.

Cut to ten minutes later, jogging back to his apartment, completely out of breath, and he’s dragged unceremoniously into an alleyway by his elbow and pressed up against the brick by a strong arm and a more worrying knife. The red-haired man is there too, eyes darting around him and towards the exit like he’s getting ready to take off.

“Who do you work for?” Andrew asks, in a flat tone of voice, and Sam’s mind spins confusedly out of control. Andrew pushes the knife a little closer when he doesn’t answer and Sam squawks.

“Um, Starbucks? At the moment. I kind of just got made redundant but I mean- what am I saying you don’t care. Yeah I’m at Starbucks at the mo.” This time it’s the red-head’s turn to sound cold. Josten his unhelpful brain supplies, as the man narrows his eyes, blue eyes glinting like ice.

“You expect us to believe that?” Sam doesn’t know what to do.

“I hope so? Because it’s the truth?” Why does it feel as if he’s getting interrogated? Ah, the knife he remembers, his mind flashing through various gang crime movies.

“Why did you run away from us just now then?” Josten says, confusion beginning to seep into his voice too.

Andrew does not move the knife.

Sam blushes, and if he didn’t have a deadly weapon pressed to his stomach by what looks like a practiced hand, he’d try to laugh it off. “I, uh, I’m kind of a fan.” He mumbles. The knife is removed as Andrew shoots Josten the most unimpressed look he has ever seen.

“Brilliant another one of your junkie fanboys.”

“Uh, not of, erm, Josten is it?” Sam corrects before he thinks about it, wondering why he’s prolonging this already mortifying conversation.

“Neil.” Josten returns, a hint of amusement playing around the corners of his mouth.

“I, uh, just know you, like, actually hate people that talk to you so I thought I’d try and be, like, a decent person and fuck off.” Sam says to Andrew, staring at his shoes. A short, delighted laugh rings through the air, startling everybody by the looks of it; even Neil seems surprised at the noise that came out of his mouth.

“You play Exy?” Josten enquires. Sam feels the heat rise even further in his cheeks.

“No. I’ve never even sat through watching a full game.” He shoots an apologetic slightly fearful look at Andrew, who still seems to be thinking about Neil’s laugh. “I, uh, justthinkyou’recute.” He says in a rush, and Andrew’s eyes widen minutely in disbelief. You made Andrew Minyard do something with his face! Sam’s brain screams excitedly even as he wonders whether he’s about to get stabbed for real.

“You have a crush on Andrew?” Neil asks, all the syllables coated with amusement this time. Andrew shoots him another look but this one Sam can’t interpret and just makes Neil smile wider.

“Erm, well, not exactly I don’t really do crushes on strangers. Like, I have to know someone really well first. People aren’t just attractive to me like that.” Sam says sheepishly, snapping his fingers. “Demi problems. I just think you have a very draw-able face?” The look Andrew gives him this time is considering, and Neil looks sort of like he just hit him with a bus.

“Huh. Looks like you’re not alone idiot.” Andrew says conversationally, not taking his eyes off Sam though Sam’s pretty sure he’s talking to Neil. Neil shrugs and Sam suddenly remembers how fucking weird this conversation is, though at least he can add ‘is defo in a relationship with Neil Josten’ to his facts about Andrew Minyard list when he gets home.

“I’m going to go home now?” Sam half-asks, and when neither man makes a move to stop him, apparently locked in each other’s gaze, Sam walks carefully out of the alley and as the adrenaline rush begins to turn his legs shaky wonders how upset his girlfriend is going to be that he met them and she didn’t.

Why so Serious?

“Neh, Sasuke, is it true that it’s physically impossible for someone to tickle themselves?”

Sasuke shifted a bit from his slouched position on the couch right across from the recliner Naruto was currently lounging on, the other’s feet propped up against the coffee table.They sat in silence as Sasuke took a few seconds to allow the sudden question to properly sink in, blinking the sleepiness from his heavy lids. 

He aimed an unimpressed glare in Naruto’s general direction, brushing a loose strand of black hair from his cheek. “I’m not even going to answer that, usuratonkachi,” he said, sitting up. “And get your filthy shoes off my furniture.”

Naruto huffed and pouted, but grudgingly complied and let his sandal-clad feet slide from the small table. “Why do you always have to be so mean? I was only asking a question. I’m actually genuinely curious, I’ve never tried tickling myself before,” he remarked, looking down at his torso.

Sasuke’s glare become impossibly more unimpressed as his mind began to fill with irritation. “It’s not my fault you choose to be an idiot and a slob all the time. And in case you didn’t realize, your stupid question kept me from my nap. I’m tired as hell after that long mission; not everyone has your inexhaustible energy, and you can’t expect me to handle every one of your antics whenever you see fit.”

Just as he went to shut his eyelids again, Sasuke had half a second to brace himself as the couch dipped underneath him and the breath was abruptly knocked from his lungs. He snapped his head up only to come inches from a grinning, triumphant face. 

“Lighten up already, teme, you should know by now I never listen to a word you say when you go off on your lecturing tirades. Let’s experiment on each other!” Naruto urged, enthusiastically pulling off his light t-shirt. 

Head spinning with bewilderment and flaring anger, Sasuke latched onto the broad shoulders of the blonde who was comfortably seated right on top of him and shoved. He was further infuriated when the body above him refused to budge. “Get off me, idiot!” he demanded pushing again. He should’ve known his efforts would be in vain, though. Once Naruto had an opponent pinned, it was nearly impossible for anyone to get loose, much less throw him off. 

Naruto’s grin widened, pleased to watch the Uchiha’s fruitless efforts and only barely containing his laughter as the other’s usually pale face became flushed with red. “Don’t act like you don’t like what you see,” a tan hand gestured down at his own bare chest,”I’m some hot stuff.” He just barely caught the volatile fist that was thrown at his face, some of the mirth temporarily melting from his expression. 

“Not when you just got back from a mission covered in sweat and smelling rancid,” Sasuke replied with a crinkling of his nose, giving up on his attempts to shove the blonde off but not allowing any of the hostility to slip from his eyes. 

His insulting words didn’t serve to dampen Naruto’s enthusiasm. In fact, they instead seemed to spark a sinister gleam in his wide blue eyes that had been missing before. “Well, maybe I can’t tickle myself, but I know you’re ticklish as hell, Sasuke.”

He gave the Uchiha no time to react and aimed his hands straight for his stomach, wasting no time in repeatedly digging his fingers into the other man’s gut. Sasuke nearly bit through his bottom in an effort to contain himself, but the act of tickling coupled with Naruto’s gusto swiftly overwhelmed him and he let out a choked giggle, cringing as he felt his very pride disintegrate before him. This lead to an entire series of poorly-contained laughs. All the while, however, Sasuke was plotting Naruto’s slow, torturous death in his head.

At one point, Naruto was so preoccupied with laughing at Sasuke’s laughing that he gave the Uchiha an accidental opening, and oh, how quickly Sasuke lunged for it. Knowing full-well Naruto himself was as ticklish as Sasuke, he reached one arm and began tickling him back, effectively catching him off-guard. Suddenly Naruto found himself on his back with Sasuke attacking him with twice as much vigor as he had been attacked with. 

Naruto’s laughs rang out with much less restraint and filled their entire shared apartment with sound. Somehow Sasuke never ceased giggling himself, relishing Naruto’s helplessness as the tables were turned on him. Once the Uchiha began to tire, breathy puffs sweeping across Naruto’s face beneath him, his hands were caught once again, although this time he had no resistance left in him. His breath caught in his throat as he was swiftly kissed by his lover, lips parting automatically to allow the other more access. Naruto’s hand flew up to pull Sasuke’s chin closer and deepen the kiss. The sweetness of the act only lasted a couple of seconds though, Naruto’s body jerking along with with the giggle he released directly into Sasuke’s mouth. Consequently, Sasuke let out one of his own, and the pair broke down once more, eventually winding up in a boneless heap on the floor.

(Inspired by this awesome post! :) )

Oil in Water

many thanks @summerpipedream for the commission! happy valentine’s day!!!

The sprawling opulence of the university grounds barely affected Sakura as she rushed across the campus, expression harried. She was late! Sakura spared the breath for a curse as she checked her watch again. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be late. This was her first class since the transfer; what sort of impression would she be making with this?

How was she to predict a massive fight between Sasuke and Naruto right before she had to leave?

(Then again, in hindsight, she should have planned for it. They were always fighting.)

Sakura ran up the stairs, nearly tripping over herself against the slippery material of the stairs. Was that marble?

Sakura shook her head, knowing she didn’t have time to think about it. She had to get to class!

“Sakura! There you are!” Ino called, grabbing Sakura’s arm and halting her frenzied progress.

“Ino?” Sakura said, looking her friend over incredulously. “What are you doing here? We’re supposed to be in class!”

Ino laughed, pulling out her phone and showing Sakura an email. “Professor cancelled class. Something about washing his dogs?”

“What kind of professor cancels class on the first day?” Sakura asked, grabbing the phone out of Ino’s hands.

Ino shrugged, unconcerned. “I guess Professor Hatake does. Anyway, there’s something even better! I thought it was a joke when I first came here, but no, it’s real. We have to go see it.”

“What are you talking about?” Sakura asked, even as Ino pulled her along down the corridor.

Ino shook her head. “Honestly I’m not even sure how to begin explaining it. It’s probably best if I just show you.”

Sakura quickened her pace despite herself, curiosity getting the better of her. What exactly had Ino heard about on her visit? Why hadn’t Sakura heard about it?

The sounds of giggles reached Sakura’s ears and the scent of…was that perfume? Perfume permeated the air, almost cloyingly sweet. Sakura’s eyes began to water and she valiantly fought against sneezing.

She failed.

“This is it,” Ino said, staring up at large white doors, gilded in gold.

“Seems a bit…much,” Sakura said.

Ino laughed, patting Sakura’s shoulder. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Ino pushed the door open and Sakura blinked at the sight that greeted her. Flowers abounded, probably the source of the perfume, and the room was filled with women. They flocked around the few men in the room and Sakura had to squint against their blinding smiles.

“Is this a seraglio?” Sakura asked, looking around wildly. The decorations, even by the standards of the prestigious university, were excessive and lavish. “Seriously, do these women even want to be here?”

“Why don’t you ask them for yourself?” someone said from behind Sakura.

Sakura jumped, turning to look at the speaker. He was tall and dark haired, elegantly aloof. Sakura peered up at him closely, before nodding decisively. He wasn’t a Uchiha.

Thank God for that. (She really couldn’t handle another overbearing, clingy Uchiha.)

He seemed a bit nonplussed by her nonreaction to him. “Ootori Kyoya, manager of this establishment.” He made a small, somehow patronizing bow in her direction.

“So you’re in charge of this seraglio?” Sakura asked, unimpressed.

“I believe the correct terminology is ‘reverse harem,’” he replied, gesturing to the six or so men in the room. “Which type is to your taste today?”

“What,” Sakura said, staring around in horror. It wasn’t a question. She could hear Ino cackling behind her.

“Mother!” a blond man called, latching onto Kyoya. “Mother who are these lovely women?” He took Ino’s hand, pressing a kiss to it. “Surely, they cannot be mere mortals, gracing us with their godly presence.”

“Mother?” Sakura asked, glancing askance to Kyoya and desperately attempting to ignore the theatrics.

Unfortunately, she drew the attention of the blond. Her hand was grasped gently between two of his own, as the man stared down at her amorously.

“I am Tamaki Suoh,” the blond said. “And who might you be, lovely?”

“Unimpressed,” Sakura replied.

Ino laughed as the man entered a flamboyantly depressed state. “Really, you’re going to have to up your game with Sakura. She’s been fielding this sort of behavior since high school.”

“High school you say?” Kyoya said, glancing at Ino with renewed interest. “Do go on.”

Sakura didn’t have a chance to prevent that embarrassing conversation from happening as arms suddenly latched onto her neck. Sakura was unable to stifle her automatic response, shifting her weight through her hips, gripping the assailant’s arm, and flipping her assailant over her head. She pinned him down, surprised to find herself staring into large doe eyes.

Sakura did not notice the way the room fell silent as all eyes turned to the spectacle she’d just made. She did, however, notice the heavy hand that came down on her shoulder.

She glanced up…and up and up into the stony face of another club member.

“It’s fine, Mori!” the boy…man beneath Sakura said, voice full of charm and cheer. He met Sakura’s eyes with a large smile. “I’m sorry for alarming you. You have wonderful form though.” His eyes were suddenly wise and assessing. “Jiu-jitsu, right? Makes perfect sense with your size.”

Sakura huffed a nervous laugh, offering him her hand. “So sorry about that. Really, I don’t know what came over me.”

“This place is a little overwhelming,” the tall man, Mori, said.

Sakura smiled up at him, grateful for the support.

“I’m Honey,” the short man said, all cutesy smiles. “Will you be my friend?”

Sakura flinched as a chorus of ‘aws’ filled the room. She looked around, surprised to find all eyes on them. “Uh…sure,” Sakura said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “Maybe we can spar sometime?” She missed his and Mori’s surprised looks. “I saw the way you took that hard fall; you were completely fine. What style do you study?”

“We dabble in different fields,” Honey said. “My family is…rather known for martial arts.”

Sakura began to ask for him to clarify that rather cryptic statement when a voice drawled, “Yes, yes, the Haninozuka family is quite interesting but back to a more important topic…”

“Us,” a similar voice finished.

Sakura turned, taking in the duo standing before her. They were twins, with red hair and gold eyes. They wore matching smirks as they looked her over, seeming to find her wanting.

“Let’s play the ‘Which one is Hikaru?’ game!” one of them exclaimed.

“C’mon pinky, tell me, which of us is Hikaru?” the other said, leaning in close.

Sakura shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Who are you two?”

“Ah, brother! How could she say such a cruel thing?” the first speaker said, turning into his twin’s embrace.

“Don’t worry brother,” he replied, caressing his twin’s cheek. “I know who you are.”

Again, the room was filled with wistful sighs as people looked on.

“What is this place?” Sakura muttered, beyond befuddled and questioning the sanity of everyone around her.

“It’s a host club,” came the calm reply to Sakura’s rhetorical question.

Sakura glanced to the side, surprised to see a brunette girl standing there. She wore the same uniform as the men so Sakura assumed that she worked here. The stranger wasn’t nearly as flashy as any of the others. In fact, she seemed…normal.

“Host club?” Sakura said, belatedly realizing that the woman was watching her expectantly.

“Yes, we entertain guests here with some…sometimes over the top flair. It comes from a place of love.” The woman smiled, offering Sakura her hand. “I’m Haruhi Fujioka, the ‘natural’ type.”

“What?” Sakura asked. “What’s a natural?”

Haruhi laughed, face flushing. “God, I suppose I’m starting to talk like them now. Everyone in the host club has a type assigned to them that they play into for the entertainment of our patrons.” She stopped, looking at Sakura’s expression. “I must sound like an idiot.”

“No,” Sakura said, waving her hands to dissuade Haruhi. “Not at all. While this is all a bit…overwhelming, your explanation makes it seem nice. You’re trying to spread joy to others.”

“Exactly,” Haruhi said, smiling slightly. It was a nice, easy smile and Sakura suddenly understood why she was called the “natural.” “Anyway, I could tell you were getting a bit uncomfortable. Would you like me to show you the exit? I can keep the others from interfering.” She looked around, smiling wryly. “They seem a bit preoccupied at the moment.

“Yes, please!” Sakura said, surveying the room. “My friend came here with me…”

Yet Ino was nowhere in sight.

“The blonde?” Haruhi asked. “She left about fifteen minutes ago after a conversation with Kyoya. She seemed rather satisfied. She was…cackling.”

“That sounds like Ino,” Sakura sighed, shaking her head.

Haruhi pulled aside a thick velvet curtain, revealing a smaller, less ostentatious door. “Here’s the exit.”

Sakura smiled up at Haruhi, relieved. “Thank you for all your help.”

“N-no problem,” Haruhi replied.

She watched as Sakura snuck out the door, hand pressed to her suddenly thumping heart.

“Interesting woman, isn’t she?”

Haruhi didn’t even jump, turning to look at Kyoya. “What are you planning?” she asked.

“The Yamanaka woman was quite helpful in shedding light on Haruno Sakura. Apparently, she has quite a following.”

“Kyoya,” Haruhi began, dread pooling in her stomach.

“Tamaki!” Kyoya called. “We’re getting a new recruit!” He looked down at Haruhi, smiling. “We need to expand our demographic after all.”

Ignore Me?

Request: could you pls write a fic where the reader and murphy have just gotten together and murphy (who is unused to having company) kind of pushes the reader away until she stops making an effort. it takes him awhile to figure out he’s been an ass and then does small gestures/comes around more to get her back

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by zoemonroe

At first you’d been ecstatic when Murphy had asked you out. You’d been crushing on him for a very long time and you never thought he’d like you until you were proven wrong and he asked you out.

The beginning of the relationship had been great. You two were always near each other, holding hands, kissing being cute. You’d loved it. But then he begin pushing you away. He didn’t talk to you, he didn’t say he loved you anymore. It was like you stopped existing. And when you tried to talk to him, or ask him about it, he pushed you away like you were nothing.

So after being treated like garbage, you stopped caring. You hadn’t exactly broken up with him, but you didn’t go out of your way for him or anything. It was lonely and you missed being around him, but you were mad and he very clearly didn’t want you near him, so you’d listen to what he wanted.

Though, recently you noticed a few different things. He gave you flowers when he found them outside, he would press kisses against your forehead and very slowly he was working his way back into your life. You were confused, by his motives, by his feelings, by everything, so you decided to confront him about it.

“What are you doing?” You asked one day in the tent you two shared. You crossed your arms, staring at him unimpressed. You weren’t going to let him get the better of you and make you feel bad.

“What do you mean?” He asked, feigning innocence. You rolled your eyes.

“You pretend like I don’t exist, ignore me and treat me like crap so I give you space which is what i thought you wanted. Then you start working your way back in. I want to know why and no lying.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

You only raised your eyebrow. 

“Look I realized I was being a jerk and i’ve been trying to apologize.” You uncrossed your arms, heart softening at the fact that he’d realized his mistake. Smiling you walked towards him, placing your hands on his cheeks. 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Because i was scared you’d leave me.” Gasping, you shook your head.

“I’ll never leave you, I love you.” And with that you pressed a kiss against his lips, before leaning back and smiling. “But don’t ever do that again.” He laughed, placing his hands on your hips. 

“I won’t, i promise.”

Kissing Rock: Then and Now (Together Ch 5)

**Sorry y’all I don’t write smut so this takes place right after Emison has sex at the kissing rock in 7x18, but I think you’ll enjoy it anyway…

“I can’t believe you did all this.” Emily finally breaks the comfortable silence they had been resting in for the past few minutes, both trying to catch their breath. Emily was resting her head on Alison’s bare chest, lazily drawing patterns across the blonde’s stomach, smiling softly each time she remembers her baby is slowly growing right below. It still felt so surreal knowing the girl she’s loved all her life is carrying her baby, and that they are finally together in a meaningful way. It felt like a dream that she would’ve once thought impossible.

Alison had her right hand tangled in the brunette’s hair, gently massaging her scalp. She used her other hand to bring a candle closer to them, so she could see the faint glow over her girl’s features. “I figured I owed you for standing you up last time.”

Emily has a mental flashback to the last time she was at this place. Alison had secretly contacted her asking her to meet her here, at their spot, because she wanted to come home. Emily waited for hours, the thought of seeing the girl she loved so much, even after all this time alive, kept her going. However, Alison never showed up, breaking Emily’s heart in the process. When she finally decided to give up, she thought that would be the last time she’d ever be here. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Do you remember the first time we were here?” Alison inquired, a bright smile taking over her face.

Emily shifted her position so they could look each other in the eyes, “How could I forget.”


“So this is the kissing rock?” A 14 year old Emily stated rather unimpressed.

“I know, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds is it.” Alison took a seat a top the rock, motioning for the other girl to do the same.

“Why did you bring me here?” Emily finds it hard to look the blonde in the eyes, her nerves getting the best of her.

Alison leaned forward, a flirtatious grin forming after a quick lick of the lips. If Emily hadn’t been staring do intently at them she wouldn’t have noticed. “Why do you think I did?”

A blush rises over Emily’s cheeks, and suddenly she feels like she can’t speak. “I uh..I don’t know..”

“Em, relax.” The blonde cuts off the stammering brunette, saving her from any further embarrassment, “Have you ever hear the phrase curiosity killed the cat?”

Emily looks at her incredulously, “Of course.”

“Well most people don’t know there’s a second part to it,” Alison leans in again, featuring that signature smirk,  “‘but satisfaction brought it back’”

Emily knits her brow in confusion, “So you’ve been here before?” she implies. She can’t help the pange of jealousy that begins to burn under the surface.

Alison pulls back, swinging her body in a blasé fashion, “A few times, nothing noteworthy though.” She turns her attention back to the other girl, “I thought we could change that.” She adds in a wink, that gets a visible rise out of Emily.

“What did you have in mind?” Her voice was quiet and breathy. She wasn’t quite sure she was prepared for whatever Alison was doing.

Alison leaned over and grabbed a can of spray paint from her bag. She looks at Emily with a devilish grin, and Emily just looks at her confused. Alison goes to spray paint their initials on the rock below them. EF+AD. She stops a moment staring at it sideways cause it’s not quite enough. She smirks when the idea comes to mind. She turns to the brunette who is standing behind her watching, “Em, a little help.”

Emily slowly bends down to rest on her knees next to the blonde.Alison grabs Emily’s hand giving her the can, but she then puts her hand over Emily’s helping guide her to spray a heart around the letters. Once the heart is completed, Alison retracts her hand, and sits back to admire their work, “There perfect.”

Before Emily can respond, her phone goes off, it’s her mom calling. She quickly excuses herself, taking a moment to answer the call. Alison watches Emily from her perch on top of the rock. The brunette is pacing back and forth about 5 yards away. She can tell she looks distressed, she usually is when it comes to her mom Alison notices.

A few minutes later Emily makes her way back over to Alison, “I have to go, my mom needs me home.” She looks visibly upset.

As the brunette turns to leave, Alison grabs her arm, “wait you can’t leave yet-”

Emily, afraid she’ll be in trouble if she’s late, she already lied about where she was, she couldn’t exactly tell her she was at “the kissing rock’ let alone there with a girl, tries to break free from Alison’s grasp “My mom is waiting…”

Alison cuts her off with a short kiss on the lips, “you can’t leave the kissing rock without partaking in the activity, you’ll disrespect the spirits”

Emily takes a quick moment to memorize the mysterious look in Alison’s eye, before promptly turning around and running home, leaving a saddened blonde who was biting her lip behind.


“That was the first time you kissed me.” Emily laughed softly, remembering the moment like it was yesterday. Up until that day, anytime the two shared a kiss, it was always Emily that initiated it. This kiss was definitely in the top ranking of their kisses in Emily’s mind, because of its significance.

“I wanted this to be our place.” Alison motioned to the rock beside them, their initials still visible even after all these years, “And not just so I’d have an excuse to kiss you, although that was a nice bonus.” Emily smirked at this, she never knew Alison thought about that kind of stuff, “But I wanted us to have a place where we could both be our truest selves, even if neither of us knew exactly who we were at the time. I just knew I felt different around you, like I didn’t have to put on a show. I wanted us to have a safe place that would be special for us.” She felt Emily grab her hand under the cover and intertwine their fingers.

Alison took that as a silent gesture to continue, even if she didn’t exactly know where she was going with this ‘confession’, “I’m sorry I led you on so much. Repeatedly bringing you here, sharing those intimate moments, knowing exactly what I was doing, but not paying any mind because I just wanted to feel something I actively denied myself for so long. I never thought about what those actions must’ve been doing to you. I was selfish.”

“I understand.” Emily gently pushed the hair that had fallen into the blonde’s face behind her ear, her fingers lingering on her cheek, “Everyone’s journey is different. I’m just glad you seem to be more comfortable with yourself now, and happier.” She decides to leave it be, she knows how much Alison has changed, she proves it to her more and more every day, and Emily is tired of living in the past, she just wants to be here in the moment with the love of her life, and to look to the future which will provide a baby, and perhaps more. She just wants to solely be with Alison, because their past has kept them apart for far too long.

Alison takes hold of her girlfriend’s hand that was still on her face, she places a kiss on the palm before turning her attention back to the brown eyes staring lovingly at her, “You make me happy Em. So damn much. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. I never felt I deserved to be.” She shys away from eye contact at the last part. She didn’t want to start crying.

“Hey,” Emily forces Alison to stop hiding, and look at her, “of course you do.”

The smile that erupts on the blonde’s face is strong enough to make Emily mirror the expression, “I love you Emily.”

“I love you too.” She leans in to kiss her girlfriend. Another thing that felt like a dream, referring to Alison as her girlfriend.

They spend the next few minutes getting caught up in each other. Lazy kisses pressed over soft skin, passionate, longing ones on lips, hands tracing each and every curve. Every touch leading up to round two, until Emily breaks their kiss to ask, “So did you ever think we’d end up doing it here?”

Alison laughs, scrunching her face a bit, “Well..”

Emily quickly extends her arms so she’s no longer laying on top of the other girl, “Oh my god, you totally have!” She starts laughing, “This is like some kind of fantasy sex isn’t it?,” teasing.

“Shut up, like you haven’t thought of it.” Alison defends, her signature smirk appearing.

Emily hums like she’s pretending to think, “No I can’t say I have,” she motions around them, “the middle of the woods, really?”

Alison laughs, and uses the pillow behind her to gently strike Emily across the chest, “Not the woods, the kissing rock.” She decides to filp the script, if Emily wants to tease her, she will have to fight back, “Gotta give the spirits a good show.” She wags her eyebrows suggestively, earning a look of disgust from her girlfriend.

Emily fully turns over now, pulling the blanket tight to her chest, “Nope, nope, now you made it weird.”

Alison giggles at Emily’s reaction, “Oh what, I didn’t hear you complaining thirty minutes ago.” She sits up to place a kiss on the brunette’s shoulder. She snakes her arms around her, encompassing Emily in a tight embrace.

Emily turns her head to look at the blonde, halfheartedly trying to squirm free of her arms, “That was before you brought the spirits into it.”

Alison continues to pepper kisses all over Emily’s shoulder, neck, cheek, letting out a soft, “Em, you’re being ridiculous,” before going in for a kiss on the lips.

Alison pulls away slowly, antagonizinly slow, Emily, eyes still closed, give in, “I know, but as much as I don’t want to leave, we probably shouldn’t spend the night in the woods. It can’t be safe.” She turns to more fully face Alison, wrapping her arms around her.

“It’s not like our house is any safer.” Alison points out.

Emily inquires, a big smile on her face, “Our house?”

“Emily you live there,” Alison’s face has a look that screams ‘duh,’ “it’s been our house for a long time now.”

Emily’s grin widens, “I just like hearing you say it.” Her hand comes up to cup Alison’s cheek, she leans in to place a tender kiss on the blonde’s lips, “We could go to my mom’s house, she’s still out of town visiting my grandparents.”

“Ooh can we have sex in your twin bed?” Alison teases.

Emily jabs back, “Is that another fantasy of yours?”

Alison sternly tilts her head, “Don’t even try to deny that you haven’t thought about it.” They both laugh, and the look on Emily’s face proves Alison right.

“We might as well go home. We just have to accept that AD will probably find us no matter where we go.” Their laughter dies out at the mention of AD, the air around them suddenly too cold. The shift in atmosphere is too dark for Emily, she decides to bring back the flirty tone of before by quickly leaning in to sultrily whisper in Alison’s ear, “Raincheck on my bed though,” throwing in a wink after. Alison laughs, nodding in the affirmative, before pulling her girlfriend in and getting lost in her lips.

{Reaction} Opening the door to EXO in a onesie.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Chanyeol’s doom face would light up as soon as you opened the door. It had been a long day, but seeing you dressed in a cute penguin onesie was enough for a massive toothy grin to spread from ear to ear.

Chanyeol: “Aish Jagi, You’re so cute!”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by qrishan

Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow as the door opened, pretending like he was unimpressed by you wearing an adorable onesie. On the outside, he was somewhat dismissive, but on the inside he was bursting with happiness, loving how cute you really look.

Kyungsoo: “Why are you like this?” *Grinning as he kisses your cheek.*

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun grinned as you opened the door, his heart swelling in affection as his eyes looked over you wearing an adorable animal onesie. He pulled you into a hug, not caring that he was still sttof on the doorstep and giggled lightly.

Baekhyun: “You’re so beautiful! I love you~”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sefuns

Sehun rolled his eyes as you opened the door, but didn’t stop the smile from coming onto his face as he looked at you. He didn’t care if he was showing you his affection, the sight of you looking so cute was irresistible. He chuckled to cover his embarrassment as he began to think about how much he really loved you.

Sehun: *Pulls you into a one armed hug.* “Aish… What would I do without you, eh?”  

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by dorkyixing

Yixing bit his lip as you opened up the door. You looked cute, sure. But all Yixing could think about after his long day was how little you were wearing underneath it.

{y/n}: “I bought it today, do you like it?”

Yixing: “It’s gorgeous, Jagi. But right now I’d rather it was on the bedroom floor.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by exoxoolf

Jongdae grinned as he saw you wearing the onesie when you opened the door to him. He shook his head and laughed.

Jongdae: “Lets cuddle in our onesies, Jagi. Let me get my dinosaur one.”

{y/n}: “Don’t you mean… your Chenosaur one?”

Jongdae: “Literally shut up, I was trying to be cute, don’t ruin the moment.” *Teasing.*

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by woominiexiu

Minseok looked at you up and down in the onesie, laughing a little with a mixture of thoughts. You were cute, and sweet all at the same time, and the giggle coming from his lips was unstoppable. He pulled you into a hug, smiling as your smell washed over him with the heat of your body pulled against his.

Minseok: “I missed you Jagi. Come on, let’s go inside.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by shinylightblue

As soon as you opened the door, Tao noticed you were wearing a Panda onesie and instantly went into fanboy mode. He grinned, pulling you into his arms and lifting you up off the ground before carrying you inside.

Tao: “You’re not allowed to do anything until I get hugs!”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Since Suho is savage, when you opened up the door wearing a cute bear onesie, he was basically making puns for the rest of the evening.

{y/n}: “Stop making bear puns, Suho. or I’ll change.”

Suho: “Sounds like you can barely handle me right now.”

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan grinned as he saw you, a light blush crossing his cheeks as he thought about how beautiful you looked without makeup on, sleepy and smiling. It was obvious you’d been waiting up for him to come home from work. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into his arms and lead you to the bedroom where he would be able to cuddle with you for the rest of the night in the comfort of your onesie and his arms.

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by jngn-km

Jongin smiled as you opened up the door and he come inside. He commented on how cute you looked in your unicorn onesie and pulled you into his arms. He held you, swaying in the middle of the kitchen as he looked down on you.

Kai: “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

Kris smirked as you opened up the door in a bunny onesie. Even though you looked cute, he couldn’t help but have lewd thoughts as he looked at your body from head to toe.

Kris: “Baobei, you look cute, but you’d look better in some lingerie right about now.”