you look so amused

This is for @uncannycookie since I asked if they wanted anything and they requested something about Mob going with Teruki to get his ears pierced, so here it is!

But then I also found I wanted to do the entire scene and I didn’t have time to draw it all so… I wrote fanfiction for the first time in my entire life. Writing is very much not my forte so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes. I just thought it was a cute fluffy scene. Ummm, I hope you like it! *screaming over writing*


“You didn’t have to come you know,” Teruki said as he opened the door, a bell gently chiming above them. “It’s going to be fairly quick to get done.” He held the door open for Mob before shutting it behind them, leaving behind a crisp Autumn day and becoming encased in the warm, dark interior of the shop.

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Just a Sterek drabble I wrote on this rainy Sunday afternoon because I started my day off watching an absolutely SOUL-CRUSHING ep of House, M.D. and needed a little something to cheer myself up afterwards.

In case it’s not your thing: this fic features Stiles/OMC, but not for long. ;) Rated T, under 1k words

Sometimes Stiles’ new boyfriend can be fairly awesome, like when they stay up until three a.m. together playing video games and making out, or like that time… like… Well, pretty much all the examples Stiles can think of right now are sex things, but. But Jake’s a nice guy, kind of. He’s hot. He’s so hot Stiles still can’t believe he wants to date Stiles, and there are times when he can be a lot of fun.

Then there are the times (like today) that have Stiles questioning all his life choices, especially this one.

“Stiles, stop texting Lydia,” Jake says. No—practically whines. Seriously.

“Uh, no?” Stiles hits send, because Jake is not the boss of him. “We’re still on the ground. We don’t have to turn our phones off yet.”

And now Jake is pouting at him, like he’s six years old. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Stiles can’t help but roll his eyes. “Stop trying to tell me who I can and cannot text. It’s creepy and controlling.”

Jake tries to put his hand over Stiles’, and it actually makes Stiles’ skin crawl a little bit. Stiles crosses his arms over his chest, hands safely tucked into his armpits. In retrospect, inviting Jake along on a trip to Hawaii was probably a bad idea when they’ve only been dating for three months.

Jake crosses his arms, too. “I’m your boyfriend. I’m not allowed to get a little possessive?”

“A little possessive? This is not ‘a little possessive.’ This is annoying and ridiculous and petty and invasive and… Look, yes, I’m bisexual, but Lydia and I are just friends. We’re always going to be friends, and I’m never cutting her out of my life for a boyfriend. The end. So you can stop being a jealous dick—”

“Or what?”

Stiles can’t believe they’re having this conversation right now. “Or maybe we shouldn’t be dating after all.”

Jake runs a hand through his sandy blond prince-charming hair and snorts. “Please, this relationship is over when I say it is. Or do you seriously think anyone else is lining up to date you?”

For a moment Stiles is actually speechless, because how has he spent the last three months thinking this guy was attractive? How did he overlook this level of douchebaggery? Some kind of witchcraft, probably.

That’s when the guy in the row ahead of them turns around in his seat, looks Stiles straight in the eye, and says without even one hint that he’s joking, “I would date you.”

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RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )
  • “You come here often?”
  • “Can I offer you a drink?”
  • “So.. You expecting someone?”
  • “Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”
  • “I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”
  • “Do you want to dance with me?”
  • “Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”
  • “I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”
  • “Are you single? Just asking.”
  • “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”
  • “What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”
  • “I love the way you’re dressed.”
  • “Do I have any chances with you?”
  • “Do you have anything better to do later?”
  • “Can I get your phone number?”
  • “You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”
  • “I can do whatever you want, babe.”
  • “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
  • “I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”
  • “You should be a model.”
  • "Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
  • “Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”
  • “That won’t work. Try again.”
  • "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”
  • "I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”
  • “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
  • “I thought you were taken.”
  • “So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”
  • “Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”
  • “Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”
Best Stolen Gift

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 599

Warnins: Implied Smut

A/N: Thanks to my sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing for me. And happy birthday to my absolute favourite actor, Jensen Ackles.

“Best birthday gift ever,” Jensen mumbled against your neck, making you giggle, still high on on him and practically still seeing stars even minutes after he rolled off you and pulled you into his arms.

“You say that every year,” you smiled at him, softly pegging his lips making his grin widen.

“And every year it is true,” Jensen hummed, drawing lazy patterns on your naked back, as you ran your fingers through his hair drawing him closer. “You are the best gift I ever had.” Jensen promised, kissing your neck making you giggle again, enjoying the way his stubbles teased your still sensitive skin.

“I am glad me getting stood up brings you so much joy,” you joked thinking back to your first date or whatever you’d call it, making him chuckle and bury his face in your neck.

“10 years and you still don’t know,” he muttered, making you frown and tug his hair gently, making him look at you.

“Know what?” you asked, with a bewildered expression on your face and Jensen’s green eyes sparkled at you making the golden flakes shine even clearer.

“Promise you won’t divorce me?” Jensen asked, with a smug grin on his face and you rolled your eyes.

“I have gotten kinda attached. Two kids and all. Now spill it Ackles,” you fought to keep a straight face but it was hard to be stern when he looked at you like that. With childlike amusement and so much love, an expression only he could master to perfection.

“You weren’t stood up. Well the guy was late, but he showed,” Jensen averted your gaze a little when he saw your confusion, his hand kept drawing symbols on your back as he spoke. “Jared and I were watching you for the first 30 minutes you were waiting. The red rose on the table made it kinda obvious it was a blind date. I told Jared that you deserved better when you were almost leaving and we saw the guy carrying a red rose in the door. Jared just… well… He told me to show you better and he walked up and spilled his coffee all over the guy.”

You eyes opened wide, but you felt no need to scold him. You just couldn’t believe that Jared and Jensen had been able to keep this from you for 10 years.

“So you walked up to me and asked me to come with you to your birthday party?” you bit your lip to keep from laughing and Jensen blushed slightly, still not looking at you.

“Well it sounds creepy when you put it like that,” Jensen muttered and you could no longer hold back your laughter. You tangled hand in his hair again and wrapped your free arm around his shoulder, pulling his closer and into a tender, passionate kiss.

“But you are my creep,” you teased when you broke the kiss, making Jensen chuckle as you lovingly slapped his arm. “I can’t believe you never told me dude! You got a lot of making up to do.”

“I’ll start right now,” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows at you before ducking under the sheet making you let out a squeal and giggle.

“Jay it’s your birthday not mi… arhhh,” your protest turned into a sultry moan as your husband’s sinful lips and tongue found their target. Your last coherent thought before getting completely lost in your husband and the pleasure he brought you yet again, was to remember to thank Jared tonight, after kicking his ass for not telling you about his little matchmaking game himself.

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What the Heck I Gotta Do?


Note: Okay, so this came out cuter than intended? I have no regrets tho. I recommend you listen to the song while you read. :) Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans.

Word Count: 1376

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff, like, it’s so fluffy you’re gonna die fluff

Originally posted by gravitywon

“C’mon, Y/N, please?” Anthony begged.

“Why?” You asked your boyfriend, your voice close to a whine. “It’s cold outside.”

“So? There are so many people out there waiting in the cold, the least you can do is come out. They’d all love to see you.” He reasoned. “Also, I’m gonna be singing, so that’s a plus.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at him. Anthony was trying to convince you to come outside for Ham4Ham, but you didn’t want to because it was the middle of winter and freezing outside.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes, I promise.” He continued after you stayed silent. You caught his eyes and sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against his pleading gaze.

“Fine.” You breathed, causing his eyes to light up as he grinned. Anthony wrapped you a warm embrace before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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K is for Kneel (Simon Smut)

Summary: Simon catches you playing dress up. 

Characters: Simon x Female

Word Count: 1,768

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: I signed up for Simon’s Thirst Squad’s ABC challenge. I wanted to write something funny because Simon always makes me laugh. It’s a little short, but I tried. Hopefully you guys enjoy. 

Originally posted by stevenblogg

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Soft

Request: I have this headcanon that Logan loves touching part of his s/o body such as her thighs and butt because it’s soft like her hair.

A/N: I didn’t really know where you wanted me to go with this, so I decided to just make a fic about it. I was also listening to Sade while writing this so excuse any possible references.

You danced about the living room slowly moving along to the cool quiet beat of the music. Your hips swayed as you moved about the room carelessly. Logan walked past you, sparing a moment to pull you close by the waist and kiss your temple. As he continued past his hand trailed from your waist across your behind. The touch was so light, you could have mistaken it for an innocent accident if you didn’t know any better. Of course you know better, so his sneaky little touch had not been lost on you. You threw him a smirk and continued about your business as he disappeared into the kitchen. Logan wasn’t very given to serious cuddling. You knew it was because there was something in him like a quiet storm, unheard yet volatile. The one thing he feared most was your injury at his own hands.

“Logan,” you called as you stepped into the kitchen. He grunted a sound that told you he was listening, “Charles told me to tell you there’s a meeting tonight, and that you should actually come .”

“Why? You go, isn’t that enough.”

“I am not your little messenger girl,” you protested in mock offense as you sauntered over to him.

“You don’t say that Charles.”

“I like him more,” you teased, poking him in the cheek. He gave you a dubious side eye. He was standing in front of the counter, with a beer in one hand. With the other hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him.

“Do you ever get tired of being trouble?”

“Never. I think it’s in my genes.”

“Not much room in your jeans for all that,” he joked. You hit him in the chest with a laugh.

“That corny. You gotta do better than that old man.”

His arm rested on your shoulder and he looked down at you, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

“So we are both going to the meeting tonight. Understood?” you spoke in an authoritative manner, pointing a firm finger at him.

“Yes, ma'am.” he smiled, you were trying very hard to look firm, but you had your hair down and it was a beautiful mess. You just looked like trouble, with your pretty brown eyes full of secrets and humor. He lifted a hand a moved a weird curl so it wouldn’t stick up.  Your hair was soft, you were soft, unbelievably so. He adored it.

“You’re too good for me, bub,” he murmured. Your eyes softened for a  moment then they were alight again with humor.

“Yeah, yeah, Wolvie, but we already knew that. You can butter me up all you want, if you don’t go to this meeting I’m kicking your ass.”

“I believe you,” he laughed. You left out of the kitchen, satisfied that he would come without a fight.

The  meeting was a few hours later. You stood talking to Summers while you were waiting for everyone to join you. Logan had left out earlier and you swore if he didn’t show up soon he was gonna get one hell of an earful from you.

“Logan’s alright?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, same as always really,” you shrugged.

“I just can’t imagine what it’s like living with him.”

“It’s one of the best things about my life,” you returned in a short tone.

“Didn’t mean anything about it. Logan is just so…”

“Brooding?” Ororo offered as she passed the two of you.

“Yeah and….”

“Unapproachable,” Hank added.

“Okay, maybe to you guys, but he likes me,” you spoke with a laugh.

“Ouch,” Ororo laughed.

“You’re so nice though,” Scott continued, “how do the two of you even get along?”

“Like a dream,” you crossed your arms over your chest. Logan came into the room then, and he sat in his usual seat, throwing you a smirk.

“You’re late,” you grumbled.

“I’m sure you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“I don’t know. I might never get over it.”

Logan took your hand and pulled you so that you lost your balance and all but fell into his lap. His hands rubbed down the side of your thighs, then back up to wrap around your waist. You tried to keep up your angry exterior but his lips were right on your neck, his affectionate actions hidden by your hair.

“You’re trouble, Logan.”

“Does that mean I’m in your genes?”

“Don’t know if I have anymore room.” you laughed. He squeezed your thighs as if to punctuate the sentiment.

“Oh get a room you two,” Ororo groaned, but a smile was playing on her lips. You were soft and a perfect balance to Logan.

La La Land (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry there haven’t been any updates in a while but here is something!!! I have a bunch of ideas but I’m having trouble finding time to write. More stories to come soon! Leave some feedback if you’d like :) Also La La Land has become my new obsession so…. here. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,018

Prompt: You’re at the cinema alone and so am I we might as well sit together and I swear I didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like I do.

- Written by Brie - 


You’re lame. You’re so lame you can’t even believe yourself. Who the hell goes to the theater alone at two in the afternoon just to see a movie for the third time. You, that’s who. You didn’t even bother to stop at the concession counter for the classic popcorn and soda combo as you hurried to your theater door, by now were an expert at sneaking outside food into the theater. If only the snack counter sold chicken nuggets and fries, you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty sneaking in your salty contraband.

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

Minseok:
When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Junmyeon:
Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing:
Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun:
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

Jongdae:
When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

Kyungsoo:
When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao:
Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

Jongin:
When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Sehun:
Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.


I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

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Michael x Reader

Requested by Anon


You sat with the Shelby’s in the backroom, laughing and drinking, sharing a shy smile with Michael every now and then. As the evening went on the Shelby’s slowly filed out until it was just you, Michael and Arthur.

“Right, I better get home, stay out of trouble you two.” Arthur muttered, leaving you looking at your hands when Michael’s eyes fell on you.

“So…” Michael muttered, milling when you looked up at him.

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Chapter Four: Confession Time? Here’s What I Got

Lafayette x Reader

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five 

Note: Do you guys still hate me because of the last chapter? Because if you don’t you probably will now. Does the cute gif of Daveed make up for the sadness of the chapter?

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Word Count: 2100

Tagged: @texasprincess3 @chuckisgod @hamiltonsquills @pearltheartist @zoemonster200 @dem-shitposts-n-stuff @hamrevolution

Originally posted by neighborhoodz

“You have to tell him” Eliza hisses at Y/N as she tapes up another box. Y/N throws her a look as Lafayette comes bouncing into the room, a grin on his face.

A week earlier Lafayette had asked Y/N to move in with him and Hercules. At first she had honestly considered declining, simply to avoid the possibility of Lafayette finding her pills before she has a chance to tell him like Eliza had, but after considering it she decided to go for it.

“Is there much left to pack in here?” Lafayette asks, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead before picking another box.

“Just enough for two more boxes” she tells him glaring at Eliza, praying that she doesn’t say anything to Lafayette just like she has every time Lafayette and Eliza have been in the same room over the past two weeks

“I’ll take this one down to the car” he says, picking up the box Eliza had tapped up and leaving the room again, the smile never leaving his face.

Y/N sighs, leaning back against the wall. “I know I have to tell him Liza. I know I do but I just… don’t know how. Please just don’t say anything? I’ll tell him soon when I find the right moment”

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Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it! 


A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?  

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?

_______

You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.

89.4%

You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.

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“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well,  had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.

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The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever

____________

And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell. 

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.”  You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat.  Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.

Saizo.

Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took  a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?”  He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.

“What?”

“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit. 

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable. 

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”

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Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”


Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady @tearscrime @nairil-daeris Feel free to reblog and tag other people. ~ Thanks again for reading, and putting up with me and this college AU.

Sleepover

“i was hoping you could write something where like, you have a bestfriend for a long time and you always insult eachother and joke around A LOT until you let him spend the night and you both start complimenting eachother and get all flustered and he ends up awkwardly trying to kiss you and etc. ( the more blushing and awkwardness, the better )”

This person messaged me to give extra details, which you can totally do because it’s easier for me to write! I combined it with this request cause I thought they fit well together:

“Could u make one when ur walking out of school to go home + u literally bump into him + he decides to walk u since ur houses r in the same direction + when u get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie, cuddle, kiss and cute fluffy stuff happen😊”

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You watch the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds until the bell rings. It’s the last period of the day on Friday, and right now the second hand is the only thing standing in between you and the sweet freedom of the weekend. 5…4…3…2…1… the bell goes off at last and you jump up and exit the classroom before the teacher can assign last minute homework.

Once you have all your things and you’ve waved goodbye to your friends, you push open the front doors of the school and step out, breathing in the crisp air with a smile. Ahhh, Fridays. Like the tasty dessert after an unpleasant meal. You adjust your backpack straps and start walking home, thinking about what you’ll do with your weekend.

The sidewalk makes a right angle and you cut the corner a bit, walking across the grass. As your feet hit concrete again, something slams into you and you fall over.

“What the-” you look up, trying to identify your attacker. An outstretched hand descends from the sky, and behind it, there is a concerned face saying “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” It’s your best friend and crush, (c/n).

You grab his hand and let him pull you up, brushing the dirt off your butt. “Thanks for that,” you say sarcastically.

“Sorry!” he says one more time, hands held up defensively. “But I must say, it’s your fault for walking right in front of me like that. I don’t have the best reflexes when I’m on a moving bike,” he adds, reaching down to pick up the fallen bike in question.

You laugh. “My bad, you’re probably right. Bike is okay?”

He pats the bike and nods. “Better question is, are you?”

“Yeah I think I’m good,” you reply, pretending to check for broken ribs. “Bones are all intact.” You flash him a smile and start walking forward again.

“Fantastic,” he says, walking his bike beside you. “Heading home?”

“Yes, I’m very excited to veg out in front of the TV for several hours.”

“Same,” he agrees. “Why don’t I walk you home, to make sure you don’t get yourself into any more accidents?”

“See, the problem with that logic is you’re the reason I fell over in the first place,” you point out. Plus your house is on the way to his anyway, but you decide not to mention that.

(C/n) thinks about this for a second. “I guess you could say you…fell for me?” He grins charmingly.

You clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Wow, we really need to work on your pickup lines,” you tease. Of course, you secretly think it’s cute as hell, and you have no problem with being on the receiving end of said cheesy pickup lines. That won’t stop you from giving him a hard time, though.

“Are you suggesting you’re better at this than I am?” He arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Definitely,” you say confidently.

“Alright then, impress me with your flirting skills.”

“Okay, get ready for this cause you’re gonna be blown away.” You smile and flip your hair for extra effect. “Are you a fire alarm? Cause you’re loud and annoying,” you finish, smirking at his expression as he processes what you said.

“That was not a pickup line!” he protests.

“Well, it was true!” you tease.

He shakes his head disapprovingly. “This is why you’re still single.”

“Hey!” You punch him in the arm. “Like you’re any less single than I am.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

“And I think I should warn you that you can’t get girls by running them over,” you advise sagely. “Generally not considered very romantic.”

“Really, cause that’s what I’d call making the first move!” he jokes.

You sigh. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

You arrive in front of your house, but hesitate before walking up to the door. You don’t want to stop talking to (c/n). “Hey, (c/n), uhh…you wanna come in for a bit?” You bite your lip nervously.

(C/n) grins. “Okay, sure.”

He parks his bike against the side of your house and then follows you through the front door.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him as he looks around the house, taking everything in. He nods absentmindedly. You search through the kitchen for something worth feeding (c/n). After a minute or so you emerge from the pantry with a bag of microwaveable popcorn, and hold it up, shaking it up and down. “Popcorn?”

(C/n) looks up. “Perfect.”

You put the bag in the microwave, which emits a chorus of pops. (C/n) comes over, making popping noises with his mouth. You laugh at him. “You weirdo.”

“Dude, we should totally watch a movie,” he says suddenly as you pull the finished popcorn out of the microwave. “We’ve already got the popcorn, haven’t we?”

You shrug nonchalantly, hiding your eagerness to spend two plus hours with (c/n). “Why not, it is Friday after all.” You lead him down to the basement and plop down on the couch in front of the TV. He sits next to you, close enough that your thighs touch. As you open Netflix, he puts an arm around your shoulders. “Netflix and chill?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laugh. “You’re still not cute. Getting warmer though!” You scroll through the available movies, conscious that (c/n)’s arm hasn’t left your shoulders.

“Let’s watch a horror movie,” (c/n) suggests, jiggling his leg excitedly. You can feel it against your leg. You groan. “God no, I’ll be screaming in your ear the whole time.”

He shrugs. “I can take it.” He grins. “I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he says teasingly.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, sighing. You have to admit that watching a horror movie with your crush protecting you doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. You come across the movie Sinister. “Is this a good one? Looks pretty scary,” you say.

“Hell yes. Hit play.” You start the movie and settle back against the couch. (C/n)’s arm is still around you.

The movie starts out tamely enough, with Ethan Hawke’s friendly puppy face and nothing particularly terrifying. You eat your popcorn contentedly, your hands occasionally bumping into (c/n)’s. After a little while you rest your head on his shoulder, and he doesn’t object. You smile, knowing that he usually hates physical contact and would push anyone else away.

It doesn’t take long for things to take a turn for the scarier, however. Some scenes, you just know something is coming, and tense up as the suspense builds. (C/n)’s arm tightens around you in response, pulling the two of you closer each time. Other times there are completely unexpected jump scares, and as predicted, you scream loudly every time.

At one particularly bad jump scare where the demon Bughuul suddenly appears in the garden, you screech in terror and hide your face in (c/n)’s shirt. He chuckles and you feel his arms go around you, shielding you from the outside world. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, as though impressed by how scared you are. You peek up at him to see him looking down at you in amusement. “How are you so unaffected?” you ask him, bewildered at his completely calm demeanor.

“Nothing can faze me,” he says proudly.

“Ooh, you’re so manly,” you say sarcastically. “What happens when I do this?” You tickle his sides, and he shrieks. You laugh hysterically at his reaction.

As he recovers he points to the screen. “Okay, let’s pay attention, we already missed an important plot point!”

You oblige, sitting up a little but still leaning partially into him, his arms still lazily encircling you.

A while later the movie draws to a very dramatic close. You breathe out as the camera pans out on the box of films, the excitement seemingly over. But right before the end of the movie, Bughuul’s face suddenly pops up. You scream again and dive into the safety of (c/n)’s shirt, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter under you. “You’re such a wimp,” he teases.

You flip him off without lifting your head. You’re very comfortable and not about to move. (C/n)’s heart is beating right by your ear. When he chuckles it rumbles in his chest. “I don’t mind, it makes me look tougher by comparison,” he adds jokingly.

You get an idea, and sit up a little bit. “Hey (c/n).”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna sleep over?”

“Really?” He starts to smile.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let me run home and get my stuff.” He tries to get up but you’re still lying on his chest.

“Don’t leave,” you whine, “just call your mom.”

He laughs and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. “I live like practically next door, it’ll only take a second.” He tries to stand again. “Get up, you lazy ass.”

You roll away, grumbling. Already feeling sleepy, you don’t move as he goes upstairs and leaves your house. Your eyes close and you lie still, waiting for him to return.

You wake maybe fifteen minutes later to (c/n) shaking you. “(Y/n)! Did you seriously fall asleep?”

You rub your eyes. “Wha-” (C/n)’s concerned face comes into focus. “Maybe you should go to bed right away,” he suggests.

“No!” You jump up, fighting the sudden dizziness and trying to act awake. “No way, not before dinner.”

He grins. “And what is dinner, exactly?”

You ponder this. “Takeout? What do you want?”

“Chinese,” he decides. You nod in agreement. “Good call.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting criss cross on the basement floor across from (c/n), with rice, dumplings, chicken and noodles between you. As you feast, you tell stories.

“Okay, your turn. Most embarrassing moment,” you challenge him.

“Oh, god.” (C/n) groans and covers his face with his hands, laughing slightly. “Oh man.”

“This is gonna be good.” You rub your hands together excitedly.

He makes a pained face and sighs in resignation. “Okay. So picture this. I’m like 10 or 11, sitting in class, nervous as hell cause I’m about to give a presentation. Funny thing is, I have no idea what it was about. I think I was so traumatized I forgot.”

“Go on,” you encourage him, not without a hint of sadistic enjoyment.

“So the teacher calls me up to present and I walk up to the front of the room. I almost fall over cause my legs are shaking so much. But I make it up there anyway. And then…I totally freeze up and just stand there, staring out at the class.” He winces at the memory.

“Dude, that’s not that bad,” you say, a little disappointed.

“Oh no, it’s not over yet,” he replies grimly. “As I stand there paralyzed, I feel something warm on my leg…” (C/n) grabs a nearby pillow and hides his face in it. His muffled voice comes out: “I peed my pants in front of the entire class.”

You burst out laughing. He removes the pillow and glares at you. His face is red, which only makes you laugh harder. He throws the pillow at your head. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Okay, okay.” You stifle a last giggle. “Honestly that wasn’t even that bad,” you reassure him after a moment.

“Oh really, have you done it too?” (C/n) grins and raises an eyebrow at you. It’s your turn to throw the pillow at him. “No way!” you say, laughing. Then you notice the pillow landed in the noodles. “Whoops.”

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to clean up,” (c/n) decides.

You put all the leftovers in the fridge and clear away the plates. After you kill a couple of hours playing video games, you decide to set up your sleeping bags so you can lie in bed and talk for several more hours.

You lay them down side by side and climb into them, facing each other. You’ve put on your pajamas, which consist of shorts and a camisole, and quickly realize that the air conditioned basement and thin sleeping bag are a bad combination. After a couple minutes you start shivering.

(C/n) notices and frowns. “You’re cold,” he says.

“Oh, nah, I’m fine,” you deny weakly. “It’s like a sauna in here.”

“Yeah, right, I can practically hear your teeth chattering. Come here.” He beckons with his finger.

You scoot closer to him like a large worm wriggling sideways. He smiles. “Just get in here,” he says, pointing into his sleeping bag.

You giggle nervously. “In there? With you?” Your face is suddenly warm even though you still feel cold.

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room,” he says, opening up the sleeping bag to show you. “And it’s very thick and veerry comfortable.” He grins.

“Okay, if you say so,” you respond casually, though inside of course you’re totally freaking out. You unzip your bag and clamber over to his, sliding inside. Immediately (c/n) puts his arms around you and pulls you into him, pressing you close against him. You can feel his skin against your bare arms. Warmth radiates from his body.

“Wow, you’re really warm,” you whisper, already feeling the comfortable heaviness of sleep pressing in.

He smirks. “Told you.”

“Thanks for letting me invade your personal space,” you say jokingly.

He smiles. “My pleasure.” After a moment he adds, quite out of the blue, “You know, you have a really nice voice.”

“What?” You lift your head and look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

You feel him shrug next to you. “Your voice. It’s just…really soft and soothing. When I hear it it’s like I’m being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I could listen to you talk forever.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s like…listening to really good music. I don’t know.” He looks away, blushing.

“Oh, thanks…” you smile slightly. Your face feels warm and you wonder if you’re as red as he is. “I like your voice too.”

(C/n) starts stroking your hair lightly, which gives you chills (the good kind). After a moment he says quietly, “And your hair, too, it’s so soft, and like, perfect.”

You reach up and ruffle his adorably fluffy hair. “I like yours more.”

He chuckles, and even though you’ve turned the lights off you can tell his whole face is pink. “Honestly everything about you is perfect,” he whispers.

Your heart starts to race, and you’re close enough to feel his heart beating rapidly as well. “Really?” you whisper back, at a loss for words.

“Yeah.” He lifts a finger up to your mouth and softly traces your lips. You’re so nervous you couldn’t move if you wanted to, and you don’t.

(C/n) looks up at you and back at your mouth, and then leans in as if trying to kiss you. But you’re both still lying on your sides, and your noses bump awkwardly. You stifle a giggle. He laughs too and hides his face in your neck. Then he props himself up with one arm so he’s leaning over you, and for the second time, he brings his face to yours. This time, your lips connect.

You feel as though fireworks are going off around you. He strokes your face with one hand as he kisses you, and when you pull apart several seconds later, he’s staring intently into your eyes, as if he sees something inside them.

“(Y/n), I really like you,” he murmurs in a husky voice.

You reach up and play with a bit of his hair that’s sticking out, hardly able to believe this is happening. “I really like you too,” you whisper almost inaudibly.

(C/n) smiles. “Well, that works out nicely,” he says, and you laugh giddily. He kisses you on the forehead before settling back down next to you. He pulls you into him and you rest your head on his chest. You can feel his heart still beating fast, but after a few minutes it slows along with his breathing. Exhaustion settles heavily over you from the rough week at school, and wrapped comfortably in (c/n)’s arms, it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

#98 [Roman Reigns]

Requested, #98: “The store ran out of Easter eggs.” (Prompt from here.) Requested by @m-a-t-91

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Using the key fob, you unlocked the doors to your silver SUV, walking up to the back driver’s side. Swinging open the door, you placed the bags from the grocery store on the floor, securing them in place with your purse so they didn’t shift.

It was just over a week prior to Easter, which meant the store hadn’t been overrun and chaotic, thankfully. At five months pregnant, a packed store was one of the last things you wanted to deal with currently. However, it had been a bit barren in some sections, leaving you with not all of the items you’d wanted.

The drive back to the house you shared with Roman was easy enough. He had fought you tooth and nail about going shopping by yourself, but you’d won in the end. While you appreciated his protectiveness, and found his concern for your unborn baby endearing, you also knew your limits and still needed to live your life.

Making him stay home also gave him time alone with his daughter, your step-daughter for all intents and purposes. You knew he appreciated that.

After pulling in to the garage, you shut off the vehicle, and got out to gather your bags. There were only two, along with your purse, so you managed easily to get into the house, straight in to the kitchen. Roman wandered in after a moment, apparently having heard you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were home? I would have gotten that stuff,” he stated, as you set your items on the counter.

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Healing

Healing. It was a task that Michonne and Rick were perfecting. Life falling in love, it had crept up on them, slowly at first, then appearing all at once, as though it had been simply lying in wait the whole time. It began in the unlikeliest of places, when both of them were at the lowest of lows, staring at each other through a prison fence. They had carried their guilt like a yolk, each of them bearing the weight of what this world had become, what they had become to survive.

It began with the physical, a stitched bullet wound, cuts and bruises patched up until they faded into scars. He had saved her life and she returned the favor, limping away from the battlefield time and time again until she’d lost count of how many cycles they had been through. Fight. Win. Repeat. It became a fact of life, the price you paid for surviving at the end of the world.

The stakes were higher now. They weren’t just fighting to live, but for a life, for a future for the children they raised together, for Glenn’s unborn son or daughter. Losing was not an option; death was not an option. She wasn’t leaving Rick alone in this world, no matter what enemy came knocking at their door. So, she fought tooth and nail, certain that Rick was doing the same. When she won, he found her, bleeding but breathing, their son by his side.  

Now the healing began.

Michonne awoke to find Rick still beside her, clutching her hand as though it were a lifeline, his fingers slack within her own. The pleasure of a newly found mattress was diminished significantly without Rick’s body pressed against hers. She wondered if they could manage it.

“Rick,” it hurt to even speak, her face swollen to what she was sure were incredibly unflattering proportions.

He stirred immediately, his blue grey eyes almost glowing in the dark as they flickered open and immediately toward her.

“You ok, hun?” his voice was a raspy whisper, heavy with sleep and concern. She smiled, only managing to lift the corner of her lips.

“I’m ok,” she assured him. He sat up, groping for a pitcher of water at his side. He enticed her to take a few swallows, the lukewarm water cooling her parched lips, before sipping some himself.

“What hurts?” he asked, seizing her hand again.

“Nothing,” it was a bold-faced lie, but she had taken worse pain.

“You sure?” he wasn’t fooled, leaning forward to inspect her in the low light. “Can I get you something?”

“Come here,” she tugged gently at his arm, doing her best to scoot over in the narrow bed, making as much space as she could manage.

He followed her lead, trying not to wince at the wound on his waist that he was attempting to downplay. Michonne guided him beside her, arranging the blankets so that he could fit. It was warm in the room, the windows closed to the cool autumn breeze just outside, the temperature almost stifling to stave off the possibility of fever. Rosita lay indisposed just a few feet from the couple, Tara at her side. Rick settled quietly on the mattress beside his wife, his eyes flickering briefly at the two young women before moving back to Michonne’s face.

“How’s your hip?” she wished she had the wherewithal to lavish him with the attention he had given her the past few hours. She would not know the extent of the damage until she saw it with her own eyes.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, smiling in the dark.

“It doesn’t hurt?” she pressed, reaching for him.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he brushed his lips against the back of her wrist.

“You should take some medicine,” she suggested, glancing at the bedside table where the pain pills sat.

“So should you,” he looked amused at her assertion. Michonne had to admit that he had a point. She did not like the way the medicine made her feel, as though she were filled with lead– not in pain, but unable to move. Numbness was a feeling she was well-acquainted with, and one that she was unwilling to revisit.

“Half,” she compromised. Rick rolled over, securing the pill and the pitcher. He maneuvered them both up, breaking the chalky tablet apart between his thumb and forefinger. He coaxed one between her lips, then placed the other half in his own mouth, swallowing it dry. Michonne did not lay back down again until he’d taken a gulp of the water.

Within minutes, the pain began to dissipate, the heaviness washing over her like a wool blanket, pulling her to sleep. There wasn’t much time to rest; the war had just begun. Still, she allowed herself the luxury of one night of vulnerability.

“Go to sleep,” Rick’s lips were at her ear, his voice authoritative, even as he lost the battle to his own exhaustion.

She fell asleep in his arms, feeling content despite the discomfort. Whatever this world was now, she still had Rick beside her.

They were going to win. It was only a matter of time.

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In the gardens

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Angsty-ish, bit of fluff.

A/N: I am taking so long with requests but bear it with me, would you? Feedback <3


Originally posted by buchanstan

Ever since Steve’s team arrived into Wakanda, they seemed to be a lot better; well, everyone except for one. (Y/N) was quiet by nature, but after everything that happened, and the people she had lost because of the men’s stubbornness, she decided to build up the highest walls so no one could reach to her.

Her powers had caused terrible damage, and she promised herself to not use them anymore; she was not completely in control of them, and it almost seemed like they controlled her sometimes. The only place where she could unravel them and feel completely free from her fears were the gardens, but they were usually full of people and full of the king’s servants who were kind enough to ask if everything was alright.

One day, as she started wandering, she found a spot that hadn’t been taken care of in quite a while. It was calling her name, and feeling her protective instinct blossoming once again, she went every day for over a month just to take care of the plants that there laid withering. (Y/N) was not at home, and she was most certainly not safe, but that portion of land somehow needed her as much as she needed it. She moved things around with her powers, feeling completely in control of her telekinesis for once in her life. And she even created a small pond with her element-control. Only her part of the gardens could bring a smile to her heart.

She was often seen carrying a book and running away, not even the few teammates she still had in Wakanda could get more from her than a greeting, and the king himself started to wonder what she did all day and why she pushed everyone away.

Until he discovered her little secret. T’Challa found her sitting on a stone little bench she had made all by herself. It was still a bit rough, but comfortable enough to sit there for a while. He cleared his throat to let her know there was somebody with her.

“Mind if I sit?” T’Challa asked as he pointed at the empty space next to (Y/N). She nodded silently and he sat down. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—king T’Challa—you—” she stammered—“I was just—nothing.” She shook her head and fell silent again, trying to focus her sight on the book, but she couldn’t help but to look at him from the corner of her eye. The man was not only beautiful, but in his presence she felt tiny, and somehow, safe again.

T’Challa cleared his throat and began again. “You know, I’ve always liked this side of the gardens, ever since I was a child; whenever there was some sort of royal happening, I used to run all the way here and my mother would find me somehow.” He sounded absentminded, but in his mind one thought wandered, and it wasn’t even the reminiscence of his favorite childhood memories, but he was trying to imagine how it would be if (Y/N) smiled; he was most certain that he had never seen her like that. “It always felt like an escape. My father didn’t even knew about the immensity of his own palace…” he chuckled, “so how did you discover this?”

“I just started walking and… I got here.” She shrugged. None of them looked at one another, but (Y/N) could feel how fixated he was on her. “The plants needed some help.”

“I think I could hire you as the gardener, would you like that?”

“If it means I can stay here…” she turned her head to face him, “I would.”

“You know… I’ve asked around for you, but the others said you were not talking to them,” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip almost immediately, “may I know the reason why?”

“I just don’t know what I could say to them…” She shrugged. “My mother used to tell me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then I’d better keep quiet.”

“Don’t you think that’s a harsh thing to say to a daughter?” He pointed out.

“My mother…” she started, “she was not the kindest woman alive,” she gave him a quick look, “but it doesn’t matter, she’s not among the living anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” he gulped. “And were the Avengers somehow like a family to you?”

“They were the closest thing I had to a family, and it ended up just like the first one, and probably just as bloody.” (Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line. “You know, when I was at school nobody really liked me, and not only because I wasn’t popular. People feared me; kids feared me because at kindergarten I spoke to a dying plant and it seemed to come to live again.” She giggled, but it sounded more like a heavy sigh. “Then, things around the house flew for no apparent reason, and that was when my parents started to fear me too and so I ran away.” Her voice seemed to crack, so she remained silent a few seconds before clearing her throat and starting again. “There were some people looking for me, bad people, and they got to my parents because they were the closest thing to me. They died because of me, because I wasn’t there to protect them.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Then SHIELD found me and I became an avenger. I had a family again, a terribly dysfunctional one because let’s face it, none of them knew how to have a family. We were the outcasts, the weird ones. I felt at home but… It didn’t last long.” She looked at her hands and hid them inside her sleeves. “The things I love never last for long, mainly because I destroy them.”

“I’m sorry…” The king softly said. He looked at her and to his eyes, she had never looked more vulnerable, but it wasn’t the vulnerability that meant weakness; not at all. This vulnerability made her so transparent, like a fragile glass, just a stone away from breaking into a million pieces. She looked very differently from how she did in The Raft, where she looked utterly terrified. (Y/N) allowed her walls to fall apart just enough to let him know why she tried to shut everyone away. But her walls started to build quickly up, and before T’Challa could say something, she was slowly walking away.

He followed her and grabbed her hand, trying to make her turn around. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were getting watery, and a rosy color tried to take over her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was about to do was ok, but he went along with it, and taking a deep breath, his hand went up to (Y/N)’s cheek and gently stroke it. She trembled under his touch and in T’Challa’s mind, the worst fears played.

“Don’t do this, T’Challa.” She mumbled. “Get away from me before it’s too late.” She tried to free herself from his grip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“How about you let me decide if I want to get hurt or not?” He softly asked, not wanting to let go of her. “And how about you come out of your bedchamber to socialize? I’ll be hosting a party at the palace in two nights, and I’d love to take you as my date.”

“I don’t even have a dress.” (Y/N) stuttered.

“I’m quite sure Ms. Maximoff can handle that for both of us.” He leaned in to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek and bowed his head before saying his goodbyes.

“T’Challa, wait!” She screamed, running her way up to him; who, with long steps, had already gotten a few meters away. “I haven’t even said yes.”

“Well,” he smiled, “I will go by your room in two days and if you’re wearing pajamas, then I’ll know you’ve turned down my invitation.” T’Challa took (Y/N)’s hand and lifted it enough to kiss it, looking straight into her eyes.

And two days from then, King T’Challa knocked on (Y/N)’s golden doors, only to be welcomed by one of the maidens that was in charge of her. Inside the dormitory, Wanda was finishing the last details of (Y/N)’s dress. The king couldn’t help to smile at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She wore a long, navy blue dress that even though it was not tight, it still held on to her curves perfectly. She turned around, almost in slow motion, and smiled back at the dark complexioned man that so fondly looked at her.

She looked like a dream come true; like his own little piece of heaven was on earth, right in front of his very eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” T’Challa said in amusement, “and you look gorgeous too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, your highness.” (Y/N) smiled as she bowed her head.

They walked together through the hallway that lead to the big ballroom where a lot of people had gathered for a celebration that (Y/N) was not aware of. The couple greeted some of the guests and everyone kept mentioning how gorgeous T’Challa’s companion was. She did not feel afraid of hurting anybody, because having him by her side was enough to keep her mind occupied. She was very grateful for his ministrations to her, and she wouldn’t have enough life to thank him for everything he had done.

Not only he managed to make her speak of her past, but she also felt like she had a friend, someone she could really count on, and (Y/N) appreciated that the most.

Once the greetings and protocol salutes were over, the two were offered a glass of champagne to start the night; (Y/N) was not a drinker, and mostly because of her uncontrolled powers, she declined the drink as asked for some water instead.

“You never told me what you’re celebrating.” (Y/N) mentioned at the table. They were sitting together, and in order to speak to him, she had to lean in closer. T’Challa shivered lightly at the feeling of her breath close to his skin.

“It’s my father’s birthday today,” he explained, “and it’s a tradition to remember the birthdays of a king or a queen. I suppose mine will be remembered one day.” He replied with a soft smile. (Y/N) corresponded the smile with a soft giggle. “Hey! You’re smiling, that’s a progress.”

“I have a good reason to smile tonight.” She conceded. “You know, I never met your father… but he sure as hell did a great job bringing you up.” She sighed. “You’re a great man, T’Challa, and you’re going to be an even greater king.” T’Challa smiled nervously; he was used to receive compliments about his duty as the new king of Wakanda, but if they came from (Y/N)’s lips, the compliments felt a hundred times better and it made his heart beat faster than ever. “I don’t think I can thank you enough for taking me out of my bedroom… I had forgotten how it felt to be with people, like real people.” She shook her head and giggled. Then, she leaned her head on T’Challa’s shoulder and felt how he tenderly kissed her hair.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, after a moment in silence.

The musicians started to play a slow tune, perfect for a romantic dance. The two stood up and headed for the center of the dance-floor. For the first time, (Y/N) felt extremely nervous and self-conscious around the king. There had never been that little space between them; not even at the Leipzig airport, and not even when they were all rescued from The Raft. She shivered when his big hand softly placed on the small of her back, not too low, but not up high. She took a deep breath before relaxing again and taking the hand that he offered.

When she looked up, she could’ve sworn T’Challa’s eyes were in the shape of a heart. He looked down at her and smiled when he found she was looking at him. He looked away with a winner grin and he led the slow movements of their bodies.

“Is there a special person you left back home?” He softly asked.

“No, I didn’t.” (Y/N) replied in a defeated voice. “Love has not been good with me. I told you, I hurt everyone I love.” She quickly looked away. “I just don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for someone. I mean just look at me—”

“I am,” T’Challa cut her off, “and I have done it for a while… and I have to say it; you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better.” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief.

“I wish I did—” T’Challa let go of her hand and placed it on her cheek, cupping it gently—“but I’m not. It’s hard to put it into words, especially with this many people around us, but you’re good enough for me, and you’re so, so good that I believe I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“I—I… I just don’t know what to say.” She stammered. “T’Challa—I—”

“You needn’t say a thing,” he assured her, nodding his head once, “just promise me you’ll never say something like you’re not good enough again. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough, and you don’t hurt the people you love, and you have my word about it.”

Out of a sudden, T’Challa felt brave enough to lean in and gently press his lips on hers before she could argue any more. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the blabbering was about; she wasn’t really sure if she felt the same, or even if she was able to feel something for somebody again, but the safety his arms, walls and gates provided were more than enough to make her consider giving that leap of faith.

“T’Challa, I need you to hear me out on this one.” She pulled away from him. “This is not easy for me, and I… I don’t know if I feel the same about you.”

“I will not push you into something you don’t want.” He assured. “Set the boundaries and I’ll respect them. I like you, but I want you to be happy, even if it means without me.”

“And what if that’s exactly it?”

“We’ll figure that out together, then.” He leaned in, but instead of kissing her lips, T’Challa kissed her forehead as they kept dancing.

Never Have I Ever and Chill - Markson x Reader

Originally posted by tepangel


members: mark and jackson
rating: nc-17
genre: smut
word count: 3098

summary: you like to spoil the boys with relaxing, fun nights where they can let loose and forget about their busy schedules whenever you get the chance. you don’t expect it to turn into you and your boyfriend hooking up with his best friend. 

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The Other Woman (Part 6)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jensen x Danneel

Word Count: 2927

Summary: You’ve always been a good girl. You did as you were told. But how did you end up as the other woman?

A/N: Little did I know I wrote close to 7k words for this chapter, wew amazing. It was too long so I decided to cut it here where I thought was best.  I more or less consider this chapter a filler before more angst commence. Thank you for waiting and the constant encouraging messages. Lots of love <3 

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You had spent your next morning in bed, aimlessly scrolling through your phone before placing it back down on the pillow. You rolled onto your side and stared at the other side of the bed; his side of the bed.

You pulled the duvet over your nose and snuggled in, closed your eyes as it caressed your cheeks. It still smelled of him, his body soap and his shampoo.

It was a peaceful kind of day. The house was usually quiet in the mornings with only bird songs welcoming a new day with its sweet melodious chorus of seemingly repeated notes. You were thankful that you could stay in bed and waste away. And also have nobody come in and catch you in this embarrassing act.

A small chuckle from the door broke your brooding. You let out a surprised squeak and jolted up, turning your head to face whomever was sneaking up on you now. Much to your surprise and confusion, you were met with a fiery head and red lips. You leapt up of the bed in a hurry and nearly tackled the woman who laughed.

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