zipping up

anonymous asked:

to the anon about wearing dresses when youre ftm: you pretend its armour. you zip it up and you arent pretty youre handsome. youre damn handsome in whatever you wear, and youre wearing this now so youre damn handsome in it. youre a boy, so youre wearing boy clothes. its your armour and you are strong enough to wear it. at least, that's what i tell myself when i do it.


hideously green jacket

sooooo i went back to writing because she @k-raftboeck made me. also those two posts: 1 & 2

The sun had disappeared some hours ago, even before the start of the competition, so it not only was pitch dark but also very cold. Andi zipped up his jacket and pulled his purple beanie over his ears, walking from the hill towards the parking where the car, that would bring them back to the hotel, was waiting. He already was a bit late, coming from the victor´s ceremony as he had ended up 3rd in the competition, and hurried past the little huts and containers for the equipment, the media and the jumpers. The buildings were throwing shadows on the already poorly illuminated, gravelled way and the boy was careful not to trip. A few metres in front of him, next to a white bungalow, he spotted someone in a green jacket, just as ugly as his own, standing with the back to him and slightly leaning on the wall of the building. He just could make out the outlines of the person waiting because there were no lights at all but the silvery light of the moon and the pungent blueish light of a phone illuminating the man. Andi could make out rumpled brown hair and a slender silhouette but nothing more. Approaching the boy in front of him, he remembered that earlier Stephan had said something about waiting for him after the ceremony but due to all the action before and during the victor´s ceremony he had not thought about it until now. A smile appeared on his face thinking about his teammate, his warm brown eyes, his messy hair, the dimples that appeared every time he laughed (and he often laughed when he was with Andi), his clumsiness in the mornings when he still was tired. Andreas chuckled silently when he remembered how his room-mate had tripped over his luggage this morning, searching for socks, the toothbrush in his mouth and how he had almost spit the toothpaste on his shirt. He heard a sudden cough and blushed; he felt caught even though no one could have known what he was thinking. Andreas looked around but saw nobody but the boy in the green jacket still standing in front of him. He must have been the one to cough. Approaching the person Andi grew surer that it was Stephan; the way he was leaning on the building seemed familiar and weren´t those the shoes he had worn today? He slowed down and made sure his steps were as silent as possible. In this manner he sneaked up to the boy in front of him. Andreas had just intended to scare him but he spontaneously changed his mind and quickly put his hands in front of the other boy´s eyes. “Domen? To ti?” At the sound of those words, Andi drew his hands back in surprise. The man in front of him turned around and they both stared at each other for a while until Andi´s stuttered “uhm… sorry” broke the silence. He had blushed to the roots of his hair and avoided eye-contact with Peter, who smiled awkwardly. “Did yo-,” he began, but the German boy interrupted him. “I´m terribly sorry, I mistook you for someone else, my bad. Those terrible jackets… look the same,” he mumbled, nervously adjusting his beanie – that´s what he did in awkward situations. “It´s alright,” the older boy giggled, “I agree though, the jackets are terrible. Seems we have the same sponsor this year.” Andi sighed in relief that the embarrassing situation had passed and Peter had handled it so well. “Whom did you expect to find though?” the Slovenian asked. The question immediately made Andi stutter again and he nervously licked his lips as he was searching for an innocuous answer. “Uhm… I just w-” “Sorry, have you seen And- oh! There you are, I´ve been searching for you.” Stephan had appeared behind Andi and just recognised Peter at the first moment but then spotted his teammate. “I have been waiting for you, where have you been? The car is going to leave soon,” he asked Andi who just was relieved to take the excuse to escape the situation. “Sorry, I´m coming. See you tomorrow, Peter.” The two Germans said goodbye to the other jumper and hurried towards the parking. After a few steps, Andi couldn´t help it any more and burst out into laughter. “Oh dear,” he sighed, “you´ve just saved me from quite a situation.” “What kind of situation,” Stephan asked, slowing down his steps. They had reached the end of the jumper-area and the following meters to the parking were completely dark as no lamps illuminated it and the moon had disappeared behind the clouds. “Well,” said Andi, “I remembered you said you´d be waiting for me.” “Which I did,” the boy walking next to him replied, “Why didn´t you come to the press-room though, didn´t we want to meet there?” “I´m sorry, I must have overheard it over all the fuss before the ceremony…” “It´s alright,” Stephan chuckled and jokingly poked Andi in the arm. “But back to that situation you were having with Peter.” “It´s your fault actually,” Andreas giggled. “I remembered you would be waiting for me and when I saw someone in a hideously green jacket standing in front of me with uncombed brown hair a-,” “Hey,” the smaller boy exclaimed in fake disapproval, “my hair is not as messy as yours!” “Not sure about that,” Andi snickered and tried to pull down Stephan´s beanie over his eyes. “Just because your hair is covered by a purple million dollar cow shitting chocolate doesn´t mean it´s better,” Stephan joked. “What did I do that you´re always so terribly nice,” Andi laughed but added “noo, I love your hair.” There was a moment of silence and their steps on the stony way were the only sound disturbing it. Andi cursed himself for his last words and in the darkness he couldn´t see how Stephan had blushed and now had a little smile on his face. Suddenly there was a sound of shoes slipping on stone and Andi heard Stephan breathing in sharply and the he felt his hand on his arm. “Uh, shit, it´s so dark I think I tripped over something,” Stephan mumbled and was about to remove his hand from Andi´s arm but he seemed to hesitate. “You better continue holding onto me or you will break your neck,” the taller boy giggled, “I just want to remember you of this morning when yo alm-” “Oh shut up, “ Stephan answered but then moved his hand from Andi´s upper arm, that he had held onto when he stumbled, down to his hand and almost shyly grabbed it. At first their grip was weak but it grew firmer and their fingers entangled. “I still sometimes can´t believe someone as clumsy as you makes it down the hill safe and sound,” Andi giggled and stroked the back of Stephan´s hand with his thumb. Again they fell quiet and just walked; the lights of the parking already appeared at the end of the way. “Anyway,” Andreas cleared his throat, “back to what I was telling earlier. So I spotted this person in the green jacket and with messy hair,” he gave Stephan a cheeky look and felt him slightly squeezing his fingers, “and somehow was very sure it was you. So I decided to scare you and put my hands over the person´s eyes… well turned out it was Peter…” “I imagine he was quite flabbergasted,” Stephan giggled and then grinned cheekily as he asked his next question. “But what were you going to do then?” “Huh?” The boy walking next to him looked at him doubtfully. “I mean,” Stephan stopped and turned to Andi, a smirk on his face, “ what would you have done if it had been me and you had put your hands around my eyes?” Andi, who now understood where this was going, grinned. “Well,” he began, “I guess you would have turned around.” He came a step closer to Stephan, their faces were just a few centimetres apart now. “And then?” Stephan whispered, his voice slightly trembling from excitement and maybe fear. “And I would still have my arms around your neck,” Andi breathed and hesitatingly lifted his free hand to Stephan´s face, the other one still was tightly holding his hand. “I would have been surprised but then I would have realized that it was exactly the situation I had been waiting for and imagining all this time,” Stephan said softly and put his free hand on Andi´s waist, slowly pulling him closer. Andreas just had the time think how small Stephan was next to him and how he had never realized it until their lips touched. He felt Stephan´s lips slightly trembling and as if to calm him he put one hand on the back of his head, minimizing the distance between their bodies, and with other one, that had been holding Stephan´s hand until now, he slowly moved up his arm. Stephan had now put both arms around Andi´s waist and lifted himself a bit on his toes. For a second, Andreas pulled back to catch his breath and looked into Stephan´s face. His amazingly cute dimples had appeared and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Is this what you imagined,” Andi asked tenderly. “No,” Stephan sighed and chuckled at the look on Andi´s face. “This is so much better!” And with this words he pressed his lips on the other boy´s lips again. Andi gasped and slightly opened his mouth; the feeling of Stephan´s soft lips on his, of his hands holding him tightly made him forget everything around him. He felt like falling and flying at the same time, it was like ski flying only so much more intense. Eventually, Stephan gently pulled his head back and whispered:”We should really hurry now if we don´t want the car to leave without us.” They still were standing tightly hugged and Andi was softly stroking Stephan´s cheek. “Alright,” the taller boy sighed, “you´re probably right. Let´s go!” “I am right,” Stephan grinned cheekily, “but before we do go I think I´ve got to fix you up a little because you look like…,” he examined Andi´s face, searching for the right phrase. “Like I just heavily made out with somebody?” Andi laughed. “I suppose so,” Stephan giggled while adjusting the other boy´s purple beanie. “Well, lucky for us that it´s so dark,” he smiled. They continued walking towards the parking, their hands subtly touching. Just as they reached the light of the first lamp illuminating the parking place – they could already see the car and their teammates waiting impatiently – Stephan leaned over to Andi and whispered:”We definitively have to repeat that.” “Yes, we do,” Andreas giggled and both smiling they hurried up to the vehicle. “What have you two been doing? We have been waiting for hours!” Richi complained. “Sorry,” Andi mumbled, “the interview took a bit longer.” As they already were sitting in the car, Markus turned around from the front seat. “Why are the two of you smiling so mysteriously all the time anyway? Stephan and Andi looked at each other and trying to contain his laughter, Stephan said: “Nothing, really…”

I’m such an awkward, self-conscious person, but being around the incredibly magnetic energy of @msdarker made all of that instantly dissolve. I was already kneeling on the floor, and I just zipped up her boots with my teeth. I never knew something so simple could be so rewarding. 😊

anonymous asked:

4, Zarya/Mei (if you're feeling it!)

Dear Zarmei Shipper who sent me this, sorry it took me so long.

4. “I can never tell if you’re hitting on me”

Mei adjusted the straps of her pack where snowball softly whirred and chimed as a cold breeze rushed into the orca with the opening of the doors. The sun reflecting off of the snowy Nepali peaks was nearly blinding, and Mei took off her glasses and started rifling through the pockets of her coat. She finally managed to find and pull out a pair of polarized prescription goggles from one of her interior pockets. Mei wiped her goggles off and put them on and blinked a few times to adjust to the now amber-tinted light, she glanced up to see a smirking Zarya.

“You don’t have to wait for me, you know,” said Mei, zipping her coat back up.

“This is your mission, no?” said Zarya, looking out at the village, “I still have many reservations about this place. I believe it is best not to be alone.”

Mei tugged on her gloves, “It’s not dangerous. It’s actually much safer than most of my other weather station diagnostic missions. Master Zenyatta said that the Shambali actually helped maintain my station over the years since pilgrims would sometimes take shelter in it.”

Zarya let out a short ‘Hmph.’ “I will believe that, zayka moya, when I see it.”

“Zai-ka my-a?” Mei repeated the words, “What does that mean?” 

Zarya seemed to catch herself then, itched at the scar above her eyebrow and said, “Ehhhh ‘talk.’ It means ‘talk.’ I will believe that talk when I see it. ” 

“Oh!” Mei was delighted by this, “Perhaps we should zai-ka my-a more! Then I can learn more words!” 

Zarya snorted and seemed to be holding in a laugh.

“I said it wrong, didn’t I?” said Mei.

“We—” Zarya snickered and held in a laugh, “We will work on it. Zayka moya.

“Zai-ka my-a?” said Mei.

Zayka moya. Moya,” said Zarya.  

Zayka moya,” said Mei.

“There! Excellent!” said Zarya.

Mei giggled. “I have a good feeling about this mission!” she said, stepping out the door of the orca and immediately falling waist-deep in snow.

It was several weeks later when Mei was sitting in her workshop, working on tweaking Snowball’s repulsors and quietly saying “Zayka moya,” to herself.

Zayka moya,” she said, mindlessly, trying to make it sound more like Zarya. She made her voice a bit huskier. “Zayka moya,” she said. When she attempted to make her voice sound more like Zarya’s she felt a bit sillier. “Zayka moya,” she said in a normal tone of voice.

“Greetings, Mei-Ling Zhou,” she heard a voice from the door and turned around.

“Oh!” Mei glanced up from Snowball and Snowball sprang up from her worktable and hovered over to Orisa soft snow flurries trailing underneath it, “Hello, Orisa,” said Mei, with a slight wave. “Doing another security sweep of the Watchpoint?”

“Perimeter security is optimal,” said Orisa, who hesitated and then brought up her hand in a thumbs-up. Mei gave a thumbs-up back, which seemed to please Orisa that she had done the correct gesture.

“Is there something I can help you with?” said Mei.

“I heard you speaking,” said Orisa, “Efi has recently installed a new translation module and I was…confused.”

“Oh yes–” Mei sheepishly, “Sorry about that. I was just practicing. My Russian’s not very good.”

“Ah. Understood,” said Orisa, “Query: What situation necessitates the repetition of the phrase ‘My Bunny?’”

Mei sat, dumbfounded, “…What?”

“You have been repeating the phrase ‘My bunny’ in Russian,” said Orisa. 

“I’ve been what?” said Mei. 

  • *Daddy and I out trying to find an Easter dress for me*
  • Me: *In the dressing room, working on my 4th dress* This one won't even zip. I give up. *Opening the door to show daddy how 'fat' I looked*
  • Daddy: do you wanna see if there is a bigger size?
  • Me: *shakes head* this is the biggest size. I don't wanna keep trying on clothes. What's the point. *Tries to slam the door shut, but daddy sticks his hand inside*
  • Daddy: Look at me, baby. You're beautiful. You know your rules; no talking bad about yourself. Does some little girl need a time out?
  • Me: *Blushing, still standing in the too-small dress* No, daddy. I'm sorry.
  • Daddy: *Kisses my forehead* Now get changed, we'll go somewhere else to look.

Andrew with prominent collarbones. Andrew with collarbones that look incredible when he’s in a tank top, paired with his Strong Arms™ and soft belly. Andrew who’s collarbones are covered in bite marks from Neil spending his time sucking and biting at them. Andrew who has to wear turtlenecks in the middle of the summer and has to zip his jackets up all the way so no one sees the marks. Andrew with prominent collarbones that Neil enjoys and loves.

him taking those cases and traveling and sitting on that jury and doing all that and its fun and hes distracting himself in the moment but he has to go “home” to whatever crappy apartment or motel hes holed up in and miss john……the only person hes cared to be around, the only person hes probably lived with in that way….even when the amount of time away from each other was longer than the amount of time theyd known each other they both still only missed being together ;________;

Like She’s Mine (part one) - Stiles Stilinski

so this is my new stiles series!

warnings: heavy mentions of sex (but not smut), swearing, this is a non supernatural fic (so scott isn’t a werewolf lyd isn’t a banshee allison isn’t dead fuck you jeff davis fuck you you piece of shit and yadda) 

“Al-Allison stop there’s a customer!” I hissed, but she continued throwing seeds at me.

“You deserve this!” She said, borderline yelling.  I gave her a mock angry look, bracing my hands up in front of me while she continued pelting me.

“I made one comment!” I whisper screamed, and eventually snatching the bag of seed from her.  “Would you cut that out grow up!” Allison giggled as I zipped it back up, and put it back on the shelf in the back room.

“Yeah yeah.  You go get those out of your hair and I’ll help the customer” Allison said, rolling her eyes.  I flipped her off just before she walked out of the room.

I re situated the blue apron tied around my neck and waist, with the ironed on Lou’s Flower Shop patch on the front.  I pulled your hair out of it’s ponytail, and at least twenty seedlings fell onto the ground.  A mental note was made to kick Allison’s ass later.  I made my way back to the employee bathroom, finger brushing my hair as more seeds came out until I seemed to be clean of them.

“y/n!” Allison called.

“Yeah?” I called back, and pulled my hair up into a perfectly messy bun.

“Customer wants to speak to the manager” My brows furrowed as I made my way into the shop.

“What?” She pointed, and I walked further in, seeing who our customer was.  “Stiles!” I grinned ecstatically, and raced towards him, jumping up and hugging him tightly.  His arms caught me immediately, as they always did.

Stiles, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, had been out of town for a lacrosse tournament for the past week.  Sure, we FaceTimed every night, and texted every day, (seeing that he didn’t actually play lacrosse) but it was weird not having him around.

“I missed you so much” I breathed, and his arms stayed wrapped around me as he set me back down.

“Yeah I missed you too” He responded.  “Thought I’d surprise you instead of picking you up for Lydia’s party” You grinned sheepishly.

“This was much more fun” I said, shrugging my shoulders as he smiled back at me.

“When does your shift end?”

“Now, I’ll cover for her” Allison said.  I turned to look at her.

“You don’t have to Alli, I’ve only got-”

“You’ve only got fifteen minutes left, so I got it” Allison said, waving her hand dismissively.  “Go out for lunch or something, you’ve been moping all week” My body wiggled slightly as he squealed and clapped my hands.

“Allison I owe you a big one!” I said, untying my apron faster than ever and hanging it up behind the counter.

“I know.  I’m the best” Allison said, fluffing her hair.  I danced across the floor, kissing her cheek quickly before grabbing onto Stiles’ hand.  

“See you tonight!” 

“You too!” She called back as Stiles and I walked outside.  He swung out hands wildly between us as we walked towards his Jeep.

“I liked the surprise” You said to him with a big smile while buckling in.

“Good” Stiles responded curtly.  “Now, where to for lunch?”

“I don’t care, somewhere we can eat outside though because this weather is amazing.  It’s actually sunny and not hot, what a strange day in California” Stiles chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot.  When I looked back to the store, Allison was going outside to water the rose bushes.

“You still like working there?” Stiles asked, catching my gaze.

“I love it, it’s a perfect little job” I responded.  He seemed to like my answer.

“And here from any colleges yet?”

“Still just Berkeley” I responded with a shrug.  Not that I minded Berkeley, it’s just I applied for an assortment of universities that appealed to me, and Berkeley wasn’t really my number one choice.  “You?” Stiles shook his head, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

“But I also haven’t seen the mail in the past week, so there could be something there whenever I get home” I nodded in response as he continued drumming.

“Ever get to play?”

“Thanks for asking, but it really just hurts my feelings more” Stiles said, and I chuckled.

“Well I was thinking you could teach me some things, over the summer, and we can practice together” 

“You wanna play lacrosse?” Stiles chuckled, and parked on the side of the road.  I looked out the window to see the old cafe we used to go to.  Usually we would just order a coffee and a pastry.  but we always talked about eating an actual lunch there.  But… those crepes just always looked so good…

“Yeah” I finally answered.  “Why not? Maybe it’d help you, and it could be fun” I said, shrugging a shoulder.  Stiles smiled over me, and we unbuckled our seat belts.

“Alright, well if you say so then sure. but you’d learn more from Scott” I shrugged again.  “You pick a table and I’ll go get menus” He squeezed my shoulder and I nodded, making my way over to an empty table with an umbrella.  I pulled back the metal chair, and set my purse on the tabletop as I sat down.  Just as I’d pulled my phone out, checking Insta and Snapchat, a shadow fell over me.

“Stiles” I smiled when I looked up, but it wasn’t Stiles standing there.

“Hey, your table was empty you look like you needed company” I stared wide eyed at the boy in front of me.  He was attractive, to some standards anyways, but he held a smirk that made me shift in my seat.

“Thanks that’s very kind, but my boyfriend is coming back in a moment” I said promptly.  Thankfully Stiles came outside at that moment.  “Hey babe” I said with the biggest smile I could muster.  He was confused for a millisecond before his eye line cut to the boy in front of me.

“Hey y/n, I got the menus” He said with an equally large smile, then sat down across from me.  “Who’s this?” He asked.

“I’m- uh leaving” The guy walked off before anything else could be said.  I sighed in relief and leaned over the table, putting my hands flat on it.

“God bless you Stilinski” I breathed, and he smiled again.

“No prob, babe” I rolled my eyes and took a menu from him.

“I’ve got other plans” I said cheekily, opening it up.

“Like getting into Theo Raeken’s pants tonight at Lydia’s party?” I raised an eyebrow at Stiles.  “You eye fucked him all year y/n.  I figured tonight was the night” My questioning glance turned into a smug one, and I winked.

“As a matter of fact, tonight is the night.  And it’s going to be amazing” I said.  Stiles looked down at his menu, hiding his face.

“I think I’m gonna try a Paganini” He mumbled.

“You wanna help me with my outfit? Lydia was gonna do it but she’s prepping for tonight” But he continued to keep his face buried in the list of foods.  “Stiles?”

“Or no a sandwich sounds good?”

“Stiles” I snatched the menu from his hands and he opened his mouth to protest.  But I was faster.  “Do you want to help me or not?” He sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah sure y/n” He said, and I smiled, and looked at my own menu.

We ended up ordering two different sandwiches, and switching because we didn’t like our own.  We talked more about his tournament, my job, ideas of things we could do over the summer, pretty much anything that came to mind.  That;s just the way our friendship was, we did whatever whenever.  It was easy really.  I don’t think anyone in history had a friendship as great as Stiles’ and mine.  We were unbreakable and irreplaceable.

When we finished lunch, we headed over to my place so I could get ready.

“You have no idea how excited I am” I said excitedly.  I was in a bikini at the moment, going through my closet to wear something over it.  Stiles was sat on my bed, watching every time I held up a possible outfit to wear over it.

“Too skimpy” He said as I held a pair of shorts and a strapless crop top.

“That’s sorta the point Stiles.  I want to wear something easy to take off when I’m with Theo tonight” Stiles rolled his eyes.  “Well? Do you think it’ll be good?”

“Why don’t you try the black leather skirt” I grabbed what he was referring to from my dresser, and pulled it up.  It fell to my mid thigh.

“With what top?” I pondered, wandering over to my closet now.

“The white tank top with no sleeves and the collar” Stiles said.  I pulled it out and buttoned it up, tucking it into my skirt.  I smiled at the outfit I’d pulled together.  Well, Stiles did.

“Wow, this actually looks good” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Now sit down and braid your hair” He said, shaking his head with a slight smile.  I sat down on the bench in front of my vanity, surveying my reflection.

“Thanks Stiles, you are literally the best” I blew a fake kiss while tying my hair in a loose ponytail braid down my back.

“I know” He said cockily and pulled out his phone.  He took a picture of me, and from the typing he did I figured he was Snapchatting.

“Who to?” I asked, tying a hair tie at the end of my hair.

“My story.  I’m crediting myself for your stunning outfit” He said.  I gave a curtsy before pulling out my eyeliner.

“Cat eye right?”

“Girl you know it” I laughed, having to drop the wand as not to smudge as my shoulders shook.  He got up and looked at me through the mirror, standing behind me.  “You look great y/n” I smiled sweetly and he dropped a light kiss to my hair, squeezing my shoulders.  “I’m getting a drink, be right back” He said, and I nodded, going back to my makeup.

When he left the room, and I finished applying the sharp black wing, I checked my phone.  Instantly going to Stiles’ story.  There was a picture taken from the front seat of the jeep, an open road in front of it.  Then a video of Scott singing Hello way off key, with the caption HACKED on it.  At the end you could hear Stiles yelling at him to get off his phone.  After the video was a photo of the flower shop I worked at, and below it said surprising my favorite y/n today.  I smiled big at that one.  Lastly was the photo of me, grinning sheepishly as I was looking at Stiles rather the camera.  It was exceptionally candid, and Stiles had written she’s beautiful on her own but I think I did an excellent job for tonight.  I accidentally blushed, and shut off my phone.

“I’m back” Stiles hollered, walking into my room, and plopping back into his spot on my bed.  “Eyes look great” He said, giving me an okay sign as he drank from his glass of water,

“Merci” I said, posing for a short moment.  Then began to tidy up my vanity.  “Are we going to your house for anything? Are you gonna swim?” Stiles shook his head.

“No that pool’s gonna be crowded and I want no part of that” I chuckled, closing up the drawers and standing up.  I smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on my skirt, and looked over my room.  

My eyes landed on a necklace on the top of my dresser, and I wandered over to it.  My fingers looped into the chain, and I attempted to link it behind my neck.  After a minute of this attempt Stiles chuckled and came over, linking the hook and the ring together.  I looked down at the locket, and turned around.  Stiles smiled at it, opening it up, revealing a picture of him and I that Scott had taken last year.  We were at school, in science.  I was obviously sleeping, my head on Stiles’ arm, lying on the desk.  He was trying not to laugh, but was unable to suppress the goofy grin as he looked at the camera.  Allison had been sat in front of me, and tilted her chair back to give my sleeping self bunny ears.

“I’ll never understand why you chose that one, of all the pictures to put in a necklace” I said, whilst giggling and closing the locket.  It didn’t really look like one.  It was a metallic circular medallion.  A few swirl engravings over it.  When you weren’t standing right in front of me, it just looked like a plain necklace.  But to me it was beautiful because of what it held on the inside.  Stiles shrugged in response, and walked back to his glass of water on my desk.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of my favorites” I looked down at the locket, still held in my fingers, then placed it neatly and centered on my collarbone.

“Yeah me too” I said with a smile.

“Are you nervous?” Stiles asked, parking in the street near Lydia’s house.  I pondered the question, unsure of how to answer without being totally sure of myself.  In a way, no of course I wasn’t.  It was at Lydia’s house, all of my friends would be there, I was slaying the look Stiles had picked out for me, and to top it all off, I was wearing my lucky necklace.  But on the other hand… well maybe a little.  Big crowds wasn’t exactly my strong suit.  If I was left alone in them for more than 15 minutes I began to get a little claustrophobic and self conscious.

“I don’t think so” I responded, and pulled down the sunshade to look in the mirror.

“If you’re nervous about how you look, you really shouldn’t be” Stiles said.  “Because you really do look beau-”

“y/n!” A bouncing and grinning Allison skipped up to the passenger’s door, pulling Scott behind her.

“Hey!” I said, getting out of the car to hug her.  Scott took her drink from her hand, probably so she wouldn’t spill it all over me.

“You look fantastic! Whose hips are you grinding on tonight?” Allison asked.  I could almost hear Stiles’ teeth grinding.  I put a hand on his arm as I replied.

“Theo’s” I answered with a simplistic tone.

“Ooooh” Allison batted her eyelashes.  “Well it’s ‘bout time.  I’ve been watching you two check each other out since last spring” She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes a little bit, biting my cheek so I wouldn’t smile too wide.  Stiles was clearly set off by the idea.  “Plus he’s like, mega hot” Scott coughed, and Allison giggled, her eyes darkened in drunkenness. When she turned to him, Scott smiled at her tightly.  “Don’t worry babe, you’re like… you’re… you’re… super mega hot times infinity” Scott laughed, and handed me the red plastic cup he’d previously taken from his girlfriend.

“Time to get you some water” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  “Good to see you y/n” He waved slightly, and I returned it.“See you in a bit McCall” I said, watching as he and Allison walked off to a more secluded area outside.  It was then I realized my hand was still on Stiles, to which I dropped it to my side.

“Wanna go in and find Lyd?” He asked, and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.  “You’re going to be fine.  Great! Besides, I’m not leaving your side until you tell me to” I smiled weakly in a silent thanks, then tucked my hand under his arm as I walked with him inside.  My eyes had fallen down to land on our shoes.  I was in black flats, and he was in old converse.  I smiled at them, how they’d somehow provided a comfort.  I’d seen these shoes a million times.  If it wasn’t these, it was Star Wars socks, or lacrosse cleats.  “You good?” Stiles asked me.

“Yeah, I think your feet just made me feel better” He chuckled, shaking his head as I looked up at him through my lashes.  “Tonight’s gonna be fun” I said, mostly to hear myself say it.  He nodded curtly.  “And we’re going to have a great time” Stiles nodded again, smile growing.  “Let’s go get a drink first”

“One, then we loosen you up in a few dances, then you go find your dream boat” He said the last part in a more sarcastic tone, but I giggled and agreed to the plan.

Three cups of beer later I was looser than the brakes in Roscoe.

I was cheering and dancing, swinging my hips and waving my hands up in the air.  Here and there Stiles would laugh and spin me around, dancing in funny ways to make me laugh then saying no no, this is my best move.  Every new one worse than the last.  But it made me laugh, and I knew that’s what he was going for.  While twirling, my eyes landed on a certain brooding boy that had been catching my attention lately.  I curled back into Stiles, one hand in his, the other on the back of his neck as I leaned in close to his ear.

“Theo’s watching” I whispered to him.  I could hear him swallow, and pulled away to see him looking for the dirty blonde boy.  “Dance sexy with me” I said quickly.  Stiles’ wide eyes shot to mine.

“What!?” He whisper screamed.“Dance sexy with me, we have to peak his interest” I said quickly, squeezing both of his hands.  “Please?”

“y/n” He whined, giving me a pouty look.“It’ll only be for a second I promise” I told him, and pressed my chest to his, slowly setting my elbows up on his shoulders, my hands in his hair in moments.  His own hands landed on my waist in no time at all.  I smirked at his reaction, looking down at my feet as they barely moved, but the whole rest of my body did.

“This will not end well” Stiles whispered, his lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.“No” I responded in agreement, and I’d never admit it, but it was an accident when I grinded against him, pure instinct.  “It’s gonna end great” I giggled at the feather light ticklish feeling of his hands wandering up to my waist.

“He’s looking for sure now” Stiles said, pulling away abruptly.

“Uh Stiles-” I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying not to look down.  His eyes lowered to his khakis.

“Damn it y/n you gave me a boner!” I laughed, I tried not to I really did but i couldn’t help it.

“I am so so sorry” I said between giggles.  “I mean that I really am” I said.  He was red with embarrassment.

“I’m gonna go and… fix it?” Stiles scratched the back of his head.“Do you need help-?”

“No definitely not” He chuckled.  I nodded, giving him an apologetic look.  I suddenly felt really bad… “It’s fine y/n, trust me, taking care of it will not be bad, for me anyways.  Anyone trying to get into the bathroom’s just gonna be grossed out-”

“Ew Stiles” My face contorted into one of disgust, and he just laughed.

“Okay well, call me if you need anything, enjoy lover boy and,” He stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder as he lowered his voice and looked directly into my eyes.  “Just remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  If at anytime something goes wrong, or you don’t like something, or literally anything, call me, find me, anything you have to do y/n and I’ll be there in a second” I smiled softly at the protective side of Stiles.

“I know.  I know how to take care of myself” I snuck a secret glance to Theo, who was looking at his phone for the moment.  I took his downcasted moment to press he lightest of kisses to Stiles’ cheek.  He gave me a look of surprise.  “I would’ve hugged you, but I didn’t want to strain lil Stiles” I pointed down to his khakis, and he groaned, rolling his eyes.  Though it didn’t really seem like it was a ‘little’ Stiles stuck in there at all.  I blushed, and coughed.  “You go fix yourself, and I’ll go fix myself” I said, walking backwards towards where Theo was standing against the wall.  He gave me a thumbs up and turned around, swiftly making his way to Lydia’s bathroom.  I spun on my heel, confidently waltzing up to Theo.  His eyes caught me, and shameless wandered my body.“Well hello” He said in an amused tone.  “Where’s your little partner?” He asked, raising a brow.  I gave a slight pout.“He got bored of me” I said.  “Do you want to dance with me instead?” From the look on is face, I knew his answer was a yes, and that his mind was reeling with images of me dancing on Stiles.  I tugged on his hands.  “Come on, come play with me” I said, smiling cheekily as we were on the dance floor, again surrounded by people.

His lips were hot, and his kisses were hard and needy.  Mine were all the same, and I let his hands run down my sides.  We’d somehow gotten ourselves up the stairs and into Lydia’s room without breaking skin contact once.  I wasn’t sure how it wasn’t already occupied (poor Lyd she was always buying new bed sheets) but as soon as we’d come in, I kicked the door shut and locked it for extra precaution.

I finished unbuttoning my top, the first four had been ripped open, but I wasn’t in the mind to care about it.  In seconds I had it peeled over my head, and his hands had yanked open the back zipper of my skirt, hastily shoving the fabric down my leg.  His hands splayed around my hips, gripping tightly.  He mumbled a barely coherent “jump” against my mouth and I obliged, legs winding around his waist as his hands dropped to my ass.  I squealed, and giggled, and we fell back on Lydia’s bed.

“You’ve got… right?” I panted.

“Of course babe”

It was a night to remember for sure.  But not the way I wanted it to be.

I woke up alone in Lydia’s bed.  And instantly, my head ached and my legs throbbed.  I groaned loudly, the light from the windows making my brain pound against my skull.  I wanted to gouge my eyes out they hurt so badly.

“Thought you’d be up soon” I sat up slightly, just enough to see Lydia’s figure leaning against the doorway.  I whined, taking in my surroundings slowly, trying to remember the past ten hours.  “I brought you water and advil” She announced, and I thanked in with a breath of relief.  I took them quickly, licking my lips and blinking quickly.  My eyes landed on the empty space next to me.  “He left around two am” Lydia said.  I rubbed my hands over my face, still unable to form a proper sentence.  “Stiles is in the guest room, and he’s probably got a worse headache than you” She told me in a soft tone.  Lydia’s fingers ran through my hair gently.  “Need anything else?” I shook my head.  “Alright, well I’ll leave you be” She said, and left the room as quietly as she could.  

After continuing to rub my eyes, willing the pain to be gone, I forced myself to stand.  Tears brimmed at the dizzy feeling, which only made me hurt more, but I managed to walk into the guest room.  Stiles announced his presence by moaning.  Through the black spots of my vision I could see him lying face down in a silky pillow, under one comforter.  The ceiling fan was turned on medium, which made me relieved.

“ ‘m joining you” I mumbled, dragging my feet through the carpet as I made my way to his bed.

“y/n y/n y/n” Stiles mumbled when I crawled in.

“How much did you drink” I whispered so quietly my voice was a breath.

“Too much” He mumbled back, eyes clenched shut.  “I’ve been puking all morning”

“I can tell” I whispered.  “Your breath smells like mint and you never brush your teeth till after breakfast”

“Don’t mention food I’ll get sick again” He groaned, and I whispered an apology.  I curled my legs up to my chest, hugging my shins.  “You’re night sounded good” Stiles eventually spoke.

“I don’t remember it” I mumbled back.

“That’s too bad” He said sarcastically.  I laughed gently at his voice being muffled in the pillows.  “You came in afterwards, told me he fell asleep and wanted to talk”

“You were here all night?”

“When the party became a bust and people left, I came up here to chill out.  You came in a few hours later, maybe one thirty” He said, eyes remaining closed, but I watched intently as he spoke.  “Told me he fucked you so good you thought your brains came out of your ears” I groaned softly, putting my hands over my face in embarrassment.


“You don’t remember any of it?” He asked again, and I shook my head no.

“Nuh uh” I said, eyes slipping closed.  “But I know it happened” He hummed in question.  “Man cause it hurts.  I think he was like… super sloppy” Stiles made a sound in the back of his throat.

“Are you trying to make me puke”

“Sorry” I said for the millionth time.  Stiles chuckled, wrapping an arm over my legs and chest, hand landing on bare skin and the back strap of my bra.

“Are you not wearing clothes?” He mumbled.

“No” I hummed back, becoming drowsier.  He didn’t say anything else on the subject, just kept his arm over me loosely.

“When we wake up later, like.. Way later… let’s stay in all day and eat ice cream” Stiles said, and I nodded, head pressed against his chest.

“M’kay” Was all I could manage, before yawning, and falling asleep.Besides the throb behind my head and between my legs, the whereabouts of my clothes, and the scratchiness in my throat, everything was okay in the world.

haha…. baby you know what’s coming ;)

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xoxo ~ jordie

A Small Flame || Jungkook || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 //

Word Count: 5859

Genre: dystopian/utopian!au, angst, drama

Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion.

A figure was pressed against the wall, seemingly struggling to get the sleepiness out of his eyes, though the brittle, harsh air stung every exposed part of his body and nipped until it seemed red. His lips were puckered as he purposely blew air out to watch it curl into a mist before his eyes. He let out a shudder and zipped up his black jacket with strange blue shapes. He thought about pulling his hood up but hesitated. However, a moment later, he quickly pulled his hands from his back pockets, flung his hood over his red ears, and shoved his hands back into his pockets before his fingers froze off. He was cold.

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