#honestly surprised my makeup stayed on all day

[violet-butterflies]

❥︎ yandere! Popular Girl

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ Possessive, Obsessive, mentions of stalking and Blackmail, gxg ( female yandere! oc x female reader )

yandere! popular girl just moved into a new school and instantly rose up in the university hierarchy. Equipped with the perfect looks, money and charismatic personality, it was no mystery that a lot of people liked her. There were still a group of people that hated her for being a "whore" and a "pick me" but, honestly, it never bothered her. She knows her worth and she does not care about what other people had to say about her for choosing who to be friends with.

Despite all that, she found herself worrying about what you think of her. She first met you in one of her classes. This particular class didn't have that many students in it due to the fact that not a lot of people were very interested in it. Heck, she only joined it because one of her friends wanted to.

The two of you were paired together for a project. To be completely honest, you slightly groaned at the forced decision. You weren't really on the side that liked her. You heard from your friends about the rumors and allegations of how she did her work half-heartedly and of how she's slept with a huge majority of people so, deep down you were already preparing to basically do this project yourself.

But to your surprise, she was actually nice? She tried her hardest to help but struggled a bit because of how slow she was at understanding things but she actually wanted to communicate with you; which was better than a few people you've had worked with who stayed silent and made the atmosphere awkward. You hated to admit it but working with her was actually nice. You were even starting to wonder about why you decided to believe the rumors without actually meeting the person first.

Even so, you didn't really expect to get really close with her due to the complete imbalance and difference in both of your lives.

Yandere! popular girl actually wanted to be your friend though. She was a social butterfly so she really valued friendship. But, you were completely new to what she was used to. Most of her friends were over the top and extravagant in some way but you were, well, average.

"What are you thinking about babe?" yandere! popular girl's boyfriend asked her as the two were cuddling on the couch. yandere! popular girl's boyfriend was a few years older than her and was just starting to work as a pilot.

"Oh, um nothing. Just this girl I want to be friends with" she admitted before thinking to herself. Why was she thinking of you?

Eventually, you somehow became close with yandere! popular girl. You two would have lunch together or wait at a cafe somewhere before your classes. You even began to realize that she was hanging out with you more compared to the people she was really close with.

"(y/n) let's go to this new cafe! I saw on the internet that it's super cute!"

"(y/n) I wanna take you out on a little shopping trip! I bet you'd look super cute if I got to dress you up!"

"(y/n) wanna go to my house? I wanna show you this really cool makeup trick and I wanna try giving you a little makeover!"

Every single day of the week, you'd always had some sort of plan with yandere! popular girl. Because of how much you two were hanging out, you too were propelled up on the popularity board. You weren't exactly sure why but your friends began to stop talking to you ever since yandere! popular girl became your friend. Maybe they just hated that you were now friends with someone they weren't exactly fond of.

"Trust me! This party is gonna be fun! We're gonna have some fun! Plus you look so pretty in my clothes!" yandere! popular girl reassured as you two got out of the car.

The two of you then entered the very loud and crowded party hosted by one of yandere! popular girl's friends. You weren't sure if it was because of how good yandere! popular girl was at convincing people or if it was because you wanted to feel like you fit in with this completely new crowd but, you began drinking cups of the terrible beer. After a few more, you were a giggly drunk that was sprawled all over one of the couches.

"Hold on here (y/n)! I'm gonna go get something to eat! Don't go anywhere!" yandere! popular girl said before leaving you to get more chips. You only could give her a dumb smile as you began giggling at whatever you were thinking about.

"Hi there cutie... Aren't you really happy about something," a random guy came up to you minutes later. You gave him a drunken explanation before giggling again. The conversation was going well but, unbeknownst to the both of you, yandere! popular girl scowled at the sight.

How dare this random rando talk to my (y/n)?! And why are they getting along so well?!

yandere! popular girl then began stormed your way before pulling you to stand up.

"Oh sorry there! I think my girlfriend is really drunk and we're just gonna go now!" Yandere! popular girl said with a fake smile and a slightly passive-aggressive tone.

You then clung onto yandere! popular girl for support when you looked at her.

"Hehe, you're pretty even when you look mad" your drunk self complimented her. Yandere! popular girl's eyes widened as she looked at your flushed face and drunk smile.

Maybe she going to keep planning how she's going to dig through the rando's data to find anything she can use to ruin his life with later. It's not going to be pretty hard for an internet sleuth like yandere! popular girl. After all, why do you think your old friends stopped talking to you anyway?

#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #lovesick #tw: stalking #female yandere oc #female yandere x reader #female yandere #yandere popular girl #yandere popular girl x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #obssesive #yanderecore

[haoboutyou]

starlight | choi seungcheol

528 words | fluff

an: it was rare, i was there… mine x starlight? i don’t wanna live forever x dress???? we won the best eras tour surprise songs lineup i believe

“Woah, who is this pretty thing walking in?!”

Seungcheol walked over to you as you shut the front door of your apartment, hair still damp from the shower he had just stepped out of. He watched you removed your boots, the skirt of your glittery dress peeking out of an oversized hoodie he knew you hadn’t left the house with earlier that day.

“Hey!” He almost burst out laughing at the way your usually clear voice came out so deep and husky. You were tired and sweaty, but you had the largest smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Did you just get home too?”

As you shimmied out of the hoodie, Seungcheol took the opportunity to take in your look of the night: a black glittery dress, stars carefully drawn around your eyes, gems in your hair, and glitter all over your body.

Honestly, you looked like you were wearing a star-studded night sky. You looked like a goddess.

He hummed in affirmation. “I haven’t been home long. The guys begged me to stay longer, but I would’ve missed you too much” he grinned, gathering you in his arms. He pressed a kiss into your hair, not caring that glitter was getting on everywhere he touched. “How was the concert? You sound like you had a lot of fun,” he laughed, eyebrows wiggling.

You scoffed, slapping him lightly. Leaning in, you took comfort in his scent: clean laundry and familiar soap; home.

“I did! We had so much fun screaming and dancing about!” Just like that, your eyes sparkled as you recounted the night to your boyfriend. Lifting up the hoodie, you presented it like a cat showing off her prey. “Isn’t the merch pretty?”

“... Does that mean you’ll stop stealing my hoodies?”

“I’ll never stop doing that and you know it, Cheollie.”

As he guided you into the house, he let you animatedly recall the concert, describing every set in as much detail as possible as you began to remove your makeup. Ever the perfect partner, he wordlessly started taking down and brushing out your hair as he listened to you ramble on.

“...and her dress! Oh my god, her dress! Cheol, it was the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen! Did you see the video I sent you?” You leaned back into his chest, looking up from your vanity chair. You were staring at him like he had just hung all the stars for you instead of carefully de-geming your hair.

He did see the video selfie you had sent. However, rather than focusing on the singer on stage behind you, all he saw was how you were passionately singing along, glowing along under the strobing stage lights.

“Hmm? Of course, love. You’re always pretty.”

“Not me, Cheol,” you chuckled, melting into the way his arm wrapped around you. “How was your night? You did indoor soccer with the guys again?”

“It was fine, but its better now with you.”

“You’re always so cheesy, Cheollie.”

“Its true!” Seungcheol whined, another kiss on the crown of your head.

“Okay, okay…tell me all about it after I wash up?”

“Sounds good to me.”

#seventeen #scoups #svt #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #scoups fluff #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚ #smth a lil simple this time!

[jawritter]

Dean’s Birthday Surprise

Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!

Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!!  Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut. 

Written For: @spnkinkevents

Prompt: Crotchless Panties

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k 

A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!

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Dean’s POV:

Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it. 

Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.

Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed. 

He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was. 

Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.

"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.

"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.

"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. 

Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head. 

"Yeah, I think I will…"

"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy." 

"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."

"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."

Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again. 

"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.  

"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."

"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him. 

Y/N POV:

Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties. 

Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday. 

Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway. 

She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself. 

As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off. 

Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much. 

She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone. 

“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”

Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory. 

“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.

“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.

“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon. 

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.

“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper. 

Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”

As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her. 

“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer. 

“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too. 

“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand. 

“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled  as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace. 

He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.

Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one. 

Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin. 

Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well. 

“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest, 

“Yep, all night,” she chuckled. 

“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”

Forever:

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[seratopia]

donatello x reader (fluff?) - random headcannons

this list has been piling up, these are more general

No matter how much y'all say it, I don't think his love language would be physical touch. Donnie seems too awkward to return hugs or kisses, but nonetheless still notices/appreciates them when you do it. Instead, I feel like he'd opt for acts of service instead. Like, fixing your glasses, showing you cool features on your laptop, creating a custom chat interface for you two.

He lets you borrow that purple hoodie

You hear "Erm akshually-" alot lmaooooo ; he often infodumps the most random shit to you, you've become accustomed to listening to him.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he's slightly into LOA stuff (Law of Attraction). It's canon that he listens to positive self-affirmations while he sleeps, so maybe that's a thing for him idk

Steals your eyebrow pencil to fill in his brows for the day. It'd be cool to see him into makeup.

Plays SO MANY games holy shit, has tried everything on Steam.

Obviously he has Discord, no questions asked. Organizes his servers into neat, purple folders. He only uses dark mode, he hisses if he ever sees light mode. Also knows how to make and works servers very well; likes making embeds and such for fun.

^^ On top of this, he probably has a lot of online friends; he doesn't need to show his face or reveal his identity. I see him staying up really late, playing random games at 2 AM on a Discord call.

Very very techy; uses Linux, built his own PC, set up the lair's wifi router too. The brothers come to him all the time for help on their tech fixes, mainly on Nintendo Switch.

My boy is CHRONICALLY ONLINE, he definitely knows all those niche internet songs. He gives me weird kid vibes, like The Living Tombstone, Rat by Penelope Scott, dare I say a little bit of Miku?

He knows the FNAF lore

Secretly shops at Hot Topic from time to time. I'm seeing graphic tees, maybe a studded bracelet? He walks in and the employees are like, "Dude, nice cosplay."

CAFFEINE! Mostly relies on coffee, doesn't like Starbucks that much, and he has tried Monster before. Monster is like a last resort for him, like he's working on a project he MUST finish for his sanity.

Also, I feel like he has fucked up teeth idk. Like, how the hell would Splinter be able to afford dental care for not one, but four teens? Braces too, not only are they expensive, but inaccessible to mutants.

He needs glasses, just often refuses to wear them

Never, ever truly gets angry or mad. But when he does, its rare and it's kinda scary ngl

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

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[barzysunflower]

see it with the lights out — mat barzal

masterlist (read part 1 first!!)

ty for the love on this so far!! I hope part 3 will be out in a week and then part 4 after that :)

word count: 2k warnings: drinking/being drunk

TWO — you can feel it on the way home

october 14th

"No, it's okay. I just miss you," you told your boyfriend over the phone.

"I miss you, too. See you next weekend, though, yeah?"

"Yes. Can't wait. Love you."

"Love you, too," Lando said before hanging up. You put your phone away and tried to ignore the teasing smile Liana, Mat's sister, was giving you. She stepped back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

You were back in New York for a few days for Mat's season home opener. Liana was staying with you in your apartment for the week she was here, which their parents took a hotel room, since the two of you were also very close. She was a few years younger than you and Mat so for a while she was his annoying little sister and you both excluded her, but eventually as Mat got busier with hockey you came to love her like your own sister.

"Honestly, I'm just surprised you're still with him," she said after a few minutes, stepping back into the room. Before you had time to react to that statement though, she elaborated. "We all just thought when you moved to New York you'd both finally get over yourselves and start dating."

"Who?," you asked confused.

"Who?," she said dramatically, dropping her makeup brush from her face. "Please, (y/n). We all know you and Mat have been doing it for years."

"What?!" You almost screamed. A laugh burst out of you, but a new emotion came up as well. One you couldn't quiet put your finger on. "We're friends."

"Oh, please! As if you haven't done it. What the hell were you doing in his bedroom all these nights then?"

"Wha- We-. No! We're friends. That's it!" You had difficulty forming sentences, confused as to why she was accusing you of sleeping with her brother.

"So you've never even kissed?"

"No!" Now she was sporting the same shocked look as you. That was technically a lie. You and Mat had kissed once, but it was during a game of truth or dare when you were 15 so that hardly counted. You chalked the butterflies and electric touch you shared up to teenage hormones and alcohol and only thought about that kiss in your deepest dreams.

"Wait, who else thinks we're more than friends?"

Liana hesitated for a bit before answering. "Uh, your family, my family. Pretty much everyone who knows the two of you." Your jaw dropped. You couldn't believe it. "Yeah. We all talk about it behind your back all the time."

"Oh my god," you moaned humiliated and buried your face in your hands. "Why?"

"I don't know. You always act like you're a couple and there's a vibe."

"You're basing this off of a vibe?"

"Yeah! Especially since everyone feels it. We just thought you didn't want to do long distance, that it was just a casual thing, when he moved to Seattle and then here that's why you didn't tell us. And then when you moved here we were all just waiting for the call to tell us you were together." Your head fell in your hands again. "I'm pretty sure your dad started a pool to see how long it would take. Well, turns out we all lost."

"I assure you Mat and I are just friends! Always have been, always will be." She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head.

"I don't know girl, I'm sensing a lot of love between you. It's kind of gross actually how you energy you give off every time you look at each other."

"Well, then your senses are off. I'm in a great relationship. Lando's great. We have a lot of fun together. I... love him." You stumbled over the word 'love' as a lump in your throat formed. You were having difficulty saying and believing yourself as you started to question your relationship with Mat. You were just friends, right? Years of friendship flashed in your mind. There were times you thought about kissing him or when you thought you were attracted to him, but he was always dating girls almost the polar opposite of you so you never thought too much about it. You often cuddled on the couch while watching a movie or were affectionate with each other but a lot of your female friendships were the same so why would this one with Mat be any different just because he's a guy.

"Okay. If you say so." Liana returned to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later ready to go.

With a final few sprays of perfume you were ready to head out as well to catch the train to UBS arena. Liana sensed your mood and didn't bring the topic up again.

You met their parents and the rest of the Isles ladies and families at the arena. You went to the family area first, where they were hosting a bit of a welcome back party with lots of food and drinks for the players families. Sydney, Matt Martin's wife and your favorite life of the party, immediately came over with lots of hugs and interest about your last few months. You hadn't seen any of them since the last season ended and even before then not much since you started dating Lando.

"I still can't believe you hung out in Monaco all summer. I'm so jealous."

"I was there like a week total. But yeah, it was so much fun."

"Mat and Lando got a long?," she asked as if she already knew the answer.

"They did! Why is everyone asking me that?" She chuckled.

"Just a lot of male energy." You shook your head with a forced smile. What Liana told you not too long ago rang in the back of your mind and you felt nauseous all of the sudden. Why was the thought of you and Mat being together romantically suddenly such a big deal? You'd always seen him as a friend but now the second you thought of him your heart started pounding.

"Nope. All good." You forced another smile. "Excuse me."

When you somewhat gracefully exited the family area you purposefully chose to head to the bathrooms further away to avoid running into more people. You needed a few minutes to collect yourself and sort your mind from all of the confusion.

Again, flashbacks and memories from the years of friendship with Mat surfaced your mind. However, you were looking at them through a different lens. Every touch, every smile, every fight brought up a different emotion than it did in the moment. Your heart swelled at the thought of him and you started craving his touch.

But Lando… The guilt over your little crisis crept in and only made this whole situation worse. When you met Lando, you were done with school and were just trying to figure out what you were going to do with your life. You loved that your job offered so much flexibility and opportunity to work remotely, but you couldn’t really see yourself doing the whole mundane 9-5 thing yet. And Lando was able to give you that carefree travel lifestyle that you were craving so you jumped into a relationship. It all moved very quickly. You relationship was serious enough that you could honestly say that you loved him, but not enough to have thought about a future with him. You never indulge in the thought of where your relationship was headed so you just enjoyed the moment. You were young. Now was the time to do it.

With that conclusion in mind, you pulled yourself together in the bathroom stall and got your phone out to text Mat. He should still be able to see it before he had to get ready to step on the ice for pregame.

you: made it! score a goal for me tonight, will ya :)

mat: will do my best

mat: see you after if you don’t get too drunk

you: hey! that was one time! those cocktails are strong!!!!

mat: lmao I was told you had 5…

you: I had a bad day:/ and you were losing…

mat: won’t happen today ;)

you: good! break a skate and don’t show off too much

mat: never :)

***

The game actually did go very well and Mat scored his first goal of the season like he promised. You were sat in the lower bowl with Mat’s parents and sister and some of the other family members. While Buffalo did score first in the period, the Isles came back with three goals in the next two and won the game.

This just made the after party a lot more fun. You all met up at the players favorite bar, not too far from the arena for a chill after party. Or at least it started out chill but escalated to a club vide rather quickly as the boys were riding that first win of the season.

When Mat had joined you, things were awkward at first when you saw him, but only because you made them like that. He didn’t even notice anything was wrong. He was glowing and grinning like a champion and hugged you like that as well, spinning you around until you got dizzy.

But you remembered your little pep talk in the bathroom that solidified you decision. He was your friend. Nothing more. Because you had Lando. With the help of a few drinks, acting more natural around Mat became easier.

You danced and laughed and watched him get increasingly more drunk with each song that played. Eventually you had enough and pulled him to a private corner to talk. He never drank like that, especially not during his season. “What the hell is wrong with you?,” you yelled at him over the music.

“What?,” he slurred, leaning against the wall for support.

“That! Why are you so drunk?”

“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?,” he countered as if he didn’t hear you.

“What?” The change of topic threw you.

“Your boyfriend. London. Landon. La…” He kept mumbling random names as if he was trying to find the right one.

“Lando,” you corrected him in a snappy voice.

“What kind of name is that?” He laughed, drunkenly, and almost fell over had you not caught him and pushed him back against the wall.

“Says Mat with one ‘t’.” He shrugged.

“Where is he anyway? Too busy for you?” You rolled your eyes and could feel yourself getting angry at him. While it was true Lando was busy this weekend with promo stuff for McLaren, it wasn’t a big deal.

“Yes. He’s an athlete with a busy schedule. You should understand.”

“He’s always too busy for you. You’re always gone to see him but every time I call or text you’re never with him. He always has this or that. Why are you with him?”

Here it was. What he wanted to say months ago he could finally get it out. “What is your problem with him? He’s not done a single thing to offend you. Yes, he’s busy but I don’t care. I have plenty of things to do and see while he’s doing his job. You should be happy for me.”

“How can I be happy when you’re not with me?! And I know that fucking selfish of me to say but I fucking miss you!” You grew soft at his admission, but only for a second, because he continued. “He doesn’t know you like I do. How can he make you happy when he’s never around? His job is so dangerous, he could die at any moment. Then what? If he gets fired then what? You’d still be with him?”

“Fuck, Mathew, so what? You’re job isn’t that much more reliable than his? You constantly on the go, too! You could get fired or injured at any moment, too. So what? What the hell is your issue?” You didn’t realize you started yelling. When he didn’t respond you lightly pushed him out of anger to try and force a response out of him. “So what, Mathew? Give me a real answer. I’m so sick of this. Of you being so passive aggressive for no reason. What? So what? What is your-” His eyes darkness and he pushed off the wall to stand taller.

“He doesn’t fucking love you like I do.”

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[talesofesther]

is it too late to call you mine? | ch 3

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: In Sebastian's prettiest dreams, you'd wear a gown of a color that matched his tie, he'd take your hand and dance all night until morning came. But those dreams felt like a farfetched reality. Would you even consider going with him? As more than a friend?

A/N: This is the last part of my story for @spaceyaceface's HL Writing Challenge. I loved how this story turned out and loved writing it, hope you guys like it as well. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

Sebastian didn't want to be here. At least not in these circumstances.

He would be happy to be tucked away in his common room, or in the Undercroft. But for some reason, Ominis had insisted that he'd come, saying something about you being happy if he were to be there. And honestly, when it came to you, Sebastian never needed much convincing.

Students were steadily making their way inside the Great Hall, which was meticulously decorated; snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling and landed on the leaves of the many Christmas trees near the walls, blue and silver lights shone against the white tablecloths, and a band played a soft tune to fill the silence. The young couples held hands and smiled through the blush on their cheeks.

Sebastian paced back and forth beside the doors that lead to the ball, a permanent scowl on his face. Against his own better judgment, he wore black suit pants, a dark grey shirt with a black vest on top, and his dark long coat to chase away the cold.

"I still think there's no reason for me to be here, Ominis," Sebastian huffed.

Ominis, leaning back against the wall, raised an eyebrow at his friend, "No one's forcing you to stay, but I still think you would regret not being here."

"Why?" Sebastian stopped his pacing, shaking his head slightly, "She has her date for the evening, it's not like there's any hope for me to-"

The words suddenly died in his mouth then, for his gaze drifted up the stairs in front of him, up to where you now stood. Sebastian could feel all the air leaving his lungs, his breath running shallow. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. You wore this dark dress that hugged your body to perfection, expensive fabric glinting under the candlelights; light makeup framed your already breathtaking features, and your hair was styled up in a messy bun.

Palms sticky with sweat, Sebastian tried to swallow as you came down the stairs and towards him. Each step of your heels against the stone floor were two beats of his frantic heart. Sebastian thought it impossible that he could ever be more in love with you, but you always adored proving him wrong.

For a split second, there was no faint music coming from the Great Hall, no other students walking past him and wondering why he looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. No; there was only you and him. Your eyes met his then, with a hint of surprise in your features because of his presence.

Sebastian took a single step forward, his body in a trance. He hadn't seen much of you in these last few days, and now felt like the first time all over again.

Your eyes drifted away from him once you walked down the last step of the stairs, a smile that felt just a little rehearsed coming to your lips when Garreth suddenly met you in the middle.

Reality was a shot straight through Sebastian's heart. He watched helplessly as the ginger took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on top of it.

That should've been him, Sebastian thought, his chest feeling tight. You should be coming towards him, and not Weasley. He should be the one to hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you are. He could be. But it was his own fault that he wasn't.

The anger left his body with a sigh, leaving room only for the all-consuming regret to stay.

You allowed Garreth to intertwine your fingers with his, and as you walked past Sebastian you gave him a soft smile and a shy wave in greeting.

The Slytherin couldn't help but give you a smile of his in turn, even if it didn't hold any happiness at all.

── ·❆· ──

The Ball itself was nothing short of a spectacle, headmaster Black made sure of it, going far and beyond to impress the other Headmasters of the visiting schools. This year's Triwizard Champions opened the dance and soon enough the Great Hall was filled with couples doing their best to not step on each other's feet.

Sebastian chose to sit at a table tucked in a far corner, where the blue and silver lights barely reached. He mindlessly twirled his half-full glass between his fingers, a permanent pout sitting on his lips.

He hadn't missed the many girls whispering to each other and throwing glances at him, with teasing smiles on their pink lips as their eyes beaconed him to get up and ask them for a dance. Maybe he would have, in the past, he would be pleased to indulge as many girls as he could. But today, when his heart called for only one other, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As Sebastian knew you would, you took to dancing as if it was second nature. As you did with anything you put your mind to. Your dark dress swirled smoothly across the dance floor, movements all fluid and graceful, your smile all pretty and easy.

Ominis was there too, Sebastian noted, features soft as he held onto Poppy's waist and she led him through the dance.

Downing the last of his drink in one big gulp, Sebastian got up. He grimaced when whatever it was that had been in his glass burned its way down his throat. Blending well with the shadows, he made his way outside, in desperate need of some fresh air.

Tiny snowflakes were falling from the sky, coating the viaduct courtyard in a thin layer of white snow that shone brightly under the moonlight. The cold air bit at Sebastian's cheeks and brought a shiver down his spine, but it was a welcoming feeling.

He'd felt alone many times in his life, yet here, as he stood amidst the snow without a soul nearby to witness, might be the loneliest of all.

The tip of his fingers started to become numb, snow steadily collected on his shoulders and clung to strands of his hair. He buried his hands in the pockets of his pants, huffing a breath of white air through his nose.

Sebastian wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there when he heard hesitant footsteps crushing the snow behind him, coming closer. He didn't turn around, part of him knew who it was.

He recognized you by the way you hissed when the gelid air easily seeped through the thin fabric of your dress. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

You came to stand right beside Sebastian, personal space forgotten when you looped your arm around his and snuggled closer, your cheek pressing against his shoulder as you chased his warmth.

That's just how you two could be sometimes, no words because there was no need for them; only existing in each other's presence, souls entangled.

Sebastian exhaled shakingly, his heart threatening to escape his chest when he turned his head to you. His lips touched your hairline in a faint kiss before he leaned his cheek on top of your head.

The 'I missed you' had no need to be spoken out loud, you both knew it.

Maybe you were just two fools in love, clinging to each other under the falling snow, yet too stubborn to ever admit it.

"Why are you standing out here in the cold?" You whispered after a beat.

"You're here too," Sebastian reasoned just as quietly.

"Came to get you back inside," you told him with a grin, making no effort to move away.

A low chuckle escaped Sebastian, he bit at the inside of his cheek before speaking, "But it's much nicer here." He pointedly looked up at the sky then, and you followed his gaze. The moon was bright, with a few clouds hazing its light, and snowflakes glinting under it.

"I thought you didn't like the Ball."

Your soft words brought Sebastian's gaze back to you. He watched as the moonlight reflected against your eyes and shaped the outlines of your features while you looked up, worthy of a painting.

There was a question hiding behind your words, one that made Sebastian's stomach twist and turn with anxiety.

"I didn't-" Sebastian hesitated, and you turned to look at him, watching as his lips hovered for a moment, "I didn't exactly mean that," he glanced away from your eyes.

A soft crease appeared on your eyebrows that Sebastian wanted to smooth away. You regarded him with a mix of curiosity and longing. "Why would you say it then?" More than anything, you sounded hurt.

The guilt weighing down on Sebastian's chest only worsened. He couldn't have you thinking he had said that only because he didn't want to take you, when it was the exact opposite.

Subconsciously, Sebastian took hold of the hand you had around his arm. "I only said that because I was too much of a coward to ask you to the Ball myself, and… Guess I didn't want you going with anyone else, hoped maybe we'd skip it together instead." A soft blush dusted his cheeks and he avoided your gaze again, a bittersweet smile coming to his lips, "but it backfired immensely," he chuckled then, happy to have managed a soft laugh out of you as well.

A beat passed and his smile faded. He added quietly; "selfish, I know."

In the same heartbeat, you answered, "I would've said yes."

Chocolate brown eyes met yours, they were glinting under the moonlight as Sebastian looked at you, not daring to breathe. Snowflakes clung to his hair and lashes, freckled cheeks dusted pink. He looked like your favorite dream too.

"If you had asked, I would've said yes," you told him again, voice all soft and sweet as honey. You raised the hand he wasn't holding and brushed away longer strands of his hair so you could see his eyes clearly, "in a heartbeat."

You thought you saw tears pooling in Sebastian's eyes, but he blinked them away, pursing his lips before he spoke; "more than anything," he choked on his words, "I wish I had."

In the distance, you could hear the music still coming from the Great Hall, you couldn't make out any words but the melody was sufficiently clear. You grasped Sebastian's hand tighter, taking a step forward and tugging him with you. "Dance with me?"

He frowned, but a smile threatened to show on his lips. His feet followed you of their own volition. "Out here?"

You nodded softly, your hand came to rest on Sebastian's shoulder then, and his rested comfortably on your waist while you clasped his other hand in your own, fingers intertwined.

With a rhythm much slower than the one you'd followed when Sebastian was teaching you, you swayed gently from side to side, almost as if the cold wind was guiding you. Your heels and his shoes scrunched the snow underneath, Sebastian hugged you closer when the falling snow got a tad thicker.

The night suddenly belonged to you and him, a moment tucked away in a courtyard of Hogwarts. Two hearts beating in harmony.

A song or two passed with both of you allowing your bodies to do the talking, one following the other like you belonged just like that, wrapped in each other's arms.

Sebastian eventually released your hand so he could rest both his hands on your waist, his fingertips slightly digging into the fabric of your dress as he pulled you to him. You in turn brought both arms around his shoulders, gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, while you rested your head on his chest.

Feeling the shape of you in his arms, your perfume clouding his senses, Sebastian realized then, that you were the sun for him. But not the sun that comes on a warm and clear day; you were the sun that came during the cold, when he hadn't felt its warmth in a while and everything looked gray before. That's what you always had been, a source of light, of warmth, of hope. Maybe that's why Sebastian's love for you almost hurts to feel the longer he keeps it tucked away in his chest.

He wondered if you were able to hear just how fast his heart was beating right now.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian mumbled, his lips grazing your hair. He cleared his throat in order for his voice not to come out as tender as he felt. "I still don't know how to get to you, how to… be someone who's deserving of you."

You pulled away from him and Sebastian's breathing stuttered. Your gaze found his, and in his eyes, you could see the regret, the guilt. You knew he blamed himself for much of what happened during your fifth year, no matter how much you tried to make him see otherwise.

With a delicate touch, you cupped Sebastian's cheek, watching with your heart in your mouth as he visibly leaned against your hand, closing his eyes momentarily. "Why don't I be the judge of that?" You whispered, your eyes drifting down to his lips just before you leaned in.

Sebastian breathed in sharply through his nose when your lips touched his, eyes widening in surprise only to close in bliss right after. You kissed him softly, your lips mapping his as if you were trying to memorize each part of him. Both your hands cupped his jaw and you held him to you, showing him anything you weren't able to put into words.

He suddenly couldn't get enough of you. Sebastian's hands were warm against your back, pressing your body to his. He pulled away then, his upper lip just shy of grazing yours as he turned his head, nose bumping yours only so he could kiss you again, again, again.

Snowflakes were melting onto his clothes, his skin. Yet Sebastian felt warm. He whispered confessions of love and you kissed the words. Promising you could never not love him.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter II: A Sense of Reunion • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Fluffy (touches of angst, comedy and sexual tension if you squint) Chapter Warnings: None (?) Extra Content: added in another OC Masterlist

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It was another boring weekend. 

Peter had just gotten home from his busy yet uneventful day at school, work, and visiting his Aunt May’s grave…his usual routine that hadn’t changed much in the past few years. After watching the Stark Expo a month ago he wasn’t really up for doing anything with his friends much. He spent most of his free time studying and patrolling as Spiderman to distract himself from his racing thoughts. He knew it wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, but he really didn’t know how to deal with it.

It's not like he can tell them anything about what happened. They would probably think something is wrong with him. Imagine telling someone hey so I'm Spiderman and I really fucked up because I had to make everyone including the love of my life forget who I am because I got a sorcerer to cast to spell to save the multiverse from collapsing in on itself due to me trying to fix something that somehow I caused and five years later I see said love of my life thriving and living her best life and she has no idea who I am.

Kinda sucks to have no one to talk to about this.

He unlocked the door to his small apartment with his key and walked inside with a sigh of relief but as soon as he stepped into his humble abode. Home, sweet home. He thought to himself as he set his keys and backpack down on the raggedy chair that was by his door. All he could think about was what he was going to get for dinner, what movie he was going to watch, and what he would expect on patrols that night. 

But then his senses started to tingle.

The hairs on his body stood up. His senses quickly perked up and he looked towards the direction of the living room. The sense wasn't coming from outside or next door. It was coming from inside of his very apartment.

Just his luck. Somebody’s here.

His senses led him to quietly walk over to where the threat was in the living room. It wasn’t a sense he felt in a long time and honestly, he didn’t like that. It worried him. What if it was one of his enemies from his avenger days? What if it was somebody robbing him (not that there was much to steal)? His thoughts raced as he quietly tip-toed toward the living room. 

He quickly and quietly equipped his web shooters onto his wrists and stayed alert as he made his way around the corner. The closer he got the stronger his senses became… like they were pulling him towards the potential threat.

He hoped it was the neighbor's cat or something.

When he saw someone standing in his living room he didn’t even process who it was before he shot a web their way sticking their arm to the wall behind them with a thud. The figure yelped and looked at him with wide eyes. 

He froze when he saw who it was.

It was you.

Peter’s expression was one of a deer in headlights.

 “(Y/N)...” He said softly.

Peter could not believe his eyes as he took in your appearance. You looked absolutely gorgeous. You were still you but your features filled in the most beautiful way. Your hair was different than before, and you were wearing a face full of makeup and your style was a bit edgier than before but it wasn’t anything Peter was surprised by. You always talked about experimenting with your style and the aesthetic you rocked now made sense to him.

And you were here.

You wore a black sheer floral lace top with a black bralette underneath topped with a loose leather jacket, black fitted jeans with a black velvet belt with a golden lion head as the buckle, a a pair of black Doc Martens that he remembers Ghostface wearing in Scream VI when you two watched it together. He smiled when he saw them as he remembered how you and Celina bought them immediately after seeing the movie. You had golden rings of various sizes and styles on your fingers and your fingernails were painted a dark teal color that reflected gold. Your makeup was something Peter was not used to seeing on you. You had thick eyeliner on with a rustic color on your eyelids. Your lips were painted a warm rose color. 

You looked like a million dark lady bucks and it was messing with Peter’s head.

And you were here. In his shitty apartment. 

"First name basis already?” You asked, lifting your brows with a small smirk. “Wow, we’re moving so fast.”

Peter was so stunned that he couldn't move. He wanted to pinch himself and make sure that he wasn't hallucinating. He thought he was having an out-of-body experience.

“Hello,” you sang, waving a hand in the view of his vision. “Earth to Parker.”

“Huh? What?” he asked, shaking his head a little bit and coming back to reality. 

“Hi!” you chimed. “I asked if you could give me a hand,” You eyed your hand webbed to the wall.

“Oh…!” Peter exclaimed.  “Oh god I’m so sorry-!”

He took the webbing off and you rubbed your wrist in your hand gently. “Thank you.” 

“Sorry for that…” he said again and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

“Nah,” You said. “I came into your apartment like some creepy ass stalker or something. You really shouldn’t leave your window unlocked.”

Oh.

“No, yeah!” Peter started. “I mean….um….I just…” Peter struggled to find the right words as he simultaneously struggled to find the right way to react to you being here.

It reminded him of the first time Tony came to visit him. 

 “…W-what are you doing here?” was all he could muster up.

You smile softly and cocked your head to the side. Fuck, your smile. He missed your smile so much. 

“You’re Spiderman, right?”

Peter’s eyes went wide again and he blinked rapidly. “Uh…” 

You took out your phone and showed him a video from YouTube of Spiderman stopping a bus from hitting a child who ran into the street to grab a ball and then another video from TikTok of him helping a kitten down from a tree for another child. He looked from your phone screen to you. 

“That’s pretty impressive. I’m a big fan honestly.” You smiled. “And that doesn’t sound exactly appropriate after I just climbed into your window. I promise I’m not a parasocial boundary-breaking dickwad.”

“No, no…I know!” Peter replied quickly. “Uh…what makes you think I’m that guy? Isn’t he like a criminal or something?” His voice was more nervously high-pitched than he would like.

“You just webbed me to the wall.”

Peter facepalmed himself mentally. You Idiot.

“And don’t say some shit like ‘I make his web shooters’ or anything like that.” You added with a mocking deep voice on the web shooter bit. “You’re Spiderman.”

“...Yes,” Peter replied, deciding it was better not to fight it. 

You smiled and hummed in amusement and turned your head to the side again eyeing him up and down for a moment. Peter gave you a thin-lipped smile with no real emotion behind it. He was still unsure of how to respond to any of this. A big part of him knew that you didn’t remember him but a small part of him wished you did.

“Well,” you began. “I didn’t just come here to confirm your hero status. I wanted to make you an offer.”

“Oh? O-okay.”

“So, I was going through my father’s files for internships and scholarships and your name came up as an option. It says you wanted to go to MIT but you go to ESU, right?”

Peter nodded. “I do.”

“What changed your mind?”

"Well," Peter started. "I can't be the friendly neighborhood Spiderman when I'm not in the neighborhood."

You giggled. "Fair."

He missed the sound of your voice. It was music to his ears right now and he didn’t want you to stop talking but you guys looked at each other for a silent moment before you spoke again.

“Are you busy?” you asked him after a moment.

“Huh?” he responded. “Right now? Uh…n-no. Not at all,” He rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “Usually you’re out patrolling around this time….Not that I would know that or anything! Why would I? I wouldn’t! Pfft…that’s why that’s why I asked if you were busy or not….heh….” 

Peter smiled softly to himself. You were keeping tabs on him. If it were anyone else it would’ve concerned him a big amount but it was you so he found it endearing….and it gave him hope. He was used to hearing about this behavior from you. When you both were bitten by the spider, you had discovered him on YouTube and watched all of his videos before you knew he was Peter Parker. He wasn’t gonna lie, it gave him a bit of an ego boost.

 “No, I’m not busy right now. I can patrol later.” 

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You smiled bigger. “Great!” and walked towards the door. “You’re coming with me.”

"Oh, Wh…?" Peter blinked rapidly. "Wh-where are we going, exactly?"

"That's classified." 

Peter looked at you silently for a moment.

“You’ve been there before,” You replied, rolling your eyes playfully. “It will be in public, mostly. I’m not trying to kidnap you, Spidey.”

“The last time I went somewhere classified it nearly destroyed the entire universe,” he mumbled to himself.

“I’m not taking you to space or to some underground S.H.I.E.L.D. facility or some random place in the world to fight off bad guys, I promise, I just wanna show you the offer in person.” You explained. “On my dad’s iron grave.”

Peter decided to trust you on that and walked out of the apartment with you. He closed and locked his door and turned to you to be met with your gentle smile that he adored so much.

“(Y/N),” You started and held your hand out to him. “(Y/N) Stark.”

He knew that you knew that he knew who you were. He also knew that you knew who he was. But this was just part of your whimsical humor that he missed so much.

He looked at your hand for a moment and smiled softly. “Peter. Peter Parker.” He took it gently. 

And that is when he felt it. The feeling he hasn’t felt in so long. Most people would call it sparks, butterflies, vibrational attraction, whatever. But he knew better. He knew that it was different for you two. You had the same radioactive arachnid DNA running through your veins and from both of your research, it was like a magnet whenever you guys were near.

Pheromones.

He remembered the day you were in the lab studying and researching why you felt so…attracted to him and why it seemed to get stronger and stronger the more you guys spent together. It was different from crushing on each other. You wanted to know why you felt a gravitational pull towards each other that was different from what you felt from other people.

"Parker, I need your blood." You told him one day, in front of everyone at the Avenger’s compound.

"....Excuse me?" He asked, confused and his mouth full of a bite of his sandwich. 

"Oh god, she's morphing into an actual spider," Nat joked.

"Watch out, kid, she's gonna harvest you one day," Bucky added.

You gave them both a horrified look. "First of all, no. Second of all, hell no." You crossed your arms and stood in contrapposto. "It's for science, thank you very much."

"Oh yeah, sure, science," Sam smirked.

You rolled your eyes with a blush on your cheeks and turned to a still-confused Peter who was still paused mid-chew. 

"Relax," you said. "We were bitten by the same spider, right? I wanna see how it affects us differently."

“Oh!” He chimed. “Yeah, I’ve been wondering about that too! I think it’s totally unfair that you can spin your own webs naturally and I can’t so I wanna know what makes us different too.”

You both had gone into the lab and ran some tests with the help of Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner. That is how you found out about your differences as spider mutants and your connection.

Pheromonal Connection.

It was obvious that you felt it too because the expression on your face softened as your hands touched and eyes met. Your (E/C) eyes were looking into his dark brown eyes so deeply like you were trying to merge your thoughts together. 

Man, he wanted to kiss you so bad. Just like all those years ago. 

For a moment, Peter lost control and he began leaning in and you followed before you blinked rapidly and removed your hand from his to lay your hand on your forehead as you made a soft noise of pain with a wince and a hiss.

“Damn it…!” You hissed out softly.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been fighting these stupid migraine episodes for most of my adulthood.”

Peter frowned as his face furrowed. You saw his expression and you smiled softly.

“Stark Stress.” You explained with a shrug and a lopsided grin and a small roll of your eyes like it was no big deal. “I’ve been Owner and CEO of Stark Industries officially for two months and everything and everyone is taking years off of my lifespan.”

Peter chuckled at that. “I’ll bet. Do you need any meds before we go?”

“Nah, thank you though.” You smiled. “No type of medicine can get rid of annoyance.”

Peter hummed in response and you both walked down and out of the apartment complex. There was a black large luxury SUV with a stoic-faced man standing with his hands folded in front of him. He had dark sunglasses on but Peter could tell he was looking at him suspiciously.

He recognized him as Happy Hogan. 

What you didn’t know is that they knew each other already from visiting Aunt May’s grave. They had run into each other over the years visiting the cemetery. 

“Hey,” Peter said and waved to him but Happy didn’t respond and just kept looking at him through his dark shades. It made Peter a little uneasy. 

You let out a deep sigh. “Okay, Cobra Bubbles, you can stop staring him down now.” You said to him. “He’s just a friend of mine.”

Just a friend. Oh, if only you knew.

Peter wanted to laugh at your sarcasm but kept his composure. Happy opened the door for both of you. You climbed inside and Peter followed you after avoiding Happy’s not-so-happy gaze and giving a soft thanks to him. The interior of the SUV was set up like a limo with seats that faced each other. You sat on one end and Peter sat on the other end. As Happy got into the car and began driving you two looked at each other. 

“So where are we heading?” Peter asked again hoping to get some clarity.

“Midtown Manhattan,” you replied as you grabbed an icepack from a cooler compartment that Peter hadn’t noticed until now. You put the ice pack on your forehead. 

He realized where you were taking him. “We’re going to the tower.”

“Bingo,” you sang. “I couldn’t tell you inside your apartment. You never know who’s listening. And the car is soundproof. Not Even Happy can hear us right now.”

Peter raised an eyebrow at you as if to ask ‘Oh really?’

“Head out of the gutter, Parker,” you smirked. “That’s not the reason why I made it soundproof, but let me know if you ever need to borrow it. Just make sure you don’t make a mess.”

“Oh my god,” Peter chuckled. “No, god no.”

Not unless it’s with you. He thought, but even then he wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing Happy of all people would be the one driving.

The rest of the ride was pretty chill. You asked him about school and he answered honestly.

Once you both arrive at the tower you walk inside where employees instantly begin greeting you as you walk by. Peter hadn’t been inside the tower in so long that he forgot what it looked like. It was busier than he remembered but that makes sense since so many years have passed since he's been here last. 

A girl with flaming reddish-orange hair, freckles dancing across her cheeks and nose and bright eyes came rushing up to you with a frantic look in her doe-eyes. "Miss Stark!" She exclaimed in a soft voice as she tried to keep up with you two.

You sighed. "Nika, I told you to call me (Y/N), ‘Miss Stark’ makes me sound scary."

"It makes you sound like the powerful CEO of this very distinguished company," the redhead corrected. "But I need you to confirm the list of foundations that are going to be present at the charity gala next month."

You groaned. "Nika, it's my day off."

"Yes, yes, I know," she replied with a sigh. "But you, the owner of the company, which means you don’t actually get a day off, especially right now. This event was your idea, (Y/N).”

“Yes, I know, I know,” You sighed as you arrived by the Elevators. “I’ll look over it tonight.”

Nika gave you a warning look and then looked to Peter giving him a one-over with her eyes. She didn’t look impressed or amused. 

“I better have it by seven. Or else I’ll make up for your incompetence and...distractions” She didn’t take her hard, glaring eyes off of Peter once, but he was addressing you. 

“Nika,” you said in a warning voice. “Stand down. He’s not a distraction. He’s an Avenger. He’s here on Business, not pleasure.”

“I thought it was your day off,” Her eyes flashed back to you. 

You pressed your lips together before speaking. “Nika, I'll have the list for you by seven.”

Nika smiled with no real emotion behind it. “Good girl, enjoy your day off.” 

And with that, she walked off. Peter looked at you in shock. 

“She’s a friend of mine and she takes her job very, very seriously,” you explain as you two stepped on the elevator. 

“I don’t think she likes me very much.” Peter rubbed the back of his head. 

“Not true,” you defended as you put your eye up to the scanner and a green bar that flashed ‘Access Granted’ with your ID information appeared on the screen. “She doesn’t like distractions.”

“So, I’m a distraction?”

“Nah,” you replied, shaking your head and leaning on the wall of the elevator with your arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. “That’s unless you want to be.”

You both eyed each other as you both dodged the elephant in the room that eludes to the earlier events right outside of his apartment door. Peter wished he knew what you were thinking at this moment because he knew what he was thinking. He desperately wanted to feel you under his hands as he felt his lips dance with yours. He wondered if you had a similar thought. 

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. 

Peter cleared his throat and flickered his eyes away from you. “Ladies first.”

You blinked rapidly as you looked away from him took a deep breath and walked off of the platform. 

Peter, he had to compose himself, and little did he know that you did too.

Once you both walked off and maneuvered around the familiar place, you led him to a conference room that looked very similar to the one at the Avenger’s compound. Peter looked around for a moment before you stopped in your tracks.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest,” you stated.

Peter looked over at you wondrously as he tensed lightly. His senses didn’t sense danger but for some reason, he felt nervous all of a sudden. You turned to him with an expression that he couldn’t read, but your word wasn’t something he was prepared for.

“Peter,” you spoke again. “I know who you are.” 

He looked at you as he could have sworn his heart stopped. “What?” His voice was almost a whisper.

“I know who you are.”

~

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[drefear]

Heart Beat (Childish Gambino)

Miguel x reader

Tw: cheating, unprotected sex, p in v, cursing, stalking, dacraphillia, overstimulated

I wanted you to know

That I am ready to go, heartbeat

My heartbeat

I wanted you to know

Whenever you are around, can't speak

I can't speak

MIguel saw you for the first time while chasing an anomaly, as he met all of the other spiders from different dimensions. But you were different, you smelled like heaven. The pheromones you gave off made him distracted and messy in his attacks against the anomaly he was fighting. A Dr. Ock got through to your universe and you were practically dancing in the air as you spun, kicking the villain in the face, and he watched with wide eyes. How did you fight so gracefully? And that stupid scent followed you as you jumped through the air.

You threaded the needle perfectly and he gawked in awe. You’d never even been a thought in the spider society and yet, you knew things it took him years to learn.

He snapped out of his trance and continued fighting when you pushed him out of the way.

“Hey-” He protested, but stopped as he saw you get hit with some sort of punch that sent you flying.

“Kid, I get that you’re a fan, but you need to get out of here!” You yelled, bouncing back and webbing him to a wall. He sliced through it and sighed. You were worried he might be some lovestruck teenager, and honestly, he felt like one. Your precision was incredible.

He jumped into action.

I know what your boy like

Skinny tie and a cuff tight

He go and make breakfast

You walk around naked

Miguel took any opportunity to come to your dimension and see you, observing your life from afar. He saw the parade of men that you entertained in your life, men with no significance in life at all.

You walked around completely nude in the mornings as you got ready for your normal job, these men trying to impress you by getting you a bagel or coffee or whatever they decided that day, but you always brushed them off and rushed them out.

He saw the way they watched you, how they treated your body. They touched you like you were a flower, delicate. If only they knew…

I might just text you

Miguel became interested in you and gave you a watch, but you focused on your own universe, something he admired. He kept his distance for a while and barely acknowledged you.

At least to your face.

Turn your phone over, when it's all over

No settling down, my text go to your screen

You know better than that

His body perched on a building top, Miguel narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side so he could analyze you better. You writhed under your flavor of the weak, nothing impressive. This one seemed to be unable to make you cum, make you moan. Most of the time, he came to watch during the day.

He burned your faces into his mind, but something was off. It was all over fast, the guy rolling to your side and staring at the ceiling. You just stayed completely still, not even out of breath or smiling. Not even pretending.

I come around when you least expect me

I'm sitting at the bar when your glass is empty

You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me

I need to be alone like the way you left me

He walked into the bar you worked at, watching you mix drinks and entertain customers with your bright smile. His eyes focused on the hickey you tried and failed at hiding under a layer of makeup. Your eyes found him at the end of your bar and you looked surprised.

“Miguel?” You leaned forward to him. “Drinking?”

“Actually, I came to see your universe better since I barely knew it existed until recently. See how this universe’s Spider is protecting the city.” He stayed pretty stoic, but a gleam in his eyes showed a somewhat playful emotion.

You leaned up, putting both palms on the bartop in front of you and smirking. “The tour can start when I get off work.”

You start calling, you start crying

I come over, I'm inside you

That night was when he showed you what he could do, a man of real importance. He had you screaming, panting, sweating for hours as he pushed you to so many climaxes, you both lost count. Positions he’d never tried, words you’d never said, sounds you didn’t even know you could make; all because of Miguel O’Hara.

I can't find you

The girl that I once had

But the sex that we have, isn't half bad

And then it happened. Your sister, the captain of the police force, died. You couldn’t save her. You couldn’t save her. He knew it would happen.

You were a whole different person. The grace you once carried yourself with was gone, disappeared the second you watched your sister take her last breath.

Text say that "It's not fair"

That's code for "He's not here"

And I'mma flirt with this new girl

And I'mma call if it don't work

You kept your distance from everyone, a dark cloud following you and a weight on your shoulders that he knew better than anyone. He had that similar darkness.

The sex was still amazing, but you were pushing him away. The second he came, you were putting space between you two.

So we fuck, till we come, to conclusions

All the things that we thought we were losing

I'm a ghost and you know this

That's why we broke up in the first place

He tried to court you, ask you out properly, but you shut down the idea immediately. You said ‘let’s not make this more than it has to be, neither of us should be dating anyone.’ His pride didn’t take that very well, grunting to Lyla and Jess later with a distaste for everything. Throwing empanadas and burgers, screaming at Peter, and basically just throwing a tantrum.

But the late night escapades continued as he broke your headboard and tore through your sheets, making your neighbors officially hate you and making you scream his name like bloody murder.

And then it’d be over, and you’d become a ghost of yourself again. He’d become just like the other men that had once traipsed into your life and hoped for more than a lustful glance.

It's late night Thursday

I know that you heard me

But you don't want the same thing

Well two can play that game

So I'm chilling with my girlfriend

But she not my real girlfriend

She got a key to my place but

She not my real girlfriend

He found a woman in his universe, a pretty girl who had a full time job at an office, a house she owned, everything he could want.

And yet, when he fucked her, he only thought of you. Every date, he thought of you. Everything made him think of you and it was driving him insane. She couldn’t moan like you, smile like you, she wasn’t as tight as you and it made him hate everything around him. He blamed everything and everyone on his mood, but it was you.

Stupid, so dummy

Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'

I'm paranoid that these girls want something from me

And it's hard to make a dime go one hundred

It wasn’t hard for Miguel to find women, and he exercised that while trying to get over you. His mind flooded with images of you beneath him every time, and not a single woman made him crazy the way you did. But he tried to fuck that hurt away.

Too bad he was reminded of your rejection every week when he debriefed the society, sitting with the skirt of your costume ruffled.

And my dude freakin' out over a worse fate

She on time, but she late for their first date

Cause he went and tried out a new condom

Slipped off in a threesome, good problems?

In a moment of drunken stupor, you’d invited another spider to your apartment. You didn’t think anything of it, completely blind to Miguel’s feelings for you. You did try, but he was busy trying to get over you with any woman with a beating heart he could find if he was in need.

So you did what you wanted and spent the night with another spider.

But you told him not to say anything and keep it a secret, you didn’t even remember most of it because of the alcohol.

Lyla dinged you as he was in the bathroom the next morning and you rushed into the kitchen to hopefully get her away from where he might walk in.

But no, luck was not on your side and he waltzed into the kitchen in a towel, asking about some shampoo he liked the smell of. Lyla stared at Ben as she was talking, stopping short and listening to your pleas not to tell Miguel.

You should have known better.

Right? Wrong

Askin' him if she wanna play games

With the super smash brothers, but none of them you

I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through

Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two

I was wrong, but would you have listened to you?

The rumor hit him in the chest, crumbled the organs in his ribs like pieces of paper when Lyla let it slip.

“…when she slept with Ben.” The little AI froze at the secret she was trusted with, turning to look at Miguel as his eyes turned to slits and became blood red with rage.

A loud crash was heard from the entire top floor of the tower as Miguel threw his desk off of his platform, heaving with anger.

“When?” He demanded as Lyla zapped herself a few feet away.

“Two weeks ago. But they apparently haven’t even spoken since.” She concluded.

Uh, you were crazy

I got a heart, but the artichoke

Is only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light

The mission you two were on was tense, the silence heavy and pregnant with unspoken pain. You kept your eyes trained on the target, and Miguel kept his eyes on you. What was a normal day had become a terrible weekend, and you were stuck on this stupid mission. Bloodied and bruised, you panted from fighting when a portal opened. Ben jumped out and swung into the battle as Miguel growled, hating the sight of him now.

“Lyla! What is he doing here?!”

“You wanted backup, but Jess is off today. He was the best choice-“

“Who chose?!”

“You were busy, so I asked…” she looked to you as she trailed off and Miguel’s fangs began to descend on instinct.

He shouldn’t even be angry, he’s been with other women and you two weren’t exclusive, but the thought of any other man with you made him violent.

So we're done? This the real shit?

We used to hold hands like field trips

I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick

I read his posts on your wall and I feel sick

The mission was over and you and Ben walked back into HQ, just talking and acting like nothing happened. No tension, no awkwardness. Just casual conversation. Miguel snarled and clenched his teeth, could you be this stupid?

He stomped to his office and glared at the screens, sighing. “Lyla, show me when it happened.”

“Miguel, I don’t-“

“That’s an order.” He demanded and she sighed, pulling up the screen.

He ain't cool, he ball and all that

But he just a fake ***** who blog in all caps

After watching how unsatisfied you were left, he felt a lot better. You were so drunk you fell asleep towards the end, barely even moaning to begin with. It was messy and unorganized, your nipples weren’t even hard.

But now he knew that you were fucking other men. And that drove him insane.

Every time he saw Ben, it was a reminder of how you slipped from his grasp on a constant basis. But he also knew that those men didn’t fuck you like he did.

You couldn't wait to date

I'm going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate

I give a fuck about the ****** that you say you hate

You know that I’m the best when I’m affectionate

I'm the best that you had, face it

What he didn’t know was that you always wanted him too. You always wanted him first, and usually you just handled it yourself. It wasn’t your fault, everyone else just couldn’t make you scream until your throat was raw like him.

I give you money, then you burn it, like you made off

She ain't a killer, but she'd fucking blow your head off

The only time he could handle watching you without feeling hurt was when you two were on a mission. How you combined that graceful presence and movement with brutal force and strategy was beyond impressive to him and he could help it. Everything you did was beautiful in his eyes, and he craved more with every second of the day.

I know he wondering, "What the fuck you hiding?"

That we dated like raps about Bin Laden

Ayo, fuck this

Are we dating? Are we fucking?

Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that.

Finally, after almost a year of these stupid head games and constant questions, he had enough. The morning debriefing was over and you went to walk out as he called your name.

“Come to my office with me, we need to discuss something privately.” He walked as you followed, a consistent silence forcing you both to feel uncomfortable. He moved to stand on his platform and you followed, watching him tap his holograms and show you a screen.

Your eyes narrowed at the video, moans quiet flowing through the speakers. A bright fluster came to your face and quickly changed to anger.

“You’re tracking me?”

“This was left from when you had an anomaly in your universe the first time, when I was tracking-“

“Bullshit, how did that thing get into my bedroom?” You shouted. He didn’t even flinched.

“Fine. I set it up there when sex began to be a normal event for you and I. To make sure you were safe when I wasn’t around.” He concluded and you calmed down slightly. How romantic and creepy. “Now tell me about having sex with Ben.”

Now it was your turn to fess up. “We were drunk, I didn’t even finish. Just gross drunk sex that meant nothing.” Why were you explaining this? “I don’t have to tell you, you’re not my boyfriend.” That stung. “And you were busy. I tried to reach you, but you were with Yelena.” The sound of jealousy and hatred laced her name on your lips and he almost smirked, enjoying how much you were showing your true feelings.

“How about this?” He tapped another screen and you see Yelena and him having sex, poor girl on her back and practically shaking as he isn’t even inside of her completely. Yet, she’s almost pushing him away from his size being too painful.

You ground your teeth and practically twitched with volitale emotions about to pop. “You look bored.” You mumbled.

“I was. She isn’t you. Only wants missionary and can’t even take me fully. But you can.” He stepped towards you. “Too bad you’re fucking other guys. Or else, I’d say we could make this a daily thing instead of random, if you ever actually accepted your feelings for me.” His words pounded in your ears and you gulped down the sudden awareness gifted to you. You looked down in thought as he took one more step closer, toe-to-toe with you now.

“I… it’s not that simple.” You closed your eyes, but a finger under your chin lifted your face and red eyes met yours.

“So let’s make it simple. Be mine and mine only. I’m done sharing you.” He announced and you were left completely speechless. Hopping onto your tippy toes, you smashed your lips into his as his fingers dug into your ass, picking you up effortlessly and pushing his keyboards aside to plant you on his desk. Your bottom hitting the cool metal sends a jolt through you as he massages the fat of your thighs, then pulling you to the ledge and practically leaving bruises on your soft skin. The grind of his groin against your leg made you shiver, as if you hadn’t felt it a million and one times already. But it always felt better than the last.

But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome

“This is only for me. ¿Entender? Sólo mío.” He growled against your lips and rutted his hips once more before revealing his body from his suit, pushing your skirt up and moving the bodysuit to the side. He pushed a finger inside of you, groaning and watching you throw your head back. “So wet for me, mi vida.” He pushed in another and you were squirming from the fullness you hadn’t felt in a while.

His breathing became ragged as you clenched onto his fingers, feeling you soon coming to your first climax. Yes, first. He wanted to break your mind and make you drunk off of how many times he’d make you fall undone.

As the coil snapped and you let out a precious moan, he removed his fingers and licked them clean, pushing his cock to feel the wetness on his head. It dripped down onto and around him as he watched your perfect opening glisten with arousal and his eyes flickered at you, dangerous. “I’m going to cum inside you, and claim you inside and out.” He spoke, then giving you a chance to deny him. “Is that what you want as well? Because if not, you need to-“

“Christ Miguel just take me already!” You shouted at him and dug your heels into his lower back, making him smile darkly. Of course you wanted this too.

He sunk in and you both rolled your eyes, the feeling unmatched to anything else. “Ay por dios, you feel so good…” he spoke slowly, the smoothness of his voice reaching a deeper sound than any you’d heard from him before. Then again, you both always used condoms and this was the first time there was nothing in between you two. He bucked his hips and you gasped putting a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Tell me- fuck! Tell me when I can-“

“Move!” You demanded, almost begged and he obliged, too wrapped up in his own need to punish or edge you. His hips pushing in and out a few times before picking up speed and making your slow loud moans turn into short, breathy yelps. It was so cute to him, how you crumbled on his cock. You were one of the strongest and most talented spider-people he saw, and yet his dick made you become a crying, needy mess. Pride bloomed in his chest as he smiled, continuing his assault on your hole.

You’d come two more times as he fucked you sensless on his desk, taking you as his and making sure you knew it too. Who could make tears fall from your eyes as you babbled filthy things? Only him, he had proof. Not a single man you’d ever slept with made you feel like this.

Was it his size? He was big, probably the biggest you’d ever been with, but you didn’t think so since your toys were just as big as him. Maybe how large his whole body was? No, that didn’t really make much of a difference to you. No, it was him. He was your weakness, he knew your body like it was made for him to please and torture and have.

Building to another orgasm, he continued speaking such dirty things. “So perfect wrapped around me, so tight. Mierda, I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy.” He rambled, your heaving chest bouncing and making his head go insane. “pobrecita, am I making you feel too good?” The tears flowed down your cheeks from all of the stimulation and orgasms he’s ripped for you.

The tip of his dick hit your cervix and your body shuttered in another orgasm. “Coño, I’m never letting you off my dick.” He shook, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He announced and you locked your ankles behind his back, shifting you just to take him deeper. That was his last straw and his climax flooded through him like a rude wave, crashing into you and filling you! Everything felt warm and your body sputtered in ecstasy. His arms held your back up as you closed your eyes, exhausted. Pulling you into his chest, he spoke.

“Lyla. I’m taking the rest of the day to take care of something. Do not bother me.” He waved her away and picked up your overworked body. “Let’s get you home. We have a long night ahead of us, cariño.”

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #angst #miguel o’hara angst #drefear playlist

[guerrillateezsworld]

idea from my pookie @memog1rl

Rainy/lazy day inside with bill and tom kaulitz (separate)

there’s like one or two suggestive parts that are pretty mellow and unnoticeable.

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bill kaulitz

honestly, it’s his fav during times like this. it’s just so cozy and a great time to catch up on your guys’ lives.

i feel like he’s someone who constantly checks the weather and always stays prepared incase you do have bad weather. so he’s normally always prepared!!

cuddles are his favorite tho. just chilling together, kissing and cuddling. (maybe a little more…🤷‍♀️)

MOVIES OMG. movie marathons every single time. sometimes you guys watch some of the same movies each time. one rainy day he’ll choose some and another rainy day you’ll choose some

he’s sooooo reassuring when there’s loud thunder and scary lightening. he always holds you close and kisses your forehead. (if you aren’t… just act like it so he’ll do that hehe)

sometimes he likes inviting the boys over for some movie nights (if the weather isn’t too bad). and he asks them to bring whatever snacks they want

if the power goes out, you best bet he will literally stay by your side the whole time. he won’t like go in the bathroom when you need to, he’ll just hand you a flashlight and stand outside for you. unless you don’t mind him coming in with you (nothing dirty 🤨)

tom kaulitz

okay so with tom, i feel like he doesn’t like days like these. like he’s normally so much more outgoing and he’s always wanting to do stuff so he doesn’t find much fun in days like these

but that doesn’t mean he’ll be all sulky. i mean, he’ll complain a little but not to the point where it makes you mad. (unless it makes you mad easily)

i feel like since there’s not much to do, he’ll probably sleep most of the time. or help you cook (if you can haha, i can’t) just please don’t burn the house down

doing like crafts or watching movies are some of his fav things. like making bracelets or drawing. blindfold makeup or coloring. just anything that’ll make you guys laugh and keep your mind out of boredom

he’s soooooo clingy too i’m telling you it’s not even funny. it’s pretty crazy hahaha. like he will not let go of you no matter what. he’s so whiny too like omggggg

don’t leave him be please. he’ll go crazy out of boredom. he can’t really be trusted alone mo matter what tbh. i mean, is it surprising??? it’s not really

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okay i hope you guys enjoyed!!!

#post*guerillateezsworld #fluff #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader

[astermath]

memory lane ु ₓ｡

summary: you and robin recall your first kiss together, and you want a rematch.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, like a tiny bit suggestive, normal font below!

notes: hey why is literally NO ONE writing for robin?? she’s so cute and so lovely and so ahdkdkd i’m in love w her

The sound of Blondie’s latest album fills the room, accompanied by the scent of incense and opened nail polish. The beige carpet and dark blue walls of your room had long become familiar to Robin, who’d honestly been spending more time at your house than hers recently.

The window was open to make the summer heat somewhat bearable. You both sat on the floor, your back to her chest as you painted her nails for her. Her chin was placed onto the crown of your head, fully relaxed into you as if she was your blanket. It could have been 50 degrees hotter outside, and your girlfriend would still find a way to cuddle up to you. She was always kind of clingy like that, not that you’d ever complain about it.

You hummed along with “Heart of Glass”, stroking the brush over her short nails to paint them a pretty red. “To match your cute uniform,” you’d told her, and it made her feel a little better about how silly the sailor outfit looked.

You always had a way of making things sound a lot better or approachable, which was helpful with a major over thinker like herself. Even before she’d start nervously rambling about whatever she was worried about, you’d sense it, and say something to calm her down. Which usually worked. Not always. Sometimes you’d just have to let her ramble.

“All done,” you gently took her hand in yours, careful not to smudge your hard work, and held it up for her to see.

“Wow, that’s way better than how I usually do them.” she chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Thanks baby.”

You giggled at her affection, her loose strands of blonde hair tickling your face. You’d made a habit out of doing Robin’s nails, her hair, her makeup… You were really good at anything beauty related, something she’d always admired about you.

“Remember when I did your nails the first time?” You turned your head so you could look at her, only to see the memory had brought a giddy smile to her face.

“How could I possibly forget? Was the best day of my life.” She chuckled. “Do you?”

You remembered it perfectly. Well, it was only four months ago, it would be pretty embarrassing if you didn’t. Still, the even the tiniest details were still so crisp in your mind.

The smell of her perfume when she hugged you goodbye at your doorstep.

The feeling of her hand in yours when you held it, keeping her from walking back out. Soft, but clammy.

The crooked, awkward smile she gave you, before she nodded, agreeing to stay a little longer in your room.

The nerves you both felt when you’d realized you’d never outwardly said this was a date, not the movie you both went to see, and not the time you spent in your bedroom. The fear of thinking the other might just see you as a friend, and that this would all be one big gay misunderstanding.

You specifically remember trying to gauge the situation when you were painting her nails for her, and tried to ask her about her type.

You recall how long it took for you to realize she’d been describing you.

You remember her hopeful smile. She remembers your surprised face, and the anticipation for rejection.

Only for you to grab her face and kiss her right then and there, almost knocking her over onto the scruffy carpet.

“I kinda wish I didn’t do it like that.” you confessed, cheeks warm from having just described your first ever kiss with Robin. Or with any girl, for that matter.

“Whaaaat?” Robin sat across you now, elbow leaned on her knees as she sat with her legs crossed. She’d been looking at you with a dreamy smile this entire time, wondering how she got so lucky. “For the record, I thought it was perfect.” She put her hands behind her on the carpet and leaned back, tilting her head slightly. “What would you have done different?”

“Well,” you sat on your knees, hands placed on your lap, “for starters, I would have been way smoother, like—“ You reach for her hand, pretending you’re doing her nails again. You trail your fingers up her arm, moving closer, until your hands settle on her shoulders. You’re looming over her, and she’s holding back from holding your hips for the sake of the scenario.

You flash a teasing smile, and Robin recognises that mischievous glint in your eyes, the one that makes her thighs rub together and her body tingle.

You reach out a hand, gently touching her cheek with the back of your fingers. “I’d ask you if you were into the type of girls that take care of you. That hold you, brush your hair… Do your nails…” You lean in, and whisper breathily over her lips, her eyes watching yours in anticipation. “The ones that…Take charge.” You straddle her hips and seal your lips together, her hands settling onto your hips and squeezing your soft skin there. She lets out what you can only make out to be a whimper into the kiss, her abdomen working hard to sit upright in this position.

That’s why you gently nudge her down onto the floor, hand holding the back of her head so it doesn’t come down with too much of an impact. You pull away from her, and she almost whines at the sudden loss of your lips on hers. You grin, reaching out to gently brush a lock from her face. “That’s how I’d do it.”

She just stares at you for a moment, so completely lovestruck and captivated by your beauty. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was, finding the loveliest, prettiest girl ever in Hawkins of all places. She figured she was going to be alone forever, or at least until she moved to a bigger city. Now she dreams of sharing that future with you instead.

“You okay baby?” You chuckle, a little proud that you’d managed to reduce her to a puddle so easily. You were both each other’s first girlfriends, so every kiss, every hug and every ‘I love you’ felt just a little different. A little better.

“Yeah, just uhm…” She breathed out a laugh, closing her eyes for a moment. “Wow.” She grinned. Sometimes it took a moment to truly take in that it was all real, that it wasn’t like those nights she’d laid awake dreaming of a life like this, no— you were there.

“Yeah,” you smile, full of adoration for the blonde girl beneath you. “Wow indeed.”

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[savnofilter]

Makeup Sex HCs

-> dabi/t. todoroki, s. todoroki, e. kirishima & k. bakugo

Dabi | Shouto Todoroki | Eijiro Kirishima | Katsuki Bakugo x [GEN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, makeup sex. 🧍🏽‍♀️

COUNT: 1.1K words [1-3 mins each].

READ MORE: masterpost + [students | bakugo | adults masterlists]

A/N: ive been wanting to write this for a hot min and now i finally did sjdjsjdn anyways this will be my last nsfw work for students. pretty anti-climatic but 🤷🏽‍♀️ i will be releasing the rest of my sfw stuff for them somewhere else so stayed tuned for that. 👀 ANYWAYS I AM SAUR READY FOR THE DABI CONTENT IM GONNA BUST 🥰 THANK YOU ANON AND HAPPY YEAR YALL. 🤢🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽

if its serious & Dabi knows hes fucked up, hes gonna force himself to talk about it.

don't think that he’ll be mature 100% but he will communicate with you.

is a little manipulative (don't come at me we know he ain't at therapy) and might divulge to get into your good graces once again.

makeup sex with Dabi entirely depends on how serious he finds the situation.

if it's something super serious (to him) then he will not go for sex and will not want to be touched physically like at all. comfort wise too.

but when it's something where all you two need to do is properly communicate, he's actually more empathetic. you could almost say the makeup sex between you when this happens is more… intimate.

if submissive!Dabi is something you like, here he is!

don't expect him to go full on tho, he’ll just relinquish a bit more of letting you take control as a form of apologizing.

[+] only you have been able to see him in such a position… you better be thrilled.

gets more needy tho? the audacity… if you love brats there here he is.

tries to say stuff to throw you off, shit like if you're teasing him he'll say something along the lines of, “stop playing and come sit on my cock, doll.” or “look at you slobbering all over my dick, you greedy XYZ.”

a little whiney about it too, has no shame whatsoever, though.

if he's the one giving you head, it's very messy and sloppy like he's making out with your nether regions. his goal is to have you c(um)e undone and having you surrender your thoughts to him.

when you two actually get to fucking though, it's really rough and grabby at first. it's as if you two are trying to fight each other whilst also attempting to one up another in pleasure.

very much a lot of rough thrusting, pinning, bite marks, hickies and hand prints galore.

then it soothes out—once all the pent up energy is exerted you two transition into a more, and this is where I talked about earlier, intimate love making.

mumbling apologies, a teary eye if you manage to make eye contact with each other and soft mutterings of how good it feels.

it's like a rollercoaster ride of high and low emotions, the end result being the balance of both.

probably the same kind of style as Dabi.

honestly it wouldn't be surprising if the root of the makeup sex being unresolved things, as in the inner conflicts that you two don't even address.

quiet aggression waiting for its release between you two.

makeup sex would be more like a week or a few days after, where you two are probably having a normal session but then the pent up and forgetting energy comes up and gets released during the deed.

Todoroki grips you way more often and holds you close as if you might disappear in one second.

uses a lot of his hands and probably toys too to let out his pent out anger.

will have you bonded up so he can freely do what he needs to do with having to keep his attention divided by keeping you down and pleasuring you.

a ton of words of affirmation here, both you and him.

that's how it normally is, but he throws in some endearing terms a lot more this time around.

“that feel good, baby?” “who makes you feel good like this?”

his attention is solely focused on you and not so much his.

will probably edge you until the point where you both need to climax as he enjoys seeing you tear up and beg for him.

the makeup sex was probably about jealousy if we're being honest here.

Todoroki is just so emotionally constipated but he doesn't know how else express it.

is definitely working on it though.

probably the most emotional out of them lol.

Kirishima is the type to cry and be a mess, super emotional and empathetic.

isn't doing crazy positions or trying to rough you up, unintentional or not.

very much, “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry” sort of attitude 😭

feel like when thinking of Kirishima, since he has this hidden, passive aggressive side that it'd transmute into rough handling but no I think he'd let all his barriers down for something like this.

would probably get rougher near the ending tho, like harder thrusts and more bite marks.

he wants to be in your good books again and is doing his best to be that again.

everything is sloppier too, just pure rawness tbh.

the makeup session may take place a few hours later or a day later, if it doesn't then that's how you know it's something serious that can't just be mended with a bit of physical bonding.

so in a way when you two make up like this, Kirishima feels grateful because of the unspoken common rules in your relationship.

he puts his all in to make sure that even with your disagreements he still loves you a lot. :’)

surprisingly so, i honestly believe makeup sex with this man would be soft.

it's passive aggressive at most, the only thing being harsh is the rough grip here and there or a little taunting whisper every so often.

lots of eye contact and just admiring you under him.

likes to be on top so he can shield you from everything else in the room and wants your attention all on him.

make up sex with him is smothering in the way that it's like he's trying to mold himself into you and only you.

doesn't care about what you guys fought about or disagreed earlier, he's more or so focused on the connection this will bring.

Bakugo is more quiet during this time, not really saying much but lets a few noises slip by every so often.

if he does talk, it's not very loud or aggressive, more of check ins like, “you okay?” “you like it when I XYZ?”

it's like Bakugo is treating you in a fragile manner, not wanting to shatter you or startle you. :’)

this is one of the times where his energy level isn't on 1000.

ALSO HAND HOLDING FOR SURE.

prefers to mostly do positions where he can see your face too, wants to make sure you're okay.

he's very mellow and the sort of energy is needed for the mending between you two.

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[swabian-princess]

The Cheatcode

Hello Ladies,

I’ve found the cheat code when it comes to hypergamy! You’ll only need a little start capital…not that much, only around 1-2k.

You need to rebuild your entire wardrobe. Yes. Throw out your crop tops and your leggings. No high value man wants a woman that is dressed like a yoga teacher all day. I don’t care if you’re only 21. Buy all those long skirts and button up tops and don’t even think about purchasing a bag cheaper than 500 dollars.

Think about what you can do in terms of your appearance. Maybe a nose job or a skinny BBL? If you’re lucky you can get away with only lip fillers.

Only speak about feminine stuff. Home decor. How you’re planning to homeschool your children. Let the man talk about masculine things like politics or finances.

Are you still reading? Well…I have a surprise for you…

…there is no such thing as a cheatcode.

Sorry, but I need to rant a little bit.

I’m so fucking annoyed at posts like this. There is currently and likely never will be a cheatcode for hypergamy.

Don’t believe those feminity influencers – most of them aren’t even married or have bagged a billionaire. Don’t buy books from these people and don’t give them money for strange online classes, that claim you’ll meet a billionaire within a five step program.

The truth is, wether you like it or not, that only very few woman will marry into high society and even fewer will stay in those circles.

I don’t know if you get it but those men are only human and want a honest connection with their partner. (Well, I’m sure there are men that really only care about looks but is this really a man you would like to marry? Even if he’s the richest man on the planet?)

Hypergamy is work. Hard fucking work.

Many of you seem to think that those men only fuck you and look at you. What do you do if you can’t fuck because you’re on a gala or his mothers birthday dinner? You’ll have to open your mouth and start talking.

I’m like 98% sure that you could be a grenade in bed and the most beautiful woman that ever walked on earth, if you can’t hold a conversation for longer than a minute, you won’t be succesful.

I am not that beautiful myself, I’m average with a few nice features but I can entertain my boyfriend for hours just talking about my day. I can discuss current politics with him and talk about his business without googling every second phrase.

He loves to spend time with me because he likes how I make him feel. I make him feel welcomed in his home, I make sure to listen to his problems and about what brings him joy. I am the first person he wants to call when he has a hard or a very succesful day because he know that my reactions are always honest and genuine. I won’t just tell him what he wants to hear – I tell him my opinion.  

Another thing that bugs me, is that those feminity influencers make relationships seem like the only things to do are shopping, taking vacations and going out to eat.

Honestly it’s fucking hard to be with a high value man.

High value man = very full schedule.

My boyfriend works from 5:30am to 7pm and sometimes even longer. When he comes home he wants to shower, eat something and talk to me.

I prepare his meals and clean the house while he’s at work. I do grocerie shopping and laundry, I iron his clothes and order his skin and haircare products.

He doesn’t expect me in a full face of makeup and a bodycon dress with heels when he gets home but he wants me to be clean and freshly showered. He want’s no drama and he expects that I know my place – beside him.

A relationship is work, especially if you’re in one with a man that works 80+ hours a week. Don’t expect endless shopping trips with him or a nice dinner every day. There is a reason why he has money – he works for it and his working hours are usually very long.

Okay, thats all I have for now.

Bye Bye

Selene

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[noproofread]

Your Forever

"They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need"

Happy Valentine's Day :)

Wrote this cute lil Buggy one shot for today, hope you like it🥰

Inspired by this song (still on my emo shit lol)

fluffy, established relationship, proposal, pet names, just overall cute tooth rotting fluff.

word count: 1,008

masterlist here

tag list: @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog @vangowithit

You walked up a small hill, following the instructions Buggy left you on the note taped to your bedroom door. You weren’t expecting anything from him, just his company was enough for you. And it wasn't like him to be romantic in any way. As you arrived at the top you saw a beautiful display of rose petals on the floor leading to a large bouquet. Buggy was standing behind the flowers. He had changed his daily makeup, using a lot more pinks and reds. Instead of the crossbones there were small hearts. ��Happy Valentine’s Day” He spoke softly. You smiled as you walked over to him, caressing his cheek. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s sit here. I wanted to watch the sunset with you.” He said, taking a seat on the soft grass. You looked up for a moment, taking in the view in front of you.

The sun. Such a beautiful star in the sky, painting it of orange and red as it begins to set to allow the moon to shine against a dark sky. You took a seat next to Buggy, enjoying the view. He had let his hair down and it was flowing with the light breeze that accompanied the crashing waves. You sighed as your hand found his. You felt him hesitate a little before grabbing your hand. He turned to look at you, a shy smile tugged on his lips. The orange hue painted his face gold, emphasizing the blue green color of his eyes. He turned away, a pink blush appearing on his skin.

Buggy got up on his feet, pulling your hand up with him prompting you to follow him up. You stood on your feet, facing Buggy. “I’m not good at expressing… feelings.” He said, shivering at the word feelings. You smiled, chuckling lightly. “I’m honestly just surprised that you're here… That you’ve stayed here with me.” He continued, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. He was nervous, you weren't quite sure why. He traced circles on your hand with his thumb, looking down at his feet as he spoke. “I never thought that… That anyone would stay.” You reached over and grabbed a strand of his hair, twirling it in your fingers. He raised his gaze, his eyes drifting from your hand to your eyes, finally meeting yours.

You offered him a smile, seeing his blushing face. “What are you talking about, Bug?” You spoke softly, reassuring him with your smile. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I’m not the most stable person… But you make me feel like I’m good. Like I’m okay even though I’m flashy and crazy.” You chuckled. “You’re not crazy. You're just you.” The blush on his face deepened. “Yeah well… I just. I like being with you. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if you weren't here.” “What are you trying to say?” You began feeling nervous too. Buggy had never told you any of this. Sure, he would give you gifts. He would tell his crew to bring you snacks, drinks, food. He would compliment you, try his best to show you he cared. But he never said anything. He never planned anything. You didn't know what to expect from your beloved clown as he stood in front of you, your hand in his.

“I’m trying to say that I- I love you. Like really love you.” Your heart stopped for a moment. You knew he loved you but he never told you. You felt it. Your eyes glassed over as tears began to pool. He smiled. “...And I-” Buggy let go of your hand, reaching into the pocket of his pants as he lowered himself to the ground, knee first. You gasped, realizing what he was about to say. What he was about to ask. Your hands covering your mouth as the tears finally fell from your eyes. “Bug…” “I can't promise to be perfect but I promise to love you forever.” He pulled out a small black box and opened it.

A ring with a shiny blue stone. The sun had almost finished setting and its rays were hitting the stone, illuminating it as the sky dimmed. “Will you please stay with me? Will you marry me?” You cried, lowering down to the ground to be eye-level with him. Nodding your head you leaned in to kiss him. You kissed him desperately as if you had never kissed him before. You felt his makeup rubbing off on you. You tasted your own salty tears, unaware that Buggy had also started crying. You pulled away, panting. You looked down at the ring, it matched his hair. He grinned, his makeup was smudged and his lipstick had faded. Buggy took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger before bringing his eyes back to you.

He laughed lightly. “You look like a fucking clown” He said, looking at his makeup smeared on your face. “So do you.” You laughed, wiping away your tears. The sun had set, the sky was dark. You lifted your hand, looking at the ring on your finger. It sparkled like the stars scattered across above. “Do you like it? I had Cabaji get it. You don't like it do you? Oh when I get my hands on Cabaji I swear will-” “I love it.” You cut him off, kissing his nose gently and grabbing his hand to reassure him. “Okay… Good. I'm glad.” He whispered, looking over at the starry night. Buggy let out a sigh, you felt his hand relax in yours. His eyes glistened, the stars reflected in them. You leaned on his shoulder, closing your eyes. You took a deep breath, feeling the wind on your skin, the sound of the waves, the warmth of his body. You opened them and looked at the ring on your finger. It looked like his eyes, his hair, his aura. You could live in this moment forever.

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[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 19)

so i’m never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you.

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A/N: Hi guys! This chapter turns me inside out so I hope you guys enjoy :)

Synopsis: wait and see 🤞🏻

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“wake up!”

Susannah’s voice echoed through the halls and my room, sending me into a full fledged groan. Today was the day that I’ve been dreading: the debutante ball.

Not just because it’s the ball, and I have to stand in front of many people and ‘come of age’ but it also marks the end of summer. Something I really hate.

To say this summer hasn’t been crazy would be an understatement. I would be lying though if I said I hadn’t mended relationships. Me and Belly seemed stronger than ever as-well as Steven and I. (let’s just hope he doesn’t find out about Conrad) The only relationship that needed mending was Jeremiah.

I know he didn’t approve of what happened with me and Conrad, but deep down in my heart I think he knows it was real. Because it was, Conrad and I. Even if it ended like this.

“yn.”

I snap out of my thoughts to see Susannah on the edge of my bed. Her smile is radiant as ever, classic Susannah.

“Sorry, I spaced.”

She runs a hand down my leg and smiles through her eyes, “Ready for the big day?”

I shake my head, “Honestly.. no.”

“Yn, I know this was hard to do. Last year, I know this didn’t go well for you but- it’ll be better.” I share her a smile and put my hand on top of hers.

“I also know things have been, different with you and Conrad but—” I shake my head before she can finish, “Me and Conrad are fine, Susannah, don’t worry.”

She sheds a knowing smile off her face and a small laughter escapes her lips. “Oh yn.”

“What?”

“You don’t see it now, what I see.”

My heartbeat begins to accelerate quicker and quicker as the words slip out of her mouth, “I don’t understand..?”

“First loves are precious, yn. Don’t let it slip.” Her eyes are glossy and she cups my cheeks so gently that I could almost cry. I hold the tears back. She lets go and shakes the non- existent dirt off her legs before getting up.

“Meet me downstairs, okay?”

I nod before she slips out the door.

After getting ready I grab my bag and head down the stairs. I heard faint voices and they got louder as I walked into the kitchen. Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah were all there.

“Yn! I need your help.” Belly gushes about her makeup and something she needs help with but it was all a blur as I watch Conrad’s expression from the corner.

I make my way over to the muffins on the counter and lick my lips when I see my favorite. Birthday cake.

“Got it for you.” Conrad whispers against my ear.

“Uh- thanks.” I take the muffin and stuff half of it in my face, avoiding any possible conversation with him.

“Girls! You need to get going.” Susannah walks into the kitchen and hands Belly her bag. Susannah in task mode is something I would always love and appreciate, even if it got annoying. “Also, everybody please stay out of living room! After the ball, we’re doing a huge revealing of the portraits.”

Everyone agreed and Belly and Jeremiah both walked towards the front door, and before I could follow them a arm dragged me back.

“What, Conrad?”

“I uh- I wanna, just wish you good luck.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him but decided not to push my luck with it. Conrad saying these things were rare.

“Thanks, Conrad.” Conrad. Not Connie or Con, Conrad.

I suddenly felt the urge to run into his arms and kiss him but I fought back.

“Yn! Come here!” Laurel shouts from the living room and I shed Conrad a sympathetic smile, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

He only nods before walking up the stairs. I let out a huge sigh of relief because I seriously don’t think I’ve been breathing while talking to him. I walk carefully over to the living room to avoid any jump scares from Laurel and Susannah.

I was surprised to see something else. It’s the dress.

The dress I wanted.

“Oh my.. you got me—”

“The dress, of course.” Susannah runs a hand down the dress, revealing its silky shine. Laurel stands proudly. “We already showed Belly hers. This one was made for you, though.”

“Thank you thank you!” I jump and run into both of their arms at the same time. I truly was thankful. Things haven’t always been easy between me and Laurel, but everything was better now. This is good, how it’s supposed to be.

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“You guys seriously need to talk this out, okay?” Shayla pats the seat next to Nicole and I reluctantly sit. No, I still haven’t talked to Nicole because I’m pissed at her for leaving us in the cove naked.

I decide to make the first move, “Nicole, I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t think—”

“It’s fine, yn. Conrad isn’t that special, i’m here with someone else anyways?” She says it with such spite in her voice, like she could get anybody in the world. Granted, she was really pretty.

“Can you at least let me explain?” I plead.

She slowly nods and I take a deep breath before explaining, “Look, I’ve had a crush on Conrad for.. a long time. We used to be best friends since we were 10, and last summer, things changed between us.” I read her face before continuing and she looks okay, “But, Conrad took everything away. He decided when we talked. He just, discarded our friendship. Whatever it was. Listen, Nicole, I swear to you it’s over between me and Conrad.”

She laughs a little which sends me into confusion, “Yn, nobody gets over their first love. Not completely.” Her words took me back to what Susannah said this morning. Why was everyone saying Conrad was my first love?

You idiot, because he was. Is.

“It’s not your fault Conrad’s a fuck boy. He makes every girl feel invincible and then drops them. It’s no secret Belly liked him too, you know.”

This time, i’m the one laughing. “I guess we have a type, huh?”

“I don’t blame you though.” Nicole’s voice gets more serious: “I get it. Conrad’s your first love. And first loves.. kinda the ocean. It never really stops.”

I never thought of it that way. But it was true. My love for Conrad was never ending. I would always love him, no matter how deep I buried him, he’d always be there, a piece of me.

Nicole goes back to applying her makeup and I sit there for a moment, completely in a world of my own.

—

Age 13, Summer.

Learning to swim was a lot harder than I thought. The water felt tense against my body like it was constantly threatening to drown me.

“I can’t do this, Con.”

He splashes my face a little, “Yes you can, stop being a baby.”

I groan and he starts to tread into the deep end, “Just, swim to me. Nothings gonna happen to you if you just put your arms out and push.”

Just swim. Can’t be that hard?

I slowly nod and breathe in a little. Swimming has never come easy to me. Belly was so good at it, so I vowed to myself I would get it one today. Conrad promised he would help me too.

I push myself forward off the wall and move my hands in the motion Conrad taught me. His words kept me going. “Good, see, swim to me.” I didn’t really know where he was so when I looked up from the water I was halfway there. He was treading on the water with his arms out to me and I must have been staring to long because my body stopped and I was succumbed to a sea of blue.

My body fought to push to the surface but everything Conrad told me wasn’t registering. I was screaming and I felt the water fill my lungs. It was burning. I was burning.

A strong pair of arms pulled me up and my eyesight was so blurry I could barely see him. Conrad pulled me against his chest and I wrapped my arms around his figure. He was only about to be a freshman in high school but his dad had him on intense football workouts, so he was strong.

Once we got to the shore Conrad placed me on the ledge but I didn’t let go of him. I coughed some water out of my lungs and he patted my back.

“I’m really sorry. This is all my fault. I distracted you.”

“No, no. This isn’t your fault at all Conrad. I- I’m just bad at this.”

“Your perfect. Don’t say that.” He stroked my head and it wasn’t very often you would see Conrad like this. So vulnerable. Susannah said he was only like this with me and her. Laurel occasionally too.

“You.. you saved my life.”

A soft chuckle escapes his lips and he turns my head to face him, “What was I supposed to do? Let you drown?”

“Thank you.” I nuzzle my head into his shoulder but my breaths were still unorganized and all over the place. I guess almost drowning will do that to you.

“I’ll never let you drown, yn.” He whispers into my ear.

And he never has. He hasn’t let me drown in many ways, even till today.

—

Present day:

I patted the last bit of blush on Belly’s cheeks but i’m guessing most of it was from our talk about Jeremiah. She seemed to actually really like him.

“I don’t know.. I feel like he’s holding back.” She says through a raspy sigh. I gulp remembering me and Jeremiah’s talk from a couple days ago.

“Belly,” I say, nudging her arm a little bit. She looks at me with those beautiful little innocent Belly eyes.

“What?”

“Jeremiah talked to me.. he said he’s worried that you still like Conrad.”

“Oh.” She leans her head down but i’m quick to tip it back up with one of my hands to face me, “But he wants to be with you. He really does.”

“How do you know? What if it’s too late?” She whispers to me and to herself. I know this feeling, the feeling when your best friend becomes your love and your scared to loose them.

“Trust me. Jeremiah loves you. It’s pretty obvious too, Belly.” My words force a smile out of her lips and she looks around the room before inhaling. “I’m gonna get changed, okay?”

I nod and realize that I should probably get changed too. This was it- Josh would be waiting for me outside (Platonically, like he’s mentioned so many times because apparently he has a girlfriend now) and the rest of my family. Conrad would be there.

After I got changed, it was just me and Belly in the dressing room. We both grabbed our bouquets and just stared at each other for a moment. It would always be us, this summer taught me that.

We both make our way out the room and behind the stage. To say I was nervous was a fucking understatement.

Names of girls and boys got called many times before it was Belly and Jeres turn. Of course Belly wasn’t nervous- who would be nervous when Jeremiah Fisher looks at you like that? He really could make a girl feel that special, and I was proud that Belly had finally realized it.

Josh was stood behind Jeremiah and he gave me a little wave, which to I reciprocated.

“Lastly, we have yn conklin and Josh Bestford.” The lady pauses her speech and me and Josh shuffle up to the stage, the lights shining on us. Picture screens went off and I smiled like Susannah told me too.

“You look nice.” Josh says through his teeth. I nudge him a little.

“I could say the same about you.” He was a good friend, Josh. It’s not always that someone would be that nice to you after finding out you liked someone else while talking to them.

Over at our table, I could see Belly handing my mom the flowers and hugging both her and Susannah. She even hugged Conrad too. That’s when he looked at me, with those fucking blue eyes I can’t ignore. He smiled a little bit which sent me to a whole other planet. I sent a weak smile back.

After all, it was Conrad.

Josh and I made our way over to the table and I handed Susannah my flowers. Her eyes were glossy and for a moment I wondered why but I shook the feeling off. “You look beautiful, yn. My special girl.”

Tears prickled at my face but I sipped them up not wanting to ruin my makeup.

I hugged my dad and even Cleveland, who showed up as Laurels date. I waved at Conrad because I was in no shape to hug him. At all.

Now, it was time for the boys dance. Since Josh was a late addition he was stumbling on the moves a little bit but it actually made the dance so much better. Jeremiah’s head was definitely somewhere else because he stopped smiling halfway through.

Once the dance was finished, Laurel took off without explanation and Jeremiah followed suit. Belly tried to grab him but he was too quick. Too panicked. I walked over to Conrad who seemed just as confused as I was.

“What’s going on with Jeremiah? He seems disoriented.” Conrad shrugs. “I don’t know, but something’s definitely wrong with Laurel.”

I tried to recall some moments from earlier, but nothing added up. I knew something was different though. Susannah was sleeping more but Laurel always told me not to worry.

10 minutes later, the deb dance is about to start and there’s no trace of Jeremiah, or josh.

Girls start lining up and me and Belly look over at each other with only one readable expression: panic. Utter panic that every girls worse fears are coming true.

Or only mine.

Jeremiah rushes into the room with glossy eyes and ruffled hair. Susannah went to ask him what’s wrong but his only focus was being their for Belly. That’s Jeremiah for you.

My phone dings at the table and I quickly grab it to see a text from Josh.

I owe you big. My sister got admitted to the hospital for her condition and I gotta be there. I’m really sorry.

No. no. no.

I couldn’t be mad, I would probably leave too. This is just the worst timing. It’s like that dream where your in a classroom naked and everyone is laughing at you. That’s this feeling.

Belly mouths ‘where’s Josh?’ to me but the only thing I can do is shrug my shoulders. Girls begin their faint whispers and I only hope i’m dreaming.

When I turn around to go back to the table, Conrad is walking towards me. In that moment, everything slowed, and it all made sense. His eyes were glued to me and In that sole moment I existed only for him. He existed only for me. Love spilled out of my veins and onto the dress I was wearing with every step he took towards me.

He was here. He finally showed up.

From the times I almost drowned to when I was sick or stuck at sea in a storm, Conrad was the light. My light. I fell in love with him a long time ago and I can’t believe it took me this long to realize it. Accept it.

He was inches away from me and a small smile crept up on both our lips. His hand touched mine and interlaced out fingers. “I think I remember, most of the steps or something.”

I laugh a little before we both walk over to our lines. His eyes stay on mine and he nods a little. I send him a smile as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, Belly is watching. This time, it’s different. It’s not with the frustration she’s showed me this whole summer whenever I spent time with Conrad. It’s somewhere along the lines of pain, and regret. Maybe regret that she kept her feelings for Conrad in (even though it was very obvious) or maybe it was because she was watching her childhood crush be with her sister.

I couldn’t feel guilty anymore. I was done with that. My whole life, it’s always been about Belly. Being there for her, pleasing her. It was time to have something for myself, something I loved. That was the moment I knew.

I love Conrad Fisher.

And I always will. He was a part of my veins, in my veins.

He pissed me off, made me go crazy, but there’s one thing i’m sure of. That I love him. I won’t apologize for that. As i’m standing here, across the ball room looking at him, everything leading up to this moment is worth it.

The music begins and the dance starts quickly. Conrad was good at everything, which may have caused much drama in his family but ended up being great right now. He was amazing. Rusty on some steps, but still good.

I’ll never forget the way his hands touch my hips, with such force. If we’d had fallen off the tallest building, I don’t think he would’ve let go. That’s how strong his grip was on me. But then it was gentle. He held my hands so softly and offered me his warmest smile.

I was no fool, though. Sometimes the smile was hidden in a truthful ‘I wanna take your clothes off’ manner.

He spun me into his chest halfway through the dance and ran a hand down my neck, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

I roll my eyes as we separate before putting our hands up to meet each others, another dumb part of the dance. “Eyes up, Fisher.”

“I’m serious.”

“And i’m serious, too.” He only smirks before pulling me into his chest, and my gaze is locked on his. The music winds down and a wave of disappointment fills my lungs. I didn’t want this to end. Everything would then go back to normal.

Jeremiah is quick to walk away from Belly and straight over to us. His face conveys only one emotion: Anger. Anger at somebody.

“Conrad. We need to talk.”

Conrad looks around a little before turning back to Jeremiah, “What’s going on?”

“It’s- it’s about mom.”

Conrad whole tune changes and I can’t even read what’s going on. Belly scrambles over to us and mouths a ‘what’s going on’ to me but I shake my head rapidly. I don’t even know what’s happening.

Jeremiah rambles for a little about something not being right before Conrad places a hand in his chest. “It’s okay, Jere.”

That was enough for Jeres eyes to go dark, “You know?”

I throw my hands up in the hair, “I’m sorry, what’s going on?” Jeremiah ignores me and instead leans forward and punches Conrad in the face. I grab onto Belly’s arm and we look at each other in pure shock. People gasp in the crowd and on the dance floor as well.

Jeremiah keeps trying to fight Conrad but is rejected by Conrad restraining him. He doesn’t wanna fight Jeremiah, of course he doesn’t.

“What the hell is going on?” Belly whisper yells to me.

“I don’t know!” Is all I can manage to say back.

Sirens go on in my mind, but I can’t seem to think clear. What is Jeremiah so worried about? What does Conrad know? It’s about Susannah.

The sleeping in all summer, wanting this summer to be perfect.. it doesn’t make sense. None of this fucking adds up to me.

“Boys! Stop it right now!” I’m sliced out of my thoughts by Susannah yelling at the boys, to which they oblige. The anger stricken face Jeremiah Fisher once held was replaced with something that only meant horrible things: pain. Pure and utter fucking pain.

“Mom…” Jeremiah says in a shaky voice. Conrad shakes his geese repeatedly. That’s when I know it can’t be good. None of this is good. Susannah looks between her two boys with her beautiful bright eyes that now show full concern.

“We know, mom.” Know? Know what?

Susannah’s face drops, as does Laurel’s in the back. I look at Belly who has the same unrecognizable face as I do.

“What down everybody seem to know here that we don’t?” Belly motions between me and her and all the attention is on us now.

“Oh, girls.” Is all Susannah can manage to whimper out of her mouth.

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A/N: i’m actually gonna cry you guys :( only one more chapter left. I promise you this next one will be really long, I wanna send this story out with a banggg. love you all <3

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#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #belly conklin #conrad x reader #team jeremiah #tsitp #love

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

yayyyy 💕 then can i ask for a scenario in which the reader, who’s a trans guy, volunteering to be the bride in the ghost groom scenario and threatening to stab anyone who says anything about him looking like a girl with platonic feng xin + mu qing and romantic hualian? (or just xie lian, since technically hua cheng is only there for like, .5 seconds lol)

(💥 anon)

Masculine Bride?

HuaLian x ftm(?)reader

IM SO SORRY 😔 I'VE HAD THE WORST FEW MONTHS OF MY LIFE BUT I LIVE I WILL BE COMPLETING REQUESTS AGAIN THANKS FOR NOT GIVING UP ON ME AGAIN GUYS ☺️🖤

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☀️Feng Xin didn't want to be in this ridiculous mission at all. He has to deal with Mu Qing in disguise and he has to see Xie Lian who was once his best friend. So it feels a little awkward to him but he gets to see you too! So he's quite happy to see you and Xie Lian again

☀️When he finds out that the plan is to disguise as a bride he immediately says Nuh uh. No way he's doing that, Mu Qing would never live it down.

☀️But when you offer to disguise as the bride, since you do looke somewhat androgynous he's like great!

☀️He doesn't have to do it and he can protect you if you all get in harms way

☀️Honestly he's surprised you volunteered so quickly. Feng Xin knows you'd rather stay in your male form and he knows you don't like appearing feminine much these days. Gods do it all the time so Feng Xin doesn't mind. Have you seen Shi Qingxuan?

☀️So everything was going great, they got you dressed and the one village girl did your makeup so you didn't look like a clown. But then they ran into those annoying men again.

☀️ They were congratulating Xie Lian, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin for finding a pretty bride and even wanted to join up, but they all knew the men just wanted to eat off their success.

☀️So when you laughed and explained you did make a good bride even though you're a man, No one really laughed. The men had genuinely thought you were a woman sooo they try to call your bluff.

☀️You did in fact change forms to look more like a bride but it doesn't feel good to have every single feminine feature to be pointed out. You're used to it so you weren't going to say anything but the group of men freeze and their skin pales when you hear a crack behind you

☀️Feng Xin may or may not have broken a pillar. May or may not have damaged his own temple. . .

☀️it succeeds in shutting the men up because what man is able to just break a God's pillar?!

☀️Feng Xin has to admit he's pretty irritable, but hearing the group of men bully you just pisses him off. He knows he's supposed to be in disguise and not gain your attention but he can't stand by and watch you be passive about it.

☀️ When the men practically evacuate the area you only laugh softly and link arms with him saying, "I found my guard!" You already know it's Feng Xin🙄

🌕Mu Qing was also your best friend and you never really gave him the chance to distance himself from you like he distanced himself from Xie Lian.

🌕Mu Qing has been with you a long time and he knows you're more comfortable identifying as a man. He has no issue with it. It took some time getting used to but he doesn't care as long as you're happy.

🌕so hearing the group of men start pointing you out so blatantly ticks him off. He knows he can't harm mortals but he sure wishes he could.

🌕It's not against the rules to threaten them though, so when he threatened to cut off their hand because it's rude to point isn't against the rules either.

🌕You were surprised honestly, Mu Qing doesn't care about a lot of things and doesn't usually get violent unless it's with Feng Xin.

🌕but you laugh when the group of men run off and you lean on Mu Qing. Saying you're so happy to have your own personal protector

🪷Xie Lian doesn't really fight. It's not that he can't he just doesn't see a point to do so.

🪷but that doesn't mean he'll let people bully you either

🪷 You've stuck with him for awhile so you're used to just taking mean words in stride. Xie Lian has never let them get away with it though.

🪷So it comes as a Surprise to you all when Xie Lian uses rou'ye to tie the group of men up together and he "advised them to go away before something unfortunate happens"

🪷You smiles and kiss his cheek, linking arms with him with a smile.

🪷"You're cute when you're protective"

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader #tgcf feng xin #tgcf mu qing #tgcf feng xin x reader #tgcf mu qing x reader #trans reader #ftm #mxtx tgcf

[jelliclekay]

Kay Sees Regional Cats

I saw my first regional Cats production the other day! It was so exciting to go see a local theater production of Cats. I'll be honest, I don't really pay much mind to the regional production bootlegs of Cats that exist on YouTube. But when I learned a theater only an hour from me was putting on Cats, I knew I had to go, especially since the US tour ended and there's been no news in site of any official production picking up anytime soon.

My expectations were fairly low- I knew going in it was just a small community theater doing the show, and it obviously wasn't going to be anywhere near the official production. That said, the performance was incredible and blew my small expectations totally out of the water. This is going to be a long write-up of all my thoughts on the vocals, dancing, and character interpretations, so thank you for anyone who decides to read my ramblings!

Here's a photo of the set and the cast list.

One thing you may notice is, well, how many cats there are. From my understanding, the performing arts center who put this on combined their theater department and their dancing department. The majority of the cats were played by young dancers who only appeared on stage during the heavy dance numbers. Yes, there were many kids in this show.

In fact, all the vocals were done by and really only by Munkustrap, Tugger, Demeter, Bombalurina, Jemima, Old Deut, Jelly, Jenny, Skimble, Griz, Bustopher and Gus.

Costume wise, the unitards and warmers were the weakest part. Very faded looking unitards with normal winter-wear warmers rather than the standard Cats warmers. The wigs and makeup were all London replica, and a lot of the wigs were so nice. I assume most of them just looked up their characters and did whatever makeup first popped up on Google.

The Munkustrap was incredible, by far the best Munk vocally that I've ever seen. I could not rave enough about him. He did everything perfectly, and I would love to see his performer go on to play him in an actual official production.

Jenny was so fun, and she actually stayed in her Gumbie coat the entire show. She would frequently just nap during numbers.

Demeter slept during Tugger's number and looked annoyed and hissed at him when he tried to interact with her during it. Queen shit, honestly.

Bustopher and Gus were played by two separate performers, which meant Bustopher got to hang on stage the entire time! Also, he had his giant spoon.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer did not sing their song. They were both played by dancers, while Bomb and Munk sang the song in the background. It was an interesting choice, but like I said, I love Munk's vocals, so I was happy to hear more of him.

The Jellicle Ball itself was cut down significantly. There was no pas de deux, and they didn't do the part where Griz shows up halfway through. This was probably my biggest disappointment for the entire show, but I also wasn't all that surprised.

A change that I really loved and would love to see implemented was Old Deut AND Jemima staying to listen to the Memory prelude.

During Moments of Happiness, Old Deut himself reached out and led Jemima up to sing her lines. The Jemima had a BEAUTIFUL voice as well.

Jelly and Gus were SO good. Her voice was perfect for the character, and it was so nice getting to see a performer who wasn't John Anker Bow as Gus. This production did Gus Pekes. Demeter and Tantomile were the lead Peke and Pollicle, which I thought was cute. Also, they added a fun bit where Gus got a hairball when he came out as the Rumpus Cat.

A small detail was that Griz was in the back basically the entire time singing along. Seeing her hiding away, but still singing along with everyone made her character feel even more tragic.

Macavity didn't kidnap Old Deut persay as much as he just led him away with a giant cat toy. It was so silly (in the most positive way possible)

The Macavity number was interesting, and not in a bad way. Demeter and Bomb took turns singing into a microphone and would physically push one another out of the way. As someone who wishes the professional productions would have Demeter and Bomb be Meaner to one another, this really scratched my itch for them to be more catty to one another.

During the Macavity fight, Tanto and Cori were the ones who led Demeter to safety. Ships were the farthest thing from my mind when watching this production, but Demeter and Tantomile were so close in this production. and I just really loved that, and it makes me wanna make them close in my hcs now.

Tugger helped Munk fight Mac!! And it was bad ass!! I loved it. More Tugger fighting please and thank you

I don't really have much to say about Misto. He was played by a younger dancer, and the solo was about what you would expect from a regional production. It was still fun to see, and just sparked so much joy just hearing the song in general.

Griz sang directly to Demeter for a lot of Memory. Her voice was great, no complaints there. I honestly thought they were going to have Demeter be the first to touch her, but that honor was given to Old Deut and Munk instead.

The Ad-Dressing really got me. I already get emotional whenever I hear the song normally, but hearing it live even at just a regional production after so long almost made me break down. The cats all came into the aisles too!!

And that was my experience at regional Cats! All in all, it was so much better than I expected, and I had such a fun time. If there's ever a local theater doing Cats near you, definitely go and check it out. Supporting local theater is important, and who knows, you might be completely blown away by some of the performers you see. I know I was!

#feel free to ask any questions about anything i didnt cover #this was just an overview of things i noticed and really liked but im sure ill remember more #cats the musical