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chimielie · 3 years

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lia congrats on 500!!! your event is so cute (and the banner looks great ^^). I'd like to request a slice of life fic with kuroo and "stop looking at me that way" please! thank you in advance and I hope you have fun writing <3

hi hi !! tysm lolol i sure did work on it (sob) and thank u for being the first req <3

kuroo tetsuro + “stop looking at me that way!” + slice of life

Your couch is a warm, dusty red shade, fitting in among the wooden accents of your other furniture pieces and with the lamps that cast golden light over the apartment you share with Tetsuro. Technically, the couch is Tetsuro’s, a relic of his first experiences with living independently.

The couch creaks beneath your back as you scream and try to wriggle away from your boyfriend, who doesn’t relent as he digs his fingers into your side and cackles.

“Stop— tickling me— you asshole,” you gasp, your breath short from trying to knock him off of you. “I’m not even— I’m not even ticklish, I swear to fucking— get off!”

“Are you sure?” He grins, slotting his knee between your legs, stretching one leg out to dig his weirdly flexible toes into the side of your foot, one hand tracing up to test the sensitivity of the patch of skin beneath your ear while the other stubbornly tickles your side and stomach harder. “You seem like you’re ticklish, I don’t know—”

“Ha!” Your hands are in his armpits, which he’d forgotten to leave unprotected and you knew were ticklish. He shrieks, rolling over onto his stomach while you struggle out from beneath him to sit triumphantly on his back. “I win!”

Your victory is swiftly undermined by the sudden sway of the room around you, and you gasp and cling to Tetsuro as the both of you teeter off the edge of the sofa. You relax your face and open your eyes only after making contact with the floor, your legs wrapped around Tetsuro’s torso and your arms gripping his shoulders. Your head is elevated off the ground by mere inches, your chin digging into the soft spot between his shoulder and neck while he’s wrapped himself around you just as tightly.

“You okay?” He asks, and you laugh— it’s more of a wheeze, the wind still knocked out of your body— and nod.

“You pushed me off the couch, jerk.”

“How can you possibly be spinning this to make me the villain, cold-hearted snake?” You roll your eyes and expect him to ring the bell on a wrestling rematch, but instead, once you’ve refocused, you realize that you’re now lying flat on your back beneath him. He’s propped up over you, his t-shirt sleeves exposing his flexing biceps and some visible veins.

“You’re, uh, stupidly vascular, you know that?” You ask him, your breathlessness only partially caused by your recent fall. He huffs a low laugh and when you look back up at his face (not his neck, not his hair, flopping into his eyes) you don’t see what you expect at all.

Tetsuro has a reputation, one of being a know-it-all and a charmer and of having sexual appeal. You’re familiar with that side of him, the one that wined and dined you ‘till you went home with him, that looks at you with burning golden eyes, that wears low-slung grey sweatpants shirtless around the apartment and kisses you senseless whenever he gets the chance.

The side you see now isn’t sexy. Instead, he’s looking down at you with an expression you rarely see, so soft and open you feel almost embarrassed by the rush of feeling that rises in you in immediate response. His gaze is molten, yes, but the intensity of his mien tells you exactly which emotion is informing it. You feel your cheeks heat, far more than they do when you’re joking about purely physical intimacy, and you squirm a little beneath him.

“Stop looking at me that way,” your voice drops almost to a whisper. Tetsuro, you think dazedly, is overwhelming.

“What way?” He murmurs, and rolls over so you’re both lying on your sides, still looking at each other.

“Like you’re in love with me,” you say softly, a smile curving your lips. You nudge his foot with your own, your eyes dropping temporarily before coming back up to his face; he’s still admiring you.

“I am in love with you.” It’s not the first time he’s said it, probably not even the hundredth, but the laugh warming his voice makes the sensation new all over again.

You sit up straight, and then he’s kissing you, your back up against the cushiony surface of the couch’s welt, your eyes shut tightly as he kisses you so, so slowly, not teasing, just taking his time. Tetsuro’s touch isn’t burning, now, just an aureate warmth that makes you feel flushed with adoration all the way from your cheeks to your curling toes. Your hands find their way into his hair, thick and surprisingly soft, pulling him closer to you. He sighs a little and kisses you more deeply; you smile a little and pull back to take a breath.

One of the most ancient descriptions of kissing is the act of inhaling each other’s soul. Sometimes, Tetsuro kisses you in ways that blank your brain of thought; now, he kisses you so that your mind is full of the bliss that comes with the certainty you'll have moments like this again and again and again and— you pull him back and kiss him again.

the love letters (chimielie follower event) masterlist can be found here!

#lia's love letters!#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #this took so long to post because i couldn't figure out a format sorryyyyy

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gracelessfighters · 4 years

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flower crowns

JJ Maybank x female reader

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has her feet in both worlds of the pogues and the kooks but she loves the pogue side more and this is shown when she defends JJ at Midsummers (i’m so sorry this summary is awful)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, a bit of fighting - but I think that’s it

(gif not mine credit to @rudypankows)

A/N: This is the first time I’ve actually posted anything I’ve written and ngl as it goes on it kinda gets worse but oh well - any feedback would be great though! :)

Being raised with both Pogues and Kooks meant you knew what both sides were like, your mum was a pogue who married your dad, a kook; and despite the class differences they were happy and that’s what they wanted for you as well. This meant throughout your childhood you had experienced both sides - the freedom and fun of the Pogues and the luxuries of the kooks.

Although because most kooks were so up themselves you preferred to be around your friends on the cut, your Pogues: John B, JJ, Pope and Kie; and luckily your parents allowed you to spend lots of time with them, whether on your small adventures or on HMS Pogue, it didn’t matter as you felt like you belonged with them.

For the past two weeks you had been on the mainland looking at college options and visiting some of your family, which meant it had been ages since you’d seen your friends - and you really missed them. Luckily though, tonight was Midsummers and you knew you’d definitely be able to see Kie and ask her about everybody, and maybe see some of the others too.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, a yellow silk dress hugging all your curves, delicate make up with black winged eyeliner and a daisy flower crown on the top of your curled hair. Even you thought you looked quite nice, especially as you don’t dress up often.

“Y/N can I come in?” Your mum knocked at your door, and began opening it after you replied back yes

She stopped at the sight of you, “oh wow Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful, I might even start crying”

“Please don’t” you laughed back, “We both spent quite a bit of time on our make up, we don’t want to ruin it just yet.”

She chuckled, “True, come on then lets go downstairs so your dad can take a ridiculous number of pictures of us then we’ll head out.”

She had been right about your dad wanting to take loads photos of you and your mum, some of them with him in them as well, but however much it annoyed you, you enjoyed this time together as you always loved spending time with them.

By the time you arrived at the venue, the party was already in full swing, with some people dancing but most chatting on the sidelines, probably discussing business deals you thought. You quickly said bye to your parents so you could begin your search for Kie, moving through the crowds at a slight speed.

You saw her then, talking to Pope by the looks of it, and rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. She squealed in delight when she realised it was you and turned around so she could hug you properly.

“Holy shit Y/N you look amazing!” She said when you finally broke away from your hug.

“Thanks, but it’s nothing compared to what you look like, I mean how can you look this good!?” You reply to her, a huge smile on your face, you had really missed being around your friends, you thought.

Pope cleared his throat behind you, “is nobody gonna compliment how I look? I mean I clearly spent hours on my outfit tonight.”

Laughing you pulled him into a tight hug, “you look even better than us Pope, so there’s no need to worry.”

You three stayed like that for a little while just chatting about what you had missed whilst you were away, and it seemed like a lot. Still listening to the ongoing conversation, you scanned your eyes over the crowd, taking it all in when you made eye contact with JJ and sent him a small smile which he returned straight away.

You stood like that, smiling at each other, for what felt like ages when it was suddenly broken when Rafe approached him and caught JJ’s attention. You saw the small bit of panic appear on JJ’s face as he quickly moved away from Rafe and his goons, trying to lose them in the crowd, and failing miserably. Then they all began running, disappearing into the house.

You had seen this situation play out in many different ways before and you knew JJ was going to get beaten up and most of the adults here wouldn’t lift a finger to stop it. You quickly told Kie and Pope that you were heading inside for a little bit as they were unaware of what was going on.

Picking up the hem of your dress and walking as quickly as you could in the heels you were wearing, you headed into the house trying to guess where they all would’ve ran to. The first five rooms you checked were empty other than a few people chatting in them, and you slowly began to realise your efforts might not mean anything as this was a huge house and you didn’t even know the layout. Just as you began giving up, you heard a small commotion coming from the locker room, and without hesitation you opened the door.

The scene in front of you made your blood boil, there were five of them in total, all laughing as Kelce held JJ in a head lock. They were so busy threatening him they hadn’t even noticed you come into the room, and lean against the wall with your arms crossed.

“Are you really so incapable of fighting your own fights, that you need four other people to help you beat up one guy Rafe?” You say from where you’re standing, all of their heads turning to see who was talking, JJ’s eyes widening when he saw you, you quickly made eye contact with him as he seemed to plead with his eyes that you leave him. As if you would ever leave any of your friends to be beaten up though, so you looked away from him and turned your attention back to Rafe who had finally spoken up.

“Fuck off Y/N, this isn’t anything to do with you.” He snarled

Ignoring his comment you continued, “I mean imagine having such a small dick that you feel the need to constantly get into fights to make up for that fact, and then you don’t even win the fights. I mean come on it’s a little pathetic.”

You heard JJ snigger at this, but you were more focused on Rafe who was now moving towards you.

“Listen here you little bitch, you can’t talk to me like that - you may live in Figure 8 but you’re still scum and you don’t want to mess with me.”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything as he was now standing directly in front of you.

You winced as he grabbed your left wrist, his hand tightening as he leant to talk in your ear, “you can’t do anything to stop me because you’re weak and it’s not like your little boyfriend can jump in and help you.”

The sounds of JJ struggling against Kelce’s grip were getting louder along with him shouting to let you go.

“Get off her Rafe you piece of shit.”

You could hear the panic in his voice now and before the situation escalated any more you head butted Rafe with as much force as you could manage, hearing his nose crack underneath you. He stumbled away letting you go, your head now pounding.

Just as Rafe regained his bearings, the door to the locker room was opened by a security guard who clearly didn’t want to deal with this so before Rafe could get a word in, obviously to blame you or JJ, or both to be honest, you cleared your throat.

“I’m so sorry sir but me and my date,” indicating JJ with a wave of your hand, “got lost and these lovely gentlemen were just helping us out when one of them fell and hit his face, and we’re just trying to help them.” This lie sounded less believable with every word you said, and the security guard was obviously not fooled but still asked you and JJ to follow him out, leaving a seething Rafe and his mates behind.

You felt JJ nudge your shoulder as you walked, “so I’m your date huh?”

Turning to look at his face, an annoying smirk playing at his lips, “it’s all part of the cover Bub, don’t get too attached.” Patting his shoulder you sped up a little trying to keep up with the weirdly fast security guard.

JJ also sped up slightly, matching your speed, apparently wanting to still be irritating as he continued, “Would it really be so awful to date? I mean I’m sure as hell more attracted to you after seeing you not only stand up to Rafe but break his fucking nose as well - which was amazing by the way.”

Grinning, you turned to look at him again, “Yeah the absolute bitch of a headache I’ve got now is 100% worth it, although I feel like his retaliation might make me regret that.”

“It will be fine and if he tries to do anything to hurt you, I’ll protect you,” pausing he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer, “because that’s what a good date would do.”

Rolling your eyes, but still smiling like an idiot at his comments you wrapped your arm around his waist and sarcastically replied “oh wow JJ Maybank what would I do without you?”

He let out a little laugh but before he could say something, the security guard interrupted him,

“Either you can both leave this party in a nice subtle manner or you can cause even more of a scene and I’ll get others involved, including your parents Miss Y/L/N.”

You never realised that your family name was well known until situations like this, which always made you feel awkward but nonetheless you took it in stride like everything else.

JJ had leant towards your ear and whispered, “Do you trust me?”

In a heartbeat you replied, “Of course.” And took his hand that he had held out for you.

He smiled brightly and squeezed your hand just as he started running, dragging you with him towards the main part of the party, with the security guard following closely behind trying to stop whatever JJ was about to do.

“It’s okay everybody, there’s no need to panic! Leave it to the men and women in uniform.”

You were smiling at his outburst, his hand still in yours, but you couldn’t help thinking about what your parents thought of this, unfortunately there was no turning back now so you stayed in pace with him.

He continued, “Rose you look like Lady Liberty, by this point the security had gotten ahold of JJ once again which caused an outburst from Kie.

“Let go of him! You can’t boot him - we invited him here” she indicated at you, whilst her parents tried to stop her from talking, “we’re members of this club.”

“Hey mandatory power hour at Rixon’s Kie; Pope, you as well right?” JJ shouted, “Workers of the world unite - throw off your chains!”

Pope and Kie then both ran to catch up with the two of you, ignoring the protests from their parents, and you let go of JJ’s hand briefly to hug pope whilst JJ hugged Kiara and then you all ran off together. You loved your friends, but you were starting to think maybe you loved JJ in a different way.

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thejolexgroupchat · 3 years

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the one where they met in med school - part twenty-three

i think you all can tell by the gif what’s coming in this fic...

this one is one our favorites enjoy! - @iamtrebleclefstories @doc-pickles & Nat

if you haven’t read parts 1-22, you can find them here

Also... this has some M rated content. Read at your own discretion ;)

(March 2009 cont.)

Jo was exhausted, more so than she’d ever thought she had been before. Her day had been shitty, she’d been barfed on twice, and she hadn’t seen Alex since she rolled out of bed that morning. The moment that Shepherd came up to her and let her know that she could leave for the day, she jumped at the opportunity and rushed to change out of her scrubs as quickly as possible. All she wanted at the moment was to get into the loft, take off her shoes, and drink a bottle of wine while her and Alex snuggled on the couch.

Of course, why would anything work out for her? The door was jammed, something that it had a habit of doing in the winter months that drove her insane. Despite her upper body strength, she was never quite able to pry the heavy metal door open without Alex’s help. A groan left her as she began to dig through her purse in search of her phone. She didn’t think Alex was home, meaning she would have to call him and then wait for him to get there before she could get in.

Frustrated tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to find her phone, the emotions she’d been holding back all day coming to a head when she realized she would be stuck in the hallway until Alex came home. The small inconvenience was the tipping point for her as she slid down the door and began to cry loudly.

“Jo? What are you doing?” the door opened suddenly, Jo falling backwards as Alex pulled it back. She looked up from her place on the floor, eyes staring up at Alex in confusion. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t open the door,” Jo made no effort to move from her spot laid out on the floor as she cried. “And then I couldn’t find my phone and I got puked on today and I just want some wine.” Alex kneeled down next to her, a small smile on his lips as he brushed her hair out of her face, “I have wine inside, you gotta get up though.” Jo took Alex’s outstretched hand, standing up and following him into their apartment. The living room was dark, the lights off but the room illuminated by dozens of candles that laid out everywhere. Jo turned around to look at Alex, who wore a crooked grin on his face as she looked up at him, “Wh—how? How’d you do all this?” “Bailey let me go early,” Alex shrugged, wrapping his arms around Jo’s waist. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Jo blinked once, twice, a third time before a gasp escaped her and her brain caught up with what was happening. The candles, the button up shirt her boyfriend was wearing, the stupid grin on Alex’s face… It all made sense now, “You let me lay on the floor? You’re planning on proposing and you let me lay on the damn floor?!”

“I got you to stand up! If I had known you were gonna lay on the floor I would have stopped you,” Alex laughed, kissing Jo sweetly before pulling back. “Now there’s something I’ve gotta do. It’s a little cheesy, but…” Jo watched in shock and awe as Alex kneeled down in front of her, grasping her hands in his as he looked up at her with a stupid grin, “Before you, I was just some stupid selfish kid riding through life without a care in the world. And then I met you and something in my stupid brain told me that you were different, you were worth it. And for some reason I decided to listen to that little part of my brain and… it was the best decision I could’ve made. Before I met you I always wanted to run, but I couldn’t run from you, not when you feel so much like home. Not when you’re the only person who’s loved me for exactly who I am… You’re so screwed up that you make me make sense. You and me, we just fit. And I want it all with you, everything else that happens from here on out I want you there with me, Jo. So…” Alex reached into his pocket, Jo’s breath hitching in her throat as she watched in slow motion as he opened the velvet box in his hands. The stupid cheesy grin on his face seemed to grow tenfold as he stared up at her with teary, hopeful eyes, “Josephine Wilson, will you please do me the immense honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes! Hell yes, a million times yes,” Jo leaned down and pressed her hands against Alex’s cheeks, kissing him soundly as she struggled to hold back her tears. “This makes up for all the barf and the laying on the floor.”

Alex laughed as he let a few tears escape his eyes. He stood up and slid the ring he’d spent the past two weeks obsessing over on Jo’s finger, marveling at the sight of it finally on her hand. He stared at her for a couple seconds, in awe of the woman in front of him. This was real. Jo had actually agreed to marry him.

Jo must’ve noticed his amused expression because she looked at him weirdly, “What?”

“Nothing,” Alex shrugged, a light chuckle escaping. “It’s just… out of everything in the history of my life, nothing has surprised me more than getting you to agree to marry me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jo brought her hand up to his face again. “I love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible. You make me feel safe and at home. You are my heart. Why wouldn’t I want to marry you?”

At that moment, Alex didn’t really think there were words that could articulate everything he wanted to say to Jo. So, he did what he did best. He decided to show her.

Leaning in for another kiss, Alex wrapped his arms around Jo, pulling her close to him. Jo buried her hands in his hair, kissing him back as if he was the very air she needed to breathe. When they finally parted, Alex allowed his lips to trail down the column of her throat. He let Jo’s soft gasps and whimpers be his guide as he led them over to the couch just a few feet away.

Jo giggled as they fell back onto the couch cushions, “Really? The couch. We just got engaged and you want to have sex on the couch? The bed is right there.”

“I’m impatient,” Alex’s hands found their way underneath her shirt and teased her exposed skin, causing Jo to shiver. “And I really don’t think you want me to stop, so I’m going to keep going. Besides, I told Shepherd we weren’t coming in tomorrow, so we’ve got all night to celebrate.”

“All night?” Jo raised her eyebrows. “Is that a promise?”

“Oh, definitely,” Alex’s lips curved into a smug grin. “You aren’t gonna know what hit you.”

“Well then why are you still talking? Get to work,” Jo ordered as she stripped off her shirt and began to unbutton Alex’s.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex laughed as he helped her undress him and bent down to press light kisses along the edge of her bra. He played with the straps before reaching behind her to unhook it. He grinned as Jo’s breasts were finally exposed and leaned forward to kiss between her cleavage. “God, you are so beautiful. I love you so damn much.”

“You just love my boobs,” Jo teased. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“I do. I really do love your boobs,” Alex confirmed, not even looking the slightest bit embarrassed at having said it. “But I don’t hear you complaining about the attention I give them.”

“Oh no, by all means, please continue,” Jo grinned brightly as she watched him excitedly return to kissing her breasts.

Alex took his time giving each breast an equal amount of attention, taking each nipple in his mouth and swelling with pride as he saw Jo’s chest rise and fall and her back arch in response to his ministrations. Her chest and cheeks were flushed and her breaths were becoming more shallow, signaling that she was highly aroused and well on her way to what he was sure would be an intense climax.

He loved that he could do this for her. He loved that he could make her feel this much pleasure. He loved that he could make her feel desired and cherished. It was humbling and thrilling all at the same time. The fact that they were engaged now, only made the thought that much more incredible. For the rest of their lives, he’d be the only one who would get to see her this way.

“Alex,” Jo breathed out softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “No more teasing. I need you, right now.”

With an understanding nod, Alex let his hands slide down to Jo’s hips, unbuttoning her jeans and quickly pulling them off. He stood to remove his own pants, heart swelling at the look Jo fixed him with, “What's that look for?”

“Nothing, I just really love you,” Jo grinned as she rose up on her knees and reached for Alex, bringing him down into a searing kiss. “And I really can’t wait to take your last name.”

Alex paused and looked at her strangely, “You want to take my last name?”

“I mean, yeah if it’s alright with you,” Jo shrugged shyly. “I know it isn’t common for female surgeons to do that anymore, but I just… I’d really like to take your last name, because I’ve never had the last name of anyone who’s ever loved me.”

“I love you so much, future Dr. Karev,” a chuckle left Alex as Jo pushed him down onto the couch, legs straddling his waist as she brought their lips together again. Her hot core was grinding down onto his throbbing erection, a groan coming from Alex as he wrapped his arms around Jo’s waist, “God, I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”

“Well I’m glad I can finally give you what you want, Dr. Karev,” a smirk crossed Jo’s face as she sunk down onto Alex in one swift move, both of them letting a groan of relief out. Alex buried his face into Jo’s neck, his tongue darting out to tease at the hot skin as she began to move at a tortuously slow rate above him. “This makes my whole day worth it.”

The pace Jo set was good, she felt perfect around him, but Alex needed more. Watching her moan and writhe above him had set something off within him and he wanted to savor the moment. With a x quick flip in position, Alex laid Jo down on the couch, pressing his hips into hers and eliciting a loud moan from her as she adjusted to the new position.

Alex watched in fascination as Jo’s back arched off the couch with each long thrust he made, her mouth agape as she let her moans fill the hot air between them. Bracing his hands on both sides of her head, Alex leaned down to bite at Jo’s neck again, his teeth marking her skin as he let the pace of his thrusts quicken.

“Alex… oh my god,” Jo’s voice was impossibly high pitched as she let her nails dig into Alex’s back, spurring him on to keep his wild pace up as she began to move her hips in time with them. He’d wanted to take things slow, to cherish Jo and worship her body after she had agreed to become his wife, but she’d had other plans and he knew as soon as she’d sat astride his lap earlier that he’d be a goner, succumbing to whatever it was that she wanted from him. “More, please more.”

Wasting no time in heeding Jo’s request Alex grabbed one of her legs and brought it up to wrap around his hips, letting him hit her at a deeper angle as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He could feel the way that he bottomed out with each movement of his hips, disjointed moans coming from Jo as her nails raked down his arms and grasped at the burning skin.

Alex and Jo had had sex hundreds of times before this, they’d used every available flat surface they could find to get in each other’s pants. But this, this desperate and hot session on their couch was something that Alex didn’t think he would ever be able to forget. Jo’s breathy moans and the way she called his name as she neared her release imprinted themselves into his brain, his mind tucking away the image of her letting out a slow and throaty moan as she came, her eyes flitting up to meet Alex’s in a love drunk haze.

“You look gorgeous,” his words were low, almost a growl as his thrusts began to turn sloppy. Pressing his forehead against Jo’s, Alex let their lips ghost over each other as his own orgasm crept up inside of him. “I love you… I love you so much.”

Alex dipped his head down to Jo’s neck as he finally let himself go, spilling inside of her as she let out a desperate moan. The two laid still for a moment as they came to, letting themselves catch their breath and relish in the moment. When he finally did move, Alex laid himself out on the couch and brought Jo into his chest.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me,” Jo giggled, holding her hand up to inspect the ring that now graced her left hand. “I mean I knew you would eventually, but I’m still shocked. I didn’t think I’d ever get a happy ending.”

“You deserve everything good in this life, Jo. And I will do everything in my power to make sure we have a very happy life together,” Alex said, while Jo cuddled into his chest, his arm around her body.

“What is this? Are we exchanging vows now?” Jo chuckled.

“No, but I wanted you to know that this is what I’ve been preparing for. I am ready to make sure we have a life full of all that crap we see on those stupid romantic movies you make me watch,” he grunted, pretending to be mad, but not being able to hide the sweetness and happiness in his voice.

“I am sure we will have a very happy life together,” she smiled at him brightly and let out a dreamy sigh as she stared at her ring. “I can’t wait to be a Karev.”

“Jo Karev does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t?” Alex nodded and placed a kiss to her forehead.

“It sure does,” Jo grinned widely.

“I love you,” he pecked her lips.

“I love you too, fiancé.”

AHHHHHH!! It finally happened. What did you guys think? What do you want to see next?

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g7mafiascenarios · 3 years

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First Date.

synopsis : Athena didn’t expect that her first date with Mark would be somewhere that she hasn’t thought of.

characters : Mark Tuan, Ahn Athena, Sara, Hina

genre : mafia!mark, got7!mafia

a/n : slight cursing.

“Go out on a date with me,”

Athena cursed under her breath as she tried to erase the unnecessary thoughts she is thinking of in the middle of class.

She was trying to write notes, at the same time listening to the new professor that was replaced by Professor Rad.

Previously, she was in the library when she was called by Sara saying that she could return back to class since Professor Rad was being replaced last minute - it was out of a sudden that caused the students to have their own small gossips.

At the same time, Athena can’t help but think to herself.

‘Was it because of me? Did Mark do something?’

Athena tilted her head slightly as sighed but suddenly, her lips curved upwards.

‘Does that mean that I didn't need to go out on a date with him then?’

She didn’t realized that she was having her own little celebration which was whispering a multiple of ‘Yes!’ to herself, that caused her two friends to glance at her weirdly.

“Athena.. Hey.. Are you okay?” Sara who was sitting beside her, gave Athena a pat on the shoulder - causing Athena to turn towards her friend with wide eyes.

“Y-yeah.. I’m g-good…” Athena sheepishly answered Sara who nodded as she turned her head towards the board. Hina on the other hand was eyeing onto Athena, somehow trying to figure out her friend that had been acting weird the whole day.

“Go out on a date with me,”

Athena looked at him with wide eyes, then followed by a slight chuckle coming from her.

“Very funny. I have to go back to my room so—

She was about to walk past him but a strong grip got hold onto her wrist that caused her to stop in her tracks abruptly. At the same time, she was being pulled roughly as her body collided with his - as her body was pressed onto Mark’s.

Without saying a word, Mark’s eyes locked with hers, his hand still gripping onto Athena’s wrist.

“Athena!” A slight yell made Athena look up towards where the voice came from, to see her two friends standing in front of her, looking at her with concern faces.

“What!?! What happened!?” That caused Athena to look around her surroundings, which she was met by weird looks from other students since she was walking in a circle.

“Nothing happened, Tina! But you!” Sara slightly whispered at the same time and yelled towards Athena as she slightly leaned back, seeing her friend’s outburst.

“Me!? What the heck did I do?!” Athena pointed at herself, as she looked towards Sara and Hina - earning a roll on the eyes from Hina as she turned her head towards Sara who was being dramatic.

“Don’t mind her dramatic-ass. But, honestly Tina. Are you.. Okay? You have been day-dreaming the whole day, even the new Professor’s class. What has gotten into you?” Hina linked her arms with the startled Athena, along with Sara who was pouting as the 3 girls walking towards the cafeteria.

“Hina is right, Tina! You have been day-dreaming the whole day which you have never once day-dream in classes! Did something happen at home?” Sara asked with a hint of concern with a deep frown on her face.

Athena turned towards her 2 friends with a small smile, knowing her friends cared for her to even notice the slight difference.

“Nothing happened, my loves. I’m just.. tired.” Athena whispered slightly, her friends looked towards each other with raised brows.

“Tired!? Tina… Are you really our Athena?” Sara turned towards Athena while pinching her cheeks, causing Athena to shriek in pain as both of them were bickering while entering the cafeteria with Hina guiding the 2 to a table.

“Alright, alright! Since I made the 2 of you worry, here. Use my card and buy whatever you want to buy! My treat! Go, go!” Athena pushed her credit card towards Hina and Sara at the same time pushing them to the direction where they would always buy their favorite food.

Athena sighed loudly after seeing her two friends basically running towards a certain stall. She felt bad for not telling her friends the truth, Athena didn’t want her 2 friends to know that somehow she is friends with Mark Tuan.

She didn’t even want to tell her friends that her parents are working together with Mark since he is well-known to be with Jaebeom’s group.

“Thinking of him stresses me out,” Athena whispered to herself, her head laying on her palm while closing her eyes. Not even a minute, she heard the sound of plastic bags placed on the table.

“Oh? That’s fast! I thought—

Athena’s words were cut off as soon as she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was white - white because the man was wearing a white long sleeve shirt as her eyes travelled down, then her eyes slowly glanced up.

The man was revealed to be Mark himself, smiling slightly at her.

Athena stared at him, she was speechless as she watched him opening the plastic of her favorite food, which was sushi.

Knowing that Mark was the center of attention as she was dragging Mark away from the cafeteria, she decided to bring Mark to her secret study area.

She didn’t know that she was staring at him for too long, causing Mark to turn towards her - seeing her basically staring at him with her jaw slightly widened.

“You must be really hungry. Here.” Mark commented while pushing the plate of sushi opposite of him since Athena was sitting opposite of him.

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” Athena questioned, her eyes still looking towards him. Mark smirked slightly as both of his arms rested on the table, his fingers intertwined together.

“Bold of you to ask the founder of the school you are attending, Ms Ahn.” answered Mark sarcastically, which made him chuckle after seeing Athena scoff before eating a piece of sushi.

“Heard from the students that the founder rarely comes to visit, that’s why I asked, Mr Tuan.” Athena commented after gulping down the sushi, while putting down the chopsticks at the same time maintaining eye contact with Mark.

Mark could only stare at her for a while, before letting out an amused smile. He has never met a girl like Athena.

All the girls he knew had a liking for him, girls begging to have his number or mostly, they wanted to have spent the night with him which Mark doesn’t have the time to entertain the nonsense.

Athena was different from them.

“I have some things to settle and I think you might have forgotten my request,” answered Mark coolly while watching Athena basically devouring her sushi.

Athena stopped her movement, her eyes directly fell onto Mark’s as she tried to find an answer to his answer.

“What request?”

“We have a date, remember?” With Mark kind of answering and questioning her at the same time, Athena can’t help but choke on her food causing her to have her hands reaching out for the nearest bottle, which Mark calmly handed her one.

Athena gulped down the bottle before turning towards Mark with deep frown.

“I don’t remember agreeing to your request!” Athena answered hurriedly with a deep frown, earning a tilt on the head from Mark before he quietly stood up then standing right at her side.

Which made Athena to look up towards him.

“And I don’t remember hearing you saying ‘no’. I’ll see you later,” Mark answered simply but there was a little bit of coldness in his voice. Athena was about to reply to him when he turned his back towards her, seeing that he was walking away.

Athena wordlessly watches him turning to a corner which at the same time she saw Sara and Hira turning to the same corner as Mark. She could see them bumping into each other from far - seeing her two friends bowing 90 degrees towards Mark, as they watch Mark walk off.

Athena bit the bottom of her lip, adding a curse under her breath seeing her two friends running towards where she is.

“Yah! Is this why you were day-dreaming the whole day!? You are in a relationship with Mark—

“Quiet down!” Athena hissed while covering Sara’s mouth since her friend was a loud mouth.

Hina on the other hand was looking back towards where she bumped into Mark, before turning towards Athena who was busy lecturing Sara for being loud.

“Did Mark threaten you?” Hina questioned out of concern and curiosity - seeing Athena turning towards her with a small smile.

“Of course not! Not in that kind of way,” Athena said in a whisper, causing her two friends to give her a side eye.

“Then what could possibly a member of Jaebeom’s mafia group want from you?” questioned Sara, still eyeing onto the sheepish Athena - she was hesitant to tell them the truth.

As if she couldn’t hold it anymore, Athena sighed loudly.

“Fine! Mark asked me out on a date.”

“WHAT!?!” Sara and Hina yelled in unison, causing Athena to look around bewilderedly while trying to cover their mouths.

“Quiet down! I don’t want the whole school to know about this!” Athena hissed while dragging the both of them to a more quieter area.

“The whole school will bound to find out after seeing the both of you together. We even heard rumors going around in the cafeteria saying Mark is here to kill a girl which we didn’t know was you!” Sara whispered towards Athena, earning a smack on the back from Hina - seeing that the girl is making Athena more freaked out.

“Kill?! Wha— I didn’t do anything! If it’s true, what the heck am I supposed to do later on!?”

“Kick his balls if he tries to kill you! Run away if he does anything funny!”

“Call us if you need help!”

Athena watches her two friends entering their own ride to home from far. She could only wave towards them from where she is, since she was on the second floor - watching her friends going home after a long day at school.

Athena gulped as she tried to focus on her notes - her finals were just around the corner and she has to get everything memorized in her huge brain, she would easily get this done but it seems today wasn’t as easy as she thought.

Well that is because her mind was preoccupied with Sara’s words.

“…..We even heard rumors going around in the cafeteria saying Mark is here to kill a girl which we didn’t know was you!”

“If Mark was going to kill me, he would already do so right at the very beginning,” Athena whispered to herself while writing down the notes from her book.

Mark was known to be a straight-forward man, a man who would just kill his enemy in just one shot. He wasn’t the type to sugar-coat his way. Athena heard from her father that Jaebeom would always send out Mark to assassinate Jaebeom’s enemies.

“No.. There’s no way Father or Mother would have done something to make Mark mad. There’s no way,” Athena scoffed at herself before continuing her notes.

She was busy focusing on her notes and her books that she didn’t realize someone - someone that she knew was walking towards her table. The sound of business heels were obviously heard through the corridors, which Mark thought Athena should have looked by his way.

But seeing how Athena’s brows were furrowed, it seems the girl’s focus was on her books that made Mark smile proudly - he knew the girl was an A+ student since the principal of the school has been mentioning her name in every meeting Mark had with the professors in the campus..

So he wasn’t surprised at all if Athena has A or gladly, if she scored in distinction which was 1 GPA.

“This must be an important exam for you since you had a deep frown on your face,”

Athena slowly looked up to see Mark placing a cup of coffee on her table, while sitting down directly in front of her.

Her eyes that were focused on the coffee turned towards what Mark was holding, which was a laptop - earning a taken aback reaction from Athena. She didn’t know Mark studies either.

“You study too?” Athena questioned slightly, making Mark to have his eyes on her.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,”

“It wasn’t a compliment at all. I was asking a genuine question,” Athena answered him boringly, her voice hint of exhaustion which made Mark fully turn his focus on her.

“I have some emails to answer, so no. I don’t study like you, Athena.” Mark answered amusingly, as his eyes turned back towards his laptop screen - not seeing Athena making funny faces towards him.

Both of them began to do their own work quietly, which Athena weirdly enjoyed. Although they didn’t talk much, Athena already got to know Mark by watching his little moves.

Him staring at the laptop screen with a slight frown, him stealing Athena’s notepads and pens, scribbling with speed and tearing it, mumbling to himself which Athena couldn’t figure out what he was saying and him basically glancing towards Athena whenever she had her eyes on her papers.

Athena notices it, and Mark knows it too.

He too noticed little things about Athena, which was her tapping her pen onto her paper, her sighing softly then continuing every sentence, her glancing towards her phone every time it lit up and her glancing towards his way.

Mark wondered why Athena had to score high - he knew that the Ahns weren’t the strict type, the Ahns were the most coolest and nicest adults Mark has ever met compared to other mafia families out there.

“Is there a reason why you have to score 1 for all your exams?”

Mark’s question made Athena to stop her writings, as her eyes slowly went towards Mark as he too was looking at her - which caused both of them to lock eyes with each other.

“No reason, I don’t know.. Aside from wanting to make my parents and my sister proud. Well—” Athena’s words were cut off with Mark’s phone ringing as he quickly answered it while pointing a finger towards her, indicating he needs a moment.

Athena could only shrug while continuing to write her notes - then to hear a yelling here and there.

“What are you talking about, Jackson?..... What?..... Alright then, I’ll just kill that bastard myself then. Text me the details. See you and the others in 10.”

She didn’t mean to overhear the conversation since Mark’s voice was a little loud and she could tell he was annoyed. Hearing the clicking heels, Athena quickly pretended she couldn’t hear a single thing.

Closing the laptop harshly, Mark scribbled on the notepad before tearing the small paper, sliding towards Athena’s sight.

Her eyes began to change focus - her dooed eyes slowly widened after reading what was on the note.

“Hey—

Before Athena could say her words, Mark already walked away at a fast pace.

The date was fun, although we were quiet. I’m the type to enjoy peace.

PS: I’m here not to kill you, I’m here because I have to find someone who might be involved with Jaebeom’s businesses.

Also, I wanted to get to know you too.

Good luck for your exams and I’ll see you around the corner.

- Mark Tuan, +16-XXX-XXXX-014

Athena looked at the note with a frown.

‘Now what? Am I suppose to give him a call or something?’

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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pcygoldenchild · 5 years

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Female Anatomy

✨summary: You never thought learning about your body would turn you on so much. You also never thought it would be your best friend who would be so educated about making you feel so good.

✨warnings: NSFW, fingering, dirty talk (kinda), cunnilingus.

It was a rather calming Saturday night. It had been gloomy and raining all day so you were relaxing in your apartment, cleaning up and just letting time pass. You were surprised when Chanyeol showed up around 5pm. It’s not that he doesn’t usually show up randomly, but he seemed off. He hadn’t really looked at you that much or cuddled with you. You two were more than close at this point and little things like that put you off. When you did talk, he seemed distracted or trying to distract himself. He’d been with you for the past 4 hours and hadn’t told you what was wrong. So you figured the only way you’d know is if you asked.

“Hey...Loey?” you nudged him as you moved over to sit with your leg crossing his. He looked down at your leg before his eyes trailed up your leg to your face. He seemed a little nervous or conflicted. You were wearing an oversized shirt and underwear but that never bothered him before. He just looked at you not giving you an actual answer.

“Chanyeol what’s going on with you? You’re being weirdly distant.” you place your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes before taking a deep breath. He always loved when you showed him skinship. He loved it but would never initiate it unless you showed him it was ok. Something you did a lot more which you hoped would give him the idea that you were more than comfortable with it.

“It’s nothing Y/N.” he whispered still nuzzling into your hand. He looked so innocent and beautiful. It was obvious he was beautiful but you got to see a different side of him. The side that was soft and shy but comfortable to tell you anything. But for some reason he wasn’t opening up. You placed your other hand on his other cheek and lifted his face to look at you.

“Loey you tell me everything. You can tell me what’s bothering you.” you say as your thumbs caress his cheeks. His eyes are scanning all over your face as if looking for a sign. You smile a little when his eyes stay on your lips for a little longer.

“I want to...to explore you.” he says looking directly in your eyes. His face seems hot and his cheeks are slightly red under the dim light.

“Explore me?” He knew everything about you. He’s seen more of you than any of your other friends. What did he mean by explore? He just nodded and closed his eyes as if feeling ashamed.

“What do you mean?” you ask as you tap his cheek to tell him to open his eyes. He bites his lip and looks you in the eyes again.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. I know how every part of your face dips. How your body curves. I’ve studied every part of you that I could.” he confesses. Your heart is speeding up with every word.

“But I want to explore more. I want to know what all of you looks like. I want to study every part of you.” You’re skin is hot and you don’t know what to say, but you can only think of saying yes. Yes Chanyeol. Whatever he wanted to learn about your body you would let him. But your body couldn’t process what was going on in your brain. You just sat there holding his face looking into his panicked eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked while placing his hand on your thigh. He moved so slow afraid of if he just made a mistake. But you felt like he just lit a fire inside of you that you didn’t know was there before. You didn’t know why but you pulled him in to kiss him. You couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to feel his lips on yours to ease the blood rushing around your body on overdrive. He leaned into you as if wanting to feel you for so long. He pulled away and picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist. You both looked at each other not scared or unsure. You were both comfortable and willing to do anything with each other.

He placed you on the bed softly and hovered over you for a minute. He kissed you slowly making sure to learn every bit of your mouth. He pulled away again and pulled his shirt off before pulling yours off too. His eyes raked your naked chest before his gentle fingers trailed all over. Everywhere his finger went, you felt your skin burn. From your collarbone to your sensitive nipples to your belly button. He’d already seen your naked upper half before when he walked in accidentally while you were changing. But he didn’t get to explore you the way he wanted to.

He moved to hook his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You watched him as he slipped them off you and slowly spread your legs. His eyes were dialated and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He dipped down to lay with his face directly in front of your womanhood. He didn’t do anything, just looked at it as you lay there completely turned on. He wasn’t doing anything but the way he looked at you like he wanted to have all of you really made you dizzy.

“It’s so beautiful, like a flower. You’re constantly clenching making your swollen labia bloom like a flowers petals. Everytime you clench down on nothing you push out your precum like a flowers nectar.” He is talking to your core. One hand is laying on your stomach as the other rubs gentle circles on your thigh.

You can feel yourself clenching uncontrollably. His beautiful description of your arousal making you react in a way you never thought you would. He finally touches you. He ever so gently brings his finger to your vaginal orifice where you can feel your precum gliding down. He slowly drags his finger between your labia lips collecting your juices. His adoration of you is driving you crazy. Your gripping the bed sheets trying to stay still but his delicate fingers are making your hips slightly buck involuntarily.

“Sweet like nectar. You’re so wet and sensitive.” he says as he takes his finger into his mouth tasting you. He spreads your labia apart and pushes your clitoral hood back exposing the sensitive glan. He lightly blew on your exposed clit making you whimper and tense.

“The clitoral glan has over 8,000 sensory nerve endings. Because you’re so aroused, you’re very sensitive. A slight blow and those nerves go into action. Your pussy is so pink and pretty. A work of art.” He’s so close to your clit you feel every word he says. Your nerves are on fire. Your knuckles are white from how tight you’re gripping the sheets. You can feel your juices dripping down into the bed. He was only talking, telling you about your body that you knew all so well, but he seemed to have a different view of it. He adored it, admired how sensitive and needy you were.

He leaned in and lightly kissed directly onto your clit. You let out a loud whimper tensing your thighs again. His arms circled your thighs and prevented you from closing them. He went in again and kept his lips there while he stared in your eyes. Then he opened his mouth and slowly licked your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the stimulation as you let out a quiet chocked moan. He continued to slowly lick your clit while massaging your spread labia with his thumbs. You’d never experienced something like this. He knew so much about your womanhood and how to make the most ignored parts feel loved. He pulled away releasing your hood and letting your folds fall back into place. You let out a breath you’d been holding since he started.

Then his tongue found you again as he licked up your folds to collect the ample amounts of ‘sweet nectar’ he caused to flow from you. He placed his thumb on your clitoral hood as his other hands finger pushed slowly into your opening. His thick finger did more than yours did making you feel fuller than normal. He began to slowly rub your clit while sliding in and out of you.

“Most people think that women can have an orgasm solely from penetration. But it’s not true. Penetration causes contact with the clitoris if done right. The nerves in your clit right now are reacting to me rubbing it causing your vagina to tighten around my finger. I can feel the smooth wet texture of your walls. And if I bend my finger like this, I can feel the bumpy ridges of your g-spot. And if I add another finger like this, you tighten even more making me stretch you out.” he says as he does everything he describes while kissing your thighs in between sentences.

You’re going crazy. He’s rubbing your clit and fingering you so well you start to think he’s done this many times before. Your back arches with every curve of his finger. You let out silent whimpers every 2 seconds, too weak to use your voice. You feel your stomach coiling from his paced speed and techniques. Your vision is going blurry as you try to stare at him but your eyes constantly roll back. He’s watching you, watching your face as you silently scream, watching your boobs as they vibrate everytime you shake, watching your pussy take his fingers and how they glisten when they pull out to plunge back in.

“You look so beautiful. Y/N I want you to cum on my fingers. I need to taste your release. I can feel you cumming. You’re getting tighter. You’re vibrating around my fingers.” he says. And like his words were magic, which you were convinced they were, you cum. You cum shaking and let out a long whine as your high hits you. He presses his thumb on your clit hard and pushes his curved fingers up into you fast. He makes you squirt in his face leaving you completely breathless. He pulls his fingers out of you and gently licks up your juices from your core.

“I love knowing I can make you feel good. Make you experience an orgasm the way every woman should. Look at my fingers and how they glisten with your essence. You taste like beauty in every way.” he says as he gets up from between your legs and hovers over you. He takes his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean then licks around his lips to collect the juices you squirted on him. You were out of breath and completely astonished by the man hovering over you.

“Thank you for letting me explore you. You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the chance to discover.” he said as he kissed you.

“Chanyeol I love you.” You don’t know why you said it, maybe it was because he made you feel loved and not like he just fingered you. His eyes showed he was truly amazed by you. No one had ever made you feel as incredible as he managed to.

“I love you too.” he said and you believed it.

(Hello doves! I hope you enjoyed this one. I’m in love with the way it turned out and I hope it “effected” you all haha. xoxo golden 🕊)

#exo #exo smut #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x you #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol fic #chanyeol #pcygoldenchild

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thekpopkid · 5 years

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What’s it like to hate the way you look?

This won’t be a positive post, this will be very honest to myself though. But if you too, struggle with serious insecurities, maybe don’t read this cause it’ll just make you sadder. And yes, everyone is beautiful and stuff, but I think we need to change how we deliver that message, because it isn’t very effective on me. I do think others are beautiful, it’s harder to believe that I am. But I’m also not blind to some biological truths about how humans work, y’know? (’Tis a topic for another day)

I feel like there isn’t a single part of me that I don’t hate. I suppose there are some things I’m sorta fine with, but not even. I’ll still be insecure about those things some days.

Like, a compliment I always get is that I have very long lashes, which I guess is good. And yes they are surprisingly long. But when you hear it all the time, and it’s virtually the only remark you ever receive - you start to wonder if that’s any good of a trait at all. Like, slapping lashes on a turd isn’t gonna make it any more appealing, and are my lashes even nice? Or just long? And to me, lashes aren’t as important as many other physical traits in determining your objective beauty. Like I’ve never understood beautiful girls who wish they had longer lashes. Having long lashes really isn’t necessary for beauty. Or maybe they really do add beauty? I don’t know. I just have a broken relationship with my lashes at this point, if that makes sense. So I don’t see how they’re doing me any favours.

What sucks the most for me about trying to fight my insecurities is cause it feels like no one cares, or gets it. People tend to just roll it off and say “oh well everyone is insecure and so am I and etc.” And because of that, I feel narcissistic talking about any of my problems, hence I can’t open up to my friends sometimes. I had a friend who I was talking to and I started listing things I didn’t like about me, and she went “woah woah woah you hate that much about yourself? That’s crazy!” or something like that. She was shocked by just how serious the problem was. I feel like I have to fight people to believe me that I’m not just averagely insecure and that I really need help. I feel really alone sometimes. I’m hoping someone here can relate to this.

Soooo, I pretty much hate everything about me. Like, I’ll list it here. Stop reading here if you’re very insecure because I don’t want you to think that the insecurities I have, you should have too. I am aware of how messed up my thinking is, and I don’t wanna spread it to those who are susceptible to all this themselves.

From top to bottom

I don’t like all the baby hairs I have

my hair is always frizzy

at the front I have little curls that stick out everywhere from underneath

my hair is getting darker and I’m scared it won’t suit my complexion and it’ll make me look boring cause my hair used to have some red in it that people liked

I’m scared my hairline makes me look manly

I feel like my hair looks like hay and I have too much at the bottom and I’m loosing at the top

I have bad split ends

I feel like my forehead is too wide

It has that bump that guys have

my eyebrows are too bushy

They’re really different from each other

I’m scared to do them cause there are some spots that look empty-ish

they’re too low on my face, I’m like a monkey

I hate the face of my shape too, like in general

my eyes don’t stick out enough and are shadowed by my brow bone

they’re uneven and different shapes

I think I’m a tad cross-eyed

will my eyes always be red?

my lashes are different on both eyes

I’m paranoid they’ve gotten shorter and I’ll lose the one thing I supposedly have going for me

maybe they’re too long that it’s ridiculous looking or something

apparently they look fake, so the one nice thing about me doesn’t even impress people cause it seems like makeup

my nose is a bit turned to one side

it’s too long and large, and gets in the way of my smile

my nose pores are huge

my cheeks are too huge

my face is horribly red all the time (from pink skin tone but also being embarrassed about everything all the time)

my acne scars won’t go away

One ear is a bit higher and larger than the other

They stick out too much and I can’t wear hats

my mouth is too small

my lips are uneven

I have really bad laugh lines and look like a 60 year old bulldog

my smile is all weird and deformed

my teeth are sorta uneven even after braces

my side profile is really ugly but I cant pin point what need changing

sometimes I’m worried that my teeth are too yellow

my features give me a manly face

I’m hairy, even on my face which is so so so embarrassing for me to share but for those who have hormonal imbalances can relate

my neck is too wide

it has some folds already

my shoulders are too wide (I’m not too worried about this anymore)

my arms are too fat

my arms have those red dots that white people have sometimes

my arms are hairy

my fingers are weirdly shaped and sorta curve in and looks really bad in pictures

my fingers are too chubby

my nails are ugly for a few reasons

as a whole, I’m too fat

my ribs are too wide

My boobs are too big

They’re uneven in size

They’re literally sagging so much it’s crazy

I’ve got lots of stretch marks

My hips are really square

the bone is too high and I have a hip dip

my knees are fat

my ankles are too wide

my legs are too short for my body

I’m too short as a whole

I don’t like the shape of my feet either

That’s about all. I don’t know what to do. It all feels sorta hopeless and there are things I can say to myself to convince myself I don’t hate those things about me, but I can’t get rid of this feeling completely. What should I do?

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lady-charinette · 5 years

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Can you do a marichat kidnap fic where hawkmoth/akuma notices their friendship and hold Marinette hostage

I hope it turned out alright, thanks for the request anon! :3 Enjoy!

Rated: K+ - T

In A Cage Part 1

Chat Noir smiled afterbidding goodbye to an exhausted Ladybug, waving at her until she was no longerin sight.

He sighed, feeling oddlyhappy despite the harsh battle they’ve had today.

Hawkmoth seemed to be gettingrestless lately, usually one akuma attack occurred once a day, but for the pastfew weeks there have been more and more, usually two, at most three, buttoday’s two akuma’s came at the sametime and had proven challenging.

Hawkmoth must’ve been usingMayura’s help to aid him in these latest akuma attacks, since Hawkmoth’s limitwas one akumatization per transformation. It had left both him and his ladyexhausted.

Kaleido and Spotlight hadunique abilities they haven’t been faced with before. Kaleido’s abilitiesemployed the use of mirrors, she was even capable of creating prison-like cellswith them, rendering whoever entered into them immobile to escape. Spotlight’sabilities included creating bright flashes of light with the help of hisreflecting suit, which was made of thousands of small pearl-like glasslittering his suit like scales over a snake.

Their powers were formidablewhen used together, especially once they’d cornered and trapped them within themirror prison.

Kaleido’s disembodied voicehad rang loudly in their ears and the bright flashes from Spotlight forced themto close their eyes and cover their ears, unable to orientate themselves orattempt to break free. Ladybug couldn’t even call for her lucky charm withoutbeing nearly blinded by the bright flashes and the screeching sounds Keleidomade.

Weirdly enough, it had beenChat Noir’s sensitive hands and legs that had busted them out. He had sensedtheir movements through subtle vibrations in the ground and by following theorigins of those vibrations, he’d stumbled upon one of the mirrors and hadquickly used Cataclysm to destroy them, finally freeing them.

Ladybug had used her LuckyCharm and they managed to finish them quickly afterward.

Chat Noir wouldn’t forgetjust how useful duct tape could be, especially when it means covering themirrors Kaleido wore as a straight dress and the glittery suit Spotlight wore,along with the small headlights on hisshoulders that had caused and reflected the light off Kaleido’s mirror dressand his own suit.

He was used to mirrors andflashlights, but he would see them in a bit of a different light now.

Chat Noir’s face brightenedup instantly, “That was a good pun! I have to tell Marinette that one!” hegrinned like the sun, until a warning beep from his Miraculous reminded him torecharge, “….Right after Plagg eats…” Chat sighed, making a detour and hidingbehind a building to detransform and feed Plagg before making his way over toMarinette.

Adrien stood in place of ChatNoir,impatiently tapping his foot as he watched the ancient creature stuff hismouth full of wedges of camembert, “Come on Plagg.”

The black cat god shot him alook, “Excuse you loverboy, but some people have to eat to replenishtheir strength!” Adrien rolled his eyes at his kwami’s knack for exaggerating andleaned against the wall.

“You ate a whole cheese wheelbefore I transformed, how can you possibly have burned all of that up already?”

Plagg floated up to Adrien’sface, munching on the last bits of cheese, “Hey! Those akumas today were toughto deal with! And all that screaming from that mirror lady made me hungrysooner!” Adrien still didn’t quite understand the logic behind it, but hewouldn’t complain, his kwami did have to eat after all.

If he wanted to go toMarinette sooner.

Plagg noted his charge’sanxious fidgeting, smirking wickedly, “Ohh, excited to see your princess again, are you?” there wassomething positively crazy in Plagg’s eyes and Adrien cleared his throat.

“Marinette is my friendPlagg, of course I’m excited to see her. Besides, she did invite me to croissantstoday.” A bright smile enveloped Adrien’s face and Plagg’s demeanor softened abit at the happy expression on the boy’s face.

Plagg sighed heavily, “Oh,alright, alright. Just don’t get all sappy with me, loverboy.” With a look ofdisapproval from Adrien and a cheeky grin from Plagg, Chat Noir stood again inthe alley.

He gripped his baton andsailed high over the building, jumping over onto the rooftops until he stoppedwhen a small flower shop caught his eye.

Maybe he should do a quick stopbefore going to Marinette’s…

—–

“Kaleido! Have you regained sight of him?!” Hawkmoth growled infrustration, calming down slightly when Mayura placed a calming hand on hisshoulder and offered an encouraging smile.

“No need to worry, I believehe’ll show up again soon.” Mayura’s words reassured him if only slightly.

It was his luck that theconflict between the two akumatized people hadn’t been resolved, the breaking ofa precious, old mirror by the clumsy man who’d worked on the headlights of thetheater the mirror was supposed to be delivered to had again enraged the woman who’dpersonally owned mirror, a family heirloom she’d decided to donate to thetheater.

Until it got shattered, likeher hopes.

With Mayura’s help, Hawkmothwas able to akumatized her again.

My name is Mayura, you’re overwhelmed by despair and hopelessnessfor the precious artifact that had belonged to your family for generations, nowlaying in broken shards. Let me help you, let your despair be embodied in the formof a helper!

With Hawkmoth’s aid, he wasable to akumatized her again into Kaleidoscope and have her accompanied by alarge chameleon.

They’d been tailing ChatNoir, until they’ve lost sight of him suddenly.

Kaleido’s eyes narrowed, “There!” the hero had jumped from somealleyway, back onto the rooftops, until after crossing several buildings, he’djumped back down onto the road and entered a-

Hawkmoth grew confused, “…Aflower shop?”

Mayura observed the scenequietly, wondering why on earth someone like Chat Noir could possibly need flowersfor, she quietly voiced her opinions, “Perhaps the cat has a significant otherto visit?”

Hawkmoth snorted, “Really? Itappears to me that Ladybug has already left, unless he plans on contacting heragain.” A slow grin spread over his lips, “Kaleido,be on the lookout for any sightings of Ladybug!”

Kaleido crouched down low onher perch from a skyscraper, watching Chat Noir walk back out of the flower shopand jump back onto roofs, “Yes, Hawkmoth.” She jumped after the hero.

——-

Chat Noir anxiously held the smallbouquet of flowers carefully in his hand, mindful not to squeeze too tight. Itwasn’t anything over the top, he’d learned a bit from last time, just a few whitelilies, deep pink roses and purple geraniums. Chat Noir smiled down at them,hoping things wouldn’t be awkward between Marinette and him if he showed upwith the flowers.

They were friends, after all.

Chat Noir landed gracefullyon the familiar balcony and strapped his baton to his back, clearing his throatand straightening his bell, before cautiously stepping toward the hatch doorand gently knocking on it, waiting patiently for his classmate to open it.

There were soft butthunderous footsteps, they sounded as if Marinette were running around, perhapsin panic as to who was on her balcony, or in hurry to open the door for him, hedidn’t know, all he knew was the grin slowly growing on his lips when the doordid finally open.

“C-ChatNoir?” Marinette blinked up at thehero and at the sudden colorful, nice smelling flowers in front of her face.

Chat Noir had leaned down onhis haunches, extending the flowers to the stunned girl, “Good day princess! I’vebeen passing by this little flower shop and the flowers reminded me of yourbalcony, I thought these would look nice here too.” He gestured toward theplants that were already on her balcony and Marinette seemed to take a fewseconds to process his words and his intentions before she sprung into action,nearly colliding with him if his quick reflexes didn’t kick in and step back toallow her space.

“R-right, you’re right!”Marinette took the small bouquet from his hands, her nervousness fading slowlywhen she sniffed at them, “They…they’re lovely Chat Noir, thank you.” She smiledup at him and Chat Noir beamed a smile down at her, ears moving lightly atophis head.

Marinette resisted the urgeto giggle, instead she walked toward one of her small empty flower pots andgingerly placed the flowers inside, grabbing a bit of earth from the opened bagand placing a generous amount of it in the pot, patting the soil down slightlyto ensure the flowers were firmly inside.

Chat Noir observed her work,her actions a stark contrast to her giddy demeanor a second ago, her fingersworked calmly and methodically, with practiced ease and he was reminded how shemust have acquired such calmness through her working on designs and gettinglost in them.

He quietly approached her,not daring to disturb her, instead, he crouched down beside her and watched thesmall pot closely, until Marinette suddenly bobbed his bell playfully.

His heart stopped, “Youspaced out kitty.” Marinette giggled, standing up to place the pot in one ofthe metallic holders of her balcony fence, resting her hands on her hips andproudly mustering at her and Chat Noir’s work, “Thank you for the gift, itlooks great out here.” She turned her head towards him again and directed thatbeaming smile at him again.

Chat Noir felt all his defensesshatter at her disarming look and he suddenly felt vulnerable, almost like withhis lady, “Uhm, you-you’re welcome princess.” A small smile curved his lips ashe scratched his head, trying to curb the sudden burst of feelings deep withinhis chest.

Marinette smiled, “To what doI owe the honor of this visit, hm? I didn’t know Paris’ superhero also works asa delivery florist.” She crossed her arms, trying to hide her amusement at hispanic-stricken look. She’d imagined him to be too exhausted to do anything elsebut rest, especially after today’s akuma fight, but she felt oddly touched thathe decided to visit her despite the exhaustion she was sure he must feel.

Chat Noir regained hisearlier bravado, confidently resting his hands on his hips, “Well, you seeprincess, while I have thought of a change in profession, I also found the prospectof croissants with my princess simply too purrfectof an opurrtunity to paws!” he grinned widely, proud at hisuse of three puns in a row.

Marinette sighed, a smallsmile still on her lips, “I was wondering where the puns were,” she smileddespite herself, “Well, maman just finished baking the last batch, why don’tyou wait inside and I’ll be right back. Then I can show you how to lose atUltimate Mecha Strike III!”

Chat Noir followed herinside, grinning at Marinette’s suddenly more relaxed, competitive nature, “Oh,you’re on, princess! I’ll show you whatdefeat tastes like!” he stretched his arms above his head, sharing achallenging look with Marinette before she disappeared downstairs.

——

Kaleido smirked from herhiding spot just opposite of the building with the balcony where the herodisappeared to. She glanced at her chameleon and waited, hearing Hawkmoth’svoice in her head, “Excellent workKaleido, now we wait for the time Chat Noir leaves. It seems like we found his significant other.” Hawkmoth’s laughter resonated within her head like amantra.

Part 2 will follow soon! :) I hope it’s okay so far!

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andwhatdostarsdobest · 6 years

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Take a chance | Part one [t.h]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: for this chapter, none I don’t think. It’s all set up and secret pining.

Summary: Making friends is hard enough, let alone when you have a massive crush on one of them. But what do they say, things always have a way of working themselves out in the end.

Word Count: 2.8k

Prompt: ‘Take a chance. Live a little.’

That picture has mad boyfriend vibes. This was meant to be my submission for @madmadmilk summer writing challenge but whoops life happened and its now September... This is part 1 of five, I think. I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve had this in my drafts so thought i would just post something.

happy reading, lovelies

masterlist part 2

You always loved people watching, wondering where these people had been and where they were headed. Each person has their own life, their own problems and their own people that they care about, trying to figure all that out had become a sort of game to you. You imagined the man walking past in a clean-cut navy suit, with a briefcase in hand and a disgruntled expression, had realised he had picked up his partner’s bag by mistake, and was now power walking to get to his next meeting after collecting the right notes. The group of teenagers, school shirts untucked, and ties pulled loose, laughing hysterically because one of them had called their English teacher Mum and the others wouldn’t let it go. The woman in her 50’s wearing the bright scarlet coat with the fur trim, on her way back from a meeting with the executors of her husbands will, who died under mysterious circumstances.

Okay, that last one may be a bit of a stretch, but it was fun to theorise about the exotic lives people lead. Especially when your own was far from that definition.

Drawing your attention away from the people, the glass of the café window came back into view, condensation coating patches of it. You had drawn a small smiley face in it earlier, although as the droplets dripped from the eyes and mixed with the curve of the smile, it didn’t look so happy anymore. That felt weirdly more accurate though.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

Two voices filtered into your subconscious, “huh.”

You turned your head back to the two boys in front of you. One brown haired and one blond. Both irritatingly handsome.

The brown-haired boy tilted his head, “are you alright, Y/N? You’re being quiet today.”

The blond boy chuckled, “she’s just people watching, aren’t you.”

You had only known Tom and Harrison for three months, but you were always surprised by how much they remembered about you. Even the smallest details. They were annoyingly good about remembering those. You tried to keep up, listening intently every time they mentioned something new about themselves, but they seemed to know stuff you were sure you had never told them. You weren’t sure how they were doing it. You suspected witchcraft.

“Because she thinks they are more interesting than the people right in front of her,” Harrison continued.

“Hey, I don’t think that,” you retorted.

“Oh no, I’m sure,” Harrison said, quickly followed by a wink. He often needed to make sure people knew he was joking, his sarcasm often got him in trouble.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly, warmth spreading across the apple of your cheeks. It’s not like you fancied Harrison, you just weren’t used to it. You weren’t exactly the most promiscuous of people. At least you could maintain eye contact with Haz though, if it was Tom that winked, your brain would have flatlined for a few seconds.

Tom’s fingers curled around his mug, his bruised and calloused knuckles prominent against the white ceramic.

Oh my god, Tom’s hands. The dreams you had had about those; entangled in your hair, squeezing slightly too hard on your hip, entwined with your own. Your breath hitched just thinking about it.

He brought the cup up to his mouth, pausing mid-way.

“Well she wouldn’t be wrong, Haz. I know tax reports more entertaining than you.”

Tom instantly erupted in laughter, his eyes crinkling and his tongue sticking out. He pulled his neck back into him as his body rocked. Haz landed a punch on his shoulder, coffee sloshing up the sides of the mug from the movement.

“I’m so sorry, Movie Star, what was that?” Haz stared down his best friend.

Tom was still shaking from laughter, his coffee dangerously close to spilling on his lap.

The boys had these moments when it was blindingly clear they were completely comfortable around each other. They said things that you would only dare say to your best friend. They were totally in sync. You loved watching them, feeling free to truly be themselves. Especially as they spent a lot of time in the public eye and you could sense they were concealing something, holding themselves back partially. But it did feel like just that, you were watching, a spectator at their best friend show and for the most part you didn’t mind at all. But have you ever tried to third wheel a pair of best friends, it’s worse than hanging out with any couple. They are just so many inside jokes and little looks, memories and experiences that you don’t understand, you’re not a part of. Sometimes you can feel a little lost but that’s natural. You know it will come with knowing them longer.

You didn’t ever want to interrupt their friendship. You just weren’t sure how to act in moments like these. You tended to sit back and let them relish it.

Maybe you should get involved or maybe you shouldn’t. You were never good at making decisions.

“Don’t call me, Movie Star,” Tom replied, his laugh now coming out low and slow.

Haz turned in his seat to face Tom, the leather rustling underneath him.

“Is, Movie Star, not good enough anymore? I’m so sorry,” he placed his hand on his chest, “what would you prefer? Mr Holland, Spider-man, a god among men?”

“Well, I am Spider-man so yeah, that works,” Tom raised his eyebrows and brought his mug to his lips, sipping gently at the coffee whilst looking into Haz’s eyes.

The cheeky shit.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “the big man.”

You watched them play fight, noting the slight smirk on both of their faces throughout, signalling they didn’t mean any harm by what they were saying.

God, Tom looked hot when he smirked.

“Care to weight in, Y/N,” Tom directed at you, a mischievous look behind his eyes.

“It’s so hard to be boring when you’re a movie star,” you say, sarcasm evident in your tone.

“Hey, you can’t both gang up on me,” Tom said, placing his mug back on the table and then combing his hand through his hair. You watched his movements intently, the veins on his hands tensed against his skin.

You caught yourself before the staring became weird and uncomfortable, forcing your eyes away from the beautiful boy and focusing on the small vase of pink flowers in the middle of the table. If you could, you would watch Tom for hours. Watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way he would drink from a bottle without it ever touching his lips, watch the muscles in his back shift as he stretched at the end of the film. You weren’t sure if this was borderline creepy but there was something about him that was so entrancing. Somehow everything he did was able to capture and keep your attention. You knew you weren’t the only one either. You saw the way other people looked at him when he walked in a room or engaged them in conversation. Not that you were jealous, he wasn’t yours to be jealous over.

Can’t help but wish he was.

Tom was not what you expected. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t get him out of your mind. He intrigued you in a way no one had in a really long time.

In a really really long time.

“Anyone else hungry? Think I’m going to get a snack,” Tom said.

He pushed himself out of his chair and faced you and Haz.

“I’m offering,” he added.

Haz placed his hand on his stomach knitting his brows, trying to determine if he was hungry or not.

“Nah, I’m alright, mate,” he said.

Tom turned to you, “Y/N, can I tempt you with some food?”

“Not hungry, but you can get me another drink,” you replied.

Tom beamed, “sure, same again?”

“Yes, please.”

Tom patted his pocket, checking his wallet was still there and then headed towards the counter.

You settled back into your chair, sighing heavily.

You wished you could be as relaxed around Tom as you were with Harrison. A big part of you fizzled with a nervous energy when he was around, although you never realised until he left when you felt your shoulders drop and you stopped grinding your teeth.

But then I guess you didn’t have a thing for Harrison.

“So, how have you been, Y/N?” Harrison asked.

“Not too bad, uni has been hectic but only a few weeks left now.”

“Did you manage to get your final assignment finished? Last I heard was you spamming me with messages saying how close to death you were.” His lips turned up into a small smile.

You chuckled.

“Yeah, I finished, thank god. I think I started to lose my mind for a bit there but it’s all done now.”

“Good to hear, is that all your assignments done now?” Haz questioned.

“Got a couple left but they are practically done so I’m not too worried.” You picked up your mug and drained the last few drops of your coffee, ready for the one Tom was getting you.

“Now that you’re finished with uni, does that mean we will be seeing you a lot more, then? You’ll stop being so boring and staying in all the time.” Haz asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, I’m not being boring, I have work to do,” you countered, your mouth hanging open in mock offense.

“So, you say…” he continued to tease.

You picked up a crumpled-up napkin from the table and flung it in his direction, but it never reached him. Instead it fluttered back down to the table, only causing more laughter to erupt from his body.

“Look,” you began, trying to regain some of your composure, “not all of us can rely on our unnecessarily good looks to get us jobs.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Haz, you’re a model, that’s literally your job.” Now you’re the one shaking with laughter.

“Fuck, yeah, you got me there.”

You brought your hand up to your face, covering your mouth, trying to stifle the laughs. Harrison grabbed his drink- not being a fan of coffee he had gone for a coke- and unscrewed the cap, taking a swig. Even with the bottle covering most of his face you could see the pink wash over his cheeks.

A faint shadow casted over Haz, you looked up and saw Tom. He was balancing a tray, laden with food and drink on one hand, whilst trying to shove his wallet into his pocket with the other. The tray wasn’t lying even on his hand and hot liquid trickled down the side of the mugs. You jumped up taking the tray from him and set in down on the table. When you looked back up at him he greeted you with a warm smile, crinkles forming around his eyes.

Tom looked between you and Haz, titling his head slightly.

“I feel like I just missed something,” he said.

“Oh, nothing much, just me being an div,” Haz said.

“Just the usual then, mate,” Tom snickered.

“Exactly.”

Haz jumped up, “here mate, take my seat.” He wriggled past the low table and stood next to Tom.

“Wait, where are you going?” you questioned.

“I’ve got that casting call remember.” Haz whipped his jacket out from the seat just before Tom sat on it. He walked around to where you were gaping at him and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Panic set in, it wasn’t often that you were left alone with Tom, usually you could count on someone else to be a buffer to your anxiety. When you were alone you were worried that he would finally catch on how you feel, there is only so long you can stare at someone without talking before it becomes weird. Having a crush on a friend can be impossible at times. It’s like you forget how to act around them, suddenly everything becomes a what did they mean by that? Are they flirting? No, surely not, but what if they are? What if they think you’re flirting? There is already an established connection there and you don’t want to disturb the equilibrium between you but then everything they do takes your breath away. It feels like too much of a risk.

It wasn’t particularly a problem at the start, you always thought Tom was attractive, but it takes you time to get to know someone. You must know who they are as a person before you start to crush on them. But then you got to know him.

What could you do though? You wanted to be his friend. If nothing else came from it (and you were almost certain nothing would) you still wanted to be his friend.

“What no kiss for me?” Tom teased his friend.

Haz brought his hand to his open mouth, “oh, I’m sorry darling, please forgive me.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of Tom’s curls.

Tom held Haz’s chin, “I can’t stay mad at that face.”

All three of you let out breathy laughs.

“Alright I really gotta go now.”

Haz slung his bag onto his shoulder, “don’t you two kids have too much fun without me. Actually, forget that, it’s impossible to have too much fun without me.”

Tom shoved his friend light-heartedly, “alright, get lost.”

Now the two of you were alone, you took a shaky sip of coffee.

Tom leaned back in his chair, spreading his body fully out, his feet sliding underneath the table. You both settled into silence for a few moments whilst sipping your drinks.

You knew you needed to sort your feelings out. You couldn’t go on like this forever. Maybe you should tell Tom but then what would he think? What would Haz think? You valued them both so much as friends, the thought that that could all be stripped away was scary. And there was the being vulnerable thing, which had never been your forte. Laying yourself bare like that, waiting for someone else’s response sounded terrifying.

That was a problem for another day though, for now it wouldn’t be so bad if you watched the way Tom’s fingers flexed around his mug and the way his tongue glided over his bottom lip after he took a bite of food, right?

“Oh hey, Y/N,” Tom said through a mouth full, “if you’re free tomorrow.”

He swallowed down the sandwich.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over, we could watch a movie or something, order some food.”

Tom always got distracted when watching films, checking his phone every half an hour, which would usually bother you a lot. But you could never find it in yourself to get mad at him. Besides you liked showing him your favourites and watching his reactions at pivotal moments, when he was watching at least.

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun. That film I was telling you about just came out.”

You waggled your eyebrows at him, sinking into your chair.

“Perfect,” he took a swig of coffee, looking at you over the rim, “it’s a date.”

What? A date? Hahahah, what? He doesn’t mean an actual date. It’s just a figure of speech, yeah just a figure of speech.

“Uhhh.” You tried to scrabble for a semblance of thought.

“Harrison?” you muttered, your brain still processing.

“Huh,” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“I mean Harrison is going to be there too, right?”

“Oh no, Haz is going out tomorrow.”

He noted the dumbfounded look on his face.

“If you don’t want to come then-” he trailed off.

“No, no, I do,” you chimed in. “I do,” you whispered to yourself.

Tom perked up at that, “great, I’ll text you a time later or something.”

“Yeah.”

What is going on? He had never invited you to hang out alone with him before. Best not to panic. Oh who are you kidding, you wouldn’t be able to stop panicking.

This was just two friends hanging out together, right? It had to be.

But then he did call it a date and you had never heard him call a casual hang out a date before.

No, no, no. You’re being silly, reading too much into this, it definitely wasn’t a date. Why would Tom Holland, who could have any girl ask you out on a date? It just wasn’t plausible. No, this wasn’t a date.

Then why did he call it a date. Guess you had a date with Tom Holland tomorrow?

Fuck.

Tagging some mutuals who may be interested below: @tomhollandthirst @uglypastels @spidey-pal @spideyfield @onedustyboi @h-osterfield @starkravingparker @mysteryavengers @aw-hawkeye

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lifeoftheparty74 · 5 years

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“The secret’s out now.”

A/N: Idk really what this is, but yeah... hope you enjoy! Really fluffy! (Also sorry, but I can’t get the lyric clear... working on it) Feedback is always appreciated!

Pairing(s): ShawnxReader

Word count: 1801

Warnings: Age difference? Nothing that’s actually triggering

Do you know what's just great?

It sucks that I'm in high school, and I see these cute couples all around me.

It's not that I normally have something against them, I kind of like them to be honest, but right now, they're just reminding me of what I can't have.

Currently I'm sitting in history, in the back of the class, and right in front of me is the most popular couple of the school. They've been together for almost two years, and everyone, including me, thinks they are really cute around each other.

Right now the guy has his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she is holding his hand and playing with the ring on his finger. It's not an overly romantic gesture, but I can only imagine myself sitting in my boyfriends arms and holding his hand like that.

There are only three problems in our relationship:

One: He lives in Canada and I am from Europe, so we can't travel to see each other a lot.

Two: He is also a pretty famous pop star and tours a lot, which limits the time we have to visit each other even more.

Three: On top op that, our relation is very, very secret, no one except our parents know, so we have to be extremely sneaky. Not even my best friends know, because I know they would never understand why I've been with him for almost a year while we haven't spent more than a week in each other's presence every time we meet.

But I love him. God, I love him so much.

I wish I could see his eyes again. I wish I could wish him a goodnight in person, not just on Snapchat. I wish I could hear his raspy morning voice and see his bed hair. I wish I could hear him sing to me again, not just a recording on my phone. I wish he was here to keep me warm, not just one of his old hoodies I stole and have worn way too many times.

I wish he didn't live across the ocean. I wish I didn't have to share him with thousands of fans. I wish we weren't a secret.

I wish he were here.

I'm snapped out of my wistful thinking by the ringing of the bell, and I rush out of the room in hopes of finding a table for me and my friends for lunch.

As soon as I finish my sandwich and water I grab my phone to snap him. I kind of feel guilty, because my friends actually complain regularly about my phone usage, but I want to wish him a good morning.

You see, the other problem that we have is our age difference. Some (read: most) people will look at us weirdly if we told them we're dating with our ages.

The thing is that according to a lot of people, I am very mature for my age. Not only do I look older and did my puberty start when I was just ten, meaning my body is very curved, I act grown up in almost all situations, except with friends. This is mostly just because of social anxiety, but that doesn't really matter.

When Shawn and I first met, he thought I was way older that I actually was. We'd already been on a couple of dates and had both started falling hard when he figured out my age. I may or may not have tried to hide it from him, because I was a huge fan and wanted some time with him. We decided together that we would continue seeing each other, but to not tell anyone outside of our families, to not destroy his good, innocent name and not make me seem like a gold digger, only going out with him for fame.

While that does, in some ways, keep our relationship safe, it is also incredibly hard as our time together is always limited.

For your information, I'm fourteen and he is twenty.

Is that too much?

Sometimes I think so. But, on the other hand, I am very mature and grown-up, while he mostly still acts like an eight-year old, so we cancel each other out.

Also, now it might seem like a lot, but I think in a couple of years it'll be more acceptable. I hope.

This is one of the reasons why we haven't done a lot of... intimate stuff yet.

Of course, we have done something, I mean, we're teenagers. But not all the way yet.

I'm worried what my friends will think when they find out. I really want to tell them, but I don't know how.

Let's hope things will change soon.

***

Once every few months, my school holds this kind of concert for students. Basically, everyone who wants to can sing or play a song, alone or in a group. It's usually great fun and it is really great to hear the differences in voices and how in their element or completely uncomfortable people are with the whole school watching them.

Currently I'm just chatting with my best friend while watching the stage with half an eye. Song after song is played, and I have kind of lost my interest.

That is, until a familiar voice begins to sing a familiar song.

The entire band is there: Zubin, Mike, Geoff, Eddy, I can spot Andrew sitting behind them as they play 'Falling all in you'.

Our song.

Shawn's eyes are on the public the whole time, on occasion glancing at me and winking. I can hear people whispering about who he is and who he's looking at, but I can't seem to mind them.

I'm only watching him.

Sunrise with you on my chest

No blinds in the place where I live

Daybreak open your eyes

'Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night

Still, we're changing our minds here

Be yours, be my dear

So close with you on my lips

Touch noses, feeling your breath

Push your heart and pull away, yeah

Be my summer in a winter day love

I can't see one thing wrong

Between the both of us

Be mine, be mine, yeah

Anytime, anytime

Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

haven't I? I thought I knew it all

Found love but I was wrong

More times than enough

But since you came along

I'm thinking baby

You are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Falling all in

You fell for men who weren't how they appeared, yeah

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Falling all in you

Fast forward a couple years, yeah

Grown up in the place that we live

Make love, then we fight

Laugh 'cause it was only meant to be for one night baby

I guess we can't control

What's just not up to us

Be mine, be mine, yeah

Anytime, anytime

Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

haven't I? I thought I knew it all

Found love but I was wrong

More times than enough

But since you came along

I'm thinking baby

You are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Falling all in

You fell for men who weren't how they appear

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Falling all in you

Every time I see you baby I get lost

If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up

Every night I'm with you I fall more in love

Now I'm laying by your side

Everything feels right since you came along

I'm thinking baby

You, yeah, are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Falling all in

You fell for men who weren't how they appear (Ooh)

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Falling all in

As he's playing the last few notes, he's directly looking at me and not even being subtle about it.

That boy is about to expose us.

Then again, seeing as he's basically serenading me in front of my entire school, that might just be the point.

As he finishes the song, the rest of the guys quickly leave stage and Shawn removes the mic to step forward.

"So, to answer a lot of your questions, yes, I am Shawn Mendes.

"I'm here today because I have a wonderful girlfriend, who I love very much, and I'd like to say something to her.

"We have been dating for almost a year, and we've been secret for all that time, for a couple of reasons. Partly because we are long distance, and because of me being so famous. But the main reason is our age difference: She's six years younger than me. But I love her dearly, and, frankly, I'm sick of hiding."

He jumps off stage, and I can't help but admire his jawline and his huge hands as he walks around while I try to contain myself from jumping him.

"Of course, this is also her choice. If you don't want to, I get that completely, baby. But I really want to know, do you want to go public?"

His eyes land on the public, scanning the rows of people. As his eyes land on me, they still for just a fraction of a second.

I nod.

He walks forward, eyes fixated on me as his jaw tenses. He drops the mic and as he reaches me, grabs my upper arm and pulls me to my feet, being careful not to hurt me.

He goes in for a hug, but I'm not having any of it as I turn my head and press my lips to his.

He freezes for a second, unsure of what to do, but as I move my lips against his full, plumb ones, he seems to forget where we are and kisses me back hungrily.

The cheers of the public and my friends right next to me bring me back to the world as I pull back and look into his eyes.

"I love you." I whisper, noticing his eyes slowly turn from honey brown to a darker shade, almost black.

"I love you too," He answers, and pulls me against him as he chuckles softly. "Guess the secret's out now."

I nod in response. "And I couldn't be happier."

I know that it will be difficult, that we'll get hate, that it won't be as it was, but you know what? I don't care.

Because he is Shawn.

And I am Y/N.

And together, we can pretty much do every damn thing.

#shawnmendes #shawn #shawnmendesblurb #shawnmendesfanfic #shawnmendesimagine #fluff #fallin all in you

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legendofpixel-blog · 5 years

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Shadow of the waves

Chapter 1:

A young mermaid swam into a large circular stone room, hiding behind the pillars evading the sight of any of the adults swimming around the room. Her long platinum colored hair, flowing around her head and upper torso. The color matched the light stone behind her almost perfectly. Her Golden eyes scanning the room for anyone who might see her.

Quickly he swam to a pillar slightly closer to the other side of the large room. Several voices spoke among themselves, the girl showed little to no interest in the conversations surrounding her as she made her way to the other side of the room, still unnoticed by the other merfolk in the room.

Suddenly one voice came out silencing the room instantly, the voice was loud and commanded respect just by a word, though is had a very kind soul behind it. The merman at the other side of he room spoke again.

"Now, my friends. I thank you for the support in my early retirement, and my son's rise to the throne." He said, gesturing to the significantly younger merman behind him. The younger merman gracefully swam up next to the older one. Both smiled looking out a the room of smiling merfolk.

The young mermaid continued from pillar to pillar coming closer to the two mermen who were still looking out to the crowd of smiling faces. Finally the cheering crowd quieted as the older merman raised his hand, signaling for silence.

Suddenly something caught the attention of the platinum haired mermaid. One particular merman who didn't even seem to be smiling, or clapping with the others, he seemed more mad, as he glared at the two mermen up in front of the crowd. He had short black hair and his eyes seemed to be almost a blood-red. One of his eyes was surrounded by a darker color seemingly a large burn mark.

Slowly the Merman turned just enough to see the young mermaid hiding behind the stone pillar watching him. His frown quickly turns to a devilish grin as he watched her shy behind the pillar once again. Something about this merman felt familiar somehow.

The girl looked up where the two mermen were, her golden eyes turning slightly darker to a more brownish color, as fear began to fill her mind. She tried to focus on the words of the older merman again but found it much harder now.

"Now I know non of you came hear for a long winded speech. So lets just move right to the thrown room, and truly start. shall we?" The older merman said, gesturing towards the door the young mermaid had come in from before. Quickly the crowd parted right down the middle, revealing a red and gold carpet on the floor.

As the two mermen began swimming past the pillar the girl was behind, she quickly bolted out from behind the stone pillar, and quickly hugged the older merman tightly, causing the older merman to laugh slightly and hug back, picking her up to hug her tighter. The three continued swimming out the door.

The older man looked down at the young girl, smiling. "I wondered where you had gotten to, Ameerah." He said, looking back up to the door. Ameerah looked back to the other merman swimming beside them, a the merman let her down. "Exited?" She asked, still holding the hand of the older merman.

The merman gave a nervous smile and knotted, looking straight at the door. The girl looked at him sadly. "You should relax, Asem. Our people loved you, you'll do fine." the older merman said, trying to help his son relax a little. Asem looked down for a moment thinking. "Easy for the two of you to say..." He said looking back up to the door. The young mermaid looked at him worriedly.

Slowly the girl looked behind them, seeing the crowd following them, suddenly she noticed the same merman from before, watching with a dark grin on his face. Ameerah turned back to the older merman beside her. "Dad, theres a man hear I don't recognize." She said quietly. The joy-full smile on his face turned to a look of worry and fear.

"where is he?" He asked, looking directly at the door-way just ahead of them. Ameerah looked back to the direction she had seen him before, only to no longer see him. "He's gone..." She replied worriedly, looking back at the older merman. The look in the old man's eyes made his already white hair look even paler. "What did he look like?" He asked, still looking ahead.

Ameerah hesitated trying to remember the details of his face, though one thing that she didn't even need to think on was the burn-scar around his right eye. "Um... He had short dark hair, red eyes, and a weirdly shaped burn-scar around his right eye. And he didn't look happy." She finished, looking up at the worried face of her father, who had gone pale in the face now.

The three went out the door, seeing meany guards around the aria, helmets kept there faces hidden. on the other side of the large courtyard stood two large thrones, surrounded by status of merfolk. Ameerah had ben told that they were built to resemble the past royals, so they would always look over them. And just behind the thrones stood an all to familiar face engravin in stone. The face of her mother, though Ameerah had no true memories of the women, she had the word of her father and older brother, and the statue to put a face to it.

Ameerah looked over to her father, as he looked over to one of the guards, gesturing for the guard to come. The guard quickly swam over and saluted. Though his helmet concealed the face of the guard, Ameerah recognised his voice intently as the head of the guards. He had willingly looked after her several times, and the two had become quite close.

Ameerah could hear her fathers voice speaking in a whisper. "Jefery, keep an eye on everyone, ok? I fear 'he' May be back." Jefery noted, swimming back to his place at the side of the room. The three continued swimming twords the thrones. "Dad, what's wrong?" Ameerah asked, looking up at her father again. He hesitated before answering. "I hope nothing." He replied, his voice sounded hollow, like he had lost all emotion.

The girl looked over to her brother worriedly, Asem looked just as concerned as there father. His silver eyes looking almost hollow. The three soon came to the thrones, and Ameerah swam off to the side to get out of the way. She ended up next to one of the guards who held a long sword by his side, though it seemed different from the usual sword she wold see the guards holding.

The sword they wold usually wield, would have a silver hillt with a small bit of metal that went on the outside of the hand to help keep a better grip, and a curved guard witch looked like it was designed to look like a wave of the sea.

This sword seemed to have a much darker Idea behind it. It had a more golden hint to it's hillt, with two dragons at the pommel of the hillt, and something that looked like dragon wings at the guard of the hillt. The wings themselves looked like they could slice through just about anything.Though it seemed the right length.

Ameerah looked up at the guard who had the sword. Like the other guards he had a helmet that concealed his face. It was supposed to keep there identities obscure so no one could guilt them for an order they were issued. But this guard didn't seem to have that particular function in mind.

Ameerah turned to her father as he began to speak. "Asem, Abano. You are the eldest air to my throne, and by law you take my crown as I leave this position as king, and leave it to you. Do you except this responsibility?" He asked, looking down twords his air. A quite and timid "Yes." was heard.

Suddenly the older merman's face went pale once again a he too a deep breath. "Then, by law... I ask if there are any who stand against him as air to my throne?" He asked, looking nervously out at the crowd of people. Suddenly a deep voice came out of the silent crowd. "I object." The stranger from before swam to the front of the crowd, everyone moving quickly to get out of his way, as two mermen followed just behind him.

The man continued, looking up at Ameerah's father a calm smile on his face. "The boy isn't even the proper age of 20 yet, he can't inherit the throne yet." The man with the burn-scar swam up the just beside Asem, as he finished. The man's tail was spotted with splotches of gray on random points. The rest of his tail was red, matching his eyes.

Ameerah's father had a dark look in his eyes. "And you were exiled, you're not wecocme hear." He said in a cold voice. A sound no one in the room was accustomed to, exept for the merman beside Asem. He looked several years younger then the Ameerah's father.

"That dose not change the fact that he is to young." The man's grin grew as he spoke. "And according to the law, if a challenger has enough support behind him, say... Half the kingdom, he can take the throne, with or without royal blood." Asem looked over to the merman next to him concerned. "That's called a mutiny." He said, in reply. The scarred merman looked over at Asem, a frown on his face. Then turned back to the older merman, now just glaring at him, completely unamused by the younger merman beside him.

Looking around, Ameerah could see several of the guard reaching for the swords at there sides, including the one beside her. The guard looked down at the young girl, Ameerah could see a dark glint behind the helmet. Slowly the young mermaid began to back away for him.

Looking up at the Scarred merman, Ameerah could see him holding up two of his fingers, as if preparing to signal someone of something. The guard looked back at the strange merman, seemingly waiting for something.

Suddenly Jefery quickly swam a the scarred merman. "Fethi!!!" He yelled, unsheathing his sword and aiming it at the merman. Just before he made contact the merman moved out of the why, causing Jefery to accidentally dashing past his target, and ending up half way between the stranger and Ameerah's father.

Quickly Jefery turned to see the scarred merman slowly backing away from the small group, still holding his two fingers pointed upwards, and still facing the three, a large grin on his face. Suddenly he threw hi hand down now pointing to the three, the moment he did so the guard next to Ameerah drew his sword as did several of the other guards around the room, each aiming there swords at the three by the thrones.

The merman looked down at the three grinning down at them. "Now, Judas, you will understand what I felt for the last 5 years... alone... and abandoned... And everything RIPED away from you." Ameerah began to back away, fear entering her mind. The guards who had pulled there swords began to come closer to the three at the thrones, aiming there swords at them.

Suddenly Ameerah felt a hand on her shoulder from behind, causing her to quickly tern her head to see who it was. One of the guards stood behind her, her first reaction was to flinch, worried he was with that Fethi guy. The guard put a finger up to his mouth signaling her to keep quiet. The guard gently guided her to one of the doors.

The guard guided Ameerah through the halls twords an exit. "What's happening?" Ameerah asked, holding onto the arm of the guard guiding her through the halls. "The merman with the burned eye... He is an enemy of your father." Ameerah looked up at him worried. "Then why aren't you in there with him?" She asked worry filling her voice.

The guard stoped for a moment looking down at her. "You are my priority. As much as I would love to protect your father and brother to." He said, beginning to swim forward again, gesturing for the girl to follow. The two got to an exit. "Lisen, if I tell you to swim, you do so without question. And do not stop for anything." The guard said calmly, as he began to open the door. The small mermaid noted slowly, looking at the ground. The guard noted back, gently taking her hand.

As soon as the door opened Ameerah gasped in shock, it was utter chaos. When Fethi side half the kingdom, he included he guards. Several of the guards were fighting other guards who had the darker versions of the swords. Merfolk were swimming everywhere trying to escape the commotion.

The guard tightened his grip on Ameerah's hand, and quickly swam out into the chaos, heading in the direction of the city gates. For the most part it was just swim through, every once and a while a merman or mermaid would accidentally bump into them and swim off again. Just before reaching the gates, the guard guiding Ameerah stopped, noticing two guards by the gates. Ameerah could just barely see the Dragon like hilt by there sides.

The guard guiding her slowly continued towards the guards, Ameerah gently pulled him back, causing her guide to stop and look down at her. "They have the weird Dragon swords." She whispered, hoping his hand tightly. "What? What Dragon swords?" He asked, looking back to the guards cautiously. Ameerah pointed to the swords at there sides and back to his, showing the differences in them.

The guard put his hand on his sword ready to pull it. The two guards watched them. Once they noticed Ameerah they each gave a small bow, still watching them carefully. The two guards slowly swam up. "State your business." One said, slowly unsheathing his sword.

The guard by Ameerah gently slipped something in her hand, and quickly released her hand, swimming slightly closer to the two. "I am escorting the young princess to the safe-house." He said, looking to the gate behind the two guards, as if telling them to move. The two guards didn't move an inch.

Ameerah looked down at the small object her guard has given her. It was a small dagger, a dragon's face on the pommel of the hult, the rest of the blade seemed standard. She held the small blade closely out of fear, watching the three talk.

"Allow one of us to take her, after all in sure your needed hear more then anything." One of the guards stated, coming slightly closer to Ameerah. The guard who have Ameerah the dagger, quickly pulled his sword, placing it between the traitor and Ameerah, keeping him a good distance from her. The guard turned to look at the guide, his eyes showing anger.

"I suppose you know then..." He said, pulling his sword up as to use it. The guide quickly slashed the arm of the traitor, and pointed his sword at the other one. " Swim!" The guide yelled, jabbing his head in the detection of the gates. Ameerah quickly began to swim right to the gates. Swimming out she could hear some yelling. "Get her!!!" One of the guards from before shouted, as she kept swimming away from the city gates.

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kingbuckley · 6 years

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This is a long long long fic dump for bellarke fics. They are in no particular order, varying lengths, some aus some not--but there are summaries! so enjoy i guess.

There's A Nap For That

Based on that post: "If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date." Or: The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically. See also: Let Them Rest.

Flowers Fade, But The Internet Lasts Forever

the one where Clarke finds out the hard way that having two separate Twitter accounts and a hopeless crush on Bellamy Blake don't exactly mix.

And They'll Hang Us In The Louvre

“Well I mean, I can always give you a hand. If you want.” By the time her brain has managed to catch up with what she just said, his eyes have already snapped over to her and she pretends to be engrossed in the salt slowly dissolving around the rim of her margarita. “Really,” he says flat. “What are friends for, am I right?” she says breezily, looking anywhere but at him.

Chemical, Physical, Kryptonite

four times Bellamy and Clarke try to be friends with benefits, and one time they stop kidding themselves.

the fire is coming

Clarke's jaeger goes down on a Thursday.

one night to push and scream (and then relief)

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are FBI agents sent undercover as a married couple to infiltrate the Wallace family organized crime ring. Great plan, except for the part where they hate each other.

and dream how wonderful your life will be

Clarke has known Bellamy Blake for two months when she finds out two completely unexpected things about him: he's married, and he has an eight-year-old son. He's also getting a divorce and he needs a roommate, and she's got a spot. It's complicated.

long day

bellamy + clarke as co-dependent, twenty-something roommates (or, the one in which they’re dating already but don’t know it, and bellamy only realizes he has a heart when it breaks)

neither lost nor found

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke's magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Spent a Dollar on This Ring

Clarke has never considered that raising a baby together would come into the equation when she started sleeping with Bellamy Blake, but here they are.

regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

After an argument with her mother about her unplanned pregnancy, Clarke Griffin ends up back in the small town where her father used to live, spilling her sob story to a sympathetic bartender. And then, somehow, she ends up moving in with the bartender and her brother.

Going Courtin’

Five times people thought Clarke and Bellamy were together, and the one time they said "Screw it" (and it blew up in their faces).

live my life without [coming up for air]

The first time he meets Clarke, it's three in the morning and all he's wearing are his boxer shorts and a bad case of bed head.Series

Or, You Could Always Google It

Someone really should have warned Clarke that the first step to becoming internet famous would involve acquiring a nemesis. (Or, Bellarke as rival YouTubers, basically.)

Maybe the World'll Look Like This Forever

Clarke and Bellamy have been friends since he transferred to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Now he's taking down dark wizards and she's patching him up when he comes home.

magic always does happen

In their third year, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake are found jumping out of the third-floor Charms classroom window with nothing but a Levitation Charm and a whole lot of hope.They are young, and they believe magic can be made without wands.They spend the next six days side-by-side in hospital wing beds, still arguing over whether it’s “levi-O-sa” or “levi-o-SA”.

A Date With Botticelli’s Niece

There's no way Bellamy's going to let his sister go to sit for an artist who posted an ad for a nude model in a coffee shop. Not alone. That's how people get stabbed. It's just not safe.

Once Again

Five times Bellamy and Clarke disagreed with each other (and one time they didn't).

Nightly, Beside the Green, Green Grass

As a kid, Clarke always wanted one of those friends who climbed into her window whenever they wanted to. And when she meets Bellamy, she gets one.

The Nature of My Game

It's some douchey frat boy who gives Clarke the idea for a "Come in for a free flower if your name is..." sign, and she honestly has a lot of fun with it. She's just not expecting anyone to complain that she'll never put his up. That's some weird Rumpelstiltskin shit.

Occam's Razor

As far as Bellamy's concerned, bachelor auctions are creepy, even if they're for a good cause. But it's Octavia's cause, and she's his baby sister, so of course he agrees. He didn't think Clarke was going to be there. And he definitely didn't think she was going to bid on him.

looks on tempests, and is never shaken

four times Bellamy helps Clarke out, and one time Clarke helps him out.

Believe Me, There's a Better Frankenstein For You To Bride

Two weeks before her wedding, Clarke finds out her fiance is cheating on her. Weirdly, it wouldn't be that much of a problem, except that it's her job to give people relationship advice, and screwing up her own relationship this hard could reflect poorly on her. So she figures she can just marry someone else. That works, right?

The Great Outdoors

Bellamy's life doesn't get worse when Octavia realizes the magic phrase to get him to come on social outings is "Clarke's coming," but it definitely gets busier.Still, it's hard to resist. He's maybe a little pathetic.

I'm Way Out of My Depth Again

Bellamy is pretty sure he's going to stop having sex with Clarke at some point. But he's not going to be the first one to bring it up, because maybe if he doesn't, they can just keep going.

Forever and/or Down in Flames

Bellamy needs a place to live, Clarke needs a new roommate. No one thinks it's a good idea for them to move in together, but they're not letting that stop them.

We Came Out on Top

Bellamy, Clarke, and the trivia night rivalries only they care about.

wherever you're going, i'm not far behind

Bellamy and Clarke are both single, and fucking, and it's going to be fine.

It's Something So Surreal

On one level Bellamy doesn't actually have a problem with the fact that he gets a text message from a number he doesn't know with an attached picture of a hot girl in a fancy lingerie set. He just assumes it's some sort of weird sex app trying to lure him in. After all, no one has boobs that fantastic; it's got to be photoshop. On another level, it gets him riled up about the objectification of women and he's probably going to talk Miller's ear off about it later that night. But then he gets another text that just says, yes or no?

Love Doesn't Discriminate (It Takes & It Takes & It Takes)

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are soulmates. Too bad neither of them knows it.

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie)

Clarke's in the FBI, Bellamy's the grandson of a mobster, and they've got to work together.

Drops of Gold Like Sparks

Whenever their apartment is too quiet, Clarke and Madi settle into a local coffee shop to catch up on work and homework. Clarke steps outside to answer a call, and Madi asks the most erudite-looking person within shouting distance for help with her history homework.

Forty Yards

Bellamy and Clarke are caught in the crossfire of an Eligius/Wonkru battle, and in the fury of it all, Bellamy refuses to leave Clarke behind.

The Dark Side of the Morning

It isn’t the first time Bellamy has found a sword pressed to his throat, and God knows it probably won’t be the last. At this rate, his neck is going to be one massive scar before the year is up.

See Me In Hindsight

the one where they're project partners and maybe, perhaps, friends. (And maybe, perhaps, more.)

Explain The Infinite

Clarke’s pretty sure you’re supposed to like your soul mate. She really wasn’t expecting Bellamy Blake.

Just as You Are Mine

Clarke seals an alliance with the Broadleaf clan by marrying Bellamy Blake.

But Dear, Don’t Be Afraid Of Love, It’s Only Magic

Apparently all of his classes at Hogwarts are trying to tell Bellamy that he’s in love with Clarke. He needs magic to mind its own business, because he’s known how screwed he is for a while now.

Don't Take No Sorcery

Clarke and Bellamy wouldn't describe themselves and friends, per se, but they have an arrangement. And in a place like Hogwarts, it's only in a clever young witch or wizard's best interest to have an unexpected ally or two.

Maybe the World'll Look Like This Forever

Clarke and Bellamy have been friends since he transferred to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Now he's taking down dark wizards and she's patching him up when he comes home.

he said, she said

If there’s one thing that’s common knowledge amongst the Hogwarts student body, it’s that Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin hate each other.

can't control my feelings, can't control my thoughts

When Jasper accidentally gifts Clarke a love potion, everyone she interacts with starts acting...weird. Everyone, that is, except Bellamy.

where dwell the brave at heart

Usually their fights end in doors slamming. Or furious necking in the common room. But really, there's not much difference between the two.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

The rivalry between Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin is a thing of legends, but it doesn't exactly stop him from making out with her either.

mapping the curve of your lips and the smell of your skin

She smothers a laugh into her hand just like he knew she would, and he works very hard on schooling his expression into one of annoyance and boredom. But she's there next to him and she's laughing, small sounds slipping out between her fingers, and it's so very hard for him to resist turning to her and laughing with her.

Let's Hope for Some Love

Bellamy's pack is a mess and Clarke is some sort of weird werewolf whisperer.

I wanna raise you to be like her

Bellamy was just trying to take care of his sister - but somewhere along the way he bought a building and started his own orphanage. Now he has a house full of kids, running around, getting into trouble, and wanting good homes. Obviously, Bellamy finds himself loving each one of them like his own life.

our hearts are oceans, our ribs are cages

He lifted himself onto his knees, and suddenly his torso was in between her thighs. Clarke took the opportunity to rest her forehead on his shoulder. The weight of keeping it up was giving her a headache. He tugged at the shoulders of her jacket and peeled it off her limp arms. Then they were at the hem of her shirt, ripped and torn and bloody. He swept it up and she flinched when his knuckles grazed her bare skin."Come on, now," he said softly. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

Better to Give Than to Receive

Clarke means to give Bellamy a coupon book with chores she'll do for him for his birthday. It's cute, she figures. She actually gives him a coupon book for sexual favors. She goes with it.

One of Our Own

“What do you mean, you found a baby?” Octavia demanded.

Livewire

Clarke Griffin finds 'Atlas' written on her wrist and Bellamy Blake sees flowers bloom on his skin.

Please Don't Get Me Rescued

Bellamy wants to handle his leukemia on his own. Clarke just won't let him. (Happy Ending; No Major Character Death)

now the world is ours to take

in which Clarke and Bellamy realize, that maybe, just maybe, their delinquents are all grown up.

Slow It Down

a one-night stands results in a little surprise.

And I Love This Place, the Enormous Sky

The Skaikru needs an ally, and the Delphi Clan is willing. It might not be their tradition to seal such alliances with a marriage, but Clarke Griffin has always done what her people need. Bellamy can't help admiring that. So he goes with her.

in the silence between worlds (that's where I'll find you)

everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.

Inconceivable

"Well," Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great."

#bellarke #bellarke fic #bellarke fic rec #the 100 fic #the 100 fic rec #mine #fic rec

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smolfangirl · 6 years

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A taken seat and a missed chance

Lutteoficweek 2018 Day 1

My sense of time is a mess recently so I feel like I wrote this ages ago when it was literally last week... anyway, it belongs to the neighbor au that is still 90% in my head but has this posted os. Hope you enjoy this :D

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The library is as full as expected on a Thursday afternoon. Students line up on desks, row after row in the spacious hall right behind the entry, and Luna has to watch her feet in order to not stumble over the many backpacks in the way. Every seat is taken, so she hurries past desperate classmates and strangers to the emptier, more hidden corners of the building.

Still no empty seats.

But that’s okay, she has her favorite place anyway and it’s always free.

Or was.

She curses under her breath and condemns herself for sleeping in and being late to work and then losing track of time over the chat with her prof. It hasn’t been her day already, but a taken seat, this taken seat, causes her to regret ever waking up.

With hesitant steps, Luna walks closer. The desk is covered in books and printed papers, and a backpack weirdly familiar leans against the table, not that she gives it too much of a thought, too upset by the fact someone else uses the very same seat she spends multiple hours a day on, every week for months now.

Shit. She knows that person.

Luna freezes on her spot.

More cursing escapes her mouth, this time not as silent as it should be. People turn around from all sides.

He turns around.

A certain spot on her neck catches fire, or that’s what it feels like at least.

Even worse, he simply winks and motions her to come closer.

Great, she thinks, this is great, totally great and everything is cool, the universe doesn’t hate her, she can handle this, it’s not like this stupid thing hasn’t faded yet…

“Hi, Luna,” Matteo greets her after a glimpse on the curve of her neck that lasts definitely too long and with a grin definitely too obvious. “What are you doing here?”

The smirk in his voice is too much to handle. Supporting herself on the desk, she leans over and lowers her voice. “Matteo, I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester, so what are you doing here?”

His eyebrows lift in what Luna guesses is a faked surprise. “Oh, is that seat so important to you?”

It’s true, that seat somehow is important to her, and not only because it’s the perfect workspace for her.

The desk is pushed against the grey wall, no pictures or book shelfs or windows to stare at for hours. It’s designed for solely one person, so it’s impossible to get distracted by the surrounding students as well – which is probably why no one else ever bothers to use it, but it’s what makes it perfect for her to dive into studying too.

And maybe, just a little bit, it feels like her place in the library after the endless time she spent here since the semester started. Not that he needs to know that.

(He probably does, the topic surely came up during the hours of conversations on movie nights and dinner nights and lazy afternoons and grocery shopping and… anyway, he probably knows.)

“Matteo, please.” Why give him an explanation when he hasn’t given her one either?

“Oh, does it bother you that much, munchkin?” he asks, chuckling.

Of course he’s trying to mess with her. Lately it’s all he does, but she doesn’t have the time for his little games. All she craves is a bath and some ice cream and the sooner she finishes studying, the sooner she can chill at home.

Alone.

“To be honest, yes.”

“You know what bothers me?” he replies, and her stomach curls itself into a ball at his tone. “That I haven’t seen you in almost a week and I feel that it’s not coincidentally.”

Her eyes wander through the hall, avoid him while she searches for any other seat she could escape to. With her luck, however, there’s not a single free one.

“Can you please just let me work here? I’m kinda running on a schedule.”

Silently, he boils her with his gaze. If he doesn’t stop, little pearls of sweat will appear on her forehead in no time, and then he’ll never let her live it down.

“Matteo.” It’s a plea, a warning, for both him and herself.

While her brain still struggles to catch up (and make her turn around and leave), at least Matteo gets the hint. Though the challenging spark in his eyes doesn’t seem so much like a better alternative…

“You could sit on my lap.”

“What?” “I said you could sit on my lap. That way, we can both study and you don’t have to give up on your precious seat.”

Her immediate impulse is to ask him if he lost his goddamn mind. How is she supposed to concentrate sitting on his lap? Feeling his breath dance over her skin? Feeling the warmth his chest radiates? Then, she wonders if it’s an excuse to grace her skin with more hickeys and again, if he lost his mind.

But none of these words slip through her lips, of course not. Luna simply stares at him, just present enough to stop her mouth from hanging open.

Matteo raises an eyebrow. Rolls back with his chair and taps on his legs twice. “So?”

There’s no time left to lose for her. As she told him, she’s running on a schedule, she wants to go home so this day can finally come to an end. Plus, he’s waiting for an answer, and it feels like the whole library is waiting for one, too. The stares of the surrounding students burn her back, she can feel how they judge her. How they want to go back to work without this constant mumbling out of this corner.

She needs to decide.

“Ugh, okay.”

At the smile Matteo flashes at her, Luna isn’t sure whether this was the best decision of her life or her biggest mistake.

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To her surprise, it works out pretty well.

Okay, if she’s honest, she has no idea how Matteo manages to get any work done, since she blocks his whole view on the desk, so, let’s say, it works out pretty well for her.

Mostly.

At some point, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

It doesn’t disturb her. The fire in her stomach lighting up at his touch doesn’t spark a series of imaginations in her head. (And if it does, she quickly pushes those pictures aside.)

Sometimes, Luna focuses so much on her notes that she actually forgets he’s here. Those are the blessed moments in which she indulges in productivity and blissful ignorance to his existence.

Though no matter how long the peace lasts, reality always catches up on her.

That’s when she struggles to keep her breathing calm, that’s when the memories of last weekend come back, that’s when she hates him and herself and the entire universe for letting her end up as his neighbor.

But mostly, it works out pretty well.

///

“Is everything okay?” Matteo asks when Luna keeps shifting around in his lap, trying to decode her notes from yesterday’s class.

Putting the notes down, she sighs. “I need a break,” she mumbles. As she intends to get up, Matteo never gives her the chance, because as soon as the words leave her mouth, his hands gently rub over her neck.

Sparks fly where they touch. Time freezes, and with it, Luna.

“Then I have an idea,” he replies in a voice destined to melt every resistance. A little voice inside her wants to ask him if it’s the same idea he last had, but Luna shuts up – his massage feels so good, she has no intention of ruining it with a stupid comment she’d regret anyway.

His fingers work her neck in slow circles and long strokes. A moan tickles the back of her throat, and it costs her every bit of self-control to fight it. Many students left for the day already, but it’d still be highly inappropriate.

(She could’ve left to get a workplace on her own an hour ago – but his lap was too comfortable.)

Out of nowhere, maybe on accident, he brushes the bruise on her neck. Immediately, a shiver runs over her spine, and Luna only prays he didn’t notice. Her thoughts revolved around this little thing ever since she discovered it, now is not any different, just with the added tension of being so close to him, of being so close to asking what and why and all the other things she’s too afraid to say out loud.

Been too afraid to say out loud.

“About what happened last weekend…” she begins but stops herself at a loss for words.

Matteo knows what she means anyway. His fingers stop moving on her skin. “You realize I was super drunk, right?”

“Yes, sure. Of course.”

There’s no reason to feel as disappointed as she does right now. What did she expect, after all? That someone like Matteo seriously kissed her neck blue in the middle of the night because he liked her?

“Is that why you avoided me?” he asks into her ear, and it takes her brain a good moment to decipher his words.

“I didn’t avoid you.” (She did.)

“Right. Whatever.” He pauses. “But we’re still friends, no?”

Luna chuckles, it’s out before she can stop it. For the first time one of them tries to label that… thing between them and it’s nothing like she imagined. Like she wanted.

“Of course.” Her voice trembles as his finger caresses the now yellowish spot on her neck, and she closes her eyes, reminding herself they’re neighbors. Neighbors and good friends now, nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Her heart crumbles in her chest. Yeah, me too.

#soy luna #lutteoficweek #my sl fanfiction #will I ever stop mentioning the hickey incident when I write this au? The answer is No

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maloleysweekender22 · 6 years

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Birth of Desire

His smile is what I look forward to every week. Something about his smile lights up the room. Everything brightens up when he smiles at you or just in general. Shawn is smiling whiling writing new lyrics for SM3 and it instantly puts a smile on my face.

“You know you look creepy smiling like a weirdo right?” Shawn speaks up awakening me from my daze. I look at Shawn weirdly as he stares back at me.

“I love your smile” I say giving him my own version of his smile or at least try to. Shawn’s laughs echoes through the studio causing me to let out hesitant chuckle. He leans forward from his seat and clutches his stomach. His hand comes up to wipe away small tears falling down his face.

“T-that’s haha not how I smile. I’m sorry baby, but it looks like your forcing the smile” Shawn laughs again and eventually falls off his chair. I send him a glare as he tries to recuperate from laughing.

“Sorry I can’t do a good impersonation of the ‘Shawn Mendes’ smile” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest. Which oddly enough lifts my boobs a bit. Shawn clears his throat a bit before walking towards me. He takes a seat next to me pulling onto his lap to straddle him. My hand instinctively go around his neck pulling me a little closer to his chest. Shawn let’s out a small sigh as his eyes are concentrated on my breasts. I flick his head a little to get his attention, but it doesn’t remove his gaze from my breasts.

“You should really wear this sundress more often. The sundress makes your breasts look so much bigger baby. And it focuses on all your beautiful curves, no wonder Geoff and Andrew ban you from coming to the studio. I bet if you came here every time I would never get writing done, since I would have you bent over the coffee table.”

“Thanks” I respond with a small voice as he tugs the bottom of the sundress upwards to lay around my hips. Shawn’s hands make there way up my thigh slowly caressing it before cupping my face in his hands. His breath fans over my face as inches his lips closer to mine. Before he can kiss me he removes his hands from my face leaving me dumbfounded.Shawn hands start to travel down my body again and stop once he reaches my thigh. His hands move upwards under the dress and he pulls on the elastic of my underwear and lets it go. A small snap is emitted from his action.

“Don’t start getting shy on me princess! We both know your not shy when it comes to our sex life” Shawn seductively whispers into my ear as his hand keep moving upwards until they reaches my breasts. “No bra such a bad girl” he says as he caresses my breasts gently squeezing ever so often. I feel myself get wetter as his calloused fingers pull at my nipple. I let out a moan as he continues to pinch my nipples.

“Shaw-“ his phone rings on the side table interrupting us. I let out a sigh of relief as I watch him answer the phone. He taps my thigh so I can get up. I straighten my dress out and turn away to regain my composure. His hands wrap themselves around my middle and pull me back into his lap. I try and question his actions and he puts a finger to his lips.

“Yes, Andrew I’ll have the date set on the Calendar” Shawn responds as he hums in between Andrews responses. His hands trail their way to the hem of my dress bunching it around my waist. Shawn’s fingers inch their way down my panties and cup aroused core into his hand igniting a whimper from deep within my throat. He pulls me back not to hard, a hand around my throat he whispers in my ear “shh… you need to be quiet while I talk on the phone can you do that princess?” I nod as he keeps my body leaning on him.

“Sorry Andrew can you repeat that?” Andrew starting talking again and Shawn hand move my underwear to one side allowing him to to separate my folds. His cold hands send a shiver down my spine as he continues to move up and down my slit. My head turns to face his neck and try to quiet my moans as best as I can. Shawn’s fingers make their way to my throbbing clit rubbing harsh circles. My hand comes up to my mouth to diminish the constant moans and whines that leaves my lips. Shawn let’s go and I’m regaining my breath before I know his index finger pushes into me.

“Ohh Sh- Shawn what was that?” Andrew asks through the phone after I cover my mouth. Shawn sends me a glare before he clears his throat.

“Its Y/N, I don’t know what she’s doing right now. So what are our plans for the next album and upcoming tour?” Shawn resumes conversation with him leaving me to cover my moans again. In no time I’m a withering mess as my orgasm takes over my body. My thigh close trapping Shawn’s fingers from removing themselves. His fingers slowly thrust in me to ride out my high. I so badly want to scream in ecstasy as all the pleasure washes over me.

“Geoff thinks it’s best if we start in North America before moving the tour to Europe. He wants to check with you first before we start calling venues and hotels for your arrival. I also think it would be a great idea to give you a bit more time with Y/N. So Shawn what do you say?” Andrew says through the phone as Shawn looks at me. I’m in a daze trying to regain my composure. Shawn slide me off his lap and stands up.

“I think that’s great! Maybe she can be with me during the North American tour, yeah? This so great and all the buzz of SM3 is amazing.” Shawn hums to Andrews response more and my eyes slowly start to close. The undoing of a belt buckle makes me immediately open my eyes again. Shawn stands before me phone between his shoulder and neck a he undoes his pants. In two minutes tops Shawn stands in all his naked glory before me. The conversation with Andrew continues as Shawn sits back on his couch and pull me on to his lap. He presses the phone to his chest to avoid Andrew hearing our conversation.

“Take everything off and sit on my lap now” I listen to him and quickly remove any article of clothing I may on. I make a move to straddle Shawn’s lap, but he turns me around so I’m facing the large view windows looking out towards the city. We are only a few floors above the city, so anyone who looks while see my naked body on full display. It makes me wetter at the thought of being caught by people walking.

“Andrew it’s hard! I can’t have three songs recorded by midnight without anyone here! Yes, Y/N’s here….. I’m not kicking her out! ANDREW!” Shawn yells into the phone followed by Andrews response trying to calm down Shawn. I can feel his erection poking my back and I reach behind and give a gentle squeeze. His hips buck up at the sudden contact and he groans into the phone. I bite my bottom lip and start to slowly move my hand up and down his thick erection. His grunts and groans encourage me to continue.

“A-And-Andrew, I-I’m g-going to call you back!” Shawn rushes the words out and throws the phone somewhere in the room. His hips continue to buck to meet my movements and I speed up my movements. His breath becomes rapid and ragged as I move my thumb over the slit of his member.

Precum layers the tip and I rub my thumb in the in the slit in which I receive a hiss fro Shawn.

“Fuck! I hate how innocent you look and yet your a deadly tease when it comes to intimacy” Shawn utters before he hisses once again. I remove my my hand from his throbbing member and start to inch my thumb with Shawn’s precum towards my lips. Shawn hand yank me back by my ponytail as he watches me lick my thumb. I lick it as if it were a lollipop and keep my eyes on Shawn’s. He rolls his eyes back realsing my hair while he rubs his hands over his face.

“You’ll be the death of me Y/N” Shawn groans as he pulls at the end sod his hairs.

I let a smile take over knowing this wasn’t the time or place, but I couldn’t let a opportunity like this slip through my fingers.

“Say swear to god”

“Seriously?” Shawn groans while opening his eyes to me.

“Say it”

“I swear to god” I pull him in into a kiss without noting that his is slowly lifting me up. As the kiss continues a sudden pain is felt as Shawn thrust into me unexpectedly. I whimper into the kiss as the sudden penetration which halts the kiss. My head lays tucked near his neck as he lifts my legs onto the couch. I lost hum as the move at send a pleasure through my body as his erection slowly moves thrusts in me. A hand comes to my throat and gives a gentle squeeze while the other travels down my body leaving a path of goosebumps. The warmth of his touch adds a much needed arousal to my aching clit. The anticipation is killing me inside as Shawn traces my hip bones before making their way to my throbbing clit.

“So precious and only for me” he grins as his fingers open up my folds to gain contact with my clit. As soon as his fingers rub my clit I’m a withering mess on his lap. My eyes roll back as I desperately try to add friction and bounce myself on his erect member. I won’t last not like this. My legs are giving out on me, I’m so close and need a release.

“Stay open for me baby” Shawn growls into my ear as he has a tight hold around my neck. My moans arms muffled as he squeezes my throat to send me closer to the edge. His lips are on my leaving a dark mark that will be hard to hide tomorrow.

“So close Shawn!” I scream out as I few the heat building up in my abdomen. His breath is cold against my heated skin. There is a new sensation and I see Shawn thrusting his hips up in a taping pace without removing his assaults on my throbbing clit. My legs keep threatening to close on me and Shawn separating them again. It’s like a small battle which I losing. Small sobs escape my lips as his fingers start to flick my clit over and over again. This could be a punishment and it wouldnt matter because anything he does is with care and love.

“Shhh.. it’s okay princess. Just let go-ahhh” I interpret Shawn as my orgasm washes over my sweat covered body. My abdomen muscles clench and my walls clench at the force of my orgasm. Shawn’s halts his thrusts and slowly rubs my clit to ride out my high. It feels like pure bliss, but the moment soon diminishes in thin air. Shawn expertly turned me over so I did a full circle on his erect member. Our chests touch and my hands place themselves on his shoulders. His hands trace down towards my waist he slowly moves me in a riding motion in.

“So precious, and I can’t get enough of you” I hum as I watch sweat run down his forehead. His lips part and soft grunts leave his mouth. Shawn’s neck vain is prominent as he moves my hips faster on his lap. His hands hold onto my hips harder surely to leave bruises. His abs clench together signaling his close, and watching him become out of breath throws me over the edge once again.

“Fuck!” Shawn groans outs as he halts my movements bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he orgasm washes over him. My head falls onto his sweat covered shoulder and I bite down on it as Shawn’s fingers place themselves once more in my sensitive clit. I whimper and whine as he starts to rub harder and faster.

“It’s okay baby…. just one more. I know you can give me one more, can’t you?” He whispers in my ear before trailing his lips down my neck. I hesitantly nod and before I know it my third orgasm washes over my body blurring my vision. My chest heaves up and down with the overstimulation. Shawn hands wrap around me and pull into his flushed body to try and calm me down. Tears fall down my cheeks when he rubs my back in soothing circles.

“I’m so sorry baby” he says over and over again as I shake my head against his neck.

“Don’t be Shawn” I tell him knowing that I could have used the safe word, but I haven’t felt this close to him in so long. There’s a loud knock on the door startling us both as we jump and try to dress ourselves. The knob on the handle moves and loud banging comes with it. Shawn runs to the door and opens it and sees Andrew with Geoff on the other side. So glad we locked the studio door, but they will never let me come along to one of Shawn’s studio sessions again.

“Hey” I come up behind Shawn and look at Andrew and Geoff then back at Shawn. Andrew looks at me and then Shawn as do I. My eyes go wide as I spot the bite mark I left on his shoulder. I smack Shawn repeatedly which causes him to look down at me. I forgot he wore a muscle tee today to the studio.

“Umm… Shawn you have a little something right here” Geoff points to Shawn’s shoulder and he touches it and hisses in pain. I look down in embarrassment as Andrew sends Shawn a glare. Geoff tries to stifle his laugh as Andrew pulls Shawn into the hallway to talk.

“You know I’m never going to let you guys live this down right?” Geoff tells me as he looks through Shawn’s prompts for new songs. He hums in appreciation as he lands on one. I look over his shoulder to read it “birth of desire.” My cheeks redden knowing there’s more to the title. The door opens and Andrew comes in with Shawn who looks irritated and embarrassed.

“Well we’ll let you get back to work Shawn and we mean the lyrics portion” Andrew comments leaving the rooms before Shawn has the chance to throw a pillow at him for is comment. Shawn sits down on the couch and rubs his face.

“So how are my chances for coming to another studio session?” I ask him while placing my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me and shakes his head before laughing.

“Andrew said ‘this is your last chance Shawn or we are only going to have more songs related to sex’ but he’s not wrong” Shawn finishes causing me to send him a playful glare. I give him a kiss before pointing at his journal to continue writing lyrics for SM3. He groans before taking the journal and flipping through the pages to continue writing. He sends me his famous smile which causes me to my heart to flutter and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

#Shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes imagines #shawn peter raul mendes

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akaiikowrites · 6 years

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talk is cheap (and i’ve got expensive taste) pt. 2

Summary: “It’s like Romeo and Juliet only with frat parties.” Katara might be drunk, but she’s still pretty sure she just met her soulmate. [College AU]

Notes: for @zutaramonth 2017, day fourteen, drinking games. part one. ao3. very slightly less shitposty because i had to make room for the feels. behold the glorious (ish?) conclusion to this two shot.

Completely obliterating the curve for her organic chem final despite having an epic hangover and a sprained ankle very nearly makes up for the fact he doesn’t call her.

“You didn’t even give him your last name,” Toph points out. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she suddenly lunges forward in a lightning round of jabs that pushes the sandbag back a few inches. Despite the effort her breathing remains even as she bounces back. “I don’t think you can blame this one on him, Sugar Queen. And I’m all for blaming guys.”

Truer words have never been spoken. Finishing the wrapping on her knuckles, Katara says, “My turn with the sandbag next.”

A few weeks into the next semester the Epsilon Kappa House catches on to Toph’s cons.

There’s not much they can do about it besides banning Toph and, by extension, Katara from attending their parties. Of course Toph and Katara only find that out when they’re told to leave at eleven at night during a kegger. Defiant to the bitterest end, Toph backs out of the house with both middle fingers raised. It’s a beautiful moment.

“Home?” Katara asks. It’s cold as balls out. The miniskirt she put on isn’t helping matters. Even if she did spend two hours getting ready, this isn’t worth it, and she wants to go watch Netflix until she passes out.

Cracking her neck, Toph says, “No. We’re going to the Lambdas.”

Which is almost a worse idea than wearing a miniskirt in February. “No,” Katara says. She wants to sound firm, but it’s ruined by her teeth chattering. Irony is somewhere in an Inuit girl being cold. “Toph, no.”

“Toph, yes.”

Lambda’s a fifteen minute walk to the exact opposite end of Greek Row. Technically they’re outside of Greek Row. A shadow frat. The kind that has all the best rumors about blood sacrifices and dead pledges and raging parties. Mysterious. Dangerous. Sketchy as fuck.

Somehow she’s a little surprised that it’s taken them until their junior year to make it here. Eventually they were bound to run out of frat parties to crash on account of Toph’s schemes. Maybe she should be grateful.

There’s a party going on. There’s always a party going on.

Within minutes Toph’s set up her usual arm wrestling game. It’s her favorite mostly because no one can beat her. Katara needs about eight shots to handle the music, the crowd, and the ever present scent of smoke. Also she might be resenting Toph for this. Just a little.

Katara walks into the dining room, or what she assumes is the dining room, keeping to the edges as she tries to make her way toward the kitchen. She glances through the crowd mostly because she’s curious what’s holding sway over a good twenty drunken college students. That’s how she sees the love of her life and the jerk ex boyfriend of her past down shots of vodka. They slam their shot glasses down on the dining room table in the same moment. Everyone erupts into drunken cheers. There’s a sizeable pile of shot glasses next to both of them.

The love of her life has the decency to notice her staring at him. He looks like he just got hit with lightning. “Katara?” he asks. It’s almost a yell, but he’s got a way of softening it. That’s another thing she likes about him. Feeling a little dizzy with the fact that he noticed her and remembered her name, she lifts a hand in a half wave and smiles.

Meanwhile, the ex leans closer to the love of her life so he can see her. “Katara?” he yells. There is no softening. The jagged line of her eyebrows brings back bad memories.

“Fuck off, Jet.”

Without waiting for a response, she starts shoving her way through the crowd again. Heart beating in her throat she waits until the next round of cheers goes up and her hand’s closed around an opened bottle of tequila. Not much of a consolation but she takes it. Has to take it.

Knocking back nine shots in quick succession, her brain finally processes that she could’ve gone and dragged Toph out. Pulled the “I’m your best and only female friend you have to walk home with me so I don’t die” card. Now that the buzz has taken the edge off, she wonders if she should still do that, or if maybe she should go back to the dining room.

The decision is made for her.

She’s staring into her tenth shot when Jet comes swaggering up and into her space. “Hey, baby,” he says. Between the dining room and here, he managed to find a toothpick, which he’s chewing on. When they were dating she always thought he must have a whole pack of them hidden on him.

“No,” she says. Narrowing her eyes up at him, she dares him to try fucking with her. They both know how that ended last time.

Jet’s chewing pauses. “Baby,” he says. “God, you look pretty tonight. Pretty as a picture.” Low, coaxing, to match the way his hands reach for her hips like he’s going to pull her closer. It worked so many times during their short relationship.

Now it just ends with him stumbling back and swearing at the tequila in his eyes. Katara’s just tipsy enough to find it funny. Hilarious, even. One of her hands reaches out to grasp the counter to keep herself from collapsing to the floor in helpless giggles.

Someone’s at her back. Hands cup her elbows and lift her from her half collapsed position. Katara tips her head back and glimpses a firm mouth and dark scar. That’s enough to let herself fall back into him. He doesn’t even stumble back, just takes her weight and redistributes it, so mostly she’s tucked under one of his arms. Clutching at his tee with one hand, she says, “I think the tequila was spiked.”

Briefly she comes to. It’s cold on her legs except for where there are hands gripping her thighs. She’s wearing a leather jacket that smells like everything wonderful. Her face is mushed into the back of someone’s neck. Toph’s voice says, “I can’t believe she passed out on you.”

It’s four am and she’s in her bed. She’s still wearing his jacket. “It’s like Romeo and Juliet,” Katara moans. Her mouths feels like fuzzy caterpillars and she’s pretty sure if there was anything left in her stomach, she’d puke. Again. If she puked. Honestly, she can’t remember if she puked. “Only with frat parties.”

“Katara, they die at the end.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m dying now.”

An unknown number calls her three days later. Normally she wouldn’t bother answering but she’s waiting to hear back about a study abroad application so she picks it up with a cheery, “Hello, Katara Foster speaking!” Like a fucking well adjusted person who didn’t get blackout drunk three nights ago.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to find you but Katara I don’t know how to use Facebook and your blind friend made me go on a spirit quest with her in exchange for your number except it wasn’t your number it was your brother’s? Because our spirit quest sucked. I ended up having to go break your dad out of this biker bar with him, and then there was a riot, and now we all have matching tattoos. I might have told your dad about carrying you home. I think he expects me to marry you. And it’s a little soon for that but maybe we could at least do dinner while we’re both sober?”

“You’re the reason everyone’s been disappearing?” That’s not what she meant to say. Something scathing and witty would’ve been nice. Or at least a solidly aggravated oh my god.

An awkward silence. A cough. “Yes?”

Reaching up, Katara pinches the bridge of her nose. Inhaling deeply, she tries to sort through everything that brought her here, to this very moment. Fighting a lost cause, as they say. “Let me... Let me get this straight. You went on a spirit quest? With Toph?”

“Yes.”

“And went on a roadtrip with my brother?”

“Yes.”

“And got matching tattoos with him and my dad?”

“Yes.”

“All to get my number because you couldn’t figure out Facebook?”

“...yes.”

Finally it comes. “Oh my god.” The relief at saying it almost matches the sheer aggravation that comes with it. “I can’t believe you— What kind of— Why would you do that?”

There’s no hesitation in him. “Because I like you.” Maybe he’s thinking she’ll ask him why—and she’s not going to ask, she has a feeling it involves her being pretty, like it always does with guys—because he says, “You’re strong, and kind, and smart. You can’t hold your liquor and you’re friends with a conwoman and you stuffed snow down my shirt as part of some weird courtship ritual. You don’t take my bullshit. I like you.”

Weirdly there’s this kind of burny pressure behind her eyes. Almost like she’s about to cry, which is ridiculous, because why would she cry over something like this? Except the burny feeling is only getting worse.

“You like me?” she says. It comes out sniffly and awful and she kind of wants to punch herself in the face.

“Yes,” he says. By now he should sound exasperated because she’s been ridiculous this whole conversation but instead he sounds almost soft. Tentative, like he wants to treat her gently, as he says, “Yes, I like you.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Zuko.”

#zutara month 2017 #zutara #i had fun once again just a different kind of fun #i think i was gonna add some things but honestly #i was tired #kaii writes zutara

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fanficimagery · 7 years

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Anonymous said: Aw its okay can you maybe just write a Zach Dempsey x plus size reader where she feels a little insecure when other girls go up & talk to him ?

Author’s Note: So I added a little bit of the original prompt. Sort of. I didn’t want too much bullying going on, but I did want some female sticking up for female :)

ZACH X READER

Sitting at your usual lunch table and waiting for Zach to join you, you happily set about putting together a baked potato. You have all the ingredients to make this the best baked potato ever, but you're brought out of your happy mental dialogue of how you can't wait to devour said potato when you hear not so quiet titters.

Glancing up and to the side, your smile drops as you see several members of the female population of Liberty High staring at you and your lunch tray. You gulp and look back at the tiny butter container you had been scraping clean before quickly dropping the items and shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

Of course. Of course they'd be giggling behind their hands all because you're taking part in the simple act of feeding yourself.

"Hey!" A voice suddenly barks, you jerking in surprise and watching Jessica Davis come to a stop at your table while addressing the other table of giggling girls. "Either shut it or fuck off. No one has time for your bullshit fat shaming."

The girls all squawk in outrage, offended by Jessica's words and a couple of them even have the audacity to try and pretend that that's weren't what they were doing. But Jessica's words and attitude do their job because the girls all grab their nearly empty trays and walk off.

Jessica then takes a seat across from you. She flashes you a friendly smile before she works on putting together her unappetizing school mandated hamburger.

"You didn't have to do that," you mumble.

But Jessica shrugs. "I know, but I wanted to. Someone had to put those Plastic wannabes in their place. I was just lucky it got to be me."

She seems to be more focused on her food and it gives you a moment to look her over. She's one of the popular thin girls who can pull off both the dressed up look and the dressed down look, and you're momentarily envious of her.

While she doesn't have to give her appearance much thought, you do. Being considered plus-sized never bothered you before, but then Zach Dempsey bulldozed his way into your life. For some reason he wanted you to be his girl, and after turning him down numerous of times you finally gave in. You became his girl and never once regretted saying yes, but now you're self-conscious like you've never been before. Finding the right clothes that fit just perfectly takes a lot longer than it used to, and doing your make-up and hair is such tedious work now just so that others don’t talk too much about you.

But still you wish that people could overlook the fact that you're dating one of the most charming, popular boys at Liberty High and overlook the fact that you're not as thin as one would expect to date a jock.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" Jessica muses.

"W-what?"

"You gonna eat that?" She asks, chuckling as she points to your potato. "'Cause damn, girl, it looks good. I need a bite."

You bark out a surprised laugh, momentarily feeling a bit better. "One bite, Davis. That's all you get."

"Fair enough." She reaches across the table with her plastic fork, scooping up some baked potato and shoving it in her mouth. "Mmm. That's good."

"I know."

You slowly start to eat your food and Jessica does the same. Occasionally you look over your shoulder, looking for Zach, and Jessica quickly catches on to what you're doing and points him out for you. "Dempsey's over there. He and Justin appear to be held up by a few groupies."

Looking in the direction she pointed out, you can't help the hollow feeling in your chest as you watch the thinner, more prettier girls touch Zach in a flirtatious manner. They're all over Justin, too, but everyone knows not to cross Jessica. But you? Several girls have already tried to sway Zach away from you because they thought you didn't deserve him or that he deserved better.

"Don't let it get to you," Jessica then says. "Zach's happy with you, Y/N. Happier than I've seen him since I've moved here. He won't do anything to jeopardize that."

"He won't," you sadly mutter, "but they will. Or at least they'll try."

As you face the table once more, Jessica stares sadly at you. You force a smile, but even she knows you're not feeling up to it anymore and you shrug off any sympathy. No longer hungry, you start to poke around your food and Jessica leaves you be.

"Hey, babe. Miss me?" A kiss is pressed to your cheek and then Zach's taking his seat at your side with a beaming smile. Jessica's quick to stand and gesture Justin to follow, and Zach watches his friends leave with a furrowed brow. "Where they going?"

You shrug. "I don’t know."

Taking notice of the tone of your voice, Zach scoots a little closer. "Hey. What's wrong?"

You try to play if off. "Nothing."

"You wanna try that again? I know when you're lying."

You keep your silence for a minute before you sigh in defeat. "It's nothing," you say again. You lean a little ways away from him, resting your elbow on the table and resting the side of your face in your palm. "Just a couple of girls being girls. And then more girls being girls towards you. It gets to me. You know how I get."

"I do." Zach turns so he's straddling the bench you're sharing, tugging on your right hand until you're looking at him. "But you also know that I like you and only you. You're the only girl I want, Y/N," he assures you with a dopey grin. "Never doubt that. Okay?"

"Yeah," you mumble.

"I don't believe you, but I'll let it slide just this once," he chuckles. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and then both your cheeks until you push him away with a laugh of your own.

"You're an idiot," you say, shaking your head in amusement.

"Yes, but you like this idiot. Otherwise you wouldn't waste your time on me." He smiles as you wrinkle your nose, leaning in for one more kiss. "Now come on. Lets eat before we have to leave for class. And are your parents still out of town? I don't want to go back to mine after practice."

"Like you don't already know, Dempsey,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “You're welcome whether or not my parents are home."

"I know, but I like it when they're not."

As he waggles his eyebrows, you can't help but laugh out loud. He seems happy to have warranted such an action from you and your mood brightens even more when Jessica and Justin reappear.

"Is it safe to come back?" She smirks. "You seem happier now and I really need another bite of that potato. Seriously, I'm having a cookout at my house soon and you're coming over to show me how you put together this thing. I have a feeling my parents will adore you."

After school you go ahead and head on home. Zach's got basketball practice, but you rather not stick around after the day you've had, so you go home and take your time freshening up, switch out your jeans for a pair of sleeping shorts that you wouldn't be caught dead in outside, and make a nest of utter comfort on your bed.

You must lose track of time because the next thing you know you hear your shower running. Zach's awful shower singing and humming reach your ears, and you sleepily smile while making yourself get out of bed. You don't know why, but your boyfriend had taken to using your shower whenever possible and though it's odd, it's also weirdly cute.

The door soon opens and steam billows out, Zach then stepping out wearing nothing but a towel low around his waist. Water from his hair drips down onto his chest, the droplets momentarily distracting you.

"I see you're finally awake," he teases. "Care to take a shower? I can go for another good rub down."

You shake your head laughing. "I'm good."

"Prude," he chuckles in return. He steps towards you, hands seeking out yours as he tries you walk you into the bathroom with him. "I promise to make it worth your while." The little devil on your shoulder starts whispering encouraging comments in your ear and your resolve cracks. Zach takes what little opening he spots, his hands dropping yours as he reaches for the buttons of your blouse. "I promise no funny business in the shower, but I make no promises after."

You laugh at his boldness, stepping back and trying to turn away, but Zach catches you.

Gulping, you watch as his amused expression morphs into that of want and his gaze darkens as he slowly reveals your black bra. Leaving your shirt halfway unbuttoned, one hand gently cups your cheek while the other goes to your waist to keep you from stepping away from him again.

"You're beautiful," he tells you seriously and your earlier insecurities suddenly come rushing back. You're not as skinny or toned as you'd hope to be, but you're not exactly ashamed of your curves or thickness either. And apparently Zach really likes you just the way you are. "I plan to show you now until you won't have me anymore just how much I truly appreciate you, and how wrong those other girls are. You’re all I want, babe. Not them."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, your nose, lingering on both your cheeks and then finally your lips where the tip of his tongue teases your plump bottom lip.

Fuck.

"Okay."

"Okay..?" He drawls.

"Yeah." You take a deep breath, letting your gaze wander as your fingers grasp the knot of his towel at his waist. "Lets take that shower."

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