#i love rings and hands ugh hands with rings just have such a nice sensory feeling when you get touched do u know what i’m saying

[rfadaydreaming]

i’d like to think that Jumin wears at least one ring, possibly from Rika, and that would feel nice against your skin 👉🏻👈🏻

i’m going feral omgg first of all his hands are so pretty n soft they’d look so good on him !! look at these bad boys

he messes with his rings when he gets anxious or while he’s thinking ab something!! when you two cuddle and he has his hands wrapped around you, you get to idly twirl n play around with them while watching movies... imagine his hand is bigger than yours so he lets you take them off n try to make them work on your hand but it just doesn’t, he smiles because he finds it cute !!! jumin is into witchy stuff so envision him wearing delicate little crystal rings or big gothic vampirey ones WHEW !! that’s smth for the books lemme tell you that!!

#the crystal jewelry mention omg the bisexual really jumped out on that one #i love rings and hands ugh hands with rings just have such a nice sensory feeling when you get touched do u know what i’m saying #like it feels really nice omg especially when the rings are super cold n the persons hands are warm #love that feeling #imagine he’s rubbing your arm or back and you feel the ring against your skin 🥰 #i am very comfortable with the energy we have created in the studio here tonight #thoughts of a daydreamer #anon #jumin han

[kenganparadise]

As much as I love Ohma I also adore and love cosmo so may I humbly request a cosmo x adorable fem reader smut/nsfw where he’s her best friend and he’s trying to teach her the basics of sex and stuff since she’s a virgin and new to sex and she gets frustrated and just asks him to be her first time since she trusts him and I picture him to be a switch but for the sake of this can he be a soft dom with a size kink and likes to praise her for doing so well and In the heat of the moment they confess they love each other and have a blissful filled night ꈍ .̮ ꈍ

UGH ANON. I normally don’t feel much writing for the mushroom boy but this!! THIS! THIS!!!!

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

Cosmo didn’t know how to feel about his situation, he feels awkward with his best friend- and longtime crush asking him all these questions. Though you didn’t know what was coursing though his mind. You looked at the medical diagram again. “So the penis gets hard and gets bigger?” You scratch your chin. “Just how much bigger are we talking about?” You ask him, cocking your head to the side. God you looked so cute asking such a strange question. “I- I don’t know it’s different for every guy!” Cosmo says, he’s frustrated beyond content. He’s been trying to give you the birds and bees talk for over an hour now and you’re still not grasping it. “How does it feel exactly?” You ask another question with those cute owl eyes of yours. “Ah! I can’t exactly answer that, you’re an adult! Go to a novelty store, buy some toy that can answer that question!!” He says scratching at his hair. You sigh deeply, then get lost in thought. Cosmo takes a deep breath. “Cosmo.” Calling his attention towards you, he can see that your cheeks are flushed red. “Can you show me?” You ask innocently. “H-huh?!” He blinks at you. “What... did you just say?” You sigh deeply. “Well I mean. You’ve been my bestie for a long time. I trust you! And what if you were the one who took my virginity!” You say, you’re eyes locked in his. Cosmo’s heart leaps in his chest. He sputters then tries to regain composure. “I- just! Let me gather a couple things! Meet me at my place tonight at 7!” He says as he picks up his bag. “Huh? O-okay!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves your house.

Cosmo goes to his local adult novelty store. He goes trough the isles picking out things he’ll need for your night together. Condoms and plenty lube- but wait? What are your allergies? What if he picks out something you’re allergic to?! He picks up every type of lube and makes sure to buy latex free condoms. He passes the vibrator isle and picks up a nice wand. He prepares for your night together. He’s lucky he just fought a match just last week, because he spent the wad on lube alone. He runs back to his house full speed- not before stopping to buy a nice scented candle. Once home he begins frantically cleaning his whole room. He changes the sheets on his bed, and double checks to make sure nothing is out of place. He lights the candle then jumps in the shower. He uses the most potent manliest smelling soap to scrub himself head to toe. Every inch of his body is scrubbed raw. He studies his pubes in the mirror, he’s never manscaped before. He trims it till it looks nice and well kept. He spends ample time in his closet, studying each pair of his underwear, no stains, no tears, they have to be prefect. Cosmo throws on his nicest, cleanest smelling clothes just as you ring the doorbell.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greets you, trying to sound like he didn’t just run to hell and back. You smile and greet him back, but you could barely hide the nervousness that filled your gut. Your stomach felt heavy almost. “Well... uh are you ready or do you wanna order food? Or watch a movie?” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s do it now.” You say with a determined look on your face. He nods. Excitement and nervousness filled both of your guts as you climb the stairs to Cosmo’s room. He opens the door for you- what a gentleman. Right when you step inside you can’t help but snort out a laugh. “W-what?! What’s so funny?” Cosmo panics. “N-no it’s just- I don’t think your room has ever been this clean before!” You laugh, a smile creeps on Cosmo’s face as well. He chuckles with you. He goes and sits on the bed, he pats a place next to him. You join him as he picks up a bag or two. He dumps them out on the bed. There were maybe 15 different types of lube and condoms before you. “I... didn’t know... your allergies.” He timidly says. You two bust out laughing again. It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to pick out a bottle. “Here... this one. The packaging looks promising.” You say, picking up a bottle of lube. Cosmo nods. A comfortable silence fills the air. Cosmo breaks the silence “Um right then I guess we should start.” He lifts his shirt over his head, his muscular body is presented before you. Cosmo grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging on it, asking for permission. You nod and lift your hands up, letting him remove your clothing. Finally you’re naked before him, he removes his pants and the boxers he took so long to pick out.

“I think it would be best if you laid on your back.” He orders. You do just that, you feel shy being nude next to him, he fumbles around in one of his bags. “Can you... spread your legs for me?” He asks blushing. You’re shy as you do. Your blushing as he looks over your body. “Beautiful.” He whispers just under his breath. You just barely catch it, but it makes you feel a lot better. Out of the bag he pulls out the little vibrator he bought. “Remember if you wanna stop at any time let me know, and we’ll stop, no questions asked.” He stares directly into your eyes, you nod. His attention is turned back to between your legs. “Alight, can you spread them a little further?” He asks. You do, giving him a good view. He placed the round end on your clit. He switches it on to the lowest setting, you gasp audibly as he does. “You okay?” He asks, you nod quickly. He pushed the vibrator down further onto your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your pussy, your pelvis, even your tummy is eloped with waves of pleasure. You gasp again as he turn it up a notch. He grips his cock in his hand, the sight of you in pleasure has gotten him riled up, he pumps himself gently. “Y/N... you look really beautiful like this.” He says with half lidded eyes. “Cosmo!! This feels so good! Mmh!!” You cry. You grip the sheets below you. He jerks himself off quicker now. He turns the vibrator up again, Causing you to whine loudly. Your legs begin shaking. You see Cosmo stroking himself, the lust is clouded in his eyes. He licks his lips. You wrap your fingers around his dick, you mimic him, giving it gentle slow strokes. His breath catches in his throat seeing your pretty hand wrapped around his dick. His hand goes to your pussy, he prods a finger in, making you gasp once again. In and out he pushes his finger, till your nice and slick, he adds another. Two fingers curl inside you, along with the vibrator was a sensory overload. You feel something deep within your pelvis, a pressure is building, you don’t know exactly what is is you’ve never felt anything like this before. You let go of Cosmo’s dick. The muscles in your gut tighten more and more, becoming compacted and knotted up. The pressure built more and more until- you throw your head back and scream as you experience your first earth-shattering orgasm. Your legs are tense as they shake uncontrollably, your pussy convulses, Cosmo does his best to help you ride it out. You back arches off the bed. Slowly you come down from your high, you still try to buck your hips. That felt so fucking good, you’ve never experienced a feeling like that. You catch your breath and try to rack your brain around the euphoric experience you just had. Cosmo tucks the vibrator away. “Cosmo-“ “Take as long as you need you-“ “I want you! I want you now please!” You beg. He nods frantically, scrambling to find a condom and the lube you picked out. He coats himself, then he lines his hips up with yours. Cosmo holds his breath as he pushes himself inside. You wince feeling a new stretch. He chokes feeling how warm and tight your are. You wrap your legs around his hips, Cosmo leans down and hugs you, nesting his face in your neck. Your hands rest on his back. His hips begin moving slowly in slow but deep thrusts. You moan, feeling movement inside you. His hips slowly pick up speed. “Hah- you feel so nice, Y/N.” He grunts. You smile into his neck. In and out he pumps his cock, sweat has built up by now, Cosmo begins groaning and grunting in your ear, you claw at his back. “Ugh-you’re doing so well- Ah- Y/N!” He moans. You stifle back a whimper. “F-faster!” Is all you can say. He obeys you, pulling his cock into your sopping pussy. Your toes curl in the air. He won’t last much longer. He’s dreamt of this moment for so long, you have no idea how many times he’s masturbated to the thought of you. His hand travels down your belly to rub at your clit. You moan loudly as he does, he’s rough when massaging it. You feel that tightening pressure in your pelvis again. “Yes! Yes! Cosmo! Like that don’t stop!” You sob. That wonderful

feeling is coming back. The tightening and pulsating. Cosmo focuses all his energy on making you cum again. “Cosmo! Ugh! I love you!” You cry out as that knot snaps and your brought to a shaking moaning mess. Cosmo presses his lips sloppily to yours, he swallows all of your cries and moans. The tightening and convulsing of your walls around his dick milk out his own orgasm. He groans loudly, dick twitching inside you. Slowly the two of you come down from your releases, Cosmo rolls over. He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it away. The two of your are a sweaty heaving mess. Cosmo cocks his head towards you, “Did... you mean it? Or.. did you just say that in the heat of the moment?” He asks, he has to know the answer. “H-huh? Oh... yeah... I meant it.” You know exactly what he’s referring to. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.” He’s got stars in his eyes, you laugh. He puts his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. His lips press to your sweaty forehead. The two of you enjoy each others company for a little while longer before a nice hot bath.

#cosmo imai #nasty

[lonelyreputation]

Winner Gets A Kiss

A/N:  More fluff!! Whaaat!!?!?!? Yes. More fluff (with a pillow fort) based on this request 🥰 Let me know what you thought of it!! Let me know what you want to read more of!! I’m still in the midst of filling requests, but you’re more than welcome to request more things!!

SENSORY PROMPT: A glow stick being snapped

come chat | MASTERLIST

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 1.6K

You stood a few yards away with your hands on your hips, eyebrows raised, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes, I can follow directions––Have a little faith––Ah––Stop––UGH!”

The tent Shawn was attempting to put together fell apart.  The beam on the other side––that Shawn swore he had in place––snapped up from the grass and caused the fabric of the tent to slide all the way down the pole.  

The grass beneath your feet felt cool as you walked over to Shawn and patted his shoulder.  A sigh of defeat left Shawn’s lips as the both of you looked at the pile of mess that was the tent in the backyard.  You could feel the disappointment radiating off him.

“So close,” you whispered.

Shawn shrugged, “Looks like it’s gonna storm anyway.”

You tore your eyes away from the tent and up to the sky.  The blue sky started to look more purple as dark clouds dotted the sky in the distance.  A slight breeze kicked up the leaves as you shivered slightly, “We can have a nice movie night.”

“But camping sounded so fun.”

“Well––“ the wind picked up more as the tree branches rustled against each other, “We can make hot chocolate.”

Shawn looked down at you with a smile, “Extra whipped cream?”

You laughed as you felt a few raindrops fall on your cheek, “That can be arranged.”

Without wasting another second, Shawn shrugged your hand off his shoulder and sprinted toward the back door.  You let out a loud hey as he flipped you off, running into the house before the rain really started to pour.  Shocked that Shawn hadn’t even announced he wanted to race you––he usually yelled out  winner gets a kiss––you stood still in the backyard as rain came down on you hard.

“Y/n!”  Shawn’s yell snapped you out of your shocked state, “You’re gonna catch a cold! Get in!”

Your wet hair stuck to your forehead as you dashed through the backyard and into the house.  You wiped your cold, wet, bare feet on the mat just inside your house.  And just as Shawn locked up the door behind you, a clap of thunder sounded from outside.

Shawn gave you a pointed look as you playfully shoved his shoulder as you walked passed him.  You were dripping on the hardwood floor as you walked into the kitchen to grab a towel to get a little dry.

You were drying your face with the towel as Shawn leaned his palms on the granite island top, “Bit wet?”

You shot him a glare as you wringed your hair out in the kitchen sink, “It would’ve been nice if someone announced that they wanted to race instead of leaving me out in a rain storm.”

Shawn raised his arms in defense, “You stood there for a solid minute after I made it inside.”

After drying your hands on the damp towel, you threw it at your boyfriend’s face.  He dodged the towel with a laugh as it landed on the floor, “You suck.”

Shawn picked up the towel from the floor and placed it on the island, “Go take a shower and I’ll have the hot chocolate ready for you when you’re out.”

“Promise?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Promise.”

A hum left your lips as you walked past him to press a kiss to his cheek, “Extra marshmallows with whipped cream, please.”

Shawn’s eyes closed in content when your lips lingered on his cheek, “Anything for you, wet rat.”

You snarled at him as you whacked the back of his head, “Watch your words.”

Shawn replied with a witty comment, but it was muffled as you purposefully walked up the stairs loudly.  You walked into your shared bedroom and grabbed everything you needed for a shower.  

After setting up your phone to play some unreleased songs Shawn had recorded for his next album, you turned on the water and ran your hand under the water to test the heat.  Once the water was at a temperature that was not too hot, yet not too cold, you stepped in and shut your eyes.

You didn’t realize how cold you were until the warm water encased your body.  You let out a sigh of relief as you stood under the water for a solid five minutes just enjoying the hot water and steam from the shower.

Thinking that you spent too much time doing nothing, you actually started to wash yourself up.  You used your standard shampoo, but used Shawn’s body wash.  You normally only used it when you were really missing him when he was away on tour or recording in America, but you just wanted that extra step of comfort.

After a long and well deserved shower, you turned the water off and wrapped yourself in a towel.  You pushed the shower curtain back, the rings making a slight screeching sound on the shower rod, as you looked at the fogged up mirror.  The steam from your shower was trapped in the bathroom since the door was closed and while you savored the heat under the hot water, it was starting to feel suffocating.

You opened the door as you dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of Shawn’s shirts.  You brushed your tangly hair and spent time blowdrying your hair, not wanting to have to deal with wet hair soaking through your shirt during a movie.  And you wanted to eliminate giving Shawn any content to poke fun at you for getting caught in the rain.

Once you were all ready for your movie night, you skipped down the stairs, “You better have my hot chocolate ready!”

You rounded the stair case and halted when you got into the family room and saw a fort.  The couch was dismantled as the cushions were used to hold up the blanket overhead.  It was small, and looked hastily thrown together, but the sight melted your heart.

“Shawn?”

At the sound of his name, his head poked up from behind the fort and he smiled, “Thought we could have a fun movie night.” Your eyes softened as your shoulders relaxed.  Shawn had a lazy smile spread out on his face, “Hot chocolate is on the stove.”

He got up from under the fort and you followed him blindly into the kitchen.  Shawn got down two Christmas mugs, despite it being the middle of June, and poured the hot chocolate into the cups.  Steam raised from the two cups, but quickly disappeared as Shawn sprayed the whipped cream into one fo the mugs.

“Don’t forget––“

Shawn raised the bag of mini-marshmallows and wiggled his eyebrows, “I could never forget your favorite part.”

Your heart melted all over again as Shawn poured some marshmallows into his hand and popped them in the mug.  He then turned the whipped cream canister upside down and poured extra whipped cream in your mug.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You looked up dreamily at him.

Shawn let out a chuckle and put the can back on the whipped cream, “Once or twice.”

You picked up your mug and savored the warmth of the cup on your palms.  With eyes closed, you brought the mug up to your lips and even with a small sip, the liquid still burned your tongue.  You pulled back a bit with a scrunched up face.

“Every time,” Shawn laughed as he sipped his hot chocolate, a bit of whipped cream coming off and covering his upper lip, “You burn your tongue every time.”

You shrugged and took another sip, this time more cautious, “I’m impatient.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

You shot him a glare and chose to ignore his comment, “What movie did you decide on?”

Shawn’s eyes lit up as he picked up his mug and nudged his head over toward the fort for you to follow.  Your sock clad feet padded on the wood floor as you made your way to the family room.  Shawn placed his mug on the floor, you followed his lead, and he crawled under the blanket.  Once you were in with him, backs pressed up against the couch, Shawn pulled his laptop onto his thighs.

He slung an arm over your shoulder and you rested your head on his shoulder as you cradled the mug on your lap.  Shawn logged into his Hulu account and scrolled through all the categories.

“Dirty dancing?”

At the sound of your suggestion, Shawn clicked on the movie and waited for it to load.  With the sound of rain pattering on the windows and the occasional thunder, life under the fort was idealistic.

“Oh wait,” Shawn pressed the space bar on his laptop and set down his mug.  You looked quizzically at him as he pulled up a few glow sticks.

“Where were you hiding these?” You giggled as you plucked a glow stick from his hand and rolled it between your fingers.

Instead of answering your question, he snapped one of the glow stick and a bright green color illuminated his face.  You mirrored his smile as and snapped the glow stick in your hands; a purple color lighting up the inside of the fort.

The two of you spent the next few minutes snapping glow sticks and laying them out on the floor.  When the fort was illuminated with various brightly colored glow sticks, Shawn pulled the laptop back on his thighs and started the movie back up.

“First one to finish their hot chocolate,” Shawn lifted his mug up to his lips, “gets a kiss.”

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[madneywhre]

The Misfits

Chapter Two: 

Hey! So somehow this post got deleted (idek bros) so I am uploading it again!  Summary: The gang meets each other at lunch, you get some of Emily being a softy, Spence being the baby, and an insight into JJ’s mind!

Triggers: Mentioned religious homophobia, fatphobia/ body shaming, anxiety/ sensory over load

Word Count: 4,537

Spencer jumped at the loud ringing of the bell, looking up and seeing the commotion around him. He brought his hands to his ears and looked around as he noticed the now empty classroom around him. The boy felt someone behind him and snapped his head back, seeing Aaron behind him. It was time for lunch. Oh, the dreaded time of crowded hallways and loud noises. Spencer stuck close to Aaron, trying to avoid getting elbowed by the big kids. When they arrive in the lunchroom, Spencer looks around like a deer caught in headlights. He sees hundreds of kids piled together, long lines, and most of all he notices the loud chaotic chatter. He shakes his head and follows Aaron to a table off in the corner. Spencer observes everyone sitting at the table, a younger blonde girl. She looked athletic and preppy, she was pretty for sure. Next to her sat a scary-looking ravenette. She wore dark clothes and dark makeup, looking around displeased. Across from her sat a couple. A perky blonde, and an athletic curly headed boy. Next to the couple sat an older boy, he looked like he came from money. Perfectly slicked hair, expensive leather jacket. The whole package. 

Spencer sat next to the scary one, Aaron on his other side. He could feel the familiar pit in his stomach starting to rise to his throat. All of the sounds being amplified in his brain as he sat looking at the table. Soon he pulled out his smushed PB and J sandwich, followed by the Saltines that had been demolished into powder. Embarrassed, he pulled out the sandwich and tore at the sticky bread. He tried to eat some, but the anxiety was too much. He started to bounce his leg, and when that didn’t relieve it enough he tapped on the table. One- two- three- one- four. One- two- three- one- four. One- two- tree-. His tapping is interrupted by a gentle cold hand on his. He pulled his hand back as it burned him, looking at the girl next to him before shaking his head and closing his eyes. He hated being touched. Especially when it was someone he didn’t know, but even more so when he was avoiding a meltdown. Everything felt like it was too much. It was too loud, too bright, just too much. He rocked in his seat as he sat there, though the movement was barely noticeable, the girl noticed. 

She leaned in closer to him so she could talk to him, “Hi, I’m Emily. Why don’t you go sit in the corner and put these earbuds in? Turn whatever music on and calm down a bit.” She whispered, handing him her phone. 

Spencer nodded and took the phone. He didn’t like that this was happening, but maybe the music could help calm him down. Bach maybe… That normally worked. He shuffled into the corner. She was careful not touching him, and he appreciated that. He plugged in the headphones and put them in, turning on some blend of classical music. He closes his eyes and opens them when he feels calmer. He notices there are chicken nuggets sitting in front of him now. They couldn’t be his…

“Hey um… whose are these? I didn’t buy these…” He piped up for the first time, his voice small and obviously young. 

Aaron looked over at him and smiled gently, “Dave bought those for you,” He commented, gesturing at Dave who was waving. Spencer smiled and nodded at him, eating one of the lukewarm chicken nuggets. They weren’t amazing, but they were better than what he had.

He felt better after eating some, soon warming up to the group. He wasn’t nearly as tense as he was at the start of the meal. Maybe lunch wasn’t terrible. The people seemed nice enough and the scary one… Emily. She seemed nice, caring at the very least. He smiles constantly to himself, maybe today wasn’t going to be terrible. 

…

JJ waited in the hallway of the history hall, waiting for her upperclassman to come to get her. The school was so big compared to middle school, everything was connected through huge buildings. It was scary if she was going, to be honest with herself. She looks around at the empty hallway surrounding her and decides that music is the best option, so she plugs in her headphones and turns on her most recently listened to playlist. ‘Little Miss Perfect’ came on, and she quickly skipped it as the tears rushed to her eyes immediately. She couldn’t listen to that song. Not now. Her head jerked up as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Sorry I‘m late, I was in the bathroom putting Visine in my eyes. Hotch will kill me if he knows I’m high… What’s wrong, you look like someone kicked your puppy.” Emily rambles, flipping dark hair out of her face.

The younger female looks up at her and simply smiles softly, “Yeah, I’m okay… Just an um… rough day?” She definitely did not want this girl to know why she was upset. She didn’t even want to know why she was upset. 

“Okay kid. Whatever makes you feel better. Let's go to lunch. I’m starving-- so, how was Engle’s class?” The ravenette asked, throwing an arm around JJ’s shoulder, which made her heart speed up. 

“I fucking hate it. He’s a douche bag, sexist, and homophobic.”

“Oh, yeah… I had him last year. I figured you would respond like that.”

“He REFUSED to call on me. He called on some idiot named Anderson. He said something about the Holocaust. It was about American History. Like the revolution. How stupid!” She huffed, soon realizing she was ranting, “I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear about my ranting.” 

“No, no, no, it’s fine. I’m glad someone else feels this way too! Ugh, I HATED him last year.” 

Jennifer smiles up at her and shrugs, “I’m just gonna deal with it, it’s fine.” She comments, looking out on the lunchroom “Holy shit, there are so many people..” 

“Yeah… Welcome to high school. We sit over here with this group, there is Rossi, or at least that’s what I call him. Then there is Hotch, again, what I call him. Then Derek… He’s a himbo, but it’s fine. He’s in my grade, the other two are juniors. Then the other two…. I’m not too sure. They’re freshmen I think. Maybe not… That other blonde is hanging all over Derek.” 

The blonde looks over and is overwhelmed with everyone, when they finally sit down she looks over at the other blonde sitting next to her. She was very bright and colorful. She looked nice enough, “Hi, I’m Jenn- JJ. I’m JJ.” 

“Hi! I’m Penelope! I’m new here, but I’m a sophomore.” 

“Um hi! I’m a freshman” She comments, taking out her lunch bag and promptly starting in on her salad.

She looks around, silently observing the table and she sees a little kid sitting by Emily. She also sees Emily stepping up immediately to help him, and it makes her heart swell. No. Jennifer, you can’t think like this. This is wrong. This is evil. You know this. The thoughts swirl through her head, the pastor’s words echoing the loudest. She couldn’t feel this way about her. She couldn’t do it. It was evil, wrong, sinful; and she has to be perfect. She couldn’t allow herself to feel this. Her thoughts are interrupted by a jostling of people around her. She had completely zoned out for all of lunch. Damnit! She had to go to Chemistry next and she didn’t even finish her lunch. She quickly gets up and leaves the lunchroom, stumbling around to find her next class. Luckily, she finds it in time and she sees a few familiar faces, and she smiles widely when she notices the seat open next to the colorful blonde. She saved her a seat… She really didn’t have to. And for the first time since Rosalyn died, she felt a small glimmer of hope for this year. 

…

Penelope walks quickly to find Derek, her anxiety going crazy throughout the day. She hated being around this many people, it truly scared her. When she finds Derek she wraps him in a big hug, resting her head on his chest.

“Hi Der, lunch is next, right?” She asked quietly, not noticing the crowd of jocks starting to form around them. 

“Hey Baby girl, yeah. Lunch is next.” He said, nodding towards his teammates. 

“Of course she wonders when lunch is..” McKellen commented snarkily, thinking they couldn’t hear him.

Penelope looked at him and felt tears sting at the corners of her eyes, she can’t cry. Not on the first day. So, she tightened her grip around Derek’s waist and sighed, feeling his grip around her shoulder tighten as he spouted something off through gritted teeth. She was too worried to pay attention to his rebuttal, waiting patiently for the douchebags to walk away. When they do she just shakes her head, biting back the tears as the pair walks to the lunchroom. 

She feels Derek stop her, so she looks up at him. “What’s up, honey?” She said, her voice less vibrant than normal.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Derek comments, letting his hands rest on the curve of her waist as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“Psh, okay Derek. I’m fine, you don’t have to go all out on me. It’s okay.” She said with a shrug. She hated feeling like this, and she hated burdening him. 

“Just take the compliment baby. Seriously. I think you’re the most gorgeous girl in the school. let me make you feel good baby girl, you’re gorgeous, sexy, loving, kind, smart, and so incredibly strong. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.” 

Penelope looks up at him and smiles, standing on her tiptoes and kissing him gently. “Thank you, Derek, you honestly make everything better… Can we just go to eat? I want to get this day over and done with.. I’m tired of it already. I just want to be home. No one judges me at home…” 

“I’m sorry Pen… I wish I could help you out more. But, you can come over to my place after school. We can hang out and I can make you feel better…”

“Derek Morgan!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully, “Get your mind out of the gutter, it is noon.” 

“Hey! I was gonna make you some cookies, but okay... Whatever” 

“Wait, wait, no. I like your baking!” 

“Mmhm, just keep up the sweet talk.”

“In your dreams, Morgan. In your dreams.” She bounces back, fluffing up his curls playfully with a smile.

With his arm around her shoulders, they walk into the cafeteria and sit down. She looks around and sees curious eyes staring back at her, and she smiles as Dereks introduces her. She isn’t just Penelope. He has pride in his tone when he says girlfriend, and that makes Penelope feel better than she has in a while. No one has had that when they talked about her. No one looked at her like this. She felt special and loved. 

Soon she makes eye contact with the little kid sitting in the corner, he looked to be seven or eight-- maybe nine. He looks petrified and shaky, so she decides against talking to him. Though, she notices later when he relaxes it because of music, so she made a note of that. She was going to do everything she could to make that little kid comfortable.

She leaned over to Derek, “Babe… I’m adopting that kid.”

“W-what? What the hell?” He said, a throaty chuckle leaving his mouth.

“That little one… Imma make sure that nothing happens to him. He’s mine now.” 

“Okay… Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

The rest of the lunch went by with light, fluffy banter between them all. She noticed another blonde girl called JJ. She seemed lost, just with everything. She barely ate anything at all, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears, so when Penelope figured out that they had the same class the next hour she made sure to save a seat. She didn’t want anyone to feel alone like she did.  She refused to let anyone hurt like that. She needed to be the solace for someone else. So she was what she had to be.

…

Derek was standing outside of his classroom when he felt Penelope crash into him, naturally wrapping his arms around her in a protective form. He could almost feel the tensity in her body start to leave in his arms. He made sure to reassure her, making sure to love on her in a silent way as his thumb rubs her shoulder softly. He looks up and greets his teammates with a nod before pressing a feather-light kiss to her hair. Though his head snaps up as a burst of anger rises into his chest as her arms tighten up around him, a tell to the tears that were about to spill over. 

“McClellan, you better watch your damn mouth before I bust your fucking teeth out. Leave her, and me for that matter, the hell alone.” He spat at the teen, gritting his teeth. Holding onto Penelope tighter.

“Damn Morgan, calm your shit. Damn.” He said, trying to act tough, though there was fear lacing his eyes. Derek was a big dude. Muscular and tall. Soon enough he and the rest of the team had walked away, leaving Derek and Penelope standing in the hallway.

The pair walk together, and Derek notices the saddened slump of her shoulders, and the lack of vibrancy in her tone. She was walking slower than normal, and she just looked sad. He stops her and rests his hands on the curves that he had grown to love so much.

“You’re gorgeous.” He blurted out, watching as her face changed to confusion then to a look of distaste. 

“You don’t have to go all out on me.”

“Just take the compliment baby. Seriously. I think you’re the most gorgeous girl in the school. Just let me make you feel good baby girl, you’re gorgeous, sexy, loving, kind, smart, and so incredibly strong. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.” He said, his hands spanning the curves of her hips. “You are so perfect and amazing. Don’t let that ass hat win.” 

He watched her face light up with a small smile, her eyes perking up. Then he watches as her face falls, he knew today was hard for her-- he knew that she hated being around this many people, it was draining and scary and he just wanted to help her feel better. 

After a few moments of her rambling about how shitty everything was, he stops her with a soft kiss, “Hey. Come over to my place and I’ll make you feel better.” 

A wide grin broke out across his face as the playful banter started, he has succeeded in making life feel just a little bit more normal for her. 

Derek grabbed their food, sitting down at the table. He looks around at the new faces and smiles when he sees Penelope talking to the new blonde girl, he hears her introduced as JJ. He slips his hand onto Penelope’s thigh, showing his presence-- a silent reminder that everything was okay. Derek made light conversation with Aaron and laughed as Dave teased Emily. This felt right. He loved being able to spend time with his friends, and he liked the new freshman. The little one seemed scared of everything, but he was just so innocent… He obviously didn’t have friends, he really couldn’t. 

“Babe.. I’m adopting him.” 

Derek looked over at her with wide eyes, “What? What do you mean?”

“The little one… he’s my child now. We’re baking him cookies. He is my child now.”

He just nodded along as she spoke, kissing her forehead gently. This was who he loved. The strong, kind-hearted Penelope. He enjoyed seeing her cheer up before they had to leave, and part ways. He made sure to walk her to class, being the perfect gentleman, and making sure that everyone knew that Derek Morgan had a girlfriend. It wasn’t uncommon for girls to flirt with him, but he did not want Pen to be jealous. She had nothing to worry about, of course, he would never cheat. He never had the desire to, and his father would haunt his ass. He truly loved Penelope, even if his name had a player connotation. He needed to prove to Penny that he wasn’t like the people in her life that had hurt her, he would never hurt her. He could never. 

He walked into his class, head down deep into thought. Daydreaming of later when he could just be with her. Be with the one he loved again. He really had become a lovesick fool.

…

Aaron made sure to be punctual, making sure to be there to walk Spencer to class. He knew that this could have been a bad situation for the little guy. He was so small, everyone was at least twice his size. He put his hand firmly on the boy's shoulder, internally cringing with the jump the little boy gave. 

“Hey Spencer, it’s time for lunch. I’ll help you navigate the halls.” He said in a brotherly tone, as the small boy nodded while shuffling down the hallway. 

Aaron winced when the boy was jostled around, noticing the hair pulling. He tried to create a human shield around the child, by walking on the outside of him keeping others away. He leads the stiff child to the lunch table, sitting him down. This was going to be a long period. He watches with horror crossing his eyes as he sees the kid pulling out squashed food. He shares a secret look with Rossi, small glances towards the boy being made. Rossi disappears for a moment, only to return with mediocre food for the boy who was now unresponsive to the noises around him. 

Aaron looked as Emily started to take over, noticing how she is delicately dealing with him. When he notices the calm come over him, “Hey Spencer, David bought you these chicken nuggets.” He offered, holding the tray out to the young one, swapping it for the sad lunch he had. It honestly broke his heart a little to see how the boy reaches out for the food. He looked terribly skinny, and Aaron saw the signs of neglect though he couldn’t act on the instinct he had to protect the boy. 

Aaron notices Rossi messing with Emily, taking her food, and poking around with her. “Dave. Leave the poor girl alone, she’s high and it’s quite obvious. Yes, you’re real, no no one is going to take your food. Buy her some snacks and let her be!” 

Emily smiles at him, “Thank you, Aaron!” She exclaims, taking a bite of the now cold school pizza. 

The ravenette teen sits silently, observing as he normally did. He would inject into conversation whenever necessary, though he spent most of the time on his phone texting his little brother who was somehow having a crisis. This time it was a girl problem. Sean had been a ladies man since he was little, always talking about some girl he liked. It used to get him in trouble, but with Richard gone…

Aaron’s thoughts are interrupted by feeling a small hand pulling on his sleeve, “Uh… um, Aaron? I um… I need to go to class. Will you walk me?” Spencer asked quietly

“Of course I’ll walk you, where is it?” 

“It’s English… They put me in a freshman English class. So it’s gonna be super easy.” He said with a smile that he had yet to show anyone.

“Oh really now? Well, it’s an easy A, I guess. Let's go.” Aaron said, amusement in his tone.

Aaron walks Spencer to his class, feeling a protective pull over him when people stare at him when his hands start to flap. He cut glares that could cut through titanium towards them, a silent ‘mess with him, I dare you.’ After Aaron walked him to class, he rushed to his next hour. He sat down with an unfamiliar smile on his face, and for the first time, he felt happy to be at school.

...

Emily rushed to the history hallway to find JJ, wiping away the leaking Visine from her eyes. Maybe skipping the third hour to smoke wasn’t a good idea, though she was riding a nice high. 

“Sorry ‘m late. Was in the bathroom putting Visine in my eyes. Hotch will kill me if he knows I’m high… What’s wrong, you look like someone kicked your puppy.”

“Just a rough day…” 

“Okay.. whatever you say kid, so how was Engle’s class?” 

“I fucking hate it. He’s a douche bag, sexist, and homophobic.”

Emily smirked and looked at her, “Yeah, I figured, I had him last year and I hated him.”

He REFUSED to call on me. He called on some idiot named Anderson. He said something about the Holocaust. It was about American History. Like the revolution. How stupid!” JJ rambled, huffing with her realization, “I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear about my ranting.” 

“No, no it’s fine truly. I hated his class.” She said as the pair walked into the lunchroom. 

“Holy shit, there are so many people!” The young blonde says

“Yea… Welcome to high school, we sit over there with Rossi and them… you’ll figure it out.” She says, leading her to the table. 

Emily sits down next to Spencer, and she looks over with her eyes widening. He looked tiny. She takes note of the lack of food and she watches him carefully out of the corner of her eye. She plugs in her earbuds and starts to listen to music when she catches the movement of the child in her peripheral vision. She carefully takes them out of her ears and offers them to him.

“Hi, I’m Emily. Why don’t you go sit in the corner and put these earbuds in. Turn whatever music on and calm down just a bit.” Emily said, leaning in so it wasn’t obvious. She hands him her phone and watches silently as he clicks through something and closes his eyes, watching his fingers tap to the beat of whatever he was listening to. 

Emily looks at Rossi when she notices her hot Cheetos are gone, “David I swear--”

“What, what? I didn’t do anything.” He said with a sly smile

“Yes, the fu-heck you did! Let me have them” She whines, grabbing for them.

“I didn’t take them! Are you even here now?” He asked, holding back a laugh

Emily started to say something, but Aaron interrupted, telling Dave to leave her alone, she smirked at him and thanked Aaron. She sat there and ate her food and snacks, happily munching on her snacks until it was time to leave. She walked JJ to her class before walking to her own, her mind running a hundred miles a minute. She noticed little things about the blonde, the way her hair fell just below her collar bones, the way her eyes crinkled when she let out a gorgeous laugh, only to recoil further into the shell she called herself. Emily could feel her tugging at her heartstrings, though she was trying to convince herself it was due to her intoxication. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment feeling of lust. Maybe it was simply that. 

…

David had already racked up a detention. It wasn’t surprising if he was going, to be honest with himself, this happened more often than not. He would fool around, trying to make some girl laugh and wind up getting himself into trouble. He didn’t want the boundaries, he just wanted some sort of fun, some attention of which he lacked at home. He found himself doing reckless things to gain an acquaintance, oftentimes it ended in a slap on the wrist… sometimes in the face. He had made it a habit to piss off the wrong people, though he knows who to stay away from. He also knows who is just in it because he has daddy’s money. Plenty of girls are just in it for the money, and quite frankly he couldn’t care. It’s someone to love. Someone to love him, even if it is just temporary.

He was the first one in the lunchroom, he always was. He watched as Aaron and the little on trickled in, followed by Derek and his girlfriend, and then Emily and a freshman who looked just like Rosalyn. It took him a moment before it all clicked, and when it did he shook it off. He knew that he couldn’t be a dick to this kid. Any of them really. He felt a sense of trust and belonging with his small group. 

He made light conversation with Aaron before they exchanged worried glances. The kid had no food…. Like nothing, zilch, zip, zero. A smashed sandwich that looked inedible. He made a silent vow to look out for that kid, whether or not it was with money or just looking out for him. He was going to be there. He got up and grabbed him some food… What do kids like? Chicken nuggets, he decided. All kids like chicken nuggets. When he arrived back at the table, he realized the kid was off, and Emily was being okay towards him. 

After the boy, who has been identified as Spencer was calmed down, he started in on the teasing. “Emily, damn why are your pupils so dilated?” He jokingly asked, knowing damn well with the weed scent mixed with the flowery perfume she tried to cover it up with. 

He laughed as she just glared back at him, then he decided to kick it up a notch. He grabbed her hot Cheetos when she wasn’t looking and hid them in his lap. Messing with a high Emily was his favorite pastime. When she became enraged, Aaron made him give them back. Which he thought ruined all of the fun. Why couldn’t Aaron just loosen up a little? 

The rest of the period passed quickly, laughter filling his lungs. The high of happiness soon wears off as he walks to his next class. More like straight pass it… he doesn’t feel like dealing with anything, or anyone for that matter. He decides to go to the third floor, he sits with the stoners up there, denying the blunt. He doesn’t want to get high… not right now. Not here. The idea of being high at school makes his skin crawl, it’s the most relaxing thing that could happen. So he just sits, letting the smell wash over him as he closes his eyes, thinking of when he was little, playing baseball with his father. Before everything changed. Before his dad got the job that changed everything. Oh to go back to that day.

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A New Years Eve Story BenjiXEthan

“Come on Benji, just come to my new years party it’ll be fun. Everyone else is going to be there. Even Ethan.” A sing songy tune as Brandt rolls over Ethan’s name, “So what do ya say?” I hate parties they make me terribly horribly anxious and normally I wouldn't go, but I could hang out with Ethan. New Years Eve is very romantic I’ve been meaning to tell him how I’m feeling for a while, “I guess sure I’ll come. Do you want me to bring something?” my hand subconsciously finds my way to my hair and I brush it back. Brandt raises and eyebrow, “Nope, just look nice for Ethan.” Ugh Brandt. 

9:00 PM 

I’m bringing a pack of beer anyway. Just to spite Brandt also he has a terrible taste. Not really that great of a helper either. But Ethan, Ethan was going to be there. Ethan Hunt, his beautiful name just rolls off of my tongue. Everyday I talk to Ethan and it just keeps getting harder. I want to be with him. He’s so strong, I feel so protected in his arms. I’ve been dreaming of kissing him on New Years Eve as the ball drops in New York. I’m just walking down the street to Brandt's house when I hear,

“Hey, Benji!” I turn around in the direction of the voice

“Hey Luther!” I stop and wait for him to jog up to me.

“You going to Brandt’s party?” 

“Yep.” I hold up the beer. and we start to walk

“Heineken, good choice. You know Ethan is going to be there. Are you going to tell him?” 

“Luther I just you know how awkward it would be and well maybe -Oh look that's Brandt’s neighborhood right there.” We walk in and find Brandt’s house among the many we all up to the door and ring the bell. It opens, 

“Hey guys, I’m so glad you could make it!” Brandt opens the door with a smile he motions for us to come in and we walk into his house. It’s a typical modern house with beautiful wood floors I can see everyone is sitting on the couch crowding around the TV and then I see Ethan. He looks over at me and smiles bearing his pearly white teeth. He gets up from the couch and walks over. 

“Hey Benji!” 

Ethan and I sit down facing the TV with the beer on the table behind. I manage to spark up a decent conversation talk for a long time he asks me about myself and I ask him about himself. It just flows so naturally with Ethan. He used to take Ballet when he was younger! He talked about growing up and I stood and listened to him talk. He didn’t usually talk so much about himself, but after some careful coaxing it all came out at once. This was a moment that I wanted to stay in forever. If I had stayed right here forever right now I would be perfectly happy

10:00 PM 

We were talking everything was perfect Ethan was going on a long monologue about how much he hated his first grade teacher and then he looks back at me, “Hey, Benji I’ve been talking forever tell me about yourself.” It is true we’re friends, we work together, but thinking about it Ethan doesn’t know that much about me, 

“Well, um what do what do you want to know?” Ethan looks up to me, “Tell me about your love life.” I felt my cheeks blush a little and I felt my hand go straight to the front of my to brush through it out of embarrassment, “Um, okay I had a boyfriend his name was Andrew we were together for almost a year.” Andrew poor lad I miss him.

“Why aren’t you still together?”

Oh no. It’s because of Ethan, because I couldn’t be in a relationship when I loved someone else, “I’m sorry excuse me for a moment Ethan.” 

“Wait Benji, no, come back. I’m sorry that was out of hand I shouldn’t have said that can you just stay.” 

Ethan wants me to stay, “sure.” We sit in blank silence for a bit. Ethan seems to be just sitting enjoying the smiling faces of people watching the hockey game. However I’m truly upset. I love Ethan, but he just reminded me of Andrew and everything is so confusing. I truly hate parties why did I come. Every sound is echoing a thousand times and I can’t stand it. Im getting complete sensory overload, I feel like I'm going to scream at everyone here. Ethan is still right next to me I think I see him look up at me. My heart begins to race at the thought. I feel sick. I feel my hands shaking as sweat drips from my forehead. I need more beer. I reach to grab one when I feel a hand on my wrist. 

“Benji, we need to talk. I’m worried about you.” Ethan cuffs my wrist and drags me to the backyard. Ethan sits me down on the steps leading to the backyard and sits there with me, 

“Ethan what’s going on? I’m fine, I’m just not a party person is all.”

He looks me dead in the eyes to a point where it’s uncomfortable, “Benji, I’m sorry about earlier that was inconsiderate of me to say. People aren’t like files and I can’t just open them and get all the information I want.” 

Of course he apologizes perfect bloody Ethan Hunt. Should I look down and upset to make it dramatic? Should I just confront him? What would Ethan do? well maybe, “You’re just so perfect. You’re Ethan bloody Hunt and you could get any boy or girl or anything in between that you wanted. I had Andrew and I had to chose between him and my job and I ended up choosing my job because it’s not just the job Ethan. It you and how bloody perfect you are.” 

Ethan looks up, “You think I’m perfect?” 

11:00 

“Ethan, I’m just going to say everything I’m thinking right now and put it all out on the table because its too much for me to think right now. I hate parties. Can’t stand them I feel crowded and gross and they make me truly anxious and it’s like the whole world is closing in-” I stop Ethan pulls me into a hug a warm hug. He flexes his muscular arms around me and squeezes. His  long sleeved REO Speedwagon shirt protecting me from the cold. I feel a wave of calm wash over me like this was a thousand birthdays wrapped into one single moment. I could stay here forever. I turn and I hug him back. I carefully tuck my chin into his neck. 

“Benji, I can’t let anything happen to you. So I better just hold you for the rest of the night to keep you safe.” 

“I love you, Ethan.” Ethan lifts his head and suddenly our eyes meet. His brown eyes filled with golden specks of determination and love. 

“I love you too, Benji” he puts his chin back on my shoulder and I follow suit. We sit there for a while just relaxing in this moment. Except I can’t relax Ethan said he loved me. Ethan loves me. I feel like a giddy school girl, but I just might start jumping around. 

“Move it love birds.” Luther’s voice echoes. 

We look up and get off the stairs. Luther walks down and out to the yard. He’s setting up for the fireworks. He takes out so many different kinds and he fills a bucket with water. I get so excited watching everyone set up the fireworks i hardly notice Ethan wrapping his hand around mine as our fingers interlace. Luther looks up from placing all the fireworks about and looks to the door.

Brandt practically jumps out into the yard, “10!”

“9!” everyone starts to join in.

“8!” Ethan squeezes my hand a little tighter

“7!” He wraps around my waist

“6!” He rests his chin on my shoulder from behind me

“5!” Ethan spins me around to face him

“4!” I wrap my arms around his neck

“3!” his hands go to my hips

“2!” our foreheads touch 

“1!” Before I can even say happy new year Ethan pulls my lips into his and we share a beautiful kiss. Feeling his lips against mine is like pure heaven on earth. It feels like riding on a shooting star. I know that Ethan feels the same way as he squeezes my shoulder and pushes my head back towards his. We’re moving in sync with each other. I feel a jolt of electricity sparking through my entire body. My calf muscles start tightening and I feel like I could run a marathon. As people start to leave the yard we slowly pull away from each other resentful to break the kiss. We stand there foreheads touching we stand taking in the sounds of the night combined with the heat of each other’s breath suddenly Ethan breaks the silence, 

“My place?”

“Your place.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

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