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passivenovember · 2 years

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Goldie (harringrove week day two: Carol Perkins’ curling iron)

The first time Carol and Billy met she spit a wad of gum in his hair.

It had been hilarious. Hot, even, when Billy dug his fingers through Steve’s diet coke and pulled away with two ice cubes, working the gooey lump from his pretty blonde curls like this wasn’t his first rodeo.

With a devilish, impressed smirk he declared, “I like that girl,”

Steve tried not to stare at Billy’s fingers as they fiddled with the strawberry gum. “She’s a piranha.”

“We’re gonna fuck,” Billy said, plain and simple, and popped Carol’s gum into his mouth with a pleased hum.

Tommy H., was panicked about the whole thing, especially when all Carol could talk about after that first catfight was Billy Hargrove. Malibu Barbie. The Surfer Boy, Firefly from Hell.

She always said it with a flush to her cheeks. A snap of her gum, like if she chewed hard enough she could taste him on each new stick.

Steve had never seen a friendship birthed from that kind of rivalry, except maybe their own, but Billy seemed to have that kind of affect on people. Especially girls.

It drove him crazy.

The way Billy never had to try to get everyone’s eyes on him, raking over him desperate to map every curve and valley that swam through their dirtiest dreams. And Steve had been that way once, too, but.

Billy was different.

Effortlessly alluring and beautiful.

Steve did backflips to try and get his attention. To keep that fiery blue on him, and Carol was the first to notice.

“He’s a bitch,” She told Steve one night, last month, after he drank a little too much trying to beat Billy’s keg stand and then drank a little more to forget the memory of Billy kissing Heather Duke.

Carol held Steve’s hair for him, that night, muttering, “He’s a slutty little fucking shitty fucker bitch.”

“He looks like Goldilocks,” Steve had whined, ”He’s so beautiful, I love him,” and everything went black.

Carol doesn’t feel the way she used to about Malibu Barbie. They’re friends, now, which makes things a hell of a lot more difficult for Steve. And, obviously, it’s about him. Everything’s about him.

Things come back around.

Steve feels better than he did last year. More in control. It’s Hawkin’s High’s annual Who’s Who Halloween bash, and even Keith made the cut this year, dressed at C-3P0, which is a testament how dire the situation is now that Steve’s graduated, but it’s not a coincidence.

None of it is a coincidence.

The Camaro rolls to a thundering stop out front and Billy steps out in a fucking Goldilocks costume, and--

Steve sucks a glob of flat beer up his windpipe and down his nose, because Carol’s laughing.

Steve glares at her, snatching the napkin she offers with her lips coiled like a stale licorice whip. “What did you say to him?” He snarls.

Billy’s surrounded by girls. And guys. Just a whole crowd of drunk, horny country bumpkins who can’t think with his thighs encased in white nylon like that, and.

“Did you tell him?” Steve demands.

“Tell him what?”

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I dunno what you mean, Stevie,” Carol bats her eyelashes at him, witch hat falling to the side. She snaps a piece of gum Steve doesn’t remember her chewing.

The sea of assholes part, and Billy spots them, and. “Harrington!” He calls, happy and loose.

Steve grips the witch bitch next to him, “He’s wearing lip gloss,”

“I helped.”

“Perks, he’s wearing mascara--”

“He’s Goldilocks,” Carol tells him smugly. She falls quiet, stepping aside to let Steve look his fill “Isn’t he a Betty?” She asks, and.

And.

Steve’s never been so hard in his life. He doesn’t register the people around Billy, or the way everyone’s tugging on his curls and watching his ass as he walks toward the porch, because it doesn’t matter.

Billy’s a vision.

Everything Steve never knew he desired, rolled into one funny, smart, beautiful package.

Billy laughs, giving Lonnie Clark a high five and the cup of his bodice straining deliciously against his chest. He fiddles with his headband when Heather Duke tries to play keep-away. Says goodbye to his Fanclub as he tries to get closer. Billy looks at Steve with worried, impatient eyes. Waves, with a little, “Gimmie a sec, I wanna talk to Steve,” to the girl who won’t step off, and that’s it.

A line of the hottest people in Hawkins could be on their knees, mouths open, waiting to suck Billy’s dick right now and Steve wouldn’t be jealous.

Because Billy wants to see him.

He’s making a beeline for the front porch, eyes scanning Steve from head to toe. His hips sway in that little yellow skirt, and despite the nylon Steve can see something moving.

Something straining, a little.

“Holy hell,” Steve rasps. He can’t breathe. His lungs don’t work, his throat is swollen shut.

“See something you like, Hair Bear?” Carol scrapes his cheek with her nails and Steve finishes his drink, tossing the cup onto the lawn to grab Carol Perkins and tickle the shit out of her.

Carol swats at him, giggling all bright and panicked. “I can feel your hard on, you freak!”

“Carol,” Steve hisses, and then Billy’s there.

“Hey, hey, leave my girl alone!” He chuckles, and. Pressing close to get his arms around Perkins, Billy manhandles their very own Evil Cheerleader to the side her so Steve can’t finish what he started.

Without 90 pounds of meddling redhead in the way, Billy stares at him. His eyes burn from the furry neckline of Steve’s costume, all the way down to his sneakers and back again.

Billy smirks, tongue wagging between his cherry red lips. “What the fuck are you supposed to be, Harrington?”

“Carol picked it out,” Steve puffs his chest, suddenly defensive, when Billy frowns at him. “I’m a teddy bear.”

“Bullshit,” Carol howls, smoking a joint someone handed her on their way into the house. “He’s mama bear!”

Billy’s eyes widen. He looks down at himself, cataloguing the vee of his hips, before scowling. “Perkins, you little shithole.”

“What’d I do?”

“Yeah, Hargrove, what’d she do?” Steve deadpans, only a little guilty for liking the angry pink flush that covers Billy’s tits.

It’s not very often the guy gets upset, not where anyone can see.

Billy’s eyes flash for a moment and then it’s gone, replaced with sharp humor as he slings an arm around Carol’s shoulders. “Nothing, teapot,” He kisses her forehead, never once taking his eyes off Steve. “You just wanted Mama and Daddy to get along, right?”

“Right,” Carol whimpers pathetically, smirking up at Steve from the protective pit of Billy’s arm.

Billy’s tongue wags. Steve wants to suck it. Bite it off, maybe, “Don’t worry, Perks, Mommy and Daddy are just fine.” Billy lightly pats her ass, with a little, “Ain’t that right, mommy?”

And it’s just unfortunate.

Absolutely heinous that Steve’s dick, graciously hidden by the fur suit Carol had to wrestle him into, fills out.

It chubs. Throbs. Weeps, a little, When Billy takes the joint that’s handed to him and says, “Come find me later, Mommy.” Before disappearing through the front door.

Steve does a couple of keg stands. Takes a shot off Veronica Lee. Smokes a blunt with Keith in the backyard and loses track of Goldilocks, somewhere between wishing he could pull Billy upstairs now and forgetting that he’s supposed to.

Steve’s playing with Carol’s cat when someone pats his shoulder.

“’Mm busy,” Steve tells them, giggling when the cat nibbles softly at his index finger. “If you wanna play with Arugula, you better hop the fuck in line and then die in line waiting because I’m playing with Arugula, we’re best friends and she loves me and I’m not moving, you fucker--”

The hand on his shoulder starts rubbing, fingers toying with the curls at the base of Steve’s neck.

He swallows, resolute. “She’s so soft, she’s like a cloud of marshmallows and cotton and cotton landy--”

“Candy, pretty boy.”

Steve cranes his head, laughing when it lands on Billy’s shoulder and he’s right there, pressed tight against him, watching with plush, smiling lips as Steve pets Arugula.

“Billy!” Steve shouts. “I’ve been missing you so much.”

Billy leans away a little, and then comes back again, grinning down at the head on his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to go someplace, right?”

Billy combs the hair off Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, upstairs. I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Here,” Steve says, gasping when Arugula climbs into his lap. She’s an angel. She’s Steve’s best friend. He cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Please don’t make me go. I don’t wanna go. You can’t make me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Jesus Christ, how much have you had?”

“Enough to forget that I’m allergic to cats.”

Billy freezes. “How allergic,” He demands.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, Billy crawls to the front. “Steve--” He begins heavily, and Steve clutches Arugula to his chest, worried that Billy’s going to try and snatch her away.

Billy frowns, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with something secret, not quite mixed in so it’s grainy and raw.

He climbs to his feet, hand outstretched for Steve to take. When he doesn’t, Billy grins. “C’mon, pretty boy,”

Steve shakes his head. “I wanna stay here with Arugula.”

“You can come back to Arugula, you just have to take some allergy medicine so you don’t, fucking, die or something.”

Steve shakes his head, and the cat hops out of his arms.

He glances around, shocked.

Billy’s smiling. “See, baby, she wants to go shit in her box.”

That makes sense. Steve nods, like, “I think I might need to shit in my own box, soon.”

Billy laughs. Steve wants to catch it in his hands, keep it in a jar next to his bed. “I can take you to the bathroom,” Billy says, holding out his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Steve considers it and takes Billy’s hand, squawking out a laugh when he goes easy like an untethered air balloon, knocking into Billy’s chest.

“Woah, I gotcha,” Billy says gently, and Steve loves him.

“I love you,” Steve says. When Billy’s cheeks get all pink, Steve touches them, squishes them between two fingers. “I love you so much, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“You hair is curlier than usual,” Steve says, confused. “How?”

Billy shrugs, clearly embarrassed. “Carol helped me curl it.”

Steve wraps one around his finger and watches it bounce free. “Pretty,” He says, smiling at Billy’s open, confused mouth. “I’m gonna throw up,” He declares.

Steve rinses his mouth in the sink and stares at Carol’s curling iron, wrapped and corded in its little basket.

He’s floating. Billy’s hand is between his shoulder blades rubbing soft, smooth circles, and.

Steve doesn’t remember how he got here.

Billy’s telling him a story about California because Steve retched for so long his stomach liner is probably at the water plant, now, but his head feels more clear.

He wipes his mouth. Watches Billy’s in the mirror. Knows, with ringing clarity, what he wants. Has always wanted. Billy laughs at something and Steve’s heart cracks open.

“You’re so different than I thought you’d be,” Steve says says.

Billy stops cold in his tracks.

Steve. Can’t feel his lips. His face. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known, Billy,” He says, “You’re so good. You’re perfect.”

Billy snorts, cheeks bright red. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah.” Steve admits. “Can I kiss you.”

Billy stares at him. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Finally, after a million years, he blinks. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk, Steve.”

Steve tuns, hips pressed tightly against the marble sink. “Why not?”

“Because,” Billy starts. He fiddles with the hem of his skirt, refusing to look up. To face it. “Because I’m dressed like Goldilocks. Because you’re wired and it wouldn’t be right. It’d be me, taking advantage of someone I love, and you might regret it.”

Steve frowns. “I won’t.”

“But you might,” Billy tells the linoleum. “And when I kiss you for the first time I want it to be because we couldn’t stop it. Because it was killing us not to. Because we want it so bad the sun might light us on fire.”

Steve takes one step forward. Then another, and another still until Billy’s looking at him, his jaw nestled in Steve’s palm.

He holds steady. Keeps those eyes on him.

“You sleeping over tonight?” Steve asks, knowing Carol had asked them both.

Billy nods. Wets his lips.

“Tomorrow,” Steve tells him.

#harringrove #harringrove week #halloween party #lemon?#idk lol #unedted!

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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(nsfw) PRETTY BOY :: x femdom!Reader

@momo-ceros this is for you and for your pretty princess husband's birthday! ♡ - askbox opencw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, voyeuristic/exhibitionistic themes, humiliation, cross dressing, femininization, pegging, oral, anal sex, breeding themes, belly bulge, unedted word count: 2.2k character(s): Chigiri Hyoma

"Pretty pretty girl."

Was all you had to chirp as the wrap of Hyoma's hair fell off your finger. Grinning across the table at the man who's face was dusted with color as rosy as his hair. You reached out again and slowly twirled his hair around your finger and watched it fall once more.

"Looks like your pretty little get up is going to win us some free drinks Hyoma." Your lips curled into a devilish grin as the group of men who'd been eyeing your boyfriend had no idea the ruse being pulled over anyone who dare look this way. A wink as they came closer and you nudged his freshly shaven knee with your toe, "Make it convincible I bet you could get us plastered tonight with those looks of yours."

Utterly embarrassed and throbbing under the pleats of the skirt you'd dressed him in. The soccer player saw himself before the two of you left his place to go out. Absolutely no difference between him or his sister done up like this. In fact, he had to do a double take after you were done dolling him up. Good enough to fool himself. It was obviously fooling every guy within the cutesy little café you drug him too this late.

"Now don't ignore them." Your voice interrupted his thoughts. As did the toe of your flats slipping up his inner thigh under the table. Hyoma jumped, bumping himself against the table and looking even more frazzled than before after realizing he had no idea what these men had said to them. Frankly looking across at you just to find you leaning propped up on your hands smirking, "They asked you if we'd like a drink. I'd say...we'd love one, wouldn't we?"

Lump struggling to be swallowed in his throat all Hyoma could do was nod. Afraid his voice would give him away. And part of him didn't want to get caught. Distraught with himself for agreeing to this. All of that was so easily forgettable when you nudged the crotch of his panties with your foot under the table. Face flushed with red he gripped the edge of the table as you drew your foot across his hard on. If he wasn't able to respond to the couple of dudes hitting on him before. Now he could only hear ringing in replacement of their voices.

Like his heartbeat could be felt in his face. Hyoma struggled to hold it together as the night went on. Your foot persistent under the table. Nudging and grinding against his hidden clothed cock. Pleats of the skirt and the dim light hiding any foul play that might be suspected. You were giddy in talking for your self proclaimed 'shy' friend. Hyoma screaming internally as his cock throbbed under the table and he began to feel the wetness of his precum soaking his panties as he saw no end in sight to this evening.

Just a blur of faces throughout the evening out. Men asking for his number. Others insisting they buy him a drink or something to eat under the guise of a pretty woman they could impress. Some of the men were fumbling and shy. Others getting too close to him and drawing a touch over his shoulder when their advances weren't deterred. Hyoma under the watchful eye of you as every single one of them had no idea the secret of what was going on under the table.

"Oh my god look at you." Were the first words out of your mouth the second the apartment door opened. No need to warm him up with your tongue down his throat in the hallway. One press of your hand to the tipsy man's crotch had you feeling a handful of cock throbbing in your hand, "You loved being hit on didn't you?"

"No!" Hyoma denied even when his body betrayed him, "I- I didn't-"

"You only had one tiny drink so I know this isn't the alcohol talking..." You pressed up against him. Groping his cock through the thin veil of precum soaked panties from an evening of you rubbing him down with your foot under the table, "You're such a fucking slut, begging to be hit on and fucked later on like that."

No denying it you hand pressed to the tip of his neglected cock felt a million times better than your feet had. Hyoma groaned, tipping his head back ignoring the slam of the door behind the two of you. Only under the influence of how you moved his body. It felt otherworldly and he couldn't explain it. Each action led on by you until he found himself on his back. Skirt flipped up with you looming above him grinning.

Caging the slender soccer player between your arms you leaned down and nipped along his neck. Earning a whorish noise from between his lips as Hyoma bucked up and tried to rub against anything for relief. Only to get your thigh wedged between his own. Cock barely able to drag along your thigh as he whimpered under you.

"Look at you just dragging yourself against my thigh..." You sat back up to marvel at the sight of the disheveled feminine man under you. His panties not hiding the cock that now strained against the thin white fabric. Skirt that you flipped up still hugging his hips making him look even extra fuckable like this.

Hyoma just about to whine when he felt you leave the bed. Was not disappointed when those eyes of his landed on you pulling up the straps that hug your thighs so tight. Or the silicone cock bouncing between your legs as you finished getting the tightness just right.

"Suck it." You demanded, standing at the edge of the bed holding the base of the toy.

"What no it's-"

"You woulda sucked those nice men off for buying you a drink." You said without hesitation as Hyoma slowly got to his knees on the bed before you, "So, pretty girl, suck my dick instead. Since this was my idea after all."

Tongue darting over his bottom lip. There was no defense on why he shouldn't. The longer Hyoma stared at your cock between your legs the more his mouth watered. You were right, in the moment he would have sucked off anyone telling him how pretty he was.

Kind enough to tuck his hair behind his ear as he opened his mouth. Your grin couldn't be more pleased the second your tip disappeared between his glossy lips. Some of the lightly tinted gloss you'd dawned on him before going out still clung to his pretty lips. Making them all that much more beautiful as he slurped up and down your strap.

Not about to get anything out of your strap, didn't stop Hyoma from putting his entire heart into taking as much of your length as he could. Kneeling down before you on the bed. In his skirt with it tented up from his cock begging for even an ounce of attention through all of this. He ignored it and continued to wiggle his ass and bob his head up and down on the bulk of your strap before you decided enough was enough.

Pushing him down on the bed with force. Pink haired man staring surprised up at you until he felt the dip of your weight in the bed. Immediately going to shimmy his way out of his skirt. Hyoma's hand was slapped away with a cheeky smile, "I'm fucking you in the outfit I put you in pretty girl. Hands off."

"Just take my underwear off already-" His demand was ignored. Hyoma's hands pinned to his side until he understood where to keep them. Flushed face watching as he tried to hide behind his hands just as you palmed his clothed cock.

"I think I'll leave the underwear on." You leaned down hooking your fingers in the band around his thigh to slowly move it, "Really sell how badly you wanted to fuck all those nice gentlemen who complimented you princess."

Pulling the crotch of his panties away just enough to expose his ass. You brushed the tip of your strap against his entrance and fell right in love with the slutty noises bubbling up in the pink haired man's chest from such a simple thing. You couldn't wait any longer. He was too needy to pass up.

Dosing the tip of your strap in lube. You didn't need to tell Hyoma twice as he wiggled himself down on your toy just as you pushed into him. Slimy with lube the toy slid into him with ease. Teasing him about what a needy fuck he was. Hyoma loosing himself each passing second as he bucked and tried to fuck himself on the toy to no avail. Suffering at your hands as you slowly edged back out. Just to slam all of your strap back into him. Earning a wide eyed gasp of pleasure just as Hyoma reached out and twisted his fists into the bedding under him.

"Gonna have to take you out again," You slowly began building up some rhythm to your thrusts. Unraveling Hyoma's sanity as you did so. Sloppy wet sounds of your strap having no problem bottoming out inside him as you fucked him. Needing a better angle when you hooked your hands under his knees. Forcing them to be pressed down into his chest and folding in half under you as your hips got rougher with their trusts, "All those rich men-" Your panting above him making it all that much harder for the man to focus as you fucked him senseless into the bed, "-wanting your attention~ And you loved it, didn't you?"

Slamming your strap into him you insisted on an answer. Hyoma far too out of it as he twisted and writhed under you. Choking on his moans, unable to even think straight as you pushed his knees even further against his chest.

"I said-" You pulled your strap out just threatening to leave him with nothing inside, before slamming all of your length into him and watching his back arc up as the cutest little bump bubbled up in his belly from how deep your toy reached, "You'd fucked all those nice men buying you drinks, huh?"

"Yes!" Hyoma finally babbled on through his moans. Utterly agreeing to any degrading thing you said, "Yes- Fuck me yes!"

"That's a pretty good girl..." You drug a hand down his jawline. Fingers tracing down the buttons to his blouse before resting on his belly. Pressing down in time to your thrusts. Watching the minefield of emotions cross on Hyoma's face as you slammed your hips into his. The smack of skin as you fucked him senseless and enjoyed the bulge in his belly from each stroke.

Needing the leverage of both hands in the crook of your knees. You had to settle on just seeing his cute little belly bulge each time you slammed into him. Pressing Hyoma down into the bed. Making sure there was no place to go. You didn't let up on your thrusts the second you found the magic spot that sent his beautiful pink eyes fluttering to the back of his head.

" 's much! Shit! It's so much-!" Hyoma gasped. Moans cracking with his voice as his slender body twitched and convulsed under your magic. No part of him his own anymore as you fucked him stupid. Like his body was begging for more. His endurance was for nothing as he gasped. Body shuddering under you still in all his clothes. Legs trembling just as his orgasm overtook him. All the friction he got on his poor cock was that of the tight wet underwear still on him. Globs of cum now soaking into the crotch of his panties as you continued to fuck him. Milking Hyoma for all his worth. Cum drooling ever so slightly from where his slit pressed the hardest against the thin panties. The rest of it swallowed up by the same pair you refused to let him remove.

Finally, when he released every ounce of tension in his body. To lay limp under you. You giggled with a light pat on Hyoma's cheek before slowly pulling the toy out of him. A disgruntled groan from the feeling of fullness gone. He didn't have it in him to move even a muscle after what just happened. A blur from leaving the café to now laying in cum soaked underwear under you. He stared up at the ceiling in a haze just as he felt your fingers trace up his pale thighs.

"I can't wait until next weekend," You purred in his ear as you sank down into the bed right next to him. Hand going to grab his half hard cock and rubbing him until another moan bubbled up in his throat and Hyoma's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned under your insistent touch, "My pretty pretty princess is going to go back out for everyone to see. Next time...in a much more revealing outfit."

#happy birthday to the pretty princess of blue lock <3 #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #chigiri hyoma smut #chigiri hyoma x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri smut

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0ystercatcher · 2 years

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uxmal :-)

#m #unedted bc we packed the laptop already lol we r heading back 2 lima tonight #im tge iguana w its ass out btw

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mcguinessdaily · 6 years

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Paloma on Instagram Stories (17/09/18)

#Jay McGuiness #photos #unedted #instagram #mcguinessdaily

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ysljoon · 3 years

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Books, Boba, Bosom Buddies|Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Kim Namjoon is the new hire at the library you work at. After the first clumsy run in you had with him your feelings for him develop over the months and you two painfully pine for each other.

Clumsiness is a trait that can usually be very hard to be considered an endearing trait, but somehow Kim Namjoon can change that. He doesn’t have a careful bone in his large, muscular body (he has such a nice body, how can we ignore that?). You got a first hand experience of his clumsiness on the first day when he was hired at the library. Somehow he decided to fill the circulation cart with more books than it can handle by placing books on top of the already properly placed books. As you turned the corner, both of you guys were unexpecting to each other’s presence. Namjoon was able to not only lose control of the cart to narrowly avoid hitting you, but also managed to dump the books all at your feet.

After getting over the initial scare of being almost run over by the cart, annoyance came over you. You started to collect all the books that were scattered on the floor and you tried your best not to let your scowl show. You knew he was new, but how can somebody be this reckless with shelving books. Working at a library should be peaceful and Kim Namjoon is uprooting any semblance of peace that should be there. He stooped down and started to help you organize the books while profusely spewing out apologies. You looked up at him and your frown softened when you saw his dimpled cheeks and honeyed skin. Your annoyance disappeared because how can anybody hold any form of negative emotion to someone that looks this alluring? He was eye candy on thick long legs that caught your eye when he squatted down. Once you were done ogling him you got around to accepting his apology.

“It’s okay, just try to not hit any of our patrons because they will not be nearly as helpful or as nice as I was in this situation.” You gave him a cheeky grin and made your way to the audio section to find a DVD that a customer placed an order for pickup. Little did you know that the effect Namjoon had on you was the same case for Namjoon. The smile you gave him left him flustered in his spot, almost in a daze. He knew he was going to think of your smile for the rest of his shift and he didn’t need any distractions if he wanted to keep his job.

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A couple months later you and Namjoon have become bosom buddies. You could call him for anything and he could do the same. You guys had created a friendship that blossomed into mutual pining that neither of you were aware of. The not so subtle flirting (it was painfully obvious to your coworkers, but of course the both of you were undeniably blind to each other’s advances) had ramped up as the weeks went on, but you still questioned if it could go any further. Jin, your other coworker at the library, was just as tired as you were from the blind romaticisizing. He always pushed you to ask Namjoon out, but you always disagreed by saying things like Namjoon was never interested in you and just thought of you as his best friend and nothing else. Jin always showed you evidence on how that wasn’t the case, but you were too in denial that someone as attractive as Kim Namjoon would want to be more than just friends.

As your shift came to a close and you were done doing your last walk around to make sure everything was in order, Namjoon was there waiting for you at the front with flushed cheeks. He was rocking back and forth on the sides of your feet and you wanted to just pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked at this very moment. You turned off the lights and walked out with Namjoon by your side. The library closes at 7 pm, but Namjoon still insists on walking you to your car even though there is still enough sun out to not pose any threat to your safety. The chilvarous action makes your heart flutter regardless. Tonight he seemed to linger around a little longer before saying goodbye. You gave him a hug and as you stepped off the curb he gently grabbed your shoulder. You turned to face him and he was avoiding eye contact while anxiously scratching the back of his neck.

“Y/N, there's a new boba shop that opened on the corner by my house. Would you like to go?” You now understood why he was acting so nervous and your heart was doing somersaults in your chest while Namjoon’s was probably beating like a hummingbird’s wings.

“Like a date?” The words tumbled out of your mouth and you felt like an idiot. Of course this wasn’t a date, he just is your best and that’s all you’ll ever be to him.”

“Y-yeah it can be a date. Or not if you don’t want it to be!” Oh. You weren’t expecting that at all. You gave him a coy nod and opened the passenger side door for him to get in. The car ride was filled with tension that you’ve never experienced before. This is what you’ve been longing for and now that the time was here you didn’t know how to react. Namjoon put the directions into the GPS on his phone and you made your way to the boba shop. The drive couldn’t have been longer than 5 minutes, but it felt agonizingly slow from the awkward atmosphere.

Once you got to the store, Namjoon held the door open for you and the cashier gave the both of you a warm greeting. You decided on getting taro milk tea and Namjoon decided to get a hibiscus lemonade with fruity flavored popping boba. As you waited for your drink you made small chat with each other and started to make yourself more comfortable with each other. It’s crazy that you guys go from being best friends that could tell each other anything to acting like awkward high school freshmen that have no idea how to deal with feelings.

You and Namjoon enjoyed your drinks outside to bask in the warm summer air while watching the last of the sunset. Namjoon was going on about his love for nature and it made you feel so endeared that someone could feel so passionate about the beauty of earth. You couldn’t help yourself and cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. The boldness surprised not only him but you too. You pulled away and instantly regretted your decision when you saw his wide eyes.

“Namjoon, I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. If it’s weird we can totally forget this even happened and move on-” Namjoon gave you a warm smile and pecked your cheek with a gentle kiss. “I literally spent nights thinking about you kissing me. That was everything I dreamed of and more Y/N. I want us to be more and I’ve always wanted to be more.” Hearing his confession made you grin and you felt all your emotions come to the forefront, including your insecurities.

“I’m glad Namjoon, I want us to be more too, but before we go there. I just want you to know that I haven’t dated anyone since my freshman year of college so I’m probably a little rusty in the romance department.” You tried to brush off your embarrassment with a chuckle, but it didn’t make you feel any better. Namjoon took your hands in his for comfort and scooted closer to you where your knees were touching. “Y/N my first kiss was in my sophomore year and college and that was the last bit of romance I’ve ever experienced. We can teach and learn from each other since that’s what love is all about.” Namjoon wrapped you up in his long arms and everything felt right and you were content that the pining between you two was finally done. The days you spent daydreaming about him has become reality.

Notes: It is 2 am and I wanted to write this grossly self indulgent drabble. This is unedted and I’m so tired so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors I was inspired by me getting boba for three days straight. As always I appreciate any likes and reblogs. If you would like to support me further you donate to my Kofi

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unedted cas shots, bc like i said yesterday - staying on brand around here. anyways the vatore siblings got makeovers earlier but i only managed to grab shots of lilith bc she’s my favorite.

#i feel you should know that in this save she's married to a spellcaster actress #i need to build them their own little home bc right now the house they're in is cramped #bc the spellcaster is one of a set of triplets #and lived with her siblings #and had lilith move in #bc she doesn't like vlad and refuses to live in the same neighborhood fojids #also lilith is going to be getting ANOTHER makeover soon #to bring her to a more modern style #click for LARGE bc i'm not lying when i say unedited

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jango fett death UNEDTED!!!!

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Maple April

Warnings: Unbeta’d, unedted, unediteed, unedtd, oonedted, Your life is awesome as long as you’re happy with it, okay? Okay, Ily <333

Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Requested by anon! Hope you like it, hon :D I enjoyed writing this a lot, okay? I don’t even know. I’d love your honest opinion on it, hope you can excuse some rushed mistakes and all (point them out if you find them, would ya?) and I genuinely hope you enjoy!

This sucked.

Honestly, you were blatantly lying to yourself while coming here. Deep down you knew it was going to suck, you knew you’d regret coming, you knew you’d end up wanting to get shitfaced more than you’d want to stay sober, yet you still came. You still pressed “Going” instead of “Interested” in the stupid Facebook page your old classmates had created and you still put an effort into your outfit, thinking that maybe, just maybe, time would make them grow out of their trashy attitude.

Surprise, surprise. That wasn’t the case.

The millisecond your foot passed the doorframe, you regretted your life choices.

“Oh my gosh, April is here!”

“It’s Y/n, Shannon” You smiled awkwardly at the leggy blonde that somehow had grown even hotter than her senior-year self. The world was unfair, you’d decided. Her C cup boobs almost burst through the seams of her shirt, waist tinier than a stick and ass bigger than the damn seat. Lord knows how many drinks she had been offered in the past ten years.

“No it’s not!” Shannon scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. “Guys! April is here!”She called again, seeing as no one responded the first time. Sigh.

She pulled you forcefully by the elbow, causing you to stumble a little but everyone seemed to be confused for a second as to who you are. That was until a guy -was it Jack or Jason? - yelled “OH! Maple April!”

“That never even made sense, Justin” Said Clairie, the only normal and actually friendly girl your old class had to offer. She had grown a little taller, a black pixie cut with blue tuffs adorning her head instead of her waist-long raven hair.

“Holy shit, Clairie, you look great!” She gave you a hug, still shorter than you, and nodded her thanks.

“You do too, Y/n” At her appearance you felt a little more optimistic about this night but it was all shattered when she declared she had to run because, wait for it, her younger kid, as in she has multiple, was messing with the babysitter and his brother.

Clairie. Kids. Wow.

Try telling her past self she’d end up married with kids. The Clairie you knew would punch you in the face.

You thought of your own love life and quickly pushed the thought away, realizing it was almost non-existent.

“So, Maple April,” for fuck’s sake, Justin “what have you accomplished in the past ten years?” Somewhere between yelling and gaining the attention of many bystanders that had only come to enjoy a drink in peace, they had thrust a glass of Johnnie on the rocks in your hands and started asking questions. Many had boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancés or husbands and wives. Others had kids or a successful career, others had published novels or traveled, or all at the same time, and here you were.

“Well… I opened this small little coffee shop in my neighborhood. It’s going pretty well; I bake my own pies and all. It’s great, I love working there.” You grinned. You had wanted to open a cozy, tumblr-like coffee shop since you were a teenager and you were so proud of yourself that you had done it finally, and your facial expression showed as much.

“What, that’s it?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve done in ten years? Open a coffee shop?” And then he started laughing. The rest of the group followed along, some doubled over, others looking at their significant others in that ‘pff- she-can’t-be-serious-can-she’ face.

“No husband? A boyfriend, even?” another girl, Margaret, asked in disbelief.

“Well-“

“Hey, sweetheart.” An unfamiliar arm wrapped around your waist and the smell of musk, clean clothes and rain clouded your senses. “I’m so sorry but I couldn’t find a spot to park, the parking lot outside was filled to the brim. I hope I’m not too late.” Your eyes dragged up the muscular, plaid-clad chest, meeting two brilliant green irises.

You did not know this man but, dear lord, he was gorgeous.

It was about time someone asked what the hell is this oddly familiar looking stranger doing right now?

His eyes were almost pleading but something told you he wasn’t pleading for forgiveness, like he was pretending to. He was mentally pleading for you to play along.

A whirlwind of emotions ran through your mind in less than a second when you confusedly concluded, ‘Hey, why the hell not?”

“Uh-I, uhm, su-sure, it’s- it’s fine” You cleared your throat “You’re not?” You furrowed your eyebrows for a second, hearing your statement come out as a question, and gave him a tight-lipped smile, the brightest blush in existence covering your cheeks.

“So? Won’t you introduce me?” He asked, laughing lightly and nudged you subtly. His shoulders slackened a little, seeing you play along.

“Uh r-right.” You turned to your old class, meeting seventeen, absolutely flabbergasted, faces. “Guys, this is my b-boyfriend? Uh-“

“Jensen” He nodded and smiled brightly at everyone. Shannon’s jaw was almost agape.

“Mapl-“She cleared her throat “April, you didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend!” She gushed. “And a famous actor, none the less!”

“But I did tell you my name is Y/n, not April” You muttered, partly for the sake of sarcasm and partly to inform the man beside you that your name was not April. Jensen’s eyes glinted at your comment in amusement. He tightened his hold on your waist lightly.

Wait, wait, wait, hang on. A famous actor?

You peeked at Jensen curiously, trying to remember if you’d seen him before.

Your eyes traced his face, beginning from his fluffy hair that was trimmed at the sides, to his crinkled forehead, perfectly constructed eyebrows –where they plucked? They had to be, no one has such perfect eyebrows naturally-, ridiculously colored, forest green eyes that reflected the bar’s lights beautifully, a nose that was almost as straight as a ruler but also the tiniest bit crooked, indicating he had had his fair share of fist-fights in his life, plump lips that looked really kissable and to his jawline, one that was so sharp it could cut a damn steak, you were sure of it. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and like a flash, your mind cooperated and sudden realization dawned on you.

Holy fucking shit.

Jensen Friggin’ Ackles, celebrity, declared hottest man of the damn year from a famous magazine, has his arm around you and is pretending to be your boyfriend.

Uhm, wHAT?!

“Hey” Jensen waved at everyone. Shannon moved quickly towards him, laying a hand on his arm and blinking repeatedly. Justin leaned and whispered something in one of his old friend’s ears, eyes still trained to the man who, for some reason, decided to play pretend in your favor and somewhat rescue you from this situation.

You were confused, to say the least.

“So, Jense, you-“

“Only Y/n gets to call me that”

“Who’s Y/n?” Shannon knitted her eyebrows.

“Uh, my girlfriend?”

“No, no, her name is April” Justin insisted.

Jensen huffed “I think I would know my girlfriend’s name, man” Justin quirked an eyebrow. Jensen looked at me expectantly.

“But… Maple April? Where did that come from?”

“You’ve been calling my girl by the wrong name for the last fourteen years?!” Silence.

Your ‘boyfriend’ looked legit pissed. Well, he was a great actor and all but his eyes glinted with fury, arm protectively tightening around you and the vein on his neck popped up. You could see a fight erupting in a matter of seconds, which both confused you because you don’t know this person that has their arm around you, and warmed your heart a little because even if he was a stranger he cared for you in a way no acquaintance or friend ever has.

You worked on instinct, placing your hand on his chest with gentle pressure and feeling tiny bolts of electricity run up your arm at the touch. Jensen’s eyes turned to your petite frame and saw your pleading expression to please don’t start this, it’s not worth it, and something inside him cracked.

He too was dumbfounded by what great big bags of dicks you had involved yourself with. They had known her supposedly through the entirety of high school and yet they didn’t even know her frigging name! If that wasn’t all kinds of wrong he didn’t know what was. A voice in him told him it was weird to react with such intensity, he didn’t know you, he just saw you suffering from afar and decided to step in. He decided to ignore that voice. He kissed your forehead and muttered “Come on, baby, let’s go,” his arm moving from your waist to your shoulder, pulling you outside.

Only when the chilly air slapped you in the face did you realize what just happened. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets.

October had just rolled and both of you regretted not having worn at least a jacket of sorts. You shuffled closer to him, discovering that his arm and torso produced warmth that both of you could use at the moment. You stopped walking next to a random car, looking at the stars. You watched your breath become a small cloud in the air and breathed out a little harder to see it form, letting yourself feel the goosebumps that appeared up your arms and legs. The silence let your mind register what the hell had just happened in such a short amount of time.

“Thank you” You decided to speak up, eventually. “I don’t know why you decided to do it, or why you even bothered, but thank you nonetheless.” Jensen smiled gently.

“It was nothing, really” He looked down at you skeptically before pulling his fist from his jean pocket and motioning towards you. “May I? You look… kinda cold” You quickly slid under his wing.

“Hmph, don’t blame this on me, Mister, you are as cold as I am” Jensen smiled and nodded, licking his lips.

“So, coffee shop, huh?” He asked, genuinely interested. He had heard that?

“Yeah, coffee shop.” You bit your lip, battling with yourself for a second. “Would you like to see it?”

“You flirting with me, Maple April?” Jensen teased you, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“Last time I checked you are the one having your arm around me” You bit back, chuckling.

“Fair enough.” He stated.

“So? What will it be?” Oh God you’d be pretty fucking embarrassed if he said no right now.

“I’d love to”. Both of your smiles were stretched from ear to ear and a small feeling of accomplishment swelled up your chest. You led him to your car and to your beloved coffee shop, ending up having one of the best nights of your life.

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