#we only had one class together so can’t really call her a friend anyway

[vacantgodling]

i only made (1) friend when i went to college for that small time period and i just unfollowed her bc she started posting on ig about bitcoin like GIRL

#hate to see it #we only had one class together so can’t really call her a friend anyway #but i talked to no one but my ex friend/carpool buddy #so #talking

[explicit-tae]

for ungodly hour couple can we have jk flirt with another girl or smth to try and get a reaction out of oc so he can be like "told you youre down bad look how jealous you got" but it backfires bc she flirts w someone else right back but it ends with them fucking anyway and making up 😭🫶

I actually like the idea of that so I'll just make a quick one-shot of it 🤣

ungodly hour

Word Count: 4.297

Warning: jealous reader, jealous jungkook, smut, yelling, kissing, dirty talking, simp jungkook, tsundere reader ofc, 69 position, oral (f/m receiving), spitting, competative jk sigh, face riding, competence kink, cum-swallowing,

“Well, well,” Jimin says as he looks up to spot you. He’s seated inside the college library at a once empty desk before you occupied it. “If it isn’t Y/N.”

You want to roll your eyes at the tone in Jimin’s voice. “In the flesh.” you say.

“What do I owe the unwelcomed visit?” Jimin drops the pen he was using to continue speaking with you.

“Ugh, Jimin, cut the shit.” you place your bag upon the table. “Jungkook told me you like me and us together.”

Jimin snickers. “I enjoy seeing my friend happy, I suppose.” he shrugs. 

“I guess that means we’re the same.” you retort.

“I'd like to say you’re more of a bitch with an attitude.” Jimin scoffs.

Your eyes widen, but you don’t want to say what you really want to - you and he would be bantering in the library and kicked out. 

You take a deep breath. “I’m going to regret this.” you murmur more to yourself than to Jimin, but the man hears and now he’s intrigued. “I need your help.”

Jimin is in fact intrigued. His attention is fully on you now. “My help?”

You nod.

“What can I give you that you can’t go to Jungkook for?” Jimin snickers.

You don’t answer and noticing, Jimin begins to smirk. 

“What do I get out of it?” 

You sigh loudly. “What do you want?” you grumble, eyes glaring at the older man.

“First, tell me what you want.” Jimin closes his textbook, finding you here before him more interesting.

You swallow. Your body was feeling hot with nerves.

You hoped Jimin wouldn’t laugh in your face and further humiliate you - or even make it worse by telling Jungkook. 

“I want to make Jungkook jealous.” you murmur so low that Jimin has to think hard to see if he’s heard you correctly. 

Jimin then begins to chuckle to himself, leaning back into the library chair. “Ah, so he was right when he told me you were jealous.”

You widen your eyes. “He told you that?!” you hiss lowly, feeling your hands clenched into fists. 

It was a week prior when it began. You and Jungkook had classes that same day, him being done only an hour before yours ended. He had texted you that he’d be in the dining hall - typical for Jungkook and his near never ending hunger. You’d usually always catch him there with someone - his friends, mostly.

That day, however, it was neither. It was a person you’ve never seen before - a girl. 

You recall the way your pace slowed as you caught where he stood, her across from him. He was nodding to something she was saying. It happens suddenly, however, the way Jungkook responds back (inaudible to you) and the girl laughs loudly. You are only a few feet away when you see the way she touches Jungkook’s chest, coming even closer.

Jungkook looks directly behind the girl and his lips form a smile. “Y/N!” he had called your name, nodding to the girl before making his way towards you. Your eyes locked to the girl he was speaking to - the look in her eyes was one you were all too familiar with. “You ready to go?” he asks you and you nodded your head, remaining silent.

“Yes, he did.” Jimin smirks at your reaction. “Said you were snappy the entire time.”

“I was not.” you declare, but you were. After all, Jungkook pursued you for months before you gave him a chance before you ultimately agreed to being his girlfriend. He had to know that was a privilege.

“Sure.” Jimin shrugs at your obvious lie. “Then why are you trying to make him jealous?”

You were beginning to regret coming to Jimin - you didn’t need him going to Jungkook with this. It would just fuel his teasing and that’s not something you wanted. 

You didn’t consider yourself to be the jealous type and you didn’t care who Jungkook was friends with - male or female. However, it was the way Jungkook reacted. His mind clicked when you were a bit distant and snappy, and that’s where it began. “You’re jealous.” he says, stopping in his tracks suddenly. You and he were halfway to his car when he made the revelation, eyes wide and soon, a smirk forming onto his lips. “That’s good. That means we’re one step closer to admitting you like me.”

And it didn’t get better. At every given chance, Jungkook would bring up Sia - the girl he was speaking to. “Sia said this ice-cream shop downtown is good. We should go.”, “Sia says this movie was good, let’s watch it together.” and it went on and on until you eventually snapped at him.

 Jungkook does it for a reaction - a scoff, a roll in your eyes or even a glare. When you snapped at him, declaring “If you’re going to keep talking about what she likes then you mind as well fuck her.”, it’s disgusting to admit that your tone turned him on - mixed with the angered look in your eyes. 

It gets the man going knowing that even you could be jealous. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do, but he enjoys teasing you. “You’re so down bad for me, baby. I can see it in your eyes.” he’d say. “You know you’re the only girl for me, Y/N. You don’t have to be jealous.”

“Give him a taste of his own medicine.” you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want to go into any more detail with Jimin, after all, Jungkook was his friend. He probably already knows enough.

And know enough Jimin does. It was a week ago today when he got a call from Jungkook, asking for advice. “Maybe she’s jealous.” Jimin told him over the phone. “You can be oblivious to when girls are flirting with you.”

“Who? Sia?” Jungkook had scoffed. He hasn’t thought about other girls in months, not since he and you became intimate. “I never knew Y/N could get like that…” Jungkook trailed off, a tone that was all too familiar to Jimin. The younger man was plotting.

“You’re going to make her jealous, aren’t you?” Jimin scoffed. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’re team Y/N now?” Jungkook asked. “I’m not going to flirt with Sia or even be around her. I just want Y/N to admit that she likes me.” he revealed truthfully. “Without me having to fuck it out of her.”

“Does her being with you not mean she likes you?” Jimin furrows his brows. Jungkook could be on the dumb side sometimes and the fact that he had to defend you made him want to gag. But for months it was apparent that you liked Jungkook more than you’d let on - Jimin had to hear it when Jungkook called him nearly in tears when you called yourself “his girl”.

“Stop trying to sound smart, hyung. I just want to hear her say it.” And that’s where it began - each time Jungkook got a reaction out of you, he’d tell Jimin. It was a matter of time before you’d snap - and you did; now sitting before him.

“I see. I help you and you help me.” Jimin leans forward. “Starting with what I want.”

You wait for Jimin to speak, and when he does, you’re left dumbfounded. 

“What’s the password to all of the streaming services?”

You blink a few times, trying to register what Jimin said. “That’s…out of everything you can ask for-”

“I need to get back to The Real Housewives.” Jimin waves you off. “Now, passwords before I help you.”

“YNloves97.” you tilt your head.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I hate simps.” he murmurs, but he writes it down on a sheet of paper before turning his attention back to you. “Now, how far are you trying to go?”

You swallow. “Not that far.” you admit. You couldn’t see yourself flirting with someone else - besides, Jungkook would know you were trying to make him jealous and that would make his head grow even bigger.

“I know my friend, Y/N. If you try too hard, he’s not going to fall for it. You have to be subtle.” Jimin exclaims. “He knows how unapproachable you are.”

“Unapproachable?” you’re taken aback once more at Jimin’s choice of words. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You have a resting bitch face and you’ve turned down so many guys that no one wants to approach you anymore. Jungkook is seen as a conqueror for being able to have you.” Jimin states matter-of-factly.

You sigh in defeat because damn was Jimin correct. You recall back when Jungkook and you went on the “picnic-movie-dinner” and he exclaimed how he knows there's guys that want you, but he was the one that had you.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin swallows, a disdainful look in his eyes. “Do you want to hangout?”

“What?”

“Do you…want to hangout?” Jimin repeats, appearing even more disgusted. “It’s part of the plan, trust me.”

“I-I guess.” you murmur, unsure of how this was going to go. But Jimin and Jungkook were best friends and if you were going to trust anyone about your plan, it’d have to be him.

The following week goes by and Jungkook notices a shift.

The most uncommon shift was you and Jimin together. When you had told Jungkook that you couldn’t study with him because you were doing so with Jimin, he had laughed. He assumed it was a joke, until it wasn’t.

Jungkook was fine with it, of course. He wanted you and Jimin to get along.

What Jungkook wasn’t fine with was the amount of times you’d speak of Jimin and how, in your words, “He’s actually fun to be around.”, “I convinced Jimin to listen to this podcast with me while we studied”, “It’s okay, I’ll just ask Jimin.” - and the fact that you were going to someone else for something instead of him was what truly got his blood boiling.

“I invited Jimin, hope that’s okay.” you said, dropping next to Jungkook. You were in the living room of your home, Chaeyoung showering up the stairs and soon joining you and him. It was only a study session - exams coming just around the corner. 

“Did you?” Jungkook snickers. “Why?”

“Why not?” you shrug with a short giggle. “Don’t we all need to study?”

Jungkook remains quiet, not wanting to think too much into it.

There was no way he was jealous. Jimin was his friend and there was no reason to be.

But when there was a knock on the door. You had risen to answer it, and that was the cherry on top - the way you hugged Jimin, greeting him with a wide smile.

You hadn’t even hugged Jungkook that way - or even appeared to be happy that he was there. When did you and Jimin grow so close? It wasn’t long ago that you were butting heads over streaming services. Now, the two of you were hugging, your arms wrapped firmly around him.

“Is the plan still on?” Jimin murmurs to you, feeling the burning hole Jungkook is burning through him. 

“Yes.” you murmur back. You avoid Jungkook’s eyes, especially when you feel Jimin light tap the low of your back.

Jungkook watches your next move, not taking his eyes off of you. You bring yourself back next to Jungkook on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. He doesn’t say anything  to you, only watching with tense eyes.

“I ordered pizza.” Chaeyoung says, almost on cue. Her hair is damp as she comes through. “Should be here in a few.”

You want to laugh at how giddy you feel right now. Jungkook’s reaction. You aren’t going to feel guilty - he started this first.

It was Jimin’s idea after all. “I would rather die than flirt with you.” Jimin snarls. The feeling was mutual. “But Jungkook is a territorial person. He’ll grow jealous of you hanging out with anyone that isn’t him.”

And that’s where it began - the constant “study” sessions that truly had you and Jimin bickering with one another. “I agreed to listen to your murder podcast but watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey is where you draw the line?” Jimin snapped one day.

However, Jimin was correct. He knew Jungkook like the back of his hand and his plan was working smoothly. 

A study session always started well and ended with loud chatter and laughs - only Jungkook sulked on the couch, while you, Chaeyoung and Jimin gathered around the low coffee table to eat.

“Here, try this.” Jimin shoves his pizza in your face - it has a variety of toppings on it and you want to gag at the sight of it. You want to shake your head because damn did it look disgusting, toppings nearly falling all over the place, but Jimin eyes widen and he slightly nods. 

You open your mouth and take a bite, allowing Jimin to feed you the pizza - and Jungkook’s had enough of watching you and him.

“Y/N doesn’t even like all those toppings.” Jungkook hisses, shoving the pizza away from you. It falls into Jimin’s lap sloppily, and the older man groans.

“Kook, what the hell?” Jimin cleans the pizza from his lap, glaring at his younger friend. “What’s your problem-”

“I think you should go.” Jungkook exclaims.

“No he doesn’t.” you are quick to defend Jimin, and inside you’re screaming, wanting to laugh in Jungkook’s obviously jealous face. “What’s going on with you?”

Jungkook’s taken aback. “Since when are you and Jimin friends?” he hisses, not intending for his voice to be as low. “Jimin’s my friend.”

Luckily you’ve told Chaeyoung the plan, or she would have thought you had two friends fighting for you. She takes a sip of her soda to hide her laughter. 

“Please don’t fight over me.” Jimin chuckles. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“You should be happy that I’m being friends with your friends.” you cross your arms. “Or do you prefer we butt heads?”

Jungkook would prefer you and Jimin to do nothing at all, like before. He hides his remark because in the end, Jimin was his friend and he truly would never accuse anything of him - but he couldn’t help how he feels.

“Can I talk to you in private, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes intense.

Jimin watches as you and Jungkook walk up the stairs and down the hall, not speaking until he hears a door close.

“Turn the TV up.” Chaeyoung says suddenly, taking a bite of her pizza. “They’re going to fuck it out right about now.”

Jimin doesn’t have to be told twice.

“What the fuck are you doing with Jimin?” Jungkook hiss as soon as the door to your bedroom is closed. “And don’t give that mush-mouth shit either, Y/N.”

You shrug. “The same thing you’re doing with Sia.”

Jungkook stops in his tracks. You sit at the edge of your bed with crossed arms.

“Sia?” Jungkook looks at you as if he had no idea what you were speaking of. “Sia?” he repeats.

“Sia.” you mock with a scoff. “Yes, Jungkook.”

Jungkook inhales deeply before exhaling. He tilts his head for a moment, your words repeating in his mind. 

“I don’t hang out with Sia. I don’t even talk to her.” Jungkook proclaims, a snarky tone in his voice.

“Sia likes this, Sia does that, Sia goes here, we should go there.” you mock Jungkook’s voice the best you could. “But I watch a little Housewives with Jimin and it’s a problem?” It was a problem, because there was only so much New Jersey you could watch.

Jungkook’s eyes begin to squint, and then widen. It was like a lightbulb went off. 

“You were trying to make me jealous. And you had Jimin help you do it.” Jungkook exclaims.

“Did not,” you scoff.

“You did.”

“Not.”

“You always avoid my gaze when you’re lying, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs in relief. He had to hand it to you, you and Jimin were determined - and your plan worked entirely well. 

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Isn’t that what you were doing first?” you quip, now rising to your feet. “Then you lie about it.”

Jungkook’s head snaps towards you. “Lie? About what?”

“Turn the T.V. down!” Chaeyoung murmurs, hearing the rise in your voice. 

“Already on it.” Jimin responds. 

“You said you don’t talk to Sia which is kinda weird seeing as you seem to know so much about what she likes.”

“You go through all of this instead of admitting you like me, Y/N?” Jungkook begins to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You like me. You’re down bad for me just as I am for you.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s words. 

“Stop avoiding what I said.”

“I’m not lying.” Jungkook retorts. “Can we admit you’re jealous of Sia-”

“Fuck you and her disrespectfully.” you bellowed, venom laced in your words. You’re even surprised at how it came out. 

Jungkook licks his lips. “I only talked to Sia that one time in the dining hall,” he admits. “I…I did lie about everything I told you she said. I never spoke to her after.”

You blink a few times, registering his words. 

“What?”

“I just wanted to hear you admit that you were jealous.” now that Jungkook hears himself, his plan sounded stupidly childish. “Admit that you like me-”

“Like you?” you scoff. “You met my parents.”

“Because you were hiding the fact that I wasn’t your boyfriend.” Jungkook shrugs. 

“At the time.” you tilt your head. “I’m with you all the time. I watch your nerdy movies-”

“And I watch your serial killer documentaries!” Jungkook defends. 

“Exactly.” you wave your hands around. “How could you think I don’t like you when we’re constantly together?”

Jungkook understands that you make valid points, but he was but a man and how was he supposed to feel? “I just want to hear you say it.” he shrugs his shoulders, unsure what else to say. “You only say it when I’m fucking you into oblivion-”

“Okay,” you lift your hand to pause his speech. “please don’t get ahead of yourself there.”

“Just say you like me.” Jungkook steps closer to you, reaching out for you. He has a small smile on his lips. “Just admit that you like me, baby. You’re so down bad for me that you somehow got Jimin to make me jealous of your fraudulent friendship.”

Jungkook’s holding you now, arms embracing you entirely. 

“What’s understood doesn’t need to be said.” you murmur, melting into his embrace. You inhale his scent, enjoying the freshly clean scent of his cologne.

“It does.” Jungkook kisses your forehead. He wonders if Jimin told you how he reacted over the phone when you called yourself his girl. It wouldn’t bother him because you know how he feels already.

You roll your eyes. “I…like you.” you say against his chest.

Jungkook pushes you back. “Excuse me?”

“I already said-”

“No, say it again. Without a dick in you-”

You slap his hand from your shoulders. “Oh wow, fuck you-”

“I will.” Jungkook nods erratically. “You can sit on my face until you’re shaking with pleasure, then I’ll fuck you until you’re begging-”

“I like you, Jungkook.” your body heats up at his words and of course, your legs clench for friction. It was as if you and he weren’t just in a disagreement not too long ago. “Ugh, I hate you.”  you murmur when you see the smirk forming on his lips. 

“Hate that you like me.” Jungkook squeals, far too giddy than he should be. “Take your clothes off, baby.”

“They don’t waste any time.” Jimin snorts, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“Turn the T.V. up again. Jungkook’s about to fuck some more love confessions out of her.” Chaeyoung warns.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your thigh, gripping entirely too tight to fight off his nerves. His tongue laps your clit vigorously - with such need. It’s almost like it gave him pleasure by pleasuring you. 

Your hands wrap around the length of his cock, pumping up and down slowly - just because you want to tease him. His tongue laps even harder when you begin to pump faster, smothering himself against you. 

Jungkook groans, the vibration feeling against your clit. You allow the saliva to pool from your tongue and onto his clit, tightening your grip. You then decide to take him in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your taste buds.You assure to add more saliva to jerk him while you suckle along the tip.

Jungkook’s hand rubs along your ass then upwards towards your back, He gently bites your thigh. “You’re so good, baby…”

Jungkook presses a kiss against your clit before he continues on his assault upon your clit. You want to tell him to stop - you were supposed to be pleasuring him, too, but Jungkook always made things harder. Naturally, Jungkook was competitive, and it was as if he was competing to see who would cum first.

And with the way Jungkook now adds his fingers, pumping entirely just as fast as his tongue suckles on your clit - you were going to lose.

You take Jungkook into your mouth fully, his tip hitting your throat. Jungkook twitches, and that’s when you know you had it. You lay your tongue flat, continuing to suck him fully. You were just as stubborn as Jungkook was, and now it was a game to see who was going to win - even if you’re certain you’d just become submissive like always and allow him to take control.

Jungkook’s groaning against your pussy now, trying everything in him to not lose (lose a battle that should have never started), but you were slurping him entirely too good for him to not want to.

“J-Just cum, already.” you cave, his cock popping out of your mouth, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. 

“You first.” Jungkook huffs. “Ride my face.”

“Fuck…you…” you groan, but you do as Jungkook asks. Your hips begin to roll, clit grinding against Jungkook’s tongue. 

Jungkook keeps his hands permanently on your ass, allowing you to take control of your orgasm. He’s satisfied that you’ve decided to cave, his competitive nature satisfied. Now, all you have to do is cum.

You bite your lip to suppress a loud moan - Jimin and Chaeyoung were just downstairs. But you were going to cum on Jungkook’s tongue like he intended, not understanding how you yet again lost the battle against Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook moans against your clit, a low whine releasing from your sweet lips Your thighs are quivering as you are coming to your high, eyes fluttering close and your head hanging.

You fall against your bed with a sigh. You needed to catch your breath.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook smiles down at you, now hovering above you. “Are you hungry?”

“Shut up.” you scoff. 

Jungkook’s smile doesn’t falter.

“I was watching porn earlier.” you began. “I want you to fuck my breasts.”

Jungkook chokes at your words, flushing red. “What-”

“Put your dick between my breasts,” you begin, speaking slowly. “and fuck them.”

Jungkook quickly nods, already feeling the familiar throb in his cock. 

“You’re so good for me, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks.

“Put it in my mouth first.” you instruct. “So it can be lubricated.”

Jungkook groans but nods. You suck on his cock for a moment before popping it out of your mouth. Jungkook then hovers above your breast, gulping.

Jungkook moans, pressing your breast together as he begins to thrust. Your tongue dips out so you could lick the tip of his tip each time he thrust forward. 

Both of Jungkook’s thumbs rub along your nipples, his thrusting becoming faster. You're so beautiful and Jungkook would never get tired of saying it. He’s never thought about fucking your breast, but now as he’s doing so, he can’t imagine not doing it again.

You had to admit watching Jungkook fuck your breast was hot - but that was also because Jungkook was hot. There’s sweat lining his forehead and his lips are forming a small ‘o’ shape. Maybe this is what Jungkook felt like when he was pleasuring you - it was because of you that Jungkook was appearing in pure ecstasy.

“You really do like me, baby.” chuckled Jungkook deeply. His fingers twist your nipples. “I can’t believe you’d thought I would ever be interested in that girl.”

You hum, glad that Jungkook didn’t say her name.

“You know you’re the only girl for me, baby.”

“You can cum in my mouth.” you moan, opening your mouth wider and poking your tongue out. 

Jungkook grumbles with a shake of his head. His thrusts become even faster, sloppier. His hands grip your breast entirely in his palms. “My pretty girl,” he pants. “so, so pretty. So good for m-me…” Jungkook’s voice cracks, twitching as he cums.

Jungkook’s cum hits your tongue - warm, salty and great. It’s an abundance, so much cum that a bit drips down your chin. You swallow, licking your lips.

Jungkook falls next to you, legs twitching with ecstasy. He swallows the lump in his throat. He brings you closer to him, kissing your lips entirely. 

“My pretty girl.”

“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate simps.”

Jungkook allows you to fall against his chest and it rumbles as he laughs.  “You’re so down bad for me, Y/N. It's so obvious now.” he teases. “I’ll fuck another confession out of you later.”

You slap his chest, but the throbbing between your legs is evident that you were anticipating his words to be true.

DRABBLE 2 | DRABBLE 3

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⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ Can I be with you just one night? I could wear you out inside | I could tell you like persistence, but I make you cum in tri's

DEAL ! ft. martial artist! kashimo hajime

SUMMARY. being saddled with tutoring the stubborn martial artist was bad enough, him learning you had the hots for him was even worse. but of course, you decide to use this to your advantage. and he is more then happy to partake in your little game. ━━ ★

CW. ooc kashimo, modern au (you two are college students, same age), reader with glasses (self indulgent asf), porn w/o plot, slight degradation, praise kink, lowkey soft dom kashimo, pet names (sweet girl, princess, baby, good bye, etc), kashimo & reader teasing each other, unprotected sex, bets, creampies, frenemies(?) to lovers, reader is black (obviously), multiple orgasms, etc. ━━ ★

NOTE. i got this idea randomly & it’s been a while since i’ve written for my man so here we are. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes. ━━ ★

Being the smart kid had as many disadvantages as it did perks. People flocked to you, not for friendship; but rather to feed off you. Using you to get good grades, notes, and then discarding you later. It hurt you at first, but now, you couldn’t care less. Now that you were an adult in college you gained a shiny spine, immediately saying no when someone approached you for help. You didn’t care if you came off as bitchy or stuck up, you refused to put your school career in jeopardy just for a bunch of strangers.

Which left you with a small group of friends, but hey— big groups didn’t work out anyway.

You carried this thought process all the way to junior year, your teachers used to it by now. No amount of begging from them or a student’s behalf changed your mind. Until, your beloved biology teacher reached out to you.

See, you took the class around your sophomore year of college, and the two of you clicked instantly. Something about being one of the few other black woman among the faculty and student body really drew you close together. If she asked for something, you were more than happy to oblige. Which, she knew all too well.

So when she called you into her classroom one day you weren’t surprised— until you noticed the tall, cyan colored hair man standing infront of her desk. The moment you stepped in she was all smiles, buttering you up before delivering the punch line:

“Could you tutor Kashimo Hajime please?” Her tone was soft, wavering on desperate. She watched as the annoyance covered your features, her scrambling a bit. “One more bad grade and he loses his scholarship. You know I wouldn’t normally ask this of you, but he’s a good student— I swear.”

“If he was so good, he wouldn’t be failing.” You murmured under your breath, eyes darting to the side to spot the man already staring at you. A grin in place. You wouldn’t find anything funny about this situation if you were him, but again— you weren’t and never would be. “Come on, Ms. Wells; you know I can’t stand tutoring people. Besides, I took this class last year.”

“And you were my best student.” She mused, buttering you up once more. A soft sigh escaped the older woman, leaning against her desk. “Look. Do this for me and I’ll write you the best damn recommendation letter you’ve ever seen. Okay?”

You thought it over, wondering if you really wanted to subject yourself to a whole week and a half of tutoring for someone who probably couldn’t care less. But, you really wanted that letter and you had to admit you had a soft spot for your previous teacher. So with a reluctant sigh you nodded, turning to face Kashimo who did the same.

“But if you still fail, it will not be my fault.”

“Of course.” He spoke cooly, smiling down at you.

You wondered if Ms. Wells was lying. If she was held at gunpoint to say he was a good student. He was far from it. Not only was he stubborn, Kashimo got disinterested in the material quickly; moving on to scrolling on his phone or attempting to watch something on your television. Even hitting on you, which you shut down— with minor hesitation. You couldn’t blame yourself, as annoying as he was; he was easy on the eyes and ears.

Today was Wednesday, meaning Kashimo only had four days until the test. And by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be passing it. The man wasn’t stupid, he just didn’t want to sit still and do the work. He was far too rambunctious.

You snatched the phone out of his hand for about the third time that day, placing it on the desk behind you. “You’re wasting mine and your time, Kashimo. Could you please focus on the studying?” You grumbled, adjusting your black rimmed glasses on your face. Kashimo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “If that’s the case just kick me out, you have no obligation to tutor me.”

“Ms. Wells asked me to.” You spoke, breathing softly and slowly blinking. You then turned to the sheet on your desk, scribbling something on the page. “Plus it’s called human decency and empathy, I want to help you.”

“That or you want to fuck me.”

You released a choked scoff, eyes wide as your eyebrows rose. You whipped around to face him, Kashimo sporting a cocky grin. “Really? You really think so?”

“I know so.” Kashimo shrugged as if it was obvious, leaning forward and resting his elbows onto his thighs; heavy, hot gaze trailing up and down your body. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, pressing his chin into a palm. “Because.. I’m able to tell when someone wants to fight or fuck me.”

“Oh, those are the only two options?”

“The only ones that matter.” He responded quickly, grinning at the way your pressed your lips together. You didn’t expect to be found out, seeing as you tried to be discreet with the glances you took at his strong arms and his crotch whenever he wore those damned grey sweatpants. You breathed softly, eyes darting elsewhere as you grabbed the middle of your glasses, rubbing the space between your eyes. “Mkay.. maybe you’re right; maybe I allowed my eyes to linger for far too long—“ Your breath hitched as you felt his hand fall to the bottom of your chair, pulling you closer while the other gently grabbed your calf. Before it could travel up you rose your leg, pressing it against his stomach.

“— But, the two aren’t mutually exclusive; I still want you to pass.” You spoke slowly, ignoring the way his fingers slowly caressed your leg. Kashimo chuckled softly to himself, leaning back in his chair and allowing your foot to slide down his body into his lap. “Okay.. how about we make a deal?”

“I’m listening..”

“You tutor me as hard as you like and if I pass— well..” The man dragged on, using a hand to cover the little smirk pulling his lips. You got the gist however, sucking in a small breath as you slowly nodded. You scooted a bit closer, “But that means, you have to get an A.”

Kashimo blinked at your words, eyes snapping back to your face with a bewildered expression. It was your turn to grin, reaching over his shoulder to curl a piece of his hair between your fingers. “I can tutor you as hard as I like, remember? Get an A, and you’ll get a reward. Deal?” You tilted your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Kashimo licked his lips a bit, mimicking your smile. “Deal.”

“Good boy. Now get the hell out of my dorm so I can get some sleep.

Much to surprise, Kashimo’s entire attitude seemed to change over night. He was listening to each piece of material you threw at him, getting a few questions wrong but paying attention otherwise. It made you a little warm inside, and happy he was actually listening. Even if it was just to get in your pants which you— truly didn’t mind. The feeling was mutual after all.

Sunday night the night before the test, you offered him a break which Kashimo refused, stating he’ll be fine to take it in the morning. You got a little worried especially from how early her class was so you offered him to sleep in your dorm. Much to his, and your own surprise.

“Oh, don’t break your part of the deal now..”

“Don’t be gross, like I said— human decency.”

That night was a little awkward, having another person in your room on the floor— especially someone you were pinning for. You desperately tried to sleep the thought away, turning over to lay on your stomach and cuddling your pillow. Which helped, seeing as you drifted moments later, waking up when you heard movement in your room.

“Leaving?”

“Yeah. Class starts in about twenty minutes.” Kashimo called to you in the darkness. You soon felt him near your bed, giving you the opportunity to gently caress his arm. “Good luck on the test.”

“Mhm.” You shivered as his warm hand suddenly brushed your bare shoulder, leaning close to your face. “Get some rest.. you’ll need it.” Your eyes went wide at his words, slowly sitting up to watch him exit your dorm.

Well, now you couldn’t go back to sleep.

You got up shortly after the man left, taking a shower and throwing on some jeans and a shirt while heading to your own classes. Kashimo was pushed to the back of your mind, giving it may take Ms. Wells a day or so to get through grading all the papers. And while you hate to admit it, as much as you wanted to be wrong— he probably still failed. A harsh thought, but it was probably true.

Your classes ended as normal, already back in your dorm by about four in the afternoon. You stripped yourself of your outside clothes, pulling on some random juicy couture shorts and a tank top. You laid across your bed, switching to a random show; flipping between watching and glancing at your phone. You had sent the man a text message around the time his class should have ended and to your dismay, he didn’t answer. Even if he couldn’t get the grade tonight, you wanted to at least gauge how he felt about it.

Pursing your lips, you turned off your phone and pushed it to the corner of your bed, laying your cheek against your pillow. Your eyes remained glued to the television for about several hours, eyes blinking as you wondered whether to turn in for the night or not. That thought left the minute you heard knocking on your door however.

You flipped your phone, glaring at the time which read 9:30 p.m. You grumbled softly in annoyance, rising from your bed and sliding off it. Waltzing over to the door, you opened it to reveal Kashimo Hajime standing in all his glory. A large grin on his face. Your heart dropped to your stomach, watching him raise his hand to showcase the piece of paper he was holding. You silently took it, flipping it around to glance it over and spotting the big fat 100% glaring back at you.

“Oh.”

“Oh..” Kashimo mocked you softly, pushing into the room. He watched with interest as you backed away, eyes remaining on you as he closed and locked the door behind him. He reached over, grabbing your wrist with one hand and your cheeks with the other. “Looks like I get my reward.” The words came out whispered, leaning down and planting his lips on your own. Your eyes shut instantly, his test dropping to the floor as your hands rose to his hair. Your fingers curled in the cyan-colored tresses, moaning softly as his gently bit your bottom lip to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two appendages played and curled with each other, whilst his hands fell to your ass, gripping the warm flesh for a moment before lifting you easily— pushing forward to place you onto the bed.

Kashimo pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “Bet you were thinking of this all day.. waiting for me to come and fuck you.” He spoke on bated breath, hand sliding up your body to gently grab your throat. The man chuckled softly as you shook your head, using his other hand to pull your glasses off your face delicately, turning to place it off to the side. “You’re a shitty liar, [Name].” Hajime pushed you further up on the bed, hovering over your body as he attached his lips back to your own. A hand was pressed beside your head while the other flicked down the top of your loose tank top, exposing your breasts to him.

He trailed his kisses down from your face to your throat and finally breasts, using a hand to squeeze one while his mouth wrapped around the other nipple. You gasped softly as the pleasure swirled within you, head leaning back against the back as your hips rose. Kashimo grinned against your chest, pushing a knee up between your thighs, chuckling at the way you instantly began to grind against it. His teeth gently raked your sensitive skin, sucking and licking the bud raw to hear you shudder and moan. Kashimo pressed his leg up harsher, slowly rolling his knee, feeling your wetness seep through your thin shorts and slowly dampen his pants. The man pulled back, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Oh, you’re already so wet and I’ve barely touched you. Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Hajime.. stop teasin’ me.”

The martial artist hummed to himself, gently pinching the raw bud to watch you gasp. “I’ll do what I want. Better yet, I could leave you here yearning for my touch— possibly get my reward at a later date.” The moment he pulled his leg away you were whining, reaching to grab at his shirt. Hajime grinned down at you, leaning close and allowing his leg to press against your center once again. “Then lay here and take what I give you like a good girl.”

Sucking kisses into your dark mocha skin, your hips as you ground against his muscular leg, feeling him flex the appendage every once in a while. It felt far too good to simply just be dry humping, your head leaning back as your clutched his shirt in your hands. You gasped out as he bit your neck, sucking harshly— the action enough to push you over the edge. A whine escaped you as you came, ruining your panties and shorts completely.

Hajime pulled back with a grin, resting on his hutches and pushing your thighs. “Still can’t believe you got off just from my thigh…” The man teased softly, hooking his fingers on your shorts and panties, dragging them down your body. Before he could do anything else you were pushing your legs together, causing his heated gaze to snap to your face.

“Take your shirt off.” You spoke, watching the man tilt his head with a little grin. He leaned over you once again, caressing your exposed stomach slowly.

“You want it off, take it off yourself.”

You gently bit your lip but obeyed, reaching over and slowly pulling his shirt up and off his body; warmth flooding you as you glanced over his form. He certainly had the build of a martial artist, sculpted but not disgustingly so— just right. Your hand smoothed down his toned stomach, feeling it contract when you got closer to the waistband of his pants. Your breath hitched a little when he grasped your wrist, eyes snapping back to his face.

“Focus up here, sweetheart.” Hajime spoke, releasing your hand to slowly descend down your body. Your eyes widened, watching as pushed your legs wider, revealing the prize between them. You shifted under his gaze, gripping your shirt and yelping the moment he pinched the inside of your thigh. “Quit movin’.” The man spoke, leaning down. He used to fingers to slide your slick folds, pressing a kiss against your swollen clit. The foreign feeling caused you to twitch, hand falling to the bed and gasping the moment you felt his tongue glide across you.

“Hajime..”

“Relax, princess. Just relax for me..” He murmured against you, gently taking your clit into your mouth. He began to suck, throwing a hand across your hips to keep them against the bed. Your legs widened, mouth hung open as soft moans escaped you. You gripped your sheets the moment you felt two fingers slowly push inside you, scissoring and thrusting into your soft entrance.

Your moans grew louder, hands falling to his hair and gripping; looking for leverage. The pleasure took over your senses, eyes pinched close as you struggled against his heavy arm, pushing your pussy into his face more. His tongue was wicked, circling your swollen bud, dragging up and down your slit, lathering you in saliva. Kashimo’s fingers weren’t any better, trusting into you, pushing against your spongy walls and reaching deeper then your own fingers could.

Soft smacks and groans escaped from between your legs, moans now pitching as your toes curled from the pleasure. You panted, walls clenching around his fingers as your peak grew closer and closer. The man seemed to notice, withdrawing his fingers from you and pulling away from your clit. You nearly whined if it wasn’t for his warm, thick appendage driving into you; hand moving to allow his thumb to circle your bud.

“Ha—haji.. Mmm—!” Little tears treated to spill from your eyes, palms hurting from your tightly you were gripping his hair. The martial artist tongue fucked you relentlessly, the pace of his thumb quickening. Moments passed before your back rose up off the bed, making a mess all over his face and under you, arousal trailing down to your taint.

Your body shook, panting heavily as you felt him remove himself from between your legs. Through your hazy vision you watched him lean over your body, warming as his hands cradled your throat and skull; leaning down to plant your lips together. You held onto his arm, eyes closed as your returned the kiss, delving on your taste from his mouth.

“So good, princess.. so good for me.” Kashimo breathed against your lips, planting a few more kisses against your bruised lips, pulling back to glance at you. He grinned to himself, enamored by the display before him. Your edges a mess, braids sprawled out around your head while your chest rose and fall heavily, lips slick with his salvia and your mess; pouted and used. Hajime’s thumb caressed your throat, curling his fingers between the parts of your hair. “You want more, sweet girl?”

The moment you nodded the man’s grin was falling, gently clenching his fingers around your neck. “Words. Use your words.”

Your body went hot, eyes trailing away from his features. “Haji..” Your cunt clenched the minute his hold on your neck tightened just a bit, urging your eyes back to his face. “I asked for words, not my name.” The man leaned down, forehead pressed against your own. “Unless you want me to leave you here, a needy— desperate mess.”

The thought alone had you whining, shaking your head once again to which the man urged you once again. Biting the inside of your cheek, your hands dragged up his back to his shoulders, blinking up at him. “Please Haji.. I need you.” As much as you wanted to kick yourself for such a pathetic display, the thought melted the moment he came close, pressing a kiss to your lips and whispering good girl.

Kashimo released your throat to push his sweats and boxers down, revealing his length to you. It was heavy, a lighter shade then him with a bulbous red tip. You bit the inside of your cheek the moment you realized it ended just below your navel, shivering at the thought it splitting you open.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, pushing them up and open as he crowded in close, lining his dick up with your entrance. Pushing in slowly, the man cooed as you whined— releasing a leg to gently caress your side. “Mm.. relax baby.. that’s it— let me take care of you.” Hajime watched the way your walls clenched him as he sunk in deeper, having half a mind to fuck you into the mattress right then and there. But for once, he decided to be patient.

Soon enough Kashimo was all the way in, shuddering as your clenched— adjusting to his size. The stretch burned of course, eyes pinched closed as you remained still. The pain melted away however, breathing as you moved your hips, eyes opening as the pleasure ran down your spine. The soft moan that escaped you was enough, watching as the man dragged his hips back before pushing back inside— the two of you gasping.

His hands found purchase on your hips, immediately setting a rough and fast pace inside you; drilling you into the bed. Under his mercy you moaned, pretty acrylics digging into his back as your legs shook around his form. With his weight placed behind each thrust you could barely breathe let alone think, pleasure consuming you whole. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull, lost completely— ruined.

Kashimo enjoyed each expression each sound, dedicating to memory. He couldn’t care less if someone else in the dorm heard— even swearing he heard knocks against the wall above them. He wanted them to head; wanted them hear his name fall from your lips so sweetly. The man leaned down, softly mocking your moans with the sickest grin. “Feels good baby? Yeah— wanted this the moment you met me, didn’t you?” The man questioned, grunting the moment he felt your walls clench from his words.

“Haji, Haji— Fuck!” Your words dragged, speech muddled as he continued to fuck you as if he would die without it. He was pushing you wide, cock digging deep inside and brushing against spots you didn’t even know existed— angling his hips just right to hear you squeal from the pleasure.

“I know baby, I know— feels good for Haji too.. fuck..” His eyelids were heavy, thumbs digging into your plump flesh as he fucked you with all his might. The bed rocked from the force, headboard slamming against the wall for a moment before Kashimo reached over; gripping it tightly while continuing to drill into you. The moment you noticed it, you were pushed over the edge; creaming all over his length while a loud cry of his name escaped you. The man grinned down at you, pulling your leg over your shoulder, somehow moving deeper inside you.

“One more princess, fuck—“

You shook your head, clenching him so tightly as the oversensitivity flooded your body. You felt him release your hip to gently grab your throat, coming close once again. “Come on, I know you got it in you, pretty girl— be good for me.” No matter how much your body ached with exhaustion, how your messy cunt clenched and pulsed tiredly around him— you ignored it all, wrapping your hand around his wrist and rising up to kiss him.

Kashimo grinned against you, bruising pace continuing inside you, head brushing against your cervix with each thrust. The pleasure quickly overshadowed the pain, his hand falling from your throat to rub tight, fast circles against your wet, swollen bud. Your stomach clenched, fucked completely dumb to the point his name came out in incoherent babbles and cries.

Moments of this continued before his breathing got heavier, eyebrows pinched close as his thrusts got a little uncoordinated. He gripped the headboard harshly, harsh swears escaping him as he rocked into you. “Fuckkk.. you want me inside baby? Want me to pump you full?”

“Yes, yes! Wa—want it inside, Haji—“

Hajime smiled down at you, leaning close to kiss you once again muttering a soft of course, against your swollen lips. He drove himself deep, hips stilling as he painted your walls white. That was enough for you, walls milking him dry as you came; moaning into his mouth.

His thrusts slowed to slow gyrates, hand raising to your skull against to slowly massage your scalp. The man soon pulled away, your combined pants fanning against the other’s face. Kashimo’s hand fell to your cheek, caressing it gently and smiling at the way you tiredly leaned into it.

“Best tutor ever.” Kashimo teased, chuckling softly at the way you playfully glared at him.

#mani writes ━━ ★ #mechahrt #mdni #jjk x black reader #black!reader #hajime kashimo #hajime kashimo x black!reader #hajime kashimo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #jjk hajime kashimo #modern au #jjk #jjk x black!reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x curvy reader #jjk x poc!reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting a girlfriend

We’re all 15-17 in this, so if this seems petty I get it. I’m a lesbian, I’ve always been more extroverted and I have an introverted friend group. I would play flirt and help them gain confidence (compliment their talent and hobbies, call them beautiful when trying on clothing they were afraid to wear.) it was always my job to make the plans outside of school. This all change when I started dating my gf. My gf wasn’t really out like I was. She was more popular, she’s a cheerleader and no one really knew she was a lesbian. We started talking because we had a gym class together. On week nights we started hanging out and one thing lead to another. We kept the relationship secret for awhile because she didn’t know how she felt about being out and I understood.

During this time period I started hanging out with her and her friends. I divided my lunch with my friend group and hers. I stopped flirting with my friends and they said I was acting different, but I would just say I wanna focus on my romantic love life. My friend group was sure they us 8 were the only lgbtia+ group at our school. I was like there’s probably more people we just don’t know. My group of friends would make fun of my gf to me, and I would ask what has she ever done wrong. They would just tell me “she just seems like she’s up her own ass” I would always say we’re friends and she’s nice. My gf later came out and her parents took it well as did her friends and let everyone know we were dating.

It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. We are out, we post pictures together, and I honestly love hanging out with her and her friends. They make me feel included. I’m no longer the one in charge of making sure we all hang out. I felt like we had all seen each other and take care of each other. They would compliment me first and notice things about me. I felt seen In so many ways. They remembered my fast food orders, my gf and her friends. I know her friend group was considered “normies” but I felt so loved.

Anyway a few weeks ago two of my friends were saying I was abandoning them for “my hot new girlfriend whose probably faking for attention” this set me off because they never gave her a chance. I’d offer to have them all hangout but they would always pull “new people make me nervous”. When I went to lunch I said of course I dedicate time to spending it with my gf, but you guys never meet me half way. I was just accused of wanting to hangout with popular people and leaving them. I asked if anyone in my gf friend group had bullied them had done anything to make them uncomfortable. They asked me if I was blind because one guy always disrupts the class with his loud laughing and dumb comments. Someone else chimed in and said I was being selfish for focusing on the relationship instead of them because we only have each other but my gf has always had it easy making friends.

I just said I was done. If they can’t handle me in a relationship maybe we just need time apart. I told them if they can be normal about me having a gf I’ll reconsider. But now I kinda regret it and I feel like an asshole for leaving my friends for my popular gf

My gf has been very sweet just saying I’m doing what’s best for me and she supports me no matter what. I haven’t told her friends any of this because I don’t wanna say “my friends don’t like you guys” it just spreads unnecessary negativity.

I just feel like an asshole.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[jaegersdevil]

𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙧

Guitarist!Eren x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning).

w/c: 3k

a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig. 

Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies. 

Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.” 

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were. 

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”  

Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car. 

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic. 

“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard. 

You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”

Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.” 

Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.” 

Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide. 

“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased. 

Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled. 

Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.” 

“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’. 

“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. 

Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!” 

Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.” 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine. 

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!” 

You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him. 

“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue. 

You nodded in approval and got out of the car.  “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.” 

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous. 

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha. 

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. Were they starting without Sasha? 

But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around. 

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. 

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze. 

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?” 

Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.

She must’ve passed on the news. 

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one. 

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze. 

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm. 

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine

Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more. 

After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything. 

Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.

“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.” 

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.” 

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?” 

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up."  You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee. 

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to. 

“Eren.” You said, turning to face him. 

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.” 

You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.” 

“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched. 

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.” 

Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him. 

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?” 

You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.” 

Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.” 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.

“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.

His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!” 

Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!” 

Were you in too deep too quick?

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagine #rockstar!eren #guitarist!eren #— ann writes!

[auliisflower]

TAKE ALL THE LOVE

you’ll be safe in my romance, babe

JANIS IMI’IKE X GN!READER

so this isn’t even a request but i fucking love this song (also i’m writing this instead of studying for my exams but its wtvr)

Y/n had never really been interested in getting in to a relationship. Well, not until her.

Janis Imi’ike

Oh god. Y/n could talk about her for days on end. How she would ink little drawings on her hands when she got bored in History class. Or even the little stickers of eyes and random doodles she had in her locker.

She was something else. And Y/n was intrigued, to a point that even their friends had noticed something different about them. Because how could you not notice someone like her? Janis was smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, talented, artsy, did she mention gorgeous?

Y/n wasn’t technically a nobody at school. They were a part of the debate club, the book club, Hell, they were even a class representative in the student council. But the feeling that they couldn’t shake off was why did they feel like Janis was the only one who didn’t know they existed at school?

Y/n was pining, hard. Which is weird because they haven’t even made a move on Janis yet. “This is so stupid” Y/n thought.

Fuck it.

Highschool will eventually end anyway, what’s the harm in trying to hit up your hot crush? Y/n decided that they’ll introduce themselves to Janis tomorrow. A bold moment for them, surprisingly. But you gotta work for what you want, right?

Doomsday had already come too soon, Y/n strutted into school heading straight for homeroom to wait for lunch. Y/n and Janis had only ever shared two classes. History and Art. Well today, unfortunately, they had no classes together. So lunch it is.

As soon as the bell rang students flooded the hallways to go to the cafeteria. “Are we really doing this?” Y/n thought, “Yes, stupid. Don’t be a wuss” they argued with themselves as their hands fiddled with their headphone wires.

The cafeteria was packed with students, as per usual. Y/n heard their name being called over at the designated “model student table” which was a bunch of crappy, rich douchebags who only ever got as far as their daddy’s money would take them.

“Hey, Keira” Y/n greeted the Student Council President. Keira nodded in response, “So I was wondering if you could come over to my house after school today?” She questioned Y/n. “I just need some help with that annoying Calculus assignment Mrs. Norbury gave us.” She continued when Y/n hadn’t uttered a word in response.

“Oh.” Y/n squeaked out. “Sure.” They replied shortly, not wanting to waste anytime on talking with someone who only wanted them for their brains.

“Thanks love!” Keira winked at Y/n who uncomfortably shuffled around on their feet. Y/n nodded back to Keira as to end their conversation.

Do you ever get that feeling where you know someone’s watching you but you can’t pinpoint who? Yeah, that’s what Y/n was feeling as their conversation with Keira Oliver ended.

Y/n glanced around the cafeteria full of hungry teens and their eyes landed on the “Art Freaks Table”

Janis.

Y/n’s eyes locked with her big brown eyes for a second before she hurriedly looked over to Damian who she was sitting with. Janis laughed awkwardly and Damian stared at her weird.

Huh.

Cute.

Y/n walked over to their table and stood infront of Janis. Was she blushing? Or was the room just crowded?

“Hi!” Y/n grinned at her. “Oh, um-“ Janis muttered out. “Janis, right?” Y/n continued, smiling sweetly at the shorter girl. Y/n could hear someone clear their throat and immediately greeted Damian. “And Damian, hello.”

“Hi, Y/n, what brings you to the art freaks? What’s a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?” Janis finally got her act together, putting up a cold façade because there’s no way this perfect of a person would come up to her without malicious intent.

Damian shot Janis a “I like them, don’t be rude” look. Y/n cleared their throat and answered “Nothing much, I just wanted to say I really liked your art piece at the convention last Friday night!” Y/n grinned at her.

“Oh. Well, um, thank you!” Janis blushed at the them. Damn they was even prettier up close. “Well, I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with a piece I was doing for our art class. I know you’re the best in art, so I figured you were the right person to ask” Y/n laughed nervously

“Shit, shit, shit, oh my fucking god” they thought internally.

“Oh that thing where we have to do a portrait of self reflection? I’m totally down!” Janis replied to Y/n, her cheeks reddening at how Y/n’s eyes lit up at the response.

“Oh really? Cool! So, um, I’ll just see you after school? Is that okay?” Y/n asked carefully.

“Absolutely! I’ll see you soon, Y/n” Janis grinned up at them. God they were so cute. Y/n smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks, Janis” carefully brushing their hand lightly against Janis’ on the lunch table.

As they walked away, Janis let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “So you and that hottie, huh?” Damian giggled at her.

“Dude, shut up!” Janis smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

Keep me guessing but don’t keep me waiting for us.

(Hello gays so there will be a part two to this so don’t worry guys!!!! I just have like no motivation rn but I swear I’m trying my best forgive me rn plz)

#mean girls 2024 #janis imi’ike x reader #janis imi'ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #karen shetty #damian hubbard #mean girls musical

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Can I request a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about the reader and Sebastian being childhood friends that have feelings for each other the reader and Sebastian both yearn for affection from each other but they are scared that the other doesn’t like them so they both started avoiding each other in hopes the feelings goes away but every situation and class finds them reuniting again the reader secretly holds Sebastian hands during charms class and Sebastian is just shocked (uhhh you can decide what happens after!! My dumbass really hasn’t thought much about it but I can’t wait to see what you do)

You called? I'm here with a gift!

Here With Me (S.S)

I accidently got carried away with this and turned it into a hurt/comfort, i hope you're ok with that! I didn't really put any spoilers. Also I know you didn't specify like what house the reader was in, so I put them in Slytherin! This is also gender neutral, just so we all know. More to come soon, maybe even withing the next few hours, supply and demand, am I right? Anyway, enjoy! (Part 2, Cardigan)

You had been friends with the Sallow twins for as long as you could remember. You were especially close with Sebastian, whom you spent most of your time together with. You remember walking over to Mr. Sallow’s house one day with a small basket of treats made by your mother, who had asked you to walk them over as a gift. Anxiously, you walked along the dirt path, watching as leaves floated past you in the breeze. It was a nice fall day, the apple tarts were still warm, but you had to get to their house quickly to keep them that way, so you were unable to enjoy the day for too long. As you neared the house, you saw a young girl with brown hair playing in the front, a boy about the same age and with brown hair as well sat under a tree with a book in hand. Squinting, you could make out the drawing of a wand on the cover, and you understood why your mother sent you out to Mr. Sallow’s house. The town was mainly a wizard only area, but every now and then a muggle would move in. Some of the neighbors would play pranks on them to try to drive them out, and your mother did the same thing once before to an elderly couple that came to retire. Scared them near to death.

Mr. Sallow usually lived alone, minding himself as he always did, but he never had kids. You slowed your pace, wondering if you had started to walk toward the wrong house, until the girl looked up at you, shouting toward the house as she ran inside. The boy looked up from his book and looked at you curiously. You froze, caught in the act of walking to the wrong house. Wide-eyed, you slowly walked towards the boy. “Um, hello.” You said, quietly. The boy stood a bit taller than you, and had chocolate brown eyes, ones that matched his hair. He smiled, “Hello there, I’m Sebastian. Who are you?” You fiddled with the basket, “My name is-.” The door to the house opened, Mr. Sallow walking out with the girl behind him. “Ah! Hello there, y/n! It’s nice to see you!” He greeted, walking over, and patting your head. Your face brightened, glad that you hadn’t stumbled upon the wrong house. “Good afternoon, Mr. Sallow! My mother made some apple tarts and asked me to bring some over for you.” You handed the basket to him and he grabbed one, taking a bite. “Your mother is a saint. Why don’t you come inside? You haven’t met my niece and nephew yet, no?” You shook your head.

The inside of the house was cozy as always, maybe a little cramped by boxes, no doubt from the two new kids. He introduced you to Sebastian properly, and to his twin sister Anne. They were the same age as you were, as well as magically gifted. He didn’t go into details, but he told you that the twins would be living with him from now on, and that the three of you should get along well. Anne had reached to grab a tart, eyeing it curiously. Mr. Sallow motioned that she could have one, and she took a bite. Her eyes seemed to glow as she hurriedly bit into it again. Sebastian watched his sister as she ate the tart, bits of apple sticking to her lips. It seemed to convince him they were good, as he grabbed one as well and took a bite. “Merlin’s beard! These really are good.” You shuffled your feet as you watched the two devour half the basket in minutes.

“Do tell your mother we appreciate the gift.” Mr. Sallow said, placing the rest of the treat on a plate and handing the basket back to you. You nodded and started out the door, the twins quickly meeting your side. “So, show us where your house is!” Sebastian said happily. Anne walked on your other side as you nodded, walking back in the direction of your home. They asked many questions for such a short walk. “Have you lived here long?” “What’s it like here?” “Do you have any more of those treats?” You smiled and answered their questions, reaching your house and turning around. “This is where I live.” You said, gesturing to your door. Sebastian nodded, “Got it. We’ll be seeing you soon then!” He said, grabbing Anne’s hand as they walked back to their house.

The next couple of days the twins would be at your door, asking if you wanted to go play with them. You agreed, of course, and found that they were lots of fun to be around.  One night, they had invited you over for a sleepover, and while Anne had fallen asleep ten minutes into the activities you had planned, Sebastian was still wide awake. He grabbed a book from one of the shelves and sat next to you in the blanket fort the three of you had made. You had to carefully set a candle in the middle of the fort, so you were able to see the words. Sebastian would read to you until you fell asleep, then he would extinguish the candle and grab the blanket, snuggling up to you and falling asleep as well.

When winter came, the three of you were always outside. Sebastian had wanted to make an igloo one day, and it took you two whole days to even get halfway done. When it was finally done, you didn’t know what else to do. Any blanket you put in there would get very cold, and maybe even freeze, so you decided to deem it as a landmark, and began building other snow structures around the yard, making a small snow town. Anne had made a snow man and said it was going to be the minister of the town, in which Sebastian had to remind her that the Minister didn’t have time to watch over a small town, and that a mayor would be a better fit.

Another time, you had been playing with Anne’s hair, braiding it, and putting it up in all sorts of different styles. You even began to teach Sebastian how to do hair so he could give Anne any hairstyle she wanted, but since you were already practicing on Anne, he could use your hair. That was a mistake, as minutes later Sebastian had tried to braid a section of your hair, only to fail. He swore that he could fix it, and tried to untangle the strands and try again. It resulted in a huge knot that couldn’t be saved, and your mother ended up having to cut your hair. The next day you showed up, Sebastian apologized while Anne could only giggle at the whole ordeal.

When you turned 11, an owl showed up with a letter attached to its leg. You had been invited to Hogwarts, and you ran over to the Sallow’s place in excitement. The twins also got their letters, and your mother offered to take the three of you out to get the supplies required, along with your very own wand. When you made it to Hogwarts, you fiddled with your fingers, anxious about the sorting ceremony. Sebastian tried to sheer you up, stating , ”We’ll all be in the same house, there’s no way we aren’t.” You nodded as you held onto his arm, watching as Anne was called up and the hat was placed on her head. Wide-eyed, you watched as she was sorted into Slytherin, and she smiled at the two of you as she walked over to her new house. Sebastian was next, and he flashed you a smile as he walked up, hat placed on his head as well. The Sorting Hat mumbled to itself before placing him into Slytherin as well, and you clapped as he walked over to his sister. The names were being called out and you stood there, anxiety growing. When you were finally called up, you walked up, shaking. The hat sat upon your head, asking you questions and seemingly just having a conversation with you. Eventually, the hat came to a decision, and you smiled and trotted over to Sebastian and Anne when the hat yelled Slytherin.

Over breaks, the three of you were able to practice together on your magic, and found ways to do things that you had done when you were younger much easier. Reading when you were supposed to be sleeping had become less of a fire hazard and more of a hand cramp activity, finally able to cast Lumos to use as a light to read with. You had also sent owls to your new friend, Ominis, offering to let him stay for a day or so to hang out. Snowball fights had become more like a warzone as you began to learn charms and hexes, able to make the snowballs throw themselves now.

You were sleeping one night during your break back after you finished your third year, excited to wake up in the morning and hang out with your friends. You had gotten up to get a drink sometime in the early morning, the moon was still up and the birds hadn’t begun to sing yet. There was a strange noise outside as you poured a glass of water, but you didn’t seem to notice. More sounds began to emerge, and you made your way upstairs to your mother’s room to ask her about it. Half asleep, your mother brushed it off as some dogs getting into a fight and told you to head back to bed, so you did. When you woke up, you quickly got dressed and grabbed a basket for the fresh apple pie your mother had just finished baking. She looked tired, maybe worried, you noted, but headed out.

As you neared the house, you noticed a lot more people around than normal. There was even a police officer heading towards Mr. Sallow’s house. You picked up your pace as you weaved around your neighbors and made it to the front door. It was a mess, splinters all over the porch and ground, and the windows were broken. You looked around, not seeing Sebastian or Anne, and tried to get into the house. Mr. Sallow sat in a chair at the kitchen table, muttering to the officer and wringing his hands. You looked into the living room, finding Sebastian and Anne sitting on a couch, a medic kneeling down and looking over Anne. You placed the basket on a corner table and slowly walked over, examining the room. The place was a mess, some chairs were overturned, portraits were thrown off the wall. Sebastian sat there, a blank stare as he watched the medic look over Anne. “What happened here?” You asked, standing in front of Sebastian. He looked up at you and jumped off the couch, enveloping you in a hug. He explained that the house had been raided, and that they had done something to Anne. The medic had been checking Anne over for any signs of injury, yet there were none, which didn’t explain the agony she was in. The medic said that he didn’t know what was wrong, and said there was nothing he could really do about it, and he left. Sebastian stood over Anne, cursing the medic under his breath.

Anne was in too much pain to return to Hogwarts, and you and Sebastian sat with Ominis on the train in silence. The whole year, the three of you tried to find a way to help Anne, but to no avail. Sebastian began to keep to himself around you, and you began to feel inside that something was different.

You walked down the hall to your Herbology class, alone. Sebastian had withdrew himself even more, and would sometimes not even look at you. You felt like you did something wrong, but Ominis had assured you it was not your fault. You didn’t believe him, of course, as you watched Sebastian be himself around everyone but you. Your heart hurt to see it, it felt like you were losing your best friend, yet you were partially glad for it. You had no idea when it began, but you had started to harbor feelings for Sebastian, and you had fought those feelings, telling yourself that you were wrong to have such feelings while still unable to find a cure for Anne. You knew Sebastian wanted nothing more than for Anne to be cured, and you knew he would put everything aside until he reached that goal. Sighing to yourself, you walked through the grass to Professor Garlick’s class, adjusting the strap of your bag and moving your hair away from your face. The breeze was soft and warm, fall hadn’t arrived yet and the summer was still in full. The air wasn’t too hot, but you knew that, when you walked into the greenhouse, you would miss the summer breeze, being replaced with humid air and the smell of plants to fill your senses. You walked in and greeted the professor, taking your usual seat.

Sabastian walked with Ominis, talking about his excitement for charms. He heard that they were going to go over some healing spells, and that it would be a big step in helping Anne. Ominis nodded as he walked beside him, mindful of his surroundings. Sebastian had been searching for a whole year for ways to help his sister, alongside you and Ominis. Sebastian knew that you wanted to help Anne just as much as he did, and his mood dropped a bit. Ominis had mentioned to him about your concerns for him, and Sebastian had felt guilty for avoiding you. While you were his best friend, one he had known for years, he couldn’t help the feelings that had begun to grow, and knew that now wasn’t the time to go after them. He was worried you would reject him, telling him that being best friends was enough, or even asking that they no longer be friends. He was also worried that you might scold him for trying to pursue a relationship when he should have been looking for a way to help his sister. Either way, he didn’t see a happy ending if he confessed, and the only way to keep his feelings at bay, he thought, was to avoid you in hopes that they would go away. He was brought out of his thoughts as he neared the greenhouse, and his heart began to beat at a faster pace. All his attempts to lose those feelings he had for you would be broken down each time he walked into class, as he had to take his seat next to you each day. There was a moment where he would be more than glad to have all his classes with you, but when he was trying to get over you? It was torture. He sighed as he walked in and took his seat next to you.

When the time came for Charms, Sebastian had forgotten the whole “Avoid your best friend” mindset and walked happily with you and Ominis, talking about what he was expecting from the class. You smiled as he talked, heart doing backflips every time he looked over to you with that smile. You became excited as well, hopeful that you would find something to help. As you took your seats, you and Sebastian grabbed your books out quickly, turning to the chapter you would be going over. So far, the spells you were reading about were only ones that could heal wounds like broken bones, split lips, etc. Nothing that Anne was experiencing. You had begun to lose hope, until the professor turned the page. “Reprifors is a spell often used to heal other ailments, like those that had been caused by magic itself.” Your eyes widened as you read the page, looking over to Sebastian, who had seemed to freeze. Without even thinking, you grabbed his hand under the desk, your eyes bright as you gave him a wide smile. Sebastian stared at you, still frozen. His mind was going faster than a Hippogriff in flight. This could be what he was looking for, a way to save his sister. If the spell worked, not only would he have his sister back, but maybe even his best friend. He would be able to finally share his feelings with you and you could accept them. He didn’t even realize that you were holding his hand until you gave it a squeeze, and he finally looked down. He felt his cheeks flush, and when you followed his gaze, your face heated up as well. You quickly let go, clearing your throat and returning to your book.

The two of you began to get close again after that, meeting up and practicing the spell, trying to perfect it. “This is it. This spell is clearly what we’re looking for!” You said happily, trying the spell once again. You didn’t really have a way to know if the spell was working at first, so you and Sebastian took turns taking a jinx or hex to the face, and then trying the spell. You had both done it right three times in a row, and had deemed that you were ready. All you had to do now was wait for a chance to make it home.

As you trudged through the snow toward the village, you conversed excitedly with Sebastian. “We’re finally going to do it! Isn’t it exciting?” You asked, taking Sebastian’s hand, walking faster. Sebastian could only nod in response as he felt his cheeks flush once again from you grabbing his hand. You had been extra affectionate to him since the two of you learned the spell. Sebastian even began to think you started to share the feelings he had for you, but part of him kept telling him it was because you were happy to help Anne. On the other hand, you had begun to let go of hiding your feelings, believing that once Anne was okay you would be able to tell Sebastian your feelings, and you slowly began to warm up to the idea.

The cold breeze made your nose cold, and brought back memories of when you were kids, a smile growing on your face. “Come on!” You shouted, beginning to run. The snow crunched under your feet as you dragged Sebastian behind you. Desperate to catch up, Sebastian moved faster, slipping on a patch of ice you somehow managed to dodge. He fell, and you took the moment to turn and laugh. Suddenly, a wave of cold contacts your face, and you wipe away the snow. Sebastian laughed this time, readying another snowball.  You run behind a tree and start to make your own snowballs, launching them in Sebastian’s direction, not caring if they hit or not. A snowball hits you in face, even from behind the tree, no doubt from Sebastian. “That’s cheating!” You shouted as you watched him enchant the snowballs he made. He only shrugged and laughed as they flew towards you, with no sign of stopping. Shrieking, you drop to your knees, covering your face. The snowballs pelted you, and you counted about ten of them. Looking up, you could see Sebastian start making more snowballs, and you took the chance to jump him. You ran after him, jumping a little as you grabbed him, pinning him to the ground. You took his wand and stuffed it into your pocket, smiling in triumph.

Sebastian looked up at you, cheeks red from the cold and closeness. He studies your features, memorizing how your face had droplets of melting snow, and how you breathed heavily after the small battle you just had. He felt as if he was back home, playing in the snow with you a year after meeting you. You had done the same thing, pinning him to the ground, not letting him go until he surrendered, which he always refused to do. If he took too long, you would even grab snow and threaten to smother him, but you weren’t doing that this time. Instead, you sat there, trying to catch your breath. Sebastian watched as you shivered, your nose had gotten extremely red, and took the opportunity to try the move he did when you were kids. Quickly, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down on top of him, wrapping his arms around you and locking you in. Usually, this would end in his rolling over, pinning you to the ground, but instead, he kept you there, sharing the warmth his body was kicking out. He sighs and nuzzles into your shoulder, muttering, “Thank You.” You smiled and raised an eyebrow; one he couldn’t see. “For what?” “For everything.”

You followed behind Sebastian as he stormed out of the house, cursing to himself. You had made it to Anne and told her that you had a spell that would help her. Yet, after trying the spell over five times, she didn’t feel different. Anne was still in pain. Sebastian was distraught, watching his hopes come crashing down into the ground. You ran after him, now, trying to find a reason as to why it didn’t work. He makes it to the tree, where he sat when you first walked to his house, basket in hand. He drops into the snow, throwing his wand in anger. You slowed your pace and watched intently to see what he would do next. His shoulders shook once, and he sniffled. You made your way to stand in front of him, looking down to see his face wet with tears, brows furrowed in anger and annoyance. He looked up at you, his brown eyes seemingly darker than what you’re used to. “Nothing is working how I want it.” He heaved, “Anne is still sick. She’s still in pain.” You knelt down, placing your hand on his shoulder. He continued, “The spell didn’t work, my plan didn’t work.” Your gaze softened, watching as more tears slid down his cheeks. “My plans never work.”

You pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his back. He buried his face into your shoulder, muttering. “And I tried to stay away from you, and here you are. You’re being the caring person that’s been by my side.” You listened, your own tears beginning to pool in your eyes. “I thought, if I stayed away from you, my feelings would go away. At least until we helped Anne.” Your grip tightened around him, your tears finally falling as you realized that you had been doing the same thing. You had been protecting each other from your own feelings. More tears spilled from your eyes as you tried to convey your own feelings back, unsure if you would be able to talk. “And my feelings didn’t go away. And you’re still here, even after all this.” You nodded, moving your head from his shoulder and pressing it against his own. “Thank you.” You hummed in response. “Thank you for being here with me.”

#sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #slytherin reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #harry potter imagine #hogwarts au #hogwarts legacy #fluff #hurt/comfort #slight angst #sebastian sallow fluff #anne sallow #ominis gaunt #Solomon Sallow #hogwarts legacy imagine #harry potter #friends to lovers

[sourholland]

teardrops on my guitar || jack hughes

making the bold choice of writing a fic for every song on debut by taylor swift, i’ll do it sporadically and for different people as well!! once i finish debut, we will see if i’m feeling fearless tv ☺️ ambitious, believe me I KNOW. anyways send requests

this is dedicated to @folklorelvr333 —tomg is her fave song on debut and jack is her fave guy (appreciate this bc i had to learn jack hughes LORE for this)

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Jack had moved to Michigan during his last years of high school to further his career in hockey and to try to secure his spot as a draft pick. When he started playing for the U.S. NTDP, he attended Plymouth-Canton Educational Park when he wasn’t on the rink. There, he met you.

Jack hadn’t ever claimed to be good with girls, not really. He liked you, though. He liked you a lot. He remembered being paired up with you in lab during his first week. He thought he’d made his interest incredibly obvious. That was, if his pink cheeks and clammy hands weren’t a telltale sign of his trying to flirt with you. Mistakenly, he’d realized he’d done just about the exact opposite. He’d made himself out to be a best friend to you, a shoulder to lean on.

It wasn’t like the NTPD staff had really given him the choice of having a girlfriend, they’d actually discouraged it more than anything. He was on an extremely strict schedule, right down to the time he should be in bed every night.

“So you’ve pretty much got it all laid out for you then?” You’d asked him at lunch one day, sitting across from each other and picking at your food.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” He laughed, confused.

“I just mean—I don’t know, you’re seventeen years old, Jack. You’re always here or at the rink. I get it and everything, like you’re going to go pro and stuff. I just wonder sometimes if you ever do anything for you, you know?”

Jack’s lips formed a thin line, inhaling deeply as he thought about your words. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand where you were coming from, it was just all he’d ever really known. His parents had him on the ice before he was two years old. He’s eat, slept, and breathed hockey his entire life.

“I do all this for me,” he finally said. “I want this.”

“Come on,” you huffed, teasingly. “You’re telling me you never think about going out and partying? Or like, I don’t know, having a girlfriend?”

His face flushed almost instantaneously, trying to avert his gaze to anything but you. Of course he though about having a girlfriend. He thought about it every time you’d call him after practice to talk about homework. He thought about it each morning when he pulled up in front of your house and you climbed into his passenger seat, laying your hands on his forearm to tell him whatever girl drama you’d found out the night before.

“No, I guess I don’t really think about it much.”

“Bullshit,” you chided. “If that’s true, do you think you have erectile dysfunction or something? Like a hormonal imbalance?”

“What the fuck?” He laughed, nearly spitting out his Gatorade. “No, I definitely don’t have—”

“You’re blushing!” You cut him off, smiling ear-to-ear.

Jack cherished your time together in school; he rarely had a free moment outside of classes that he wasn’t playing hockey. He always felt horrible declining your offers to hang out, but he genuinely couldn’t find a free moment.

A part of him feels this is to blame for your relationship never progressing further. He thought you’d maybe felt something more than platonic feelings for him at one point, but who wants some guy who is too cool for any school functions and can’t see you on weekends because of practice or tournaments. Although, he’d never been honest with you about his feelings either.

It was only a matter of time before you moved forward with your life, leaving him to wonder what could’ve been.

Jack wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting every time you’d bring a new guy up, what might’ve taken the cake was when you’d brought one to a hockey game of his. It was like one of those movie moments, Jack thought at practice the next day. He’d seen you in the stands, face lighting up, only to notice the guy beside you with his arm around you.

He wanted to hate the kid, too. Only then did he realize how jealous he truly was. He was heartbroken over a girl he’d never even dated. How was that even possible, Jack would wonder as he stared up at the ceiling in bed.

He could’ve told you, could’ve been honest about how he felt about you. Who knows what would’ve happened, but at least you’d have known. It was too late, he saw how happy you were and had to match your expression with fake smiles and words of encouragement laced with frustration and envy.

Jack tried not to hate himself for how he’d let the situation play out, but he truly couldn’t.

You’d fall in love, and he’d watch. And there was nothing he could do about it.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x yn #jack hughes fanfiction #jack #hughes #elle’s fics

[deathbecomesthem]

Boiler Room | +18 ONLY - MDNI

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Blurb - This is a My So-Called Life AU

My So-Called Hawkins Masterlist

My entire life has become divided into kissing…. and not kissing. Every moment of my day I’m striving to get back to a place where I can have my lips on his. Why does anyone do anything other than kissing? 

I’ve been meeting Eddie in the boiler room during study hall. I don’t actually know which class it is that he's skipping during that time, and I don’t think I want to know. If it’s Spanish or Algebra, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. He’s got a solid C in both of those classes. If it’s Physics, though… I can’t be responsible for contributing to his 59% average. It’s infuriating, he’s so close to passing. If he could just make it to the labs, he’d have no problem. He’s so smart, I really don’t understand how he’s failing any of his classes.

Whatever, that’s so far out of my scope of responsibility. I’m this girl he’s decided to make out with when no one’s looking. Any fantasy I’ve had about us holding hands in the hallways or going to Homecoming together died 3 days ago when he made me hide in the boiler room when Gareth came down to find him. Eddie put his finger to his lips and kept his eyes on me when Gareth asked who he was hiding down there. He said, “no one,” and kept looking at me. I think he wanted to see what my reaction would be, so I didn't give him one. I just kept looking at him, and I kissed the tip of his finger. I swear, I could see smoke coming out of his ears.

So, I’m no one. And I think that’s ok or whatever. I don’t know. I’m not happy to be that person, but it doesn’t even matter as soon as I’m with him. Kissing him erases everything else. His hands on my back feel like fire. And the way he looks at me? He kisses me, he touches my cheek with the back of his knuckles and really looks at me. God. I think I’d let him do anything to me at this point, and I’m not even scared of it. 

I told Robin about it all. I think she’s mad or something. I can’t really tell, but I know she’s not happy. She told me how stupid it makes me look to let a guy like Eddie use me. She doesn’t get it. I feel like I’m using him. We actually got into a fight about it. I haven’t talked to her since Monday. I’m not mad anymore, just frustrated. She doesn’t get it. I know she worries about me, she’s my best friend. I want her to be honest with me when she thinks I’m fucking up. I kind of wonder if she’s jealous? She hasn’t talked about being interested in anyone for a long time, but maybe she’s lonely? She deserves to be happy, like I am. 

Well. What does happy really mean, anyway? All I know is that, when I’m kissing him, I feel things I didn’t know could be real. I won’t think about what Robin said, because even if she’s right, it doesn’t change this right now. Even if he gets bored and he ends up making out with Kelly Johnson next month, right now he sets my skin on fire. That seems important. Maybe if I kiss him the right way, it can last forever.

#eddie munson fanfic #mscl au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Everybody Hurts

Chapter 5

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 09/27

Word Count: 5.8K

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You had not had time for a full shower with the two girls waiting on you so you’d simply freshened up a bit. You washed your hands and face, reapplied your deodorant, added some blush and mascara, brushed out your hair, and changed clothes. Your favorite gray cardigan covered your arms over an olive green ribbed tank. Bending forward, you cuffed up the bottom of your jeans and then pulled on your Converse before bouncing back down the steps and onto the porch where Robin and Nancy sat waiting, just like they said they would.

“Damn, that was fast,” Robin commented, looking you over. “You clean up nice Prom Queen.”

“Ugh, not you too,” you grumbled, grabbing your purse and keys from the hook by the door, locking the door behind you and following the two girls to Nancy’s car. “You know, I am not a fan of that nickname. I have not been  a Prom Queen in almost thirteen years and believe it or not, that is not some great accomplishment in my life. I only got it because I was dating the most popular guy in school.”

“Sorry, it’s just so weird for me,” Robin explained, sliding into the passenger seat as you hopped into the back. “A girl like me hanging out with a former Prom Queen goes against the most basic laws of nature. I was different and one of the most awkward people ever. We never would have been friends in high school.”

“That’s not true,” you argued as Nancy turned the corner and pulled up in front of her house. She hadn’t been kidding. They were right around the corner. You would be able to walk home and not have to bother anyone for a ride. You really needed to look into a car this week so you wouldn’t need to bum rides off your new friends as you shopped for supplies to get your house together. “I wasn’t a mean girl and it’s all just stupid titles anyway. What does any of that matter in the scheme of things? Being Prom Queen never did me any good in life. Look at me. Thirty, divorced, starting over in a whole new town in a whole new job. All that high school bullshit and status doesn’t actually mean anything in the long run.”

“Maybe not now,” Robin sang, stepping out and closing the car door behind her with a dramatic flourish, “but it mattered a hell of a lot then. I was a band geek. Steve Harrington was definitely not my friend in high school. We didn’t become friends until after he graduated. There was no way we would have been friends then. Hell, he didn’t even know who I was. When we got taken by…Scoops Ahoy. I mean, when they hired us for a job, I asked him about a class we had together and he could not remember me even being in that class.”

“But you’re friends with Nancy and, come on,” you huffed, gesturing to her, Robin’s little slip not lost on you. Taken by? Who referred to getting hired as being taken by a place of employment? “You can’t tell me you weren’t one of the popular crowd.”

“Me?” Nancy snorted, shaking her head. “Not even close. I was kind of a nerd myself. I was on the school paper and the debate team. I was very studious. I didn’t really party. That’s why it was so shocking when the King of Hawkins High actually wanted to date me. And Robin and I didn’t become friends until she started working with Steve. She was two years behind him in school and a year behind me. I didn’t even know who she was, honestly.”

Robin shrugged, “It’s true. Oh, I knew who she was, though. Everyone knew who Nancy Wheeler was once Steve Harrington pulled her into his little crowd of the rich and the popular. She became famous by association.”

“Shut up,” Nancy huffed, rolling her eyes as she pushed open the front door. 

“Steve’s rich?” you asked, not caring but not having gotten that vibe off him at all. And who became a cop in a small town if they had money already? You’d never had the impression that cops made much more money than teachers, and you knew what you made and it wasn’t exactly impressive. 

“Why Prom Queen? You looking for a sugar daddy? I’d offer but fixing cars ain’t paying much. I couldn’t keep you in the lap of luxury you’re obviously so used to.”

Your annoyance was instant and intense at the sound of that voice and the words that it uttered. You’d been having such a nice Sunday and now you were forced to be in his presence. Why hadn’t you figured he would be here? Nancy had said Jonathan’s friends were coming over and of course it included him. You stood there, rigid, trying to shake off the unwanted anger and frustration at him merely having the nerve to exist, to breathe the same air as you, sitting on that loveseat, smugly smiling, his eyes focused on you and dancing with amusement as he lifted a beer bottle to his lips. 

“Oh, really? That’s too bad. With that glowing personality and unrivaled charisma, I was so hoping for an offer from you,” you sneered sarcastically. “Honestly, I’d rather throw myself off a damn cliff. Shattering every bone in my body sounds far more pleasant.”

“Damn,” Jonathan muttered with a chuckle, “breaking her bones over going out with you? That’s harsh. I mean, ouch. What the hell did you do to her when you drove her home last night?”

“Not a goddamn thing. Whatever. Like I’d even be interested in Little Miss Perfect over there. She wishes,” Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes and sinking back into the cushions, one arm casually draped over the arm of the couch, silver rings catching the lamplight. “Would someone like to tell me why she’s even here?”

Your eyes slipped closed for a moment, a soft inhale pulled through your nose in an attempt to calm down. It wouldn’t do you any good with your new friends if you punched him in the face. He might be a jerk but he was their friend and you were pretty certain clocking him, whether he deserved it or not, would get you a lifetime ban from the others. Your fist clenched and unclenched at your side, attempting to relieve the tense energy that arose at his acting like you were an unwanted intruder once again. 

“Because last I checked this is my house and I invited her,” Nancy shot back at him, hands on her hips. “If you don’t like who I invite over, you are welcome to leave. You know where the door is.”

“So that’s how it is?” Eddie challenged, pressing his lips together with a slow nod. “You’d throw me out, the guy you’ve been friends with for years, the guy you’ve bled with, the guy who almost d…” He stopped himself, glaring over at you as if you’d been the reason he’d said something he obviously wished he hadn’t. “You’d do that to keep some girl you just met last night here?”

Bled with? Almost died? Your ears perked up. This group kept dropping little snippets, pieces of info that would slip through the cracks, particularly when one of them was emotional. Did this all have to do with the mall fire or was this about the supposed raccoons again? You’d been wondering if the raccoons had come into contact with those toxic chemicals that Nancy’s friend had. Could that be why they attacked him?

You vibrated with the need for answers but you sure as hell weren’t going to ask Eddie for them. And you definitely weren't asking anybody else with him sitting right there. He’d probably just call you nosy, tell you it was none of your business because you didn’t even belong here. And really, he’d be right, wouldn’t he? It wasn’t any of your business what had happened years ago before you’d even met any of them but you could not seem to quell her curiosity.

“Nobody is throwing anybody anyway,” Nancy sighed, looking so like a mom in that moment that you had to bite back a laugh. “Stop being dramatic. I didn’t tell you to leave. I said if you did not like the current company, then you are welcome to leave if you wanted to. No one is keeping you here. I am more than happy to have everyone stay but if you’re staying, then you’re going to be nice and stop being such a dick to my friend.”

Steve, who had been fairly silent through this whole exchange, rose up from his spot on the floor, “Besides, you two are actually arguing over nothing because, to answer your question, I’m not even rich. My parents are the ones who are rich.”

“Oh, I really wasn’t trying to say anything about your money situation,” you clarified quickly, embarrassed. Did they all think that? That you would suddenly be interested in him if he had money? Because nothing could be further from the truth. “I really don’t…I mean it doesn’t…” You stammered, your cheeks heating up. 

“Uh-oh Harrington, you’ve made our Prom Queen blush,” Eddie guffawed. “You might have a shot but I wouldn’t bother. I highly doubt you’ll meet her standards anymore. You’re not the big man on campus you used to be even with your gun and badge. Once she realizes how little money you actually make, she’ll be looking for someone better. Hey, is your dad still fucking anything in a skirt?”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. Seriously? Why do you have to be such a dick?” huffed Steve, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I’m doing nothing but stating the obvious, man,” Eddie stated. “It’s common knowledge about your dad. I didn’t say anything we all don’t already know. And I mean, look at her. She ain’t looking at either of us. That would be climbing down into the gutter and Ms. Priss over there is far too good to roll in the muck with us blue collars. Maybe at one time you would have struck her fancy Stevie, but you’re a small town cop with an itty bitty paycheck now. Prom Queen needs more than that to be happy. Trust me. I guarantee you her ex made big money and now that she’s lost access to his bank account she needs a new man to take care of her and buy her all those pretty things she’s so used to having. She’s just like all those college girls that walked into Scoops Ahoy, took one look at you in your little sailor outfit, and decided you weren’t good enough.”

“You know what, fuck you!” you yelled, having enough. He wanted to push your buttons and see if he could make you blow. Fine. Mission successful. “You’re such a miserable bastard. You hate me and you don’t even know me. You just assumed the worst about me from the moment you saw me for whatever reason and I am done putting up with your shit.” You glanced over at Nancy. “Thank you for the invite and thank you so much for all your help today but I…I’m just going to go home. I’ll talk to you…whenever.”

“No. Come on. You don’t have to leave because of him,” Nancy insisted. “We can head out back and leave these guys.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I have work tomorrow and I should just go home. I have lesson plans that I still need to finish and I should try to get some sleep anyway. I didn’t sleep well last night and there’s nothing worse than trying to keep a bunch of eight year olds in line when you’re cranky and tired,” you muttered. “I’ll call you sometime later this week, okay?”

“Roller skating Thursday!” Robin yelled out as you stormed out the door, giving her no acknowledgement besides a single wave. 

You had no intention of going roller skating or calling Nancy. You’d been overjoyed to find a group of people that you might be able to call friends, a group of people you could spend time with. But you couldn’t deal with him. And being friends with them meant you would have to. The easiest thing to do would be to just walk away from all of them. There was no way you could get along with that asshole and he was never going to let up. 

It made no sense. How could someone who didn’t even know you hate you so much? What made him think that you were so awful? Was it your hair? Your clothes? No, you didn’t dress like some metalhead but neither did any of his friends. Could that really be his problem? Maybe it was just you. Did you have some kind of off-putting energy you weren't even aware of? You didn’t even know why you cared that much and the fact that you cared that much only made you even more infuriated, your skin humming with anger. 

And what was with all his assumptions about you? What about you screamed that you were some stuck up bitch who would marry a guy for how much cash he had in his pocket? Yeah, Cam had come from a well-off family and he’d made good money as a real estate agent but that had not been why you’d married him. You’d married him because you thought you loved him, you’d thought he loved you, you’d thought you were going to live happily ever after. 

“Hey, Prom Queen!” came a voice from behind you and you groaned, picking up your pace, desperate to get away from him. “Hey! Son of a bitch! Wait up woman!” 

Boots thudded loudly along the sidewalk as he began to jog behind you. You considered breaking into a run but realized that would only make you look insane, giving him even more ammunition to lob at you. He wasn’t the bogeyman. You weren't scared of him. You were just sick and tired of his shitty attitude and all his snide comments. You continued walking, listening with dread as the boots drew ever closer, just wanting to make it to your house where you could close the door on him, keeping him and all his vitriol out. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie gasped as he slowed up next to you. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“Yeah, I did. I just have zero interest in listening to you,” you snapped, continuing to walk in the direction of your house, hoping he would get the point and turn around and leave you the hell alone. 

Why had he even bothered to follow you? He clearly hadn’t wanted you there and you’d given him what he wanted. Now he could hang out with his friends in peace, not having to worry about the new face that he couldn’t stand the sight of.

“Look, I’ll stop saying shit, okay? I’ll shut up completely if you want me to. I won’t even talk to you at all. Just come back to the house with me. Jonathan just ordered the pizza. The girls are breaking out a bottle of wine. They really want you there.”

And there it was. The girls wanted you there. The girls had probably gone off on him for being such a dick. That was why he was chasing you down the sidewalk like a dog with its tail between its legs. He hadn’t wanted to come after you. He wasn’t really sorry for anything that he’d said. They’d forced him to.

“Oh yeah? Did they tell you off for being a jerk? Is that why you’re suddenly chasing me down the street? Because they told you to fix it?” you demanded, disappointment curdling within you at knowing this, knowing he hadn’t been the one to want to stop you.

“Yeah, there may have been some yelling after you walked out,” Eddie chuckled stiffly, his hand coming to the nape of his neck, rubbing. “Everyone’s a little pissed off at me. I believe the words asshole and dick may have been thrown around by a couple people but they’ll get over it. They always do. None of them can actually stay mad at me. So, what do you say? Just come back and hang with us.”

“No,” you stated simply, your hands gripping your cardigan and pulling it tighter, attempting to protect yourself from more than just the chill of the night air. 

His hand came around your bicep, gentle but firm, pulling you to a stop and Eddie stepped in front of you. Your eyes looked down at his hand and then up at his face, glaring at him for having the nerve to touch you. He released you, hands held in front of him as if he were assuring you he wasn’t dangerous, that he wouldn’t hurt you. You wanted to laugh but it really wasn’t all that funny. Yeah, you definitely worried about Eddie causing you pain but it wasn’t the physical kind. 

Those plush lips curved up in the corners, a soft smile gracing his face that felt like a punch to your diaphragm, all of your air supply gone in an instant. You couldn’t make sense of the emotions washing over you. It was like the world had turned completely upside-down and you were thrown into a whirlwind of feeling, both drawn to him and anxious to distance yourself from him. You felt like you were going to be torn in half, the two warring parts of yourself, one resistant, one wanting him. None of it made any sense. 

“Look…” He paused, teeth clenched, the muscle in his jaw twitching, letting you know that what he was about to say was a real struggle for him. “I’ve been a jerk to you and you’re right. I don’t even know you. It was a real dick move. I just…” One large hand ran over his face as he groaned. “I don’t have an excuse, okay? But you didn’t deserve it and I will stop. Will you please just come back to the house?”

You folded your arms, braced your feet in an attempt to keep yourself steady before you absolutely plunged into the pools that were his brown eyes, so soft and sincere at the moment, as warm as that cup of coffee you’d been gazing into this morning. You didn’t know what this was and you didn’t know if he was being as sincere as his face was making him out to be. He could simply be really good at acting. 

But you also still had that tingly little inkling again that something more was going on here, something deep, something dark, that united them all somehow. Something traumatic that you could catch in the shadows that crossed over their eyes, the way their brows furrowed, the way they chewed on their lips or pressed them into a hard line. Something was haunting these people, something bad from the past, and while you knew it was none of your business, you couldn’t help but be curious. Who wouldn’t be? What could be so big that it could involve so many people and affect them so deeply for so long? You had a burning desire to find out. It was your own mystery novel coming to life. It was too tempting to ignore.

“Fine. I will come back to the house,” you finally said, adding, “but I still don’t like you.”

Eddie laughed, the sound causing you to jump because it was a genuine laugh, a deep laugh that rumbled up from his belly. It was a laugh of amusement rather than smugness. It was warm and pleasant and you hated how much you enjoyed it, how much you wished to make him do it over and over again because it may have been the most pleasant sound that your ears had ever heard.

“No worries there, Prom Queen. I still don’t like you either but I will let up, okay?”

You realized in that moment how much you wanted this, wanted this group of friends, wanted to belong in this town. You needed it, your fresh start. So as much as you didn’t believe Eddie in the slightest, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut for long. As much as you knew there was something about you he didn’t like, that he was only being barely nice right now because his friends forced him to, you followed him back to Nancy and Jonathan’s house, the two of you walking in silence, thankful it was a short walk, too short to get awkward. 

“She’s back!” Steve cheered as you walked in, throwing his arms up in the air before striding over to you, his arm coming around your shoulders. “Eddie said he’d bring you back but I was expecting him to come back alone with a black eye or something.”

“Don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind,” you muttered, annoyed to find how pleased you were when your comment caused that laugh to rise up from Eddie again, a delicious rumbling sound that caressed your skin, flooded your belly with warmth. You caught his eyes, your insides going all mushy at the way they crinkled in the corners, a real smile on his face, changing his entire demeanor, allowing you to see the guy that Millie had described this morning.

“Pizza should be here any minute,” Jonathan told you as he walked out of the kitchen with paper plates and napkins, Nancy following him with cups and a two liter of Coke. 

As if on cue, the front door swung open so hard that it banged into the wall. “The pies have arrived brochachos!” came a loud voice a few moments later, Argyle standing with three pizza boxes balanced on one hand, the other on his hip, giving him the appearance of a superhero. 

“You deliver your own pizzas?” you asked, amused.

“Nah, not usually. Only for very special customers, you know?” He winked and dropped the boxes onto the dining room table. Placing them out, he lifted up the lid of each box, proudly displaying his work. “And this one is just for you, new girl. Have you ever experienced the pleasure of some juicy pineapple on your pie?”

“I have not but I have had multiple people already tell me how delicious it is,” you replied. “Millie at the bakery told me you insisted she try it and she really liked it.”

“Oh! Mills! I love that sweet old lady. Green peppers, mushrooms, and sausage every week for her and Roy. The amount of cookies I’ve eaten from that place. Nothing beats a sweet treat from Mills when you’re riding that high and the munchies hit, you know?”

You giggled, “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

As everyone began to sit down, you took a seat in between Robin and Nancy. Eddie dropped down across from you. He immediately reached out for a piece of pizza, not even bothering with a plate, and you found yourself absolutely entranced by his hands, his fingers, the nails cut down short, those big, gaudy rings. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he lifted the slice to his mouth, those full lips wrapped around the end, biting with his teeth, a string of cheese hanging from the side of his lip that you just wanted to use her tongue to... 

“Sam?”

You jumped, turning to find Nancy looking at you, a knowing and highly amused smile on her lips as she glanced from Eddie and then back to you. You felt that heat flush your cheeks once again, realizing you had been busted checking him out. Shit. You seriously needed to get this crush in check. What in the hell was wrong with you? He was just a guy, a guy who’d been nothing but harsh and rude to you. Why couldn’t you stop looking at him, fantasizing about him?

“Sorry. Daydreaming, I guess. I told you, I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night,” you replied, trying to play it off, knowing your attempt was awful and probably not at all believable. “What did you say?”

Nancy laughed lightly, those burgundy painted lips pursing with amusement, “You mentioned that you went to the Hawkins Library yesterday to get some books. I asked what books you got? What do you enjoy reading?”

“Oh, well I got a new Stephen King and ‘Along Came a Spider.’”

“Into the creeptastic, huh?” Eddie mused, taking a long drink of his Coke as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. “Wouldn’t have seen that coming. I would have taken you for more of a romance novel kind of girl.” He paused at the look you gave him, setting down his cup and holding up a hand. “Not a dig. Just an observation.”

“An observation based on how I look?” you challenged, your eyes narrowing at him. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself. “Because a girl who was a good student, a Prom Queen, and dated a jock couldn’t possibly be into horror or thriller? Haven’t you learned by now not to judge a book by its cover because I am guessing that’s happened to you a lot with the whole metalhead, stoner theme you have going on.”

“What’s wrong with being a stoner?” Argyle whispered to Jonathan who just shrugged in response.

“Damn, she’s got you pegged, Munson,” Steve snorted. “Eddie was pretty much the freak weirdo all through high school because of how he looked. People were terrified of the scary guy who wore a battle vest and long hair. People still give him a pretty wide berth after he was…well, even though high school is over.”

“Thanks Harrington for that happy reminder,” Eddie hissed, teeth clenched tightly, muscle in his jaw ticking. You watched as he closed his eyes, rolled his neck. When they opened again, he looked much calmer. “Alright, that’s fair, I guess. Maybe I shouldn’t assume things just because of how you look. So, what else do you like to read then?”

“I read a bit of everything, actually,” you answered, pleasantly surprised at his sudden turn around. It was definitely a step in the right direction that he was asking questions about you, trying to get to know you, instead of assuming he already did. “I do enjoy a good romance novel on occasion but I’m kind of picky about them. I don’t like anything too corny or cheesy. I am much more into horror, thriller, and fantasy.”

“Fantasy, huh?” asked Eddie, one eyebrow lifting with interest. “What’s your favorite fantasy book?”

“Well, as a kid I loved the Narnia books. I also really love the Game of Thrones series. The Princess Bride is one of my favorites books and movies of all time. But I think my absolute favorite would have to be The Lord of the Rings series. I keep copies of them on my bookshelf because I go back and reread them all the time and escape back to Middle Earth when I need a break from reality. Which has been quite a lot lately. I actually just finished a re-read last month.”

Eddie’s head snapped back so hard, you were surprised to find it was still attached to his neck. He looked shocked but you didn’t know why. The Lord of the Rings was a very popular book series, clearly, given its popularity years after it had originally been written. It had been published multiple times since it first came out in the fifties. His eyes showed a spark of unexpected joy, his usual moody demeanor morphing into something that resembled him feeling excited. He opened his mouth to say something but Steve beat him to it. 

“Oh, the Princess Bride!” he exclaimed. “I love that movie!” He brandished a plastic fork in his hand like a sword. “I am Inigo Montoya…you killed my father…prepare to die…”

You laughed at his very sweet but absolutely horrible impression of Mandy Patinkin. You had to give him points for trying. Eddie’s fist clenched on top of the table, his eyes completely focused on his plate now, jaw tense once again. You waited for him to share whatever he was going to say before Steve interrupted him but he remained silent. His eyes dulled, that lively expression that had been there just a moment before fading away, as if he were shutting down, turning off all the switches, closing the door to any opportunity for further conversation. 

“Mawwage,” Robin called out loudly, spreading her arms wide to her congregation, “mawwage is what bwings us togeva today.”

“Have fun storming the castle!” Argyle exclaimed loudly.

You all rolled into a fit of giggles as you called out some of your favorite lines from the movie, everyone except Eddie. He rose from his seat, gathering everyone’s empty plates and made his way into the kitchen. Your eyes tracked him, fighting back the desire to follow him, to find out what had changed to make him surly again so quickly. But no, you were the last one who should be going to see what was wrong with him. He’d probably just snap something nasty your way anyway and you’d had more than enough of his hostility for one day.

“We should watch it!” Nancy yelled with a clap, jumping up from her chair. “We have the DVD.” She glanced over at you. “What do you say? I know it’s a school night but you’re right around the corner. It wouldn’t be too late.”

You shrugged, finding it hard to deny her, especially when you were so glad to be a part of this group, “Sure.”

You were going to regret this when you got home and had two hours of lesson planning still to do. This was what you got for putting it off until the last minute. But it just felt so damn good to be surrounded by people who wanted you around, to be anywhere but sitting in your silent home alone, that you decided a late night would be a small price to pay.

You all made your way into the living room while Jonathan grabbed the DVD and put it in. You noticed, and then cursed yourself for noticing, that Eddie was still gone. What was taking him so long and what in the hell had switched off his good mood so quickly? With him it felt like going from a warm day on the beach, the sun heating your skin to suddenly being in a frigid, desolate hellscape of ice and snow that made your very bones shake. How could someone shift so fast?

You took a spot on the couch and Steve sat down next to you, in the middle, Robin on his other side. Nancy and Jonathan curled up together on the loveseat as Argyle dropped down onto the floor. 

“I love this movie. I haven’t watched it in years,” Steve grinned at you, his arm coming to rest on the couch behind you. Not touching, just hovering but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

Damn. You really hoped Steve was not attempting to pursue something. That was not a conversation you wanted to have. It wouldn’t do much for a budding friendship if you shot down one of them. But as sweet and adorable as Steve was, you just weren't ready. To be fair, you weren't ready to date anyone. You were just getting out of a failed marriage, recovering from heartbreak and the worst betrayal of your life. You weren't interested in any guy right now.

Just as the previews started playing, Eddie reappeared as if calling you out for the blatant lies you were telling yourself, reminding you that one guy was quite interesting. His eyes scanned the room, a flicker of anger flashing over his face as he looked right at you. Jesus. What in the hell had you possibly done now? You hadn’t even been near him. How had you offended him again?

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” he announced to the room.

“What?” protested Steve. “Come on, man. Stay. We’re watching The Princess Bride.”

“My Dude!” Argyle exclaimed. “No. Come on. Watch the movie with us.”

“I’m good. I got an early morning and I need to get some sleep,” he told them and then his eyes bored into hers, dark, vexed. “Enjoy your movie.”

Eddie grabbed his jacket off the back of the dining room chair, a cigarette already in his lips as he went out the front door, leaving you to wonder what had happened in that short exchange about books to make him pissed at you again. Sighing softly, you sunk down into the couch, telling yourself that you were going to enjoy the movie and not let him ruin your night.

“Why does he hate me so much?” you asked softly, despising the dejected tone you could hear in your own voice.

“He hates everything these days,” Jonathan assured her. “Don’t let it get to you. He’ll come around. He’s just moody.”

“How do you all stand it?” you demanded, needing to understand how this group of people was friends with someone so miserable. “How do you hang out with him when he’s so grouchy all the time?”

“He’s not grouchy all the time,” Steve defended.

Argyle grinned, “Trust me, my dude is not grouchy at all when I get him the good stuff.”

Nancy’s eyes rolled in annoyance, “Yeah, because that’s what he needs. More shit to numb all his emotions. Just use drugs instead of actually dealing with your trauma. That’s healthy.”

“What trauma?” you pushed, hoping someone would finally tell you what in the hell was going on here. 

“It’s not really our place to share,” Robin said gently, shrugging. “I’m sorry but he’s our friend too and I don’t want to break his trust. Too many people in his life have already done that to him. I know he can be really unpleasant but he does have his reasons. He doesn’t know you yet and so he’s struggling. He hasn’t exactly been given a lot of reasons to trust people in the past, especially people he doesn’t know but he’ll come around.”

“He really will,” Nancy assured you and then lifted one shoulder. “And even if he doesn’t, the rest of us want you around.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

Steve’s arm came around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder comfortingly, “Yeah. Don’t worry about him. We’re all very happy you’re here.”

You sighed, knowing this should be enough. It should be enough that this amazing group of people wanted you around but it really wasn’t. It bothered you more than you cared to admit that Eddie seemed to have a deep hatred for you. 

Chapter 6

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Derailed [Hotch x Reader]

Photo from @pennyspearl

Prompt: Characters are sat together on a long train ride. A one shot in which the reader unexpectedly spends an hour on a train with Agent Aaron Hotchner. 

Category: Fluff 

Content Warning: Brief mention of murder / death

Word Count: 3.2K 

A/N: This is another @imagining-in-the-margins prompt for her September/October Challenge! Let me say that I have never been to Boston University, so if my writing is off on that, please forgive me. Trains were part of the prompt, and if you don’t know, we don’t have a lot of those in Texas. Also, Hotch might be a little out of character here, but it was fun to write him like this. Honestly, unless it’s a novel, I find it hard to get his deeper feelings right. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this. Please like it if you liked it, and feel free to send me a request for a Hotch fic if you want. 

P.S. y/n uses she/her pronouns 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name

l/n = your last name 

_y/f/a_ = your favorite album

_rm’s/n_ = roommate’s name 

_f/c_ = favorite color

_y/m_ = your major 

_y/min_ = your minor 

_s/p_ significant person (friend, parent, guardian, sibling, teacher etc.) 

_h/t_ = home town

_m’s/d_ = major’s department

The passengers on the train started to chatter as this announcement came over the PA, “Good afternoon passengers on the green line. The conductor wants to inform you that there’s been a train derailment at the Boylston intersection. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured, but this might mean we are delayed for some time. I will continue to keep you updated as we have more information. In the beginning, there was a sense of camaraderie with people looking up the news and sharing photos of the train that had derailed. However, as the minutes stretched to a half-hour people started getting angry. Businessmen checked their watches and phones every two minutes. Mothers with kids tried to keep their children calm, and a group of students sitting in the corner of the car were elated that they would be missing a freshman-level psychology class. The car was more crowded than usual, or at least more full than y/n had expected it to be on a Wednesday afternoon at 2:30 PM. y/n had to admit that she didn’t normally ride the train at this time, so her assumptions could be totally off. Anyway, she was stuck standing in the isle of the car holding one of those hangers that helped shorter people like her stay steady as the train moved. At the beginning she didn’t mind waiting while she listened to _y/f/a, but now the fact that she was standing and her left foot was in an ankle brace. Her foot was actually starting to hurt her. She wished she had Advil in her backpack, but she knew she didn’t. The bottle of ibuprofen was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. y/n shifted more of her weight to her right leg. Another ten minutes passed and she was getting nervous that she was going to miss the whole guest lecture she had been looking forward to for over a month. 

y/n was pulled out of this train of thought when her phone rang. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw the name of her roommate _rm’s/n_ on the screen. Normally she would cancel the call and just wait till she was outside, but half of the businessmen were on their phones talking to secretaries or business partners and she needed a distraction from her foot, so she answered the call. “Hey, what’s up, _rm’s/n?_” Her roommate replied, “Hey, y/n I totally overslept and the dry cleaner that has my suit is going to close before I can make it there. It’s only two blocks away from campus. Could you pick it up and put it in your office or something and bring it back when you come back? I really need it for my presentation tomorrow.” y/n sighed, she should’ve seen something like this coming. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Sorry, _rm’s/n_, I can’t. A train derailed down the line and I’m stuck here. It’s been forty minutes now and at this rate, I’m going to miss half of that lecture I’ve been going on about for weeks now.” Her roommate put on a syrupy voice saying, “Pleeeeese, y/n. I’ll owe you big time.” y/n was now getting annoyed and said, “No _rm’s/n_, I’m not picking up your suit for you. Take an Uber and get it tonight or wake up an hour earlier tomorrow and get it yourself. I’ve been looking forward to today for a long time and even if I only get to see the last ten minutes of this lecture, nothing is going to stop me from doing that.” y/n’s roommate knew the battle was lost but asked anyway, “Who is this guy that you’re so excited to hear lecture for two hours anyway. I’ve certainly never heard of him.” y/n rolled her eyes, This was proof that _rm’s/n_ never listened to her when she was talking in the apartment. In a slightly clipped tone, she replied, “His name is Agent Hotchner, and he’s the Unit Chief of the Behavior Analysis Unit out of Quantico. He’s giving a lecture on Criminal psychopathy and the split mind theory. He’s kind of a hero of mine. I’ve been telling you about this for weeks now _rm’s/n_.” There was a hesitant chuckle on the other end of the line and _rm’s/n_  replied, “Sorry y/n, you know I’ve been busy these last few weeks with my research and this presentation coming up. Listen, when you get home I’ll have a pizza and a bottle of wine waiting. Maybe we can catch up a bit, and I hope the train thing gets fixed with enough time for you to make it to that lecture.” At hearing this, y/n let some of her frustrations go. Sure _rm’s/n_ could be inconsiderate, but there wasn’t a point in fighting right now, so she said, “That sounds nice. See you in a few hours.” With that she hung up the phone and looked out of the still window, knowing that right now the lecture hall was filling with anticipatory students while she was stuck here on a train car. 

Aaron was sitting down on the train. When he heard the announcement he knew he was screwed in getting to the Boston University campus on time for his speaking engagement. He emailed the event coordinator in the psychology department who had arranged this speaking engagement, writing: “Jonathan. Sorry to tell you this, but I may be a few minutes to an hour late to the university. I was going to take the rental, but the tire sprung a leak and it was getting late already, so I thought I would just take the train. Clearly, that was a mistake because it’s been delayed due to a derailment. I’ll keep you updated. Whenever the train does make it to a station I’ll hop out and get a cab, which I should have done from the start. Sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Sincerely, SSA Aaron Hotchner F.B.I. Unit Chief Behavioral Analysis Unit, Quantico Virginia.” With that, he sent the email and waited for a response. While he waited he pulled out his speaking notes and began reviewing them. He pulled out a pen making notes in the margins for his cadence and pauses. As confident as he was in the material he was covering, whenever he spoke to a large group of people who weren’t N.A.T. trainees, his nerves picked up. Therefore reviewing his presentation, he hoped would calm him. The minutes ticked by and Jonathan emailed him back saying that they would push back the lecture until he arrived and that he and the department understood that this wasn’t his fault. A few minutes later the person standing in front of him took a phone call. He relegated the conversation to white noise as his attention turned back to the pages in his lap. However, when his name was mentioned his attention flicked back to the person standing in front of him. The person was turned away from him slightly so he couldn’t see their face. They had a _f/c_ backpack on. She was wearing something formal and Aaron couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing an ankle brace and was highly favoring her other foot. After another minute the woman hung up and let out a sigh that was so quiet that he almost didn’t catch it. 

Aaron put his papers away in his notebook and stood tapping the woman on the shoulder. _y/n_ turned to see who had tapped her shoulder and looked up for a moment. When her eyes met Aaron’s and recognized him they went wide for a second. After a moment of stunned silence y/n said, “Mr. Hotchner?” Aaron smiled and said, “Present.” There was another moment of silence and he continued the conversation saying, “Sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I’m glad to hear that at least someone is excited for the talk that I’m supposed to be giving right now.” After recovering from the shock of being in the same space as Agent Hotchner, y/n replied, “People have been talking about your lecture since the guest lecturers' names were announced at the beginning of the semester. I can’t believe you’re stuck in here too.” Aaron chuckled and said, “Yes, well I wasn’t anticipating such a long delay, or any delay.” Aaron extended his hand and said, “Sorry, I don’t know your name, and clearly you know who I am.” y/n took his hand and shook it, saying, “y/n l/n, Sir.” Aaron nodded and replied, “It’s nice to meet you y/n, and please just call me Aaron.” He was about to say something but the train lurched forward momentarily and y/n grabbed for the railing, her face set in a grimace for a second as she placed her weight on her injured foot. The train stopped again after a few seconds and Aaron said, “y/n, would you like to take my seat? I noticed that maybe standing for long periods might not be a great idea for you.” y/n flushed looking down at the ever-annoying boot on her foot. She tried to seem fine, not really wanting to seem weak in front of someone she had been inspired by for years. However, her leg was hurting her and Aaron had offered, so she begrudgingly switched places with the Hotch. Their arms brushed arms during the transfer. y/n felt a flutter run through her arm as their skin made contact. She sat down and set her backpack on the ground between her legs. She tried not to look at Aaron. The man was commanding, just standing in front of her. His tall height only added to the power she felt from her. Unlike her, who had been grabbing the extended handles for support, he easily rested his forearms on the metal bar running parallel along the train car. y/n was trying to find a place to look that wasn’t directly at Hotch. 

She looked back up at him when he called her name. “Sorry, what was that?” y/n internally berated herself for not noticing that he had addressed her. Hotch smiled with a humorous look in his eyes as if he knew he had this effect on people if he wanted to. Hotch repeated his question saying, “Do you go the the Boston U? What do you study.” y/n looked up to Hotch and replied, “Oh. Yes. I do. I’m studying _y/m_ with a minor in _y/min_ because I can never make up my mind on what I want to do with my life. I’d like to think that I’m giving myself options, but really as a grad student, I’m just putting myself in debt.” y/n let out a nervous laugh at the absurdity of talking so casually to Aaron Hotchner. They shared a bit too casual banter as the train finally started moving again. The train stopped at Arlington station and the attendant stated over the PA, “Well folks, unless you want a long wait I’d recommend you get off here and find some alternative transportation to your final destination. Our sincerest apologies for the long delay. We hope you have a good rest of your evening. There was a sigh of relief from those on the train when the doors opened. Aaron offered y/n a hand up. They made it up to the street and as Aaron flagged down a cab, y/n tried to think of a way to get the few blocks to campus. It was rush hour and she didn’t have the money for an Uber, or a cab. By this time Aaron had hailed a cab. He looked around to see if y/n was still around. He figured he might offer them a ride in the cab, after all the university would be paying for it. He called y/n over saying, “Do you want to ride with me to campus. We’re both going to the same place, right?” y/n walked the short distance to him and asked, “You’re sure?” Hotch nodded and replied, “Of course.” He let her get in first and he told the cab where to drop them off. Hotch took a moment to email Jonathan to let him know that he was on his way pulled his notes back out and looked at them once more to steady his growing nerves. y/n checked her emails and answered a few from her students, as the cab zipped toward Boston University. Her attention was diverted to Aaron. He was silently tapping his foot, causing his leg to minutely move up and down in his dark blue pants. After a few moments, Aaron felt her eyes on him and he stopped tapping his foot. He looked over to y/n but she turned her face just quickly enough for him to not catch her staring. This did not, however, stop him from observing the blush that bloomed from her cheeks. Thankfully the ride was short and they both got out. y/n led him to the main auditorium where he was speaking. It was the largest on campus. When they approached the entrance, Aaron was met by Jonathan who quickly stepped forward and shook Aaron’s hand saying, “We’ve got a pretty big crowd still, so please forgive me if I seem to be rushing you. Let’’s get you inside and mic'd up. Jonathan kind of hustled Aaron toward a side door, but before he was swept out of sight, y/n said, “Thanks for the ride. Good luck.” Hotch nodded and said, as he was being led forward, “No problem. See you inside.” 

The inside of the auditorium was still almost filled to capacity. It was a stroke of luck that y/n found a seat in the T-zone with good visibility of the stage. Just as she sat down and began pulling out her notebook, the lights dimmed slightly as Jonathan stepped onto the and introduced Aaron. The lecture was detailed and held the attention of the audience the whole hour that Hotch spoke. He fielded a few questions after the talk and then said, “Due to the fact that I was an hour late to this lecture, my apologies for that by the way, I’m going to cut off the Q and A here. However, if you have questions or would like to speak to me, I’ll be at the front of the stage for a few minutes. Thank you everyone for coming.” There was a loud round of applause as people in the audience got up and moved to the aisles and exits. y/n got into the line to speak to Aaron. It was about twenty minutes until she reached him. When he saw her, he flashed a smile and said, “Hey, y/n. So, how was it?” y/n laughed slightly and said, “It was incredible. It really was.” Hotch nodded and thought back to the two hours ago when they were on the train and she had first brought him up. He asked, “When we were on the train you said I was ‘a hero of yours.' Might I ask why? I’m rarely given that status if I’m being honest.” y/n looked down to the wooden floor. She guessed that what she had said to her roommate might come up again and even though she had meant it, it was still a painful thing to think about. Now that she was standing in front of the man himself it felt trivial really. Aaron tilted his head and realized from y/n’s demeanor, that he might have touched on a sensitive topic. He shifted his weight slightly and said in a softer voice, “y/n, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” y/n cleared her throat and looked back up to Aaron’s sympathetic gaze. She nodded but said, “It’s fine. I’ve, um, actually met you before. It was a long time ago when Gideon was the Unit Chief. My _s/p_ was murdered in front of me and the team came out to my _h/t_. I was interviewed and everything, but you, you stopped and asked if I was okay. I’ve never forgotten that. In the hype of everything that was happening, I was just a teenager, but you saw me.” y/n’s eyes tried to blink back the tears that had formed in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Aaron bit the inside of his mouth as he looked over the young woman in front of him. He racked his brain for his past early cases, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place her anywhere. He gently placed his hand on her arm and as she looked up at him, he said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t remember you. Thank you for telling me that.” y/n sniffled for a moment and replied, “I look a lot different from back then. I’m just glad that I got to tell you in person. You’ve helped a lot of people, not by just bringing criminals to justice, but by seeing people on the sidelines.” 

Aaron was touched by what _y/n_ had said. Not that any of the others who had come before to tell him that he mattered, or that his work wasn’t important didn’t matter. But to have someone remember when he was green to the force. Before he was Unit Chief meant something to him. There was still a line behind y/n and he knew that Jonathan and some of the psychology and criminology professors were taking him out to dinner after this, but he didn’t want to let y/n go just yet. His hand was still on her arm and he realized it had been there a bit too long. He removed it and said, “I have some things to attend to for an hour and a half or so, but would you like to get a drink later tonight. As long as it’s not distressing or painful for you, I’d like to remember you from that case.” y/n’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she stated, “That, that sounds lovely. I’d be happy to join you.” Aaron nodded and pulled out the generic business card he carried with him at all times. He flipped it over and wrote his cell number on the back. He handed the card to y/n and said, “Shoot me a text with your name and I’ll let you know when I” 'm free to meet. I look forward to it.” y/n flushed again. It seemed to be a theme of the evening as she said, “Okay. See you later.” 

y/n almost floated to her office in the _m’s/d_. In her office, she pulled out some grading she needed to do and sent her number to Hotch. A few minutes later he liked it to let her know that he he got her text. It seemed impossible that this was happening to her. In fact, the whole day seemed like a dream. However long it was before Aaron let her know that he was open to getting a drink, passed quickly and she thought that perhaps the man she had dreamed about for so many years wasn’t such a dream after all. Maybe he was just as great as she had imagined.

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Perfect To Love Part 15

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,453

Part 14 ←→ Part 16

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Sunday Beth’s family had left for New York and she hadn’t received anymore contact from Steve or Robin. In their defense she was somewhere in another state and she hadn’t given them a number they could call like she planned on. She wanted the space anyway, she was still heartbroken, and a week back with family at her favorite place on earth was enough of a distraction as any. Yet Thanksgiving break was over before she knew it and she was back in Hawkins filled with people who had all hurt her. She knew her parents wouldn’t let another missed day of school fly so when Monday rolled around she had no choice.

Beth knew what would happen. The whispers, stares, and disgusted looks would come back because they probably found out her and Steve were never actually together. The harassment would start and Colin would thrive in it. All while she did her best to avoid Robin who was in so many of her classes. She wished she never got comfortable in the first place because now she’d have to spend the rest of her senior year as the girl who got fooled by the popular guy twice. What an idiot she was for thinking she ever had a chance.

“Hey Beth!” Beth’s ears perked up, a confused look on her face as Chrissy Cunningham flashed a smile and wave her way.

“Hey Chrissy” she muttered back and before she knew it many people had started their hellos, asking how her break was, and Beth realized not a single one of them knew she was played by Steve. Hell they probably thought they were still together.

“Hey, you’re back” Beth flinched as she heard the familiar voice behind her locker. Slowly she shut it close just to look at Robin who gave her a sheepish smile.

“Yeah” Beth finally muttered, eyes glancing down the hall to her classroom.

“We missed you, we had no way to call” Robin started to say but Beth just shook her head, trying her best not to look at the sad look on her friends face.

“Kind of the point” Beth muttered and Robin sighed, her head dropping down. She didn’t mean for this to happen, she just wanted to do something nice for her.

“Beth please, I’m really trying here” she whispered and Beth just sighed, unsure what to say to the one person she trusted more than anyone.

“Robin I just can’t, you guys really hurt me” Beth told her, the bell ringing filling the hallway. She just wanted to go to her first period study hall and be left alone.

“What do you want me to do Beth, I’m trying to fix this” Robin pleaded and Beth sighed, clutching her books to her chest.

“There’s nothing you can do, nothing to change the fact that you thought so little of me that I needed Steve to fake date me so I could have a life” Beth sneered, anger bubbling up inside her chest. She had never been mean before but maybe now she should be, after all it was her best defense against all of the kids who bullied her.

“That’s not what happened” Robin shook her head, ready to cry again over losing her friend.

“I’m gonna be late” Beth ignored her, stomping off down the hall so she could sit and read her book like she had intended on doing. She didn’t feel the need to fight with them any more. She didn’t have the energy.

“Hey where were you Friday?” Nancy asked once Beth was sat in the desk beside hers. Ever since Nancy had been helping her out they opted for sitting near each other in classes.

“I um, I wasn’t feeling well” but Nancy could see it on her face, the heart break and the turmoil and she knew all signs pointed at Steve.

“What did he do?” she quietly asked and Beth felt her heart ache over the fact Nancy got to know her well enough she could tell. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before all the kids in school could tell too.

“He was only spending time with me because Robin asked him to so people would stop harassing me” Beth whispered and Nancy sucked in a sharp breath as the tears burned behind Beth’s eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t know”

“I swear Beth, I had no clue. I’m so sorry” Nancy said, a hand reaching out to squeeze her own and Beth sucked in a shuddered breath. Avoiding tears at any cost.

“It’s okay, I should’ve seen it coming” and Nancy wanted to tell her that wasn’t true, that their intentions couldn’t of been that bad. Yet the Steve she had met all those years ago could’ve easily done something like this. She had hoped he had changed but maybe he never did. When at the same time she had helped when Robin asked and didn’t that make her apart of the problem too?

After first period Robin made sure to leave Beth alone for the rest of the day, even brushing off Vickie when she asked about it in band practice. She spent most of the day racking her brain on how to make it up to her. Yet she kept coming up short. Even if you explained it Robin still asked Steve to hangout with Beth to make her life easier. That was the only part of the story she couldn’t change. That broke her heart but not as much as it did when she had to hold Steve back from running to her in the parking lot. They both had a shift at Family Video, it was normal for him to pick her up before, and seeing the tears form in his eyes over seeing Beth for the first time in over a week was heart breaking.

“I already tried, you won’t get anywhere” Robin told him and Steve sighed, no longer fighting against her grip as they watched the Escort weave out of the parking lot.

“I miss her so much Robin” Steve whispered and Robin felt the tears prick her eyes again. She was the big screw up here, she put Beth in a position of feeling used and Steve in the position of having his heart broken all over again. Two of her favorite people and she had hurt them both. She knew she had to come up with a plan and fast.

That was how she ended up outside Beth’s house after her shift was up. Telling Steve she wanted to walk home to clear her head. She stared at the spot Steve had used to climb up to Beth’s window, it entirely daunting and threatening her with injury but Robin was willing to make that sacrifice. So she shook the nerves out of her hands and did her best attempt at swinging her leg onto the rail like Steve did. She knew it was wobbly, her moves careful and nervous as she steadied herself on the beam and grabbed at the edge of the canopy. She wasn’t nearly as strong as Steve but her determination caused her to use everything she had to pull her body weight up. Just as she got her waist to catch on the edge of the canopy her hand slid against a shingle, slicing it open and stinging in pain. She quickly hissed, fighting harder to ease herself up as the shingles scraped against her now open wound. Once fully sat upon the canopy she assessed her injury, a three inch long slash, bright red blonde seeping quickly out of it. On instinct she closed her hand tightly and leaned forward to knock on Beth’s window.

When the curtains flung open an angry look was on Beth’s face, probably expecting to see Steve but her face instantly softened as she realized it was Robin before becoming firm again. Robin patiently waited as she unlocked the window and slid it up, allowing the cool winter air in. “You’re the last person who should be attempting roof climbing”

“You’re not wrong” Robin told her, ignoring the pain as she offered her injured hand out to her. Beth instantly went into protective mode, no longer caring about her feelings towards the girl as she ushered her inside.

“Oh my God Robin, please all of you start using doors again” Beth rushed out, moving her towards her bedroom door and tugging her into the bathroom across the hall. Beth locked the door as Robin plopped onto the toilet lid.

“We had to improvise, you wouldn’t even open them to talk to us” Robin said as they now sat alone in the bathroom, the vanilla candle burning on the counter, the whole thing melted from his long it had been burning. Allie kept candles everywhere and Robin realized quickly how much she missed being here.

“What was so important you decided to become a gymnast for the evening?” Beth ignored the comment, pulling a first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet and turning the sink on to wash out her wound.

“An apology actually” Robin said as Beth carefully put her hand under the stream of water, washing away the blood and making Robin wince in the process.

“I don’t want in apology” Beth muttered, turning off the sink as she grabbed some peroxide to pour on the wound. Robin outwardly whimpered as the medicine hit her cut, it instantly bubbling as it killed any possible infection.

“You deserve one though” Robin said as Beth started to blow on the wound, cooling it down and easing the pain from the peroxide. When she didn’t speak Robin figured it was best to just start talking.

“I’m so sorry I put you in this position. I never asked Steve to fake date you, in fact I never even planned on asking him anything. We were just at work one day and I was so angry because of how the kids were treating you in school. I was talking about Colin and as I looked at Steve saying all this I remembered how he used to act like Colin and before I could even think it through I was suggesting he spend time with you so Colin would lay off” Robin spoke quickly, barely breathing because she didn’t want to be interrupted. Beth showed no emotion as she squeezed some Neosporin on the wound and began to wrap it up. Robin waited a beat, waited to see if she said anything, and when she didn’t she began to panic and talk even more.

“That’s why I invited you to movie night and Steve liked you, just like the rest of the kids did. Who by the way had no idea I had asked Steve anything. After that nothing was planned, Steve really did fall for you and I’m not just here to apologize but I’m here to defend him” this brought Beth’s attention to her as she finally tied off the bandage on her hand.

“He’s a big boy, he doesn’t need to be defended. He made his own choices” Beth said, hands on her hips as Robin cradled her injured hand to her stomach.

“You defend your friends Beth and even though you’re my best friend he is too. Nancy breaking up with him crushed him. It changed him, made him better, but still broke him entirely. Since I’ve met him he has tried to date again, tried to give it a second chance, but nothing stuck. That was until you” Beth sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting this response from Robin. Robin realized her words were working so she kept going.

“Look Steve may not have seen you in school, bumped into you at a party, saw you walking down the street, and asked you out. I get that, but once you showed up he did see you, and he really did fall for you. So that’s why I’m here Beth because as much as I owe you an apology I also have a duty as a best friend to make sure his heart doesn’t get broken again” Robin said, almost panting from how hard and quickly she was defending herself and all of them.

“I want to believe that Robin, and that’s not to say you’re lying. I’ve just never been in the position to break somebody’s heart and I never thought I would be, especially Steve Harringtons heart” Beth told her, tears forming in her eyes because she wanted to believe every word Robin was saying, to feel like she was the girl who deserved that kind of love. Yet how do you erase years worth of self doubt that made it so she could never believe someone could love her as much as she loved them?

“I know Beth, so take your time but I can’t take being shut out by you anymore. I love you Beth and if I have to spend the rest of my senior year without being your friend then it isn’t worth it” Robin earnestly told her, tears pouring down her cheeks and Beth hiccuped at sight. She had never had a friend close enough to tell her they love her.

“I love you too Robin, it was killing me not getting to see you” Beth told her, her own tears spilling over as she lunged to hug the girl. Both of them sat there, embracing as they allowed the tears to stop.

“Can I stay?” Robin asked once they pulled apart and Beth chuckled before nodding, wiping the backs of her hands against her cheeks.

“Absolutely, I have to tell you all about New York anyway” Beth told her and Robin stood with a smile as they went towards the door. “I should probably tell my parents you’re here”

“Can we leave out the part of me injuring myself while climbing the roof?” Robin asked and Beth laughed, eyes red from her tears. Tears she was now done crying.

“Unlikely, Alan would probably think he was losing it if you come downstairs with me and he doesn’t remember you going up them” Beth told her and Robin laughed as well, thinking of giving the tough man an existential crisis over her sudden appearance.

“Fine but if he starts making jokes I’m out of here” Robin said and Beth just laughed, walking towards the stairs.

“You know better than anyone that he’s going to make jokes about it” Beth told her and Robin groaned as the began to go down the steps. She was ready to be teased though, she had missed Alan and Allie as much as she missed Beth.

“They’re called stairs Robin, look it up!”

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Friendship shirt

Jolyne Kujoh x female reader smut 18+

Synopsis - After realizing how you and Jolyne consider yourselves enemies your teacher works on the friendship shirt. A piece of fabric that has you both getting along a lot faster then expected.

Warnings - inexperienced Jolyne, experienced reader, cursing, squirting, dirty talk, praise, cum eating

For the RETROL8VE!COLLAB by @satorhime

“Hopefully this will solve the problem.” Your dance instructor smiled at her the creation of the shirt. “Now go have fun girls.” She pushed you out of her studio.

“Oh my god,” Jolyne groaned. “It won’t be that bad let’s just Veg out,” you suggested. “Where though I’ve been everywhere in this crappy town 20 times over.”

“How about the mall Jojo?” Already been yesterday and don’t call me that.” Everyone else calls you that why can’t I,” you questioned. “Because your not my home girl.”

“We’ll fine then you asshole,” you whispered. “I’m literally attached to you I heard that!” O I forgot about that fact,” you chuckled. Jolyne and you were close together since your teacher had put you in her newest invention the “Friendship Shirt.” A huge shirt with 4 arm holes. It was designed to make you besties by the end of the night. “Let’s just go to my house my parents are gone.”

“Fine,” she agreed. You walked in one detection while she walked in another causing the shirt to tear in half. “Shit Miss is gonna spazz on us,” Jojo panicked. “We just got this too,” you winced.

Your teacher told you both if the shirt was ripped in any way that both of you would be in huge trouble and suspended from your teams for a week. That even included Jolyne with her weightlifting class.

“It’s okay I have a sewing machine at home.” Now let’s pick this up and go,” you directed. You walked the short distance to the bus stop. After taking the bus to your gated community you checked in the front desk.

“Ah Miss L/n and you brought a friend,” the clerk smiled. “While she’s not really my friend but sure,” you told the toll worker. You took a golf cart up to your mansion. “Your house Is awesome Y/n! Do you have a pool?”

“One on the inside one on the outside.” Inside too?” Your parents must be loaded!” Nope, we just got lucky.” Maybe if you cared to learn about me then you would know that they hit the lotto back in “82.”

“You just reminded me to play my numbers.” Afterward, you walked up your long driveway past the bush cut to look like a duck. You didn’t say anything to the way Jojo’s eye lit up when she saw it.

The time to tease her would come later. “Silvia, you called to your maid. “Can you make some snacks for me and my guest here?” Sure Miss L/n,” she agreed.

“Damn you have the whole set a maid and a chauffeur.” You should come over more often maybe we could study together,” you suggested. “And we could take a dip in the pool.”

“Won’t that look suspicious though Y/n.” We are direct competition,” she reminded you. “And besides I have a bunch of shows coming up so I’ll be busy for awhile.”

How could you forget Miss Jolyne the queen of hip hop shows. “Let’s go up to my room and talk about this.” You showed her into you room. “This is the size of our apartment,” she wooed.

“It’s even bigger then the old one we used to have,” you informed her. “We came a long way.” You smiled looking at your assets. “Anyways you can’t just put our dance studio on the back burner Jojo.”

“I sure as hell can.” I got where I am today only because of hip hop.” Dancing didn’t give me shit.” That’s because it takes years to get gigs Jolyne!”

“And I didn’t have money to wait years.” Sorry but I do what I can for me and my mom need to survive.” You know my dad is chessy.”

“Yeah I’m sorry I didn’t take that into consideration.” Well hey years of work really payed off for you.” I mean look your body is amazing.” You saw muscle even through her covered arms.

“Wanna see something cool,” she asked. “Sure.” She began to take off her shirt. “Look I got a tatto.” A colorful butterfly was on her arm. “How pretty.” You felt the inked area.

“I have another it’s in a strange area though.” I still wanna see this work is so awesome.” Just know I told you so.” She took off her bra throwing it somewhere in the corner. She put her arms on her sides leaning back on her hands.

“Um, why are your tits out,” you blushed. “I told you so!” The tat is underneath my boobs you gotta lift them up.” Oh Um wow,” you gulped. “Come on don’t be shy I'm not even used to pretty girls like you touching them.”

“Girls? I didn’t know you where gay Jojo!” My mom always told me you were since you never wore skirts but I saw you sucking that boy off so I didn’t believe it.”

“Oh shit you saw that,” she gasped. “Yup do a better job at locking the door.” My poor innocent eyes where scarred after that,” you frowned. “It couldn’t have been that bad girl take a chill pill.”

“Before that, I never saw anything sexual.” After I got curious and started stealing a lot of magazine. Playboy was my favorite of all those bunnies.” You practically drooled at those memories.” What?! Y/n L/n stealing that doesn’t even sound accurate?

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Like the fact that I already touched tits before.” But I’ve never seen any as perfect as yours.” Since she worked out they were perky and firm. And two big pink areola’s that looked so suckable.

“Hello?” She snapped her fingers getting your attention. “Did you forget about the tattoo?” I mean it is pretty narley maybe you want to see it,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah,” you recollected. You carefully cupped her breast then moved them up so you could see her tattoo. It faded so well on her skin tone a nice lime green and royal blue. The same color of her hair which was naturally that way. But you where distracted by something else right now.

And that was Jolyne’s reaction to your hands. Her breast felt like they where on fire. And her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. “You must be nervous Kujoh your hearts jumping.” You looked up at her.

“Pshh Shutup loser I’m just out of breath.” Glad to know I make you feel this hot baby.”Do the carpet match the drapes? “Just kiss me already stop asking me all of this,” she demanded. “Fine.” You gave in her warmth being shared with you. Her lips where soft grazing against yours.

She was nervous about a girl stealing her first kiss. She took a large breath of air. You took this opportunity to slip your tongue in. She tasted like nerds her favorite candy you always saw her chugging down.

“So sweet,” you moaned through tongue swirls. Things were getting heated her hands fell in your hair pulling you deeper. Jolyne couldn’t believe she gave in so easily to you. She was now making out with her enemy and getting a kick out of it at that.

She noted everything about your body being so close to you. Your aroma that she couldn’t help to sniff and your tiny breaths. You were yet to break away so she did.

She watched your mind hazy and starving. You were fully in the zone leaving her just for a moment. You changed the channel from the golden girls to MTV. Hopefully, they would have some making love songs on.

You crawled back over the area where she was laying on your floor. “Maybe you would like to use my bed,” you proposed. “Oh Um yeah,” she broke out of her trance.

“You look so cute brain all foggy,” you taunted. “Shut up its all your fault anyway.” Her face was coated in a deep blush. “I’ll give you what you want don’t worry.”

You pulled her t-shirt up. It was like she was prepared for this she had no bra on. “Don’t look at me like that there painful I don't like wearing them!” Hmm, it’s like you were made for me,” you insisted.

“I don’t know about that,” she stalled. “Watch this.” Your hand dug into her shorts and panties it only took you a second to find her clit which was already erect for you.

She bit her lip trying to hold in a moan from your touch. But it was too late you already heard it. “See,” you chuckled. You removed her neon shorts and then her panties tossing them somewhere on the floor.

You pushed her further down towards your Queen and Kiss posters. “Sorry but your gonna have to stare at Freddy Mercury the whole time.” You folded her legs into her chest hosting her up high so you could Neal.

She watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand. You neared her pussy spreading her glistening folds. You felt her throb when you touched her clit just barely.

She didn’t want to admit it to her enemy but she was horny just wanting you to eat her already. But you were leaving wet smooches up and down her thighs.

“Gonna mark you so everyone can see how good you felt.” Fuck that just fuck me already,” she begged. Someone’s impatient,” you giggled.

She let out a sigh of relief when your mouth finally latched onto her sucking on her bundle of nerves. Her juices flowed down your chin. “Mmm taste so good.”

You gave it little kitten licks teasing her further. Even though you couldn’t see her face you could tell that it was bunched up. She reached for your head a drove it into her pussy. She practically grounded your face on her cunt groaning at the sensation.

You breathed in your nose still covered in her fluids. Her hands tangled in your hair pushing you in further to the point where you couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care about you only her pleasure. That was the case because she moaned so loud to the point where your chef all the way across your mansion might hear.

You pulled out finally needing air. “Keep going whore,” she spat. “Not even gonna let me breathe feeling that good huh?” She could tell you where smirking at her state but she didn’t care bringing you in again. Your tounge found its way into soaping hole.

You hummed at her taste slightly sweat while your tounge reached as deep as it could. Her toes began to coil as the knot in her stomach began to form. Her body almost folded into a pretzel hurt slightly.

You took your tongue out for a sec slurping her liquids the clash of your saliva and her fluids filled the room with sounds. You wish you could laugh at Jojo's pleads and cry’s right now but you were busy switching back to suck on the bud of her clit lick it was a tip.

She squirted a bit but that wasn’t enough for you so you continued sucking like it was the best-flavored candy. You left off her once again with a pop sound.

She squirted again this time in your mouth. Right after her cum gushed down her thighs. After licking her clean you went to kiss her. Her legs fell down on the bed locking your legs into her waist and pulling you closer. She was satisfied tasting herself twice today on your tongue.

“Admit it.” Huh what are you saying l/n,” she inquired. “That you must be made for me.” You looked her in the eyes as you spoke. She looked away embarrassed to face you. “Yeah maybe your right,” she huffed!

Let's just say the friendship shirt was a more than successful scheme.

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Adonis FS2- Let my voice reach for you Chapter One

It’ll take me time to come up with an answer… I’m sorry Anzu, you even made time for me and I left you hanging.

Cast: Adonis, Souma

Author: Suika

Season: Winter

Location: Class 3-B

Proofed by: ketsuinoyaiba

Adonis: Kanzaki, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t this what they call the “boar-deer-butterfly” combo?

Souma: Aah, Adonis-dono, it seems you’ve bested me once and for all. To turn the tides in your favour, why, only someone as wonderful as you could pull something like that off. 

Adonis: It’s not like that, I didn’t think I’d get a pull so good. 

And anyways, Kanzaki, weren’t you just one card off from victory? You were going for the “three light combo,” right?

Souma: As always, right you are! Fufu, Adonis-dono, looks like you’ve completely memorised all the “rules” in Hanafuda, that makes me happy—completely, wholly, happy ♪.

Adonis: In Kanzaki’s words, “isn’t it best to memorise the pictures?” So, I took your advice, and it’s the reason I managed to recall the “boar-deer-butterfly” combo in the first place.

Souma: Hmm? In the blink of an eye, Adonis-dono, your technique improved so much so that you beat me just like that. I am glad that I had the chance to teach you.

In any case, I am just as happy to be able to play Hanafuda with my friend. Thank you for learning how to play; I truly appreciate it.

Adonis: I should be the one saying thank you.

Kanzaki, you taught me tirelessly, with patience, never once failing in your perseverance. Even when I couldn’t even manage to remember the basics, you never once gave up on me. That’s the only reason I am able to play Hanafuda like this now.

It wasn’t just my own ability that got me this win. I was only able to win because you were there, Kanzaki. So this is all to say… This is a victory for both me and you, a victory for the both of us.

Souma: So, it is our victory, together? What was that word in English again… Oh right, you could call it a “win-win” situation?!

Adonis: Yes. We are a win-win.

Souma: Fufu, Adonis-dono, you think the same too, hm ♪.

Adonis: So how about we—if it’s ok with you—we have another round?

Souma: Of course!—Is what I want to say, but I cannot in good conscience say that, for I am a little worried for Anzu-dono.

Did she not wish to discuss your “feature live” today, Adonis-dono?

Adonis: She asked me to talk to her after school today, but she seems really busy. I can’t even go talk to her now because I don’t know where she is. I’m frustrated. 

I hope she hasn’t gotten herself caught in trouble, but just to be sure… Let’s contact her on “HoldHands.”

Souma: I do not think it necessary, Adonis-dono. Speak of the devil and she doth appear.

Adonis: Hmm? Anzu? It’s no worries, I don’t mind waiting, Kanzaki and I were playing Hanafuda together, see?

Souma: It’s true, you do not have to apologise, Anzu-dono. Being able to talk to Adonis-dono was a fun way to pass the time. 

Adonis: So don’t worry about us, because it seems like you need to worry about yourself. Take a deep breath in, let’s get you relaxed first.

You okay now? Hmm? You really want to talk to me about my “feature live,” huh? Alright, if you say so.

This is… Oh, it’s those pictures we took for the pamphlet the other day. I guess we should check it over.

Souma: Oh? Could I see too?

I’m unsure if I could be of any use, but if it is for the sake of Adonis-dono’s “feature live,” I wish to give you all the assistance you may need. 

There seems to be a lot of options… This one, you’re practising with “Andeddo?” Oh! And this one, it's you running for the track and field club.

Adonis: This one was taken backstage at a live house event.

I was taken aback when Hakaze-senpai suddenly pointed a camera at my face.

I didn’t really understand what an “off-shot” was supposed to be, so I’m grateful to Oogami and my seniors in UNDEAD for their help. And, of course, I’m grateful to you too, Anzu.

Could these pictures be used?

No problems? That’s good to hear.

It seems our problem is that we have too many good photos that we cannot decide on the ones we should end up using…

…Hmph.. This is hard.

When you say “off-shot,” doesn’t that imply what an idol does when they’re not busy dancing or singing on stage? I feel like all these photos match that vibe.

All these photos are taken in good quality too… I can’t decide which one to use at all.

Hmm…? So you’re saying I should just choose a concept for the pamphlet and that’ll help me narrow down which photos to use?

What do I want the pamphlet to look like in the end, anyway? …Another tough question.

Singing and dancing is all good, but this pamphlet stuff is all new to me.

It’ll take me time to come up with an answer… I’m sorry Anzu, you even made time for me and I left you hanging.

So, let’s talk a bit more. The more you get to know me, the clearer the concept may become.

Please do not hesitate. I would rather you say things bluntly than sugarcoat them.

…But is it enough to just talk?

I do think these pictures are all good…

But the fact I cannot decide on which photos I wish to use on my own pamphlet, means that I would have to take more photos, doesn’t it?

Souma: When you decide on what type of “pamphlet” you desire to create, you can choose which photos you can use to fit the theme. However, I do understand your worry.

Adonis: Aah, but I’ve run out of ideas for what other pictures I could take for my “off shot.” I wish I had better ideas…

Souma: Well, if that’s the case… How about we invite Anzu-dono to go to the beach?

Adonis: Is that it? It’s true I haven’t taken any photos by the ocean yet… So perhaps I’ll be able to get a different type of feel compared to my other photos.

Hmm…? Anzu, are you asking if me and Kanzaki already made plans to go to the beach tomorrow?

Actually,  we did. Kanzaki and I were going to take a walk down the beach area that’s behind our school during our lunch break.

Souma: Every so often, I go to the beach to check up on the area so I can give Shinkai-dono a report.

In truth, I was initially going to go with Sengoku, but he had work to do, and thus I was thinking about postponing my trip.

Adonis-dono overheard my situation and offered to give me company instead ♪.

Adonis: I also enjoy the sea, and with Kanzaki by my side, I was bound to learn something new out of the experience. 

So, if you don't mind, would you like to join us?

Alright, then meet us at lunch time tomorrow.

Souma: Things got a lot more exciting, didn’t they? We’ll see you tomorrow, Anzu-dono.

Chapter Two

#idol story #adonis otogari #souma kanzaki

[hollybee8917]

Lighting the Flame Above

Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Plot: Steve and Clint have their first date. Things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: Time period homophobia (40s)

Clint walked into the common room of Avengers tower and collapsed on the couch, “My god. Why do I even try?”

“You got something to share with the class, Barton?”

The blonde straightened up and looked to his right. There sat Steve Rogers looking down at a book. He scoffed, “It’s not something you would understand Cap.”

Steve closed his book, “Try me.”

Tilting his head back, Clint replied, “You haven’t tried dating recently, have you?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips, “Yeah but I can’t seem to find the right person.”

“What kind of girl are you looking for?” Clint asked his team leader.

Rogers leaned back, “You sure you want to know the answer to that?”

Clint scoffed, “I dunno. All I know is that there is not a single guy in this city who does not either drink iced coffee and wear fleece scarves or says ‘yaas’ and go on and on about twerking. The word is yes. I went on a date last night with a guy named Ethan and he rambled endlessly about something called Vine.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “Clint, are-are you gay?”

Clint’s breath hitched, “Is that a problem?”

Reflexively, Steve’s head went back and forth, “No! Not at all. I’m just a bit surprised. I assumed you and Natasha were, well, together.”

Clint let loose a laugh, loud and long, “Me-me and Nat? Hahaha. No. We’re just friends. We are partners on the field and best friends off the field. We’ve never been together romantically.”

A small oh escaped Steve’s mouth. Clint looked away and didn’t say anything else. Steve stood up and made his way over to the couch. He sat down at the other end of the sofa, “Hey Clint?”

“Yeah?”

“Me too.”

Clint raised his head and looked in Steve’s direction, “You too, what?”

Steve’s hand shook a little as he wiped a stray hair from his forehead, “I’m gay.”

“No shit,” Clint exclaimed, “You’re gay? How long have you been out?”

Steve shrugged, “I never really came out of the closet.”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Am I the first person you have come out to?”

The soldier shook his head, “No. My mother and Bucky both knew. Bucky came out to me. I lived my adult life in the ‘30s and ‘40s. Men did not announce their sexuality back then. Neither did women but it was even worse for the men. Not to mention, I was a soldier. If it had leaked that Bucky and I were gay, we would have been given a blue ticket, court-martialed and tossed out of the Army then probably arrested.”

“Bucky? You mean Bucky Barnes?”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “Yeah… He was my first love and the only one who really understood me and was accepting of my lifestyle because he was the same. We had known each other since we were kids.”

Clint took a breath, “Then he died. I’m sorry man. I always assumed it was you and Peggy Carter. That was the story I heard anyway. She spoke of you so fondly, I assumed that you two were lovers.”

A smile graced Steve’s lips, “Peggy was sweet but she knew that I wasn’t interested in her romantically. She caught us once, me and Bucky. We were in Austria. I thought we would be together forever. Then the train happened.”

“You wanna talk about it? It helps. At least that’s what my therapist says.”

Steve let out a low laugh, “We were sent to capture Arnim Zola. He was the main HYDRA scientist and the one who injected Bucky with a derivation of my serum. We made it onto the train but Bucky and I got separated. I was fighting a guy with a large gun that shot energy blasts and Bucky was stuck with some others. I was able to know the energy blast guy out and get to Bucky. We beat the ones Bucy was fighting but then the energy blast guy came back. The first shot separated me from my shield and Bucky picked it up. Before I could react, the energy blast guy shot a second time. Bucky was blasted out the side of the train. I beat the Hydra guy but I wasn’t—wasn’t fast enough to save Bucky.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that.”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “He was the best thing I had and the only one who understood me.”

The archer leaned back, “I know the feeling. It’s been hard for me too. I had a Bucky once but his name was Henry Garrett. When I went to the Army then came to SHIELD, he was there. We fell in love pretty quickly.”

Steve scooted closer to Clint, “If it’s okay to ask, what happened?”

Clint met his gaze, “We were on an assignment in Prague. It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. We had a target that we were supposed to tail, get information about him and get out. All the intel we were gathering was supposed to go to our handler.”

“Phil Coulson?”

Clint shook his head, “I didn’t get assigned to Phil until after this mission went south. Our  handler was a man named Byron Fischer. Henry had taken me to a café just south of the Rudolfinum in Prague. What neither of us knew was that it was a setup by someone in SHIELD. Anyway, we were sitting at the café and we were ambushed by the guy’s team that we were tailing. Henry and I tried to run but I ended up getting shot in the arm and chest. Henry took out three of the men but missed the fourth one. He was also shot. Fortunately, he only took a bullet to the leg. The fourth man ran off before we could get him.”

“How did Henry die if he only received a leg wound?”

A tear found its way to the floor, “The guy came back with more men. We tried to escape but we were surrounded. Henry stood over me firing guns at the men around him. He was hit multiple times and landed on top of me. Henry covered me with his body. Our handler never showed up to evacuate us.. Instead, Phil Coulson did. By the time he did though, it was too late for Henry. He told me he loved me and died by my side.”

Steve leaned back and looked away, “I guess you and I are more alike than I realized.”

Clint didn’t respond and a comfortable silence fell over the room. The door to the elevator slid open and Tony walked through it. Steve slid away from Clint and the latter threw his legs up on the couch. Tony being Tony began to talk incessantly and neither man dared casting a glance at each other. After a short time, Clint stood, “I’m going to go train. See you later.”

Steve watched as Clint walked away.

~~~

Come on, Rogers. You can do this. Just ask him. The worst that could happen is that he says no.

Two days had passed since he’d had the conversation with Clint about their respective pasts and Steve couldn’t get Clint’s words out of his head. Steve looked at Clint as he lay by the pool on the recreation level. Taking a breath, he stepped forward toward the archer who had his eyes closed while reclining on a lounge chair.

“I can hear you breathing hard, Cap.”

A sheepish smile crossed the taller blonde’s face, “I forget you have good hearing not just good eyesight.”

Clint opened his eyes, “Wanna talk about what’s on your mind?”

Steve shrugged then rubbed the back of his neck, “I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me?”

A smile crossed Clint’s lips, “Yeah, sure. I would like that. When?”

“How about tonight? Maybe we could go for a pizza?”

Clint nodded, “That sounds good. Maybe we could go to that place on Broadway and West 40th street? It’s called Joe’s Pizza.”

Steve smiled back at Clint, “How about six o’clock?”

“Sure,” Clint gave a toothy grin, “Maybe we could walk Central Park after?”

Steve’s breath hitched, “That sounds good.”

Clint stood up, “I have to go get ready. I’ll see you at five thirty.”

~~

Steve Rogers sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. None of the shirts were right. Steve sighed again, “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Captain,” came the disembodied voice of Stark’s AI, “what may I help you with?”

Swallowing, Steve replied, “What is common to wear to a first date at a pizza place?”

Jarvis didn’t miss a beat, “Typically, one would wear a nice polo shirt usually a dark color, and either khaki pant or blue jeans.”

The superhero sighed, “I don’t have a solid polo. Is there something else I should wear?”

Above him, the AI responded, “It’s also advisable to wear a solid button down shirt with crisp blue jeans or black jeans.”

“That’s what I’ll do,” Steve replied, “thank you.”

Jarvis responded, “You’re welcome, Captain.”

~~

The elevator door opened and Clint stepped into the common room. He sighed as he looked down at himself. Clint hoped this outfit was okay. As he entered, Steve looked up from the paper he was reading. An audible gasp escaped Steve’s lips, “Clint you look-”

“Too much?”

Steve shook his head, “You look amazing.”

Clint was dressed in a charcoal tee with a tan leather jacket and dark wash blue jeans.

The archer looked his team leader up and down, “You look great too. You ready to go?”

Steve nodded, “Yep.”

Getting back in the elevator, the pair rode it all the way down to the bottom floor. Steve and Clint walked out of the tower together. As they walked, Clint bit his lip, “So, Steve, what do you like to do for fun?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I like to draw. I also like boxing. What about you?”

“I’m a simple man. I like horseback riding, baseball and archery.”

A small hmm slipped from Steve’s lips, “Do you read?”

Clint shook his head, “Not a big reader. I dropped out of school in sixth grade.”

Steve stopped mid step, “Wait, what?”

The shorter blonde shrugged, “I quit when I was in sixth grade and ended up in the circus with my brother. After I left the circus, I joined the Army as a ranger then jumped into SHIELD.”

Tilting his head, Steve asked, “You have a brother?”

“Yeah but I haven’t seen him in twenty years.”

Steve paused in the street, “How long were you in the Army?”

Clint turned and looked at him, “Sixteen years before SHIELD plucked me out of it. I have a particular set of skills and SHIELD wanted to use them.”

Steve started to walk beside Clint again, “Ever had any tours?”

“Yeah, two in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. Got my leg shot up in Kabul and got discharged from the army with a Purple heart. Once I came back, I worked as a gun for hire for a while then I landed on SHIELD’s radar. Fury sent Phil to hire me…”

Tears pricked Clint’s eyes, “Sorry. We’re here.”

Steve looked up to see the sign for Joe’s Pizza above them and pulled the door open. Clint entered first then Steve. They sat down at a table and a server came over, “Welcome to Joe’s. What can I get you tonight?"

Clint looked up, “Let me order, Steve. We’ll get a supreme pizza with black olives and meatballs. And two sodas.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. Before she could make it to the register to put the order in, the room erupted into chaos. Three men burst into the restaurant with guns leveled at everyone inside. Steve threw the table forward while Clint grabbed a knife and flipped it toward the gunman in front. It hit his carotid artery and he hit the floor with a scream. The remaining two men opened fire and people dropped to the floor and crawled toward the back. Steve used the table as a shield and shoved it into the second gunman.

As the third gunman turned his weapon at Steve but was brought down by Clint who dropped him with a kick to the legs. The man turned on Clint with a knife. Clint dodged twice then palmed the guy in the throat. He stumbled back and crashed into a nearby chair. Taking the opportunity, Clint pounced onto the guy and threw some punches against the guy’s face.

Meanwhile, Steve was going hand to hand against his opponent. Without warning, the door opened and another man stepped inside. He threw something inside before Steve could realize it. The supersoldier’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. He yelled over his shoulder, “Clint!”

Clint turned and saw it. A bomb. As if in unison, the two men jumped up, sailed over the bar and prayed that it would protect them.

~~

Steve and Clint sat with their backs against the bar staring at each other and the mess in front of them. Coughing, Clint broke the silence, “So… dinner tomorrow?”

Steve let out a laugh, “Yeah, dinner sounds great.”

#marvel mcu #steve rogers #clint barton #Steve rogers x clint Barton #captain america #hawkeye

[aphrodites-law]

would love Clexa 46, please 😌

“You’re jealous of Finn? Finn? Seriously?”

“I’m not jealous,” Lexa retorts curtly. Her jaw feels like it’ll snap from how hard she clenches it, but it’s nothing compared to how tightly she grips the glass in her hand. It’s a good thing it’s made of witch glass, because she knows anything human would’ve shattered and cut her skin by now.

“Do all humans lie this badly?”

Lexa looks away from the source of her poor temper and glares at the witch mocking her. “This doesn’t bother you?”

Raven laughs at the very notion. Her hair is an inky black, but there are twinkles in it like stars in the sky. Her dress is a gorgeous deep blue, the perfect embodiment of tonight’s winter solstice celebration. “Finn couldn’t flirt to save his life,” she says. “He has two lines in his arsenal and one has the word kernel in it. If he ever did want to try his luck elsewhere, I’d get a snack to witness it.”

Lexa frowns. “You trust him that much?”

“You don’t trust Clarke?”

“Of course I do. But I don’t believe that a man who dated two of the most brilliant witches I know could be that uncharming.”

“They were sixteen," Raven emphasizes. "Best friends from childhood. They were each other’s solution to loneliness at the time. Witches aren’t schooled like you are, divided by age or class. Clarke was already learning alongside incredible potion makers, but most were twice her age. Finn was already his father’s apprentice in the workshop. They explored a new side in their relationship because it was comfortable and easy, but it didn’t end in the dramatic heartbreak you think it did.”

“Comfortable and easy might be the complete opposite of our relationship.”

“Well don’t you think it means something that you’re fighting so hard to make it work? It’s 3AM and you’re all dressed up for an event you didn’t even know about last year. You’ve got a final in twelve hours and I can tell you’re a hard worker. But still you’re here at your girlfriend’s best friend’s party getting to know her world.”

“And yet I feel like I’ll never know enough.”

Raven takes the glass from Lexa’s hand, setting it aside on the buffet next to them. “Is that what’s really bothering you? You think we know her better?”

Lexa worries her lip. “You understand her magic in a way I can’t. It’s a hugely intricate part of her and I… I don’t get it. In a superficial way maybe, what she does and how she does it, but not at the core. Not how it feels. How could I ever hope that’s enough?”

“And she doesn’t know what it’s like to be fundamentally human. To have a looser grip on her emotions. You’re different and you’ve always known that, but you got together anyway, didn’t you?”

Lexa nods as her eyes find Clarke again, watching her talk with Finn over a plate of blue-tinted treats. She remembers seeing her like this the first time, just chatting with someone else across the garden. There was always something about Clarke Griffin that called to her. That made her body gravitate closer to her. She feels the same pull tonight despite the lingering worry in the pit of her stomach. They’ve never had it easy, and she suspects they never will, but what they do have is strong. Lexa can never lose sight of that.

“Excuse me…” she tells Raven before walking toward Clarke.

She’ll thank Raven properly for the advice she always seems to give her, but for now there’s only one thing she can think of doing. And as Clarke turns to her before she’s even closed the space between them, and grins so lovingly it has Lexa’s heart pound, she finds that nothing could stop her.

“Hey, babe, we were-”

Lexa kisses her in one fell swoop, both hands on her waist, with little concern for anyone around them. It’s not like her at all – they both know it – and maybe that’s what makes it so tempting. Or maybe it’s just that kissing Clarke will never feel embarrassing, no matter the setting. For once, Lexa feels like making a show. A claim. Later she’ll question the terribly possessive urge – though she’s pretty sure it’s another one of her fundamentally human traits - but for now she gives into it.

A little while ago, Clarke kissed her. Chose her. Lexa can’t help but feel proud of it, and in turn she’ll always make sure Clarke feels the same. Their bodies align perfectly and soon Clarke’s hand is on her neck, in the same spot it was this morning, when she woke her up with a dirty kiss and a few choice words, ones that had Lexa feeling just as hot-blooded as she does now. There are days when it never stops. It’s said to be the nature of most relationships between humans and witches, but Lexa thinks they would be the same if she were a witch.

“I shouldn’t be encouraging this kind of behavior…” Clarke tells her, slightly breathless, though she sounds very much like she wants to. Finn has already shuffled somewhere else, and maybe tomorrow Lexa will regret acting so rudely.

Maybe.

“It feels like you are,” Lexa answers with a smile, feeling the way Clarke leans into her, unwilling to let go.  

“Mm you know me too well,” Clarke sighs fondly before kissing her again.  

Lexa wonders later if Clarke overheard what she talked about with Raven, or if she's simply that intuitive when it comes to their relationship. She doesn’t know everything about magic, but she knows Clarke. She knows how she likes her breakfast and what her favorite sweaters are. She knows that perfume makes her sneeze and that cinnamon makes her nose twitch. She’d know her voice in a dark, crowded room. And she hopes to spend the rest of her life knowing her better.

#asks #f: seven #clexa