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#I’m singed im burned I’m smarting!!!!!!!
rinhaler · 6 months
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luxe, hear this anon out. rin with a crybaby type of reader who cries when they feel too good. just imagine him unlocking the fact realizing that he gets turned on by their crying when they're sputtering and choking on his cock <33
apologies if im a bit deranged about this
- jellyfish anon
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okay I cannot express how sexy this request is. I NEED him in a way that undoes centuries worth of feminism I fear :( also apologies I'm not that best at writing BJs but I hope u like! (slightly inspired by scream vi)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise, slut used once, alcohol mention, reader has long hair/hair long enough to do a makeshift ponytail ♡
words: 1.9k
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“You shou— talk to ‘im—” your friend slurs, giggling as you help her sit down on your couch. You laugh a little as she falls from your grip and spreads out comfortably on the sofa beneath her. “Look, he’s looking!” she yells a little too loudly and points.
You shush her, carefully moving her hand to her lap before looking to where she had been pointing. Your neighbour had been looking from his window into yours for a little bit, smirking a little when he finally notices you looking back. He’s doing dishes in the sink, and it gives you the idea to get your friend some water.
“He’s been giving you fuck me eyes f-for weeks! Every time I come over he’s always—”
“Maybe you shouldn’t point and make it so obvious, babe.” you laugh, handing a glass full of water to her. “He’s just being friendly. Besides, I’m not really ready to date or anything yet. I’m just having fun hanging out with my bestie.” you tease her, nudging her with your elbow.
She pouts, eyes filling with water before she hugs you. She’s always been an emotional drunk, and soon enough she’s confessing how much she adores you and what a perfect best friend you are.
“Do you have any snacks? Wan’ some chocolate.” she tells you. You shake your head. “Ugh. Ooooh! You should go ask hot guy if he has any!” she suggests, kicking her feet and giggling all the while.
You look elsewhere. In the direction of hot guy. But he’s not at the window anymore. He’s probably in bed, it is pretty late. You hadn’t expected to be getting home after midnight from your cousins wedding given that you aren’t really that close. But bringing your best friend as a plus one extended the time you spent there.
There was an open bar.
“I’ll go to the store. What kind of chocolate do you want?” you ask.
“Surprise me.” she smiles. “Thaaaaank youuuuuu~!” she speaks in a sing-song voice.
“Don’t burn my apartment down while I’m gone.” you warn her, pretending to scowl at her before you laugh at yourself. She nods, eyes fluttering closed as her body sinks further and further into the couch.
You grab your keys and head out of the front door. If you were smart, you would have ordered dessert. There’s no way you should be leaving the safety of your apartment so late and stepping out into the city. But it’s just around the corner, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Nothing bad can happen to you if you just hurry.
As you reach the bottom floor, you recognise the man standing by the mailboxes near the entrance to your apartment building. He hasn’t noticed you, though, and why would he? He’s occupied sifting through the letters in his hands. You take a shallow breath, mentally preparing yourself for the dangers of going outside.
He raises his head as he smells your perfume when you walk by.
You gasp, feeling his hand dig into the flesh of your upper arm before he pulls you closer to him. It’s hard to even figure out what your thoughts are as you feel your back connect with rows of metal mailboxes. And before you can greet him, his lips are on yours.
You smile into the kiss, a hand cups your face as he presses his body a little harder into yours. He smiles back when he hears a soft little moan escape you at the feeling of being trapped against him. A sound from a higher floor frightens you, you turn your head and move away from him.
“Sorry, I thought my friend might be—”
“Hey,” he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. “You’re too ashamed being seen with me?” he smiles a little, teasing you. You smile back, shaking your head in protest.
“No it’s not that!” you tell him. “I better get going, though. She’s drunk and wants some chocolate.”
“You’re not going out on your own.” he speaks. It’s commanding, his voice filled with care and concern and it makes you weak at the knees. “Do you know that you can order snacks?”
“Uh, no, I've never heard of that.” you roll your eyes and speak sarcastically, earning a laugh from him.
“Maybe you should come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you how to do it.” he tells you, approaching you again. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as he looks down at you, and you find yourself nodding before even thinking about your answer. He smiles, though, kissing you deeply at your response. A sweet sort of praise for delivering an answer he’s happy to hear.
He takes your hand, guiding you up to his apartment.
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“Done.” he smiles, putting his phone down on the counter. “I ordered pizza and your friend’s chocolate.”
“Perfect, thank you, Rin.” you thank him, “It’ll probably be a while… what shall we do in the meantime?”
“You know…” he starts, closing the gap between you. “I’ve really missed you all day.”
“Yeah? Ah—!” your voice gets caught in your throat as you feel him pick you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you. You’ve missed him, too. You’ve never put a label on whatever this is. But as far as you’re concerned, it’s just fun. It’s easy. And it’s good.
He is good.
He sits on the couch with you straddling him. A little groan leaves his lips as yours stray to kiss down the column of his neck. His hips roll up, the outline of his cock rubs into your wanting core. His eyes are glued to you as your kisses descend his body, and he curses himself for not throwing away his sweater before picking you up.
It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re resting between his knees with your hands pawing at his cock. Your eyes are full, wanton whimpers filling every breath you take as you do all you can to quickly undo his belt.
“Can I give you head, baby?” you ask, helping remove his cock from the confines of his jeans. He nods, eagerly, his fingers stroking your scalp through your hair as encouragement.
You’re salivating when his dick is revealed in all of its perfect glory. Flushed pink and pretty and throbbing with lust. An unyielding desire to feel your mouth around it. You lick at the oozing pearlescent pre gathering at his slit. The moan he emits at the feeling rushes straight to your cunt. Your hand flies under your dress and beneath your sopping panties, Rin’s cheeks fill with a pink tint at the sight. He hadn’t expected you to touch yourself, his ego climbs heights he hadn’t thought possible at your overzealous act.
“Baby, please… please suck my cock.” he begs. You nod, mewling as you sink your mouth entirely onto him. “F-uck. Good girl, such a good girl.” he groans. You feel his hand cup your face, angling your vision so that your watery eyes are focused on him. He sees the pleasure building in you as you stare back at him.
Your little fingers aren’t enough to satiate the burning need pulsating at your core. But seeing Rin’s facial expressions are more than enough to keep you motivated. You want to make him proud. You want to make him cum. You take his cock entirely down your throat, and pride fills your body when he throws his head back.
He looks down at you, and he bites at his lower lip as you suck and choke around his length, tears spilling over your lash line as you take him more and more.
“Fuck, baby, you like this?” he asks, and you nod without hesitation. He thrusts his hips and fucks into your face until you’re choking on him. His hand grips into your hair and forms a makeshift ponytail as he continues to pound into your mouth like you’re his own personal fuck toy. He pulls you away reluctantly, giving you a chance to breathe. Though that isn’t why he did it. He wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to study the tears welling at your eyes. “You’re such a cute slut for me… cryin’ for my cock? Fucking adorable.” he grins.
You sob, unable to stop yourself. You rest your hands on his thighs as you sniffle, allowing him the time to really enjoy how pathetic and desperate you are.
“Love making you feel good…” you speak, shyly. “I—”
You don’t get the chance to speak anymore when he forces you back down on his cock. His eyes are heavy and filled with lust as he carries on rutting his hips into your face. You can’t stop yourself from twirling your fingers through his dark pubes. It’s the only thing keeping you grounded in reality as the feeling of his cock entirely takes over every synapse in your brain.
It’s unrelenting. He can’t stop himself as the tears continue to fall. Fat tears rolling without end down your hollowed cheeks. He batters his length into your drooling mouth, a mixture of spit and pre rolling down your chin and coating his balls as he repeatedly slams himself in and out. His thick length clogs your airways with each thrust. He can’t believe the pretty, lewd noises leaving you as you do your best to take him. The sputtering doesn’t cease, and knowing he’s so big that you can’t help but gag is making him mad with lust.
He holds your head with both of his large hands, keeping you in place as he fucks his length down your throat.
“Fuck, fuck, baby. Take it, ‘m cumming.” he warns you, a loud grunt following as ropes of tangy white cream spurt down your throat before you can barely get a taste. You show him your empty mouth, and he kisses your forehead in response. You hear your phone buzz, your head turning to acknowledge the sound. But he pulls you back, lifting you onto his lap before standing up with you in his hold. “I got carried away.” he kisses your lips.
“No it’s okay, I had fun.” you smile, kissing him back.
“You make me fucking crazy. Crying like that, over my cock? You’re so sweet.” he tells you, kissing you again. “Have you always been such a cry baby? I like it, a lot.” he whispers before kissing lovingly along your neck. You roll your eyes, kissing him and giggling against his lips. Before you can answer you hear your phone buzz again,
“Sorry, I should check that.” you tell him. He sets you down and tucks his cock back into his underwear and jeans. You smile when you feel him hug you from behind, kissing him before checking your texts.
Bestie 💖: are u still at the shop? hot boy has a gf :( i can see him getting a blowy through the window Bestie 💖: ugh they look so cute i hate her, i rly thought he liked you!!
Your blood runs cold as you feel the vibration of another text coming through. Rin smiles, tucking his head into your neck to offer a calming kiss while you read your texts together.
Bestie 💖: OH MY GOD YOU BITCH! IT’S YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH!
You reluctantly look up, and Rin does the same. You see your best friend standing by the window with a shocked expression on her face. She holds her phone up and takes quick picture as you and Rin wave at her through the window. You look down to see a notification from her, the picture is now available for your whole Snapchat group chat to see.
“I gotta remember to close my blinds at night.” he laughs.
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narcolini · 1 year
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open wounds
frank castle x gn!reader, ex dating, hurt/comfort, 2404 words
for day 6 of whumpril : salve | painkillers | bad coping mechanisms
warnings for burns, implied suicidal intentions, terrible first aid probably
a/n: yknow when you love a character so much that you dont even know where to start with writing about them?? no?? just me?? im shaking in my boots... also huge shout out to @ashlingiswriting for helping with this!!
tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa​ (five times as requested)
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He’s dripping wet. Frank, back at your door, for the first time in half a year, and dripping wet from head to toe. His jeans, his hoody, his boots—which must weigh a tonne, if they’re as full of water as the rest of him. He’s scrubbed his face dry, clearly, because the front of his hair is sticking upright, brushed up by the rough of his fingertips, and his cheeks are cleaner than the rest of him. Bare of the grime he’s covered in. If it wasn’t so obviously a bad thing—him being here, him being anything other than his usual self—you might’ve laughed. Might’ve joked about him choosing the worst church for an over-due baptism.
‘What the fuck happened?’ you scoff, bypassing all other greetings. You don’t even spare the thought to be annoyed at him, to tell him to go away, get out of here, before someone sees you. You just balk, and frown, and hang off the door as you look him over. ‘You look like you went free-diving in the river, Frank.’
He doesn’t respond, just sighs and tilts his head as if to say—
‘Oh my God.’ He did. He jumped into the fucking river. ‘That explains the stink, then.’
‘Yup.’
It’s pouring off him. Stale water, oil spill.
‘Look, I gotta ask you a favour,’ he says, awkward about it, though you’d thought as much already. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.’
And you wouldn’t let him in, either, if you didn’t have to.
‘Come in.’ The less time he spends in the corridor, the better. ‘Do I even want to know what you…’ The words fizzle out once you’re behind him, door closed and facing his back.
The material of his hoody has been singed away, not entirely, but across his shoulders and in patches down his spine, the t-shirt beneath in a similar state. He’d been set alight, somehow, long enough for it to burn all the way through. Two layers of cloth and then skin. Red, raw, skin.
‘Jesus, Frank.’
‘Had to put it out somehow,’ he shrugs, ‘seemed like the quickest option.’
‘Do you even realise how much shit is in that river?’
But he must do, of course, because he’s here. He’s not at home, self-medicating, slapping soap and water on it and hoping for the best. He’s here because he’s smart enough to realise bacteria will kill him easier and faster than any bullet would. Which isn’t usual, for most, but he has a knack for surviving no matter how many holes they put in him.
‘Bathroom, please,’ you tell him. You remember where it is.
You watch him nod in front of you, hands tucked in the sodden pockets of his hoody. He’s holding himself rigid—tense arms, straight shoulders—to hide the shakes, you realise. The wet has gotten into the bones, chilled him deep enough to send shivers through the muscles. Why he’s bothering to try and cover it, you don’t know. You’ve seen him in worse shapes.
When he reaches the bathroom, you in tow, he turns and waits. In front of you, on the curling blue bath matt beneath. It’s been a long time since you’d done him a favour. A long time, since you’d been alone with him, for reasons other than why this doesn’t work, why the two of you won’t work.
You sigh, close your eyes. He knows as well as you do what’s coming.
‘Am I in danger,’ you ask, feeling the sick twist of regime in your stomach, the edge of familiarity in the question, ‘by you being here? Is it putting me in danger?’
‘No, no, I promise.’ His head shakes. ‘No-one knows I’m here.’
‘You’re sure?’
He pauses, swallows. Nods. ‘It’s just me.’
‘And is it only the burns? Nothing else?’
‘I’d do it myself, but I,’ his teeth chatter, ‘I can’t reach.’
‘Okay.’ No surprise gunshot wounds, no broken bones. You can handle it, as long as you know what to expect. ‘I’ll do my best,’ you tell him, now you know it isn’t at your detriment, and turn to look through the cabinet above the sink.
‘Thank-you,’ he begins, which you try to wave off. ‘No, I mean it, I—I know you must hate…’ The words get away from him. A drop of water shakes from the peak of his hair onto his cheek. ‘Yeah, just, thank-you.’
You know what he’s implying. He’s as wrong about it now as he was then.
‘I don’t hate you, Frank.’
‘Well, you don’t like me much,’ he grumbles. ‘Not that I blame you.’
You don’t like his choices. You don’t like his instincts. You don’t like his susceptibility to getting himself in trouble, once a fucking week. ‘Take this off,’ you tell him, tugging at the sopping wet of his sleeve. ‘You’re shivering.’
He complies, jaw-setting as he pulls both the hoody and t-shirt over his head, no doubt having to rip the burnt-fibres from the edges of his wounds. He does well to hide it—if that’s the case—removes them without a hiss of pain, or any hesitation. The wet lump of them lands on the tiles with a slap, water splattering over your socks.
You fill the sink, making sure it’s lukewarm, cool. It’d be better to douse him with hot water, really, to stop the shivers and get rid of the smell, but the burns are more pressing. The very last thing they need is more heat.
‘Jeans and socks too. Then sit on the bath,’ you instruct before leaving the room. It isn’t for privacy’s sake, but to get your blanket from the couch and a clean towel from the closet. Get him warm, get the site disinfected, then cover it in Saran wrap and hope for the best. It isn’t as good as real, authoritative, medical treatment, but it’s better than he could manage by himself.
When you’re back, he’s done as you said again, and is sitting on the edge of the bath in just his boxers. A sorry sight, long past the invitation that it used to be. You’re sure there’s scars there that you aren’t familiar with, across his chest, below his naval, but there isn’t time to inspect them. He’s shaking still, and looking up at you like he’s sorry to occupy the space at all.
‘You ever treated burns?’ he asks, as you hand him the blanket.
‘Nothing like that,’ you admit. ‘Spin.’
He does. You put the towel on the floor beneath his back, where the drips will be, as he drapes the blanket over his lap. He isn’t shy about it now, how cold he is. He pulls the edge of the throw up to his chin, tucking his arms inside it, and gives a bigger, exaggerated shiver afterwards. Like he’s purging it, and inviting warmth to take it’s place now that it’s out.
Without the clothes, the burns look dangerous. Red and angry, almost the print of a cross over his back, with the worst of them sitting in a thick strip along his shoulder blades.
‘What even…?’ You brush a thumb by the edge of it, bending down to get a closer look; it’s not just a burn, but a scrape too, a layer of skin torn off like he’s been dragged over tarmac. ‘What happened, beyond the fire?’
You don’t mean the order of events that led to it, or the reasoning behind him shouldering fire in the first place—you’re long past caring or asking about his endeavours. Anything that ends in a list of dead bodies, people he’s killed, is none of your business. That stopped being your problem, the same time he did. But the longer you look, the less it seems like a simple, standard burn. The less you know about how to treat it.
Frank grunts, head dipped. ‘Over-estimated a jump. Slipped off a, a wall, going into the river.’
You wince. ‘Yeah, looks like you left a bit of your back attached to it.’
He puffs out through his nose. ‘That bad?’
Not by his standards, you’re sure. ‘Well. I think it’s saved you from the worst of the blistering, at least.’ The smaller scalds will, no doubt, tonight or tomorrow, but the wide abrasion across the top might have saved him from something more severe. ‘I don’t think you’re supposed to put cream on them,’ you say, ‘but I’ve got an antiseptic spray that I think will be worth the risk.’ And the pain. ‘Okay?’
‘Yeah,’ he agrees, without hesitation, ‘do what you gotta do.’
When you start at it with the water, poured slow from a mug and onto his back, he hisses. Sucks breaths in and out between the clench of his teeth, regulates the pain for your sake alone, you’re sure, and you can bare that. You can work while he does that, quiet and dedicated.
But when you move onto the spray, he swears, low and rasping, like he hates you for a moment. Like he’s angry at you, the antiseptic, the base of the bath that he thumps with his heel.
‘I’m sorry,’ you put quickly, unable to ignore it. ‘This is the worst part.’
Maybe bad enough, really, that you shouldn’t be doing it at all. In the grand scheme of things, agitated burns are better than infection, right? Better than leaving whatever germs live in the Hudson, to fester in the scrapes of his skin.
‘Keep going,’ he insists, through the clench of his jaw—so you do, grimacing each time he swears and flinches under you.
By the time it’s done, dried and wrapped, you’re both exhausted. Him more than you, that you can admit. He sits quietly on the bath now, waiting for the painkillers you’d promised. It’s the first time he hasn’t tried to convince you that he doesn’t need them.
‘Here.’ You hand him the pills, the glass of water. Watch him swallow them both, before sitting beside him, facing the opposite way. Shoulder to shoulder. ‘I think that’s about all I can do for you,’ you say, glancing at his waiting gaze.
He’s got his head turned towards you, dark eyes only inches away. You can’t match them for long. You’re looking back at the pile of wet clothes on the floor before you speak again.
‘If it shows any sign of infection, Frank.’
He puts the glass down, head shaking in the edge of your vision. ‘I’m not going to a hospital. I can’t.’ He’s dead already, he means, and waltzing into the ER would ruin the only leg-up he has.
‘Then someone who knows more than me, at least,’ you insist. ‘You can’t do any of your righteous, vigilante bullshit with sepsis, you know.’
‘I know,’ he says, and he means it. Sounds sore about it too, regretful, even. Not because of his health, but because of what it would take from him.
You let him sit with that for a moment, watching him drop the blanket from his shoulders and put his hands over the top of it instead, pooling in his lap. The shaking’s stopped now; without the wet clothes, and in the warmth of your home, it didn’t take long to scare them away. After the ordeal you put him through, he’s sweating instead. Damp across his brow.
‘Why d’you do it?’ you ask, though you’d told yourself long ago that you would stop asking him that. Stop wasting your breath on something that would never change.
‘Do what?’ He looks like he might laugh, glancing sideways at you, like he’s itching to say, you think I toasted myself on purpose? But it’s over-compensation, really. He knows what you mean.
‘Put yourself in these fucking situations, every time…’ You sigh. ‘You had a chance to get out, Frank. To start fresh.’
But why bother saying it to him? You know the answer as soon as it comes from your lips. You know what makes him do it. You know he can’t function otherwise. If bad coping mechanisms had a poster boy, he would be it. If self-hatred and self-pity was a competition, he’d win. He would lap everyone before they’d even got off the mark.
‘You’ve got to retire at some point,’ you tell him, which sounds like a plea you hadn’t aimed to give.
He scoffs, shaking his head. His thumbs toy with the edge of the blanket. ‘You know it doesn’t work like that.’
Not for him, that’s the truth, and it snowballs in your head until you say, ‘You’re gonna keep going until something kills you, aren’t you?’
He doesn’t answer, because he can’t do that either. Admitting it aloud, to himself or to you, would make it real. Undeniable.
‘Well,’ you start, bending the conversation into something liveable again, ‘you’re lucky your ex is so good at first aid.’ You shoulder him, lightly, smiling until he smiles back. Just enough.
‘Yeah,’ he breathes, ‘yeah, I am.’ He considers you for a moment, before tucking his chin and looking to his hands. ‘I didn’t think you’d be so,’ he hesitates, searching for the word.
‘Willing?’
He nods. ‘Thought I’d have to talk you into it.’
You snort, a real smile creeping onto your lips. ‘Would you have begged if I asked you to?’
‘I don’t know.’ His brows pinch together, thick and sorry-looking. ‘Would you have turned me away if I didn’t?’
‘No,’ you realise, because you had patched him up too often to let him suffer now. The blood on your hands has to have been worth something. ‘But I’d have taken an extra pass with that spray.’
He laughs weakly. ‘Yeah, that, I’d probably deserve.’
Because that’s his answer to everything, isn’t it? Every ounce of pain he endures, is nothing but a coin in the never ending debt that he owes himself. The only person that would ever expect it of him. The only one that thinks he deserves this, burns and wounds that he can’t fix for himself.
‘I think you should go,’ you say quietly, as your heart tugs in the opposite direction. ‘It’s late.’
Late, and approaching the longest time you’ve spent with him since the two of you broke up. Any longer and you might forget why.
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babiebom · 3 months
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Ranking Nerdy Prudes Must Die songs
A/N: because I need something to post and I’ve been obsessed since the musical came out. Also merry Christmas and happy holidays!! Also PLEASE DONT HATE ME
Tw:some sexual mentions, cursing, lyrics might be wrong bc I’m going off the top of my head, mentions of murder etc
Wc: idk it’s headcanons so like 3 points for each song
Misc Masterlist
15)The Best of You
I just don’t listen to this as much as I listen to the other songs
Like it’s not bad
I just don’t really listen to it
It sounds like a high school musical song and the child in me loves it
14)If I Loved You
Idk y but the first time I watched this song made me uncomfy
Well not the whole song literally just the “don’t need lover boy need lover man” part even though Mariah KILLS it idk what it is about that part
But also their voices are immaculate
like Actually I love their voices so much
And the song itself is VERY good
Again I just don’t listen to it as often as the others
OH BABE ID LET YOU KNOW
PERIOD
I also really love the chaos that would be watching two people do this in a cafe
Like how they’re standing at the door like “you leave” “no you leave” actually funny.
13)Cool as I Think I Am(Reprise)
SADGE
I DONT LIKE SADGE
But also they again kill this Mariah and Joey are top tier
The whole “you’re not as cool as you think you are” “you’re as smart as I know you are”
To the “IF I LOVED YOU I WOULD SHOW IT”
IMMACULATE
Would be higher up if I listened to it more often but alas like the ones before this I just don’t listen to it enough.
12)Just For Once
Tbh this is only this high up because of the iconic parts that I listen to over and over
Like I think the only time I listened to the whole song was while watching the musical in its entirety
I literally only listen to VERY specific parts of this song
I’m gonna skip around some of the lyrics but y’all know the parts
The “I wasn’t upset about the attention I ensnared JUDGE ME”
“It fucking worked, I’m fucking here, he’s fucking her, I’m disappointed”
“Should I let the coals burn out? JUST FOR OOOOOOONCE” LAUREN LOPEZ IS A GODDESS PLS
“The other day the Johnson’s borrowed my tap shoes. I used to dance”
Like actually makes my heart clench
Like I’m 23 and this song makes me feel like it’s too late to do what I want because there’s all these things I used to do when I was younger and now I’m just….living but not really.
11)The Summoning
THE CHAOS
HELLO FWENDY-WENDS
Out OF THE DEPTHS OF HELL AND BACK
I LOVE THIS SONG
Stephanie yum yum
I love the lords in black (especially because they’re so colorful)
Also the beginning of this song is iconic
Literally their chanting and voices are so good.
Honestly if they remade this musical into a movie with all sorts of cgi I feel like this would be a VERY CHAOTIC PART
I love it
Also I think I just love when it’s a bunch of noise that allows me not to think
Which is what this song is when they’re singing the repetitive parts
And I know people hate the repetitive parts but I love them
Like so good
10)High School is Killing Me
Again don’t listen to this as much as I should
But I should mention that I listen to this at least once a day so we see how much I listen to the songs after this one
IM DEAD!!
I’m scared someone comes for ME I’m unprepared
Jon and Lauren sound so good here and I honestly think this was the perfect way to open a musical
Like yeah it’s a little spoiler but it’s so GOOD
It’s hell on earth you know? I’m tweeting all about it!
The way Angela covers her mouth every time they curse is funny
AND the part where they’re like “is god the one giving the test” and Angela (Grace) is in the middle with the light shining down on her is imagery I love
Like idk why people aren’t mentioning that she’s literally a Christian and is highlighted in that part.
Stephanie was up late last night and couldn’t study bc she was arguing about the homophobic dog
Also crypto?
Also I think this song perfectly embodies what it’s like to be in high school?
Like it was killing me and I swore that I wouldn’t miss it after I graduated, and that I would always hate high school and that idk how I survived it
But now as an adult I’m like damn while I hated going to school it was something about those days that I miss so much. And I only graduated 5 years ago.
09)Bully the Bully
BE COOL BEANS
Keep the beans cool
Bean school
Also I think we’re starting to show that I have a very special place in my heart for Angela
I love how she performs and portrays characters
Also the fact that they’re just singing about bullying the bully for all sorts of different reasons is funny to me
Petey gonna jump on out ✋😐🤚
Jäeger gonna Jäger out 🤘🤪🤘
Also actually was a funny plan that probably wouldn’t work irl but would be funny to watch on a school fight page
Also the fact that Max says that it’s the nicest thing anyone has done for him
08)Bury The Bully
Oh no 😥 she’s snapping again 😟
Please let this be a normal field trip
Give off same vibes
Also I love the layers in the song
Mariah does a good job
HACK ALL HIS LIMBS OFF (did you say hack all his limbs off?) YEAH!
Also very funny
Like Grace’s descent into madness is entertaining
RUTH IS GONNA CUT OFF HIS NIPS
Also shows how stupid they are because they literally could’ve said that it was an accident
It’s literally 5 of them
Just be like yeah we brought him here to scare him and his stupid ass decided to stand on top of some old ass wood and it cracked under him and he died.
But no listening to Grace they become criminals.
No one is gonna make Ruth their bitch
“Do you wanna get the fullest ride? Then start CUTTIN RIGHT ABOVE THE THIGH!”
07)Cool as I Think I Am
Song that shows up throughout the musical
Like it’s in almost every single song if you listen closely to the background
And honestly it’s so good
Because it makes me feel something inside
Like it plays as Richie dies
As Pete and Stephanie realize that she’s gonna have to kill him
At the very end in dirty dudes must die
It’s just an iconic song
Also Joey’s voice is AMAZING
“If I could finally break the rules I would know that IM NOT A LOSER”
Of HIS WORLD HE IS THE RULER
He’s as cool as she thinks he is and she’s as smart as he thinks she is
It’s so cute
Like it’s inspiring in a way
And it’s like he’s finding himself.
LOVE IT
OHHHHHHH SHUT UP-Max
06)Go Go NightHawks
ITS LIKE THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL YEAH
N
I
G
H
T
AHH AHH 🦅🦅
FIGHT 🥊💥
Fuck YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED
YOU FUCKING LOSERS
I literally just love this song and that’s why it’s high
Like literally no other reason other than this song gets me crunk
I wanna whoop clivesdales asses
Bitch ass hoes
Like I did not like my own school rallies this much
But I would love to aten one of these football games
05)Hatchet Town
He is Dan Reynolds with Action News
WHOS SWINGING THE HATCHET NOW?
I think her name is Bryce I am not sure
But the pretty woman who sings the slow part
So beautiful and her voice is literally out of this world
“I REMEMBER BEFORE THE LOCKDOWN THE SUN WAS SHINING ON OUT TOWN AND OUT KIDS COULD WALK THE STREETS”
Literally I was blown away when I heard this part
And I honestly just really like this song
Like it perfectly portrays how people act when anything happens
Like shifting the blame and causing hysteria when all you really need to do is be vigilant and listen to what the professionals are saying
But then also the people in charge don’t know what they’re doing so it’s like WTF do we do
“YEAH ITS GOT TO BE DONNA”
It’s a chaos song that depicts people properly
I feel like most of their songs depict people pretty well.
Like yeah it’s exaggerated but it’s accurate as well.
I also like dancing around to this song like I’m being sneaky and gossipy
“Someone’s got their hands on the hatchet handle” 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️
04)Literal Monster
I LOVE THIS SONG
The only reason it’s not higher is because I listen to the other songs more
But OH MY GOD
everyone’s vocals immaculate
The dancing?
Amazing
Like actually literal monster is so good
“HE ROARS AND WE CRY HES THE REASON WE RUN AND HIDE”
Is her name Kim? I think this is Kim
I LOVE HER VOICE
Also everything about this song is just like YES this is how you do a musical
Also I think the guy who plays Max is named Will?
This is my first time ever hearing him sing and actually it’s so good
He’s the goofiest bully to exist like HUH
His little dancie dance is so funny
He’s like a Fortnite character
He doesn’t need anyone to tell him high school will be his peak
Also his obsession with Grace is so funny and comes out of nowhere.
And the fact that he hates nerds like her but somehow wants to smash even though there are more than enough people who are probably willing makes me think he genuinely likes her but would never admit it.
He’s a literal monster (lmao rip bozo)
03)Dirty Dudes Must Die
BROTHER
When I tell you I am obsessed
I mean I am literally listening to this song like a dozen times a day
And I sing it at the top of my lungs
I’m actually in love with this song
The only reason it’s not number one is that I like the vocals of the other songs better
“WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOU WHEN YOUR BODYS GONE? THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCE FOR WHAT YOUVE DONE”
Like YES
“ARE YOU HARD BC YOURE STRESSED?” (What?) “OR IS THIS A POWER I NOW POSESS?!”
Like yes girl use your haunted poosay to kill everyone YES
Like actually her arc is so good to me even though it’s like not what you’d expect/think would happen
Like you would be like oh Christian girl has sex and realizes that it’s not that bad and that she doesn’t have to be a radical religious person
But instead she’s like yeah okay I’m gonna use my new evil powers for GOD and now no one is gonna stop me
She goes from crazy to crazier and I love it
Angela is the love of my life
Like actually she makes me wanna act
And also be absolutely insane but that’s a different topic
Good song gets me hype.
02)Dirty Girl
YESSSJSJAKWOWKNSKWLA
I know this song makes people uncomfy
But I am a horny girl and this song literally gave me whiplash when I first watched like
GIRL ME TOO
Their vocals and just the song itself is so good
Like her struggle with staying true to her religion and herself but also now feeling lust and want for someone that she previously never would’ve thought about before
And it does prove that Max is right about Grace being kinky af because as we see her descent into madness the things that she’s into are things that I know Christian people would be horrified at
Like when they bring him to the Waylon house and he’s aggressive and she’s like OH YEAH THIS IS GOOD
This song is just like look at her try to deny what she’s feeling and look at her struggle with something that many other people religious or not struggle with and look at how badly she handles it
Like if her parents would’ve handled this better Max would not have died
She is hungry for more and now her judgement is all cloudy because of ONE BOY
Everything could’ve been avoided if she was raised to believe that lusting is okay, feeling those feelings is okay
You don’t have to act on them but LORD they aren’t something that is wrong to feel.
It just makes it worse when you try to suppress things
But alas she lives in a no moan household.
01)Nerdy Prudes Must Die
IM SO SORRY RICHIE BUT THIS SONG IS ICONIC
Literally the name of the musical
And rightfully the best song
Jon’s acting and voice is AMAZING
Will sounds amazing
Like actually I could not stop repeating the “will you pray for me, when I’m gone?” Part for WEEKS
Like I’m still singing it to myself
It’s so good
IM NOT A LOSER
Like brother how he just sings that part is like OH MY GOD
Like everything about this song is good
And the fact that Max is like Yeah I couldnt care less how you actively dismembered me and defiled my body(his nipples) and buried him in an abandoned old house.
Like everything about this song is also tragic
Because everyone is celebrating his disappearance
And at this point I feel like he has to have seen that they’re celebrating.
And he was so close to changing
We see that he’s an asshole because of his family life which is tragically the reality of a lot of bullies and hurt people in general
So to have him on the brink of maybe changing and then dying and being dismembered and buried in a place no one knows he’s buried in
Is so sad in a way
Like we don’t even get to see if he would have changed because he does
And when he comes back as a literal monster he’s hurt and angry and wants revenge on the people and people like the people that got him killed even if it was an accident.
This musical is genuinely so good UGH
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thefandom-casserole · 1 month
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Episode 51 Notes-
THE INTRO ALREADY IS THE BEST ONE THEYVE EVER DONE EVER
DVER
DAHJKUDGHJJGDTHH
OMG
once made a bill nye song parody for my step dad cause he’s a fire fighter and it was just. Fantastic 
My headphones are not working 😭 
Taylor Teen Fact: Our Taylor Swift would never leave Japan for anybody/any game
Linc Teen Fact: Lincoln only has only one thing on his wall unrelated to soccer “Best son/student award” from Grant and Marco
Scary Teen Fact: Scary doesn’t use an umbrella ever. She looks up at the rain to get the emo mascara smudge 
Normal Teen Fact: The Oak-Garcia families only thing they can agree on is a 60 frames/second motion TV 
Love how much Freddie loves that 
Porn update!!!
Anthony Fact: They’re starting shooting in March!! WILLY STAMPLER AND ANTHONY BURCH IN HIS PORN JESUS CHRIST OMG
Beth… 
This is gonna be good
I’m excited
Lincoln is still trapped :<
Wowwww Taylor and Normal are fighting 
Oh boy
Mercedes my beloved <333
Love how Normal is like “Taylor… Taylor…” like a dog
HERO AAFJHHHGHHHQHAJAHAJSJDJJSSNJSJSN
HERO AHAHAHAHSHSHSBBAJAHAH
I LOVER HER
Taylor and Hero omg….
Hero does Track!!!
I cannot hear the phrase let me cook again after watching Slimecicles one vod omg
Chapperal vs Teen High hehehehe
Track goes through everything fr
Highschool sports are crazy
Hero and Normal the siblings of all time!!!!!
ANGELS COME FOR HERO KABAJAJAJAJAHHAHAHAHAHHA
OMG
The fucking dank memes
Reminds me of this kid in my class holy shit
Larry sounds so excited there “YES! Yes!”
“A phase you go through”
A phrase- a life style 
Oh god
“You’re a very smart kid Larry”
This is bad for scary holy shit
AMRS ICY
IM SCARY
Circle of death holy shit holy shit holy shit ahhajajahshs 
Ha get Willy’s ass
DOOD ON NO
“You got me!”
Oh dear
Sonic mention!!
Jezz ball!!!! I love Jezz Ball
This whole bit was hilarious
SCARY HAS BURN SCARS NOW TOO
HERMIE NORMAL AND SCARY
Linc already is playing with a soccer ball!!!
“I love my parents, I love my spouses. But loves not real so I don’t feel anything at allllllll”
DARRYL
Finger puppet if Carol
This is a craft podcast 
Darryl and Linc interaction is giving me life actually
Glenn!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matt playing so many characters this is lovely 😭 
LINCS COMPELYE FOXUS ON SOCCER IS ABAIANJAJSND
Freddie has another plan 💀 
Glenn was in prison before!!
Darryl and Glenn…. Holy shit I love them so much
Linc is so funny
There’s no world where it wasn’t a Nat one
Ron!!!!!!!!!!! He’s singing!!!!!! Agajjajajahahsjsh
Ron and Henry!!!
I love the daddies so much
Erin O’Neil!!!!!!!!! My wife!!!!!!!
Operation Black Friday into Heaven
Taylor going through his Anime Villain arc at the end of the season 😭 
Scary and Linc’s soccer thing!!!!!
I missed a bunch
HERMIE!
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It’s going to be a fic and some of the characters may seem under developed at first it’s because I want to build them and not have them confined to “helpless princess” or whatever lmao
Belle: Astrid
“Beast”: Hiccup
Gaston: Eret son of Eret
LeFou: Gustav
Miss Teapot: Heather
Chip: Dagur
Chadswick: Tuffnut
Cogsworth: Fishlegs
Belle’s Friend: (hear me out) Snotlout
(O/c?) Castle Staff: Ruffnut
Before you ask, yes I can explain them. (And am open to constructive criticism)
———
So the main ship would be hiccstrid and while hiccup isn’t a “beast” per say the difference is,
“the chief had made a horrible mistake. He had tried to cut down a light fury. She was freyja in disguise and cursed all the riders (except Astrid and snot loud tbe later) as kids to be trapped in a castle (where they befriended dragons) until someone could learn to love a dragon AND the chief’s son genuinely…” (not the light fury trying to get hiccup a date lol)
snotlout is the best friend and only friend of Astrid and he likes hearing her tell him stories and they protect each other like siblings! Especially against Eret son of Eret, the self proclaimed “promised child” of berk. Man picked up a sidekick (Gustav) and is trying to get Astrid to marry him lmao
also the relationship between heather and David would be brother and sister, not mother and son.
the second ship would be a bit of a slow burn rufflout that comes to fruition by the song “evermore” or “tale as old as time”
the village plot is to “kill the beasts” they’re after all the dragons in the castle but mainly Hookfang and toothless because of their species…
I chose cogsworth for fish legs for obvious reasons, being very smart and mistrusting of Astrid and her nature at first but eventually warming up to her.
and tiff it as Chadwick…. I mean COME ON! Man is dramatic as shit! Also the whole “be our guest song with him singing it is just… *chef kiss* (ha I’m funny)
oh and valka is kinda x-x
but hey! She can still talk to him! Through a life sized mirror!
I’m also thinking about giving Eref a last minute redemption arc at the very end… when a certain rumblehorn saves his life…
so anyway… that’s my idea lmao
oooo i love that idea actually, the riders just getting trapped in a dragon-infested castle while astrid and snotlout try to figure out what is going on
also my boy eret being a bit of a cocky bastard with gustav running around behind him is so funny to me (I hope u go with the idea of a redemption arc cos he really would need it lol)
this has a lot of interesting ideas to play around with especially for all the character dynamics (ahhhhhh I cant wait for the dynamics (can you tell))
im really excited for this now i cant wait for you to start posting it :)))))
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dasparkmaneyt · 1 year
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My Series ‘Elemental Masters’ will soon be released here on Tumblr, here’s some incorrect quotes for ya
Shadow pouncer: we’ve lost them!
Swift Swipe: I’ve got this
Swift Swipe: DAWN ISNT SMART ENOUGH TO BE THE ELEMENTAL MASTER!
Dusk: [Bursting out of the forest in flames] BITCH
Amber: [poking her head out of a hole] WHAT
Jasper: [also in said hole] THE
Char: [also poking her head out of the hole] FUCK
Flint: [who wasn’t in that hole but in a different hole] DID
Wolf: [ready to defend his girlfriend] YOU SAY ABOUT MY GIRL?!
Dawn: [walking out of a cave holding a bag of nuts] hey did you know nuts may contain nuts?
Swift Swipe: I appear to be correct
Viper: the moon looks nice tonight
Dusk: not as good as you
Viper: [intensely blushing]
{outside}
Amber: should we tell them that’s a tortilla you just threw at the window?
Dawn: nah
Dusk: here’s all the possible places Dawn could’ve gone
Queen Blaze: this is the whole continent
Jasper: we have no clue where she is
[Blister being knocked out on complete accident]
Burn: we gotta hide the body!
Viper: [rolling Blisters body on a carpet] go get the twins to help!
[Dawn and Dusk walking in with Slushes]
Dawn: oh shit
Dusk: [helpful husband roles kick in] I’ll help!
Dawn: I ain’t, I wanna hear the story!
Queen Blaze walking in: what are you doing?
Burn: we’re playing a game!
Queen Blaze: Called?
Dawn: [completely deadpanned] guy in a carpet
Sunset: YOUR HAVING A LITTLE SIBLING!
Dawn: I’m going to the Haven
Hawk: hatching next week
Dusk: VIPER PACK A BAG! WERE GOING TO THE HAVEN FOR A MONTH!
Viper: WHY?! ITS SO COLD THERE!
Dawn: I’m never returning
[the next week]
Sunset: another boy!
Dawn: his name is Smoke
Dusk: why do you get to name it!
Dawn: because I’m now the middle child!
Dusk: AND?! IM THE OLDEST!
Hawk: I like Smoke
Sunset: agreed
[twins yelling at each other as Hawk, Sunset and Smoke all cuddle up]
Sunset: YOUR HAVING A LITTLE SIBLING!
Dawn: I’m going to the Haven
Hawk: hatching next week
Dusk: VIPER PACK A BAG! WERE GOING TO THE HAVEN FOR A MONTH!
Viper: WHY?! ITS SO COLD THERE!
Dawn: I’m never returning
[the next week]
Sunset: another boy!
Dawn: his name is Smoke
Dusk: why do you get to name it!
Dawn: because I’m now the middle child!
Dusk: AND?! IM THE OLDEST!
Hawk: I like Smoke
Sunset: agreed
[twins yelling at each other as Hawk, Sunset and Smoke all cuddled up]
Dawn: [singing horribly] GRAVITY DON'T MEAN TOO MUCH TO ME!!
Wolf: oh my stars-
Wolf: DAWN GET OFF THE CLIFF!
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scionshtola · 1 year
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top 5 songs you’ve been into lately? and/or top 5 black sails scenes/references/quotes? 🫶
ty dani!! the black sails one will be so hard agdhsj
top 5 songs i’ve been into lately
clarity by vance joy
already gone by dermot kennedy
love, let me sing you from bernarda alba
breathe from in the heights
oh caroline by the 1975
top 5 black sails quotes etc ahhh (i’m doing these off the top of my head sorry if i get something wrong!)
“they tell their children to stay close to the light. their light, their reason, their judgment. because in the darkness there be dragons. but it isn’t true. we can prove that it isn’t true. in the dark, there is discovery. there is possibility—there is freedom in the dark, once someone has illuminated it. and who has been so close to doing that as we are right now?”
”they took everything from us. then they call me a monster? the moment i sign that pardon, the moment i ask for one-i proclaim to the world they were right. this ends when i grant them my forgiveness, not the other way around.”
max’s apology to anne in season 4 but specifically “i’m so sorry for working so hard to protect the wrong things. for failing to see that there is nothing important that does not include you.”
”i want to watch this city—this city that you purchased with our misery—burn. i want to pull the lever with my own two hands.” :( so good though
”these men who brought me here today do not fear me. they brought me here today because they fear you. and they know that my voice, my voice that refuses to be enslaved, once lived in you…but know this. to fear death is a choice. and they can’t hang us all. get on with it, motherfucker.” (I FORGOT THE MIDDLE IM SORRY)
special shout-out to anne’s “it ain’t fear to want to do a hard thing smart” and max’s “this place is just sand eleanor it cannot love you back” and flint’s “everyone is a monster to someone. if you are so convinced that i am yours, i will be it.” and silver’s “are you FUCKING kidding me?”
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briarhips · 2 years
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If anyone ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever suggests a ~zoom “hangout”~ to me again I’ll seek them out and shoot my self in the foot in front of them w/o breaking eye contact I fucking hate zoom
#I’m singed im burned I’m smarting!!!!!!!#also fed up. how can u live in another state constantly go on abt the places u go w ur boyfriend and then come back to ur og state aka where#I am and tell me and 2-3 other friends ur too afraid to go to a fucking. MALL or smth when I myself work there everyday and am. fine. mall#or anywhere else equivalently busy. if we end up hanging out at my house again I’ll explode I am the one who needs time away from home the#most. ik I sound like a fussy prick but I am tiredddddd ppl r so dumb and impossible !!!!!#mine#it’s like. I get being cautious 110% I do but also r u fucking kidding we only have /one guaranteed day/ just /one/ holy fuck.#not two texts into planning and scaredy cats give up and say we could always zoom. why wait for break too fucking ZOOM. if u rlly wanted to#zoom so fucking bad why didn’t I initiate plans to do so during the semester? the same reason none of us did and it’s Bc zoom fucking sucks#as a substitute for actual connection AND. most ppl in this group live on dorms and have college besties anyhow so they’re not as insane in#the head rn as I am and have been or so I assume or so it seems or so it feels#it just reeks of a lack of care and so much laziness. like trying to plan a date w someone and they shrug and go well uh I guess there’s mcd#or the parking lots I frequent double shrug#in-fucking-sulting. why oh why r these ppl my only options I feel used#*why didn’t u initiate#I literally woke up from dehydration and now I’m pissed Bc a friend pitched a rlly fun idea in a crowded place and ik she’ll be shot down Bc#some ppl still shamelessly indulge their middle school esque anxiety and paranoia Bc they like how it makes them look or fucking Smth ughhhh#cue the weepy whining like oh u can all hang w/o me it’s ok it’s fineeeee like why wpuod we do that we r not assholes <3 but also u r taking#advantage of that fact whether u know it or not <3
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fairestwriting · 3 years
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Hi ❤️❤️
Can I ask for HC of Twisted Wonderland? Like, Riddle, Malleus, Epel, Vil and Azul has a crush on Yuu/reader and ask them what's their type, so Yuu/reader start to describe their type (in a jokingly way) like in GUY. EXE (a song)
Ignore this if you don't like it, im sorry if i'm being annoying
Anyways, remember drink water ❤️
thanks so much for all the sweet words! this took me a bit because ive never listened to that song before this fkskfdkl thank you for introducing me to it though i really like it
Riddle Rosehearts
He’ll ask you the question short of shyly, when you two are at Heartslabyul’s common area together, drinking some tea.
Never heard the song, so when you giggle and go “A doctor, a model, a man of possibilities.” in a sing-songy tone he’ll just nod, looking down at his teacup with reddish cheeks.
You’ll have to tell him it’s a song or he’ll go his whole life thinking that’s the sort of guys you’re into.
He also has high standards for himself (And others) so he doesn’t think it’s unreasonable? He’s sort of proud of you for knowing what you want and knowing your value actually.
Makes a little mental note to hopefully become the sort of person you could fall for. You’ll notice a little determined sparkle on his eyes when that happens.
Malleus Draconia
“Nice car, a CEO, and almost just as smart as me.” You say, and Malleus eyes subtly go wide.
Doesn’t recognize the song either, and I’m pretty sure they don’t have CEOs in the Valley of Thorns, so he’ll ask for clarification on what that is.
Just as earnest as Riddle, if not more. He’ll be patiently waiting for more information on what kind of man you’d want to be with. He could probably do that, right?
The implied high standards won’t faze him either, but, wow, he’s really impressed with your confidence. How refreshing it is to see somebody acting like that around him. Has a little moment internally because of how fearless he sees you as.
Please tell him it’s a joke. Once he knows what a CEO is he will try to become one as courtship.
Epel Felmier
You two are procrastinating on your studies and making some light conversation when he asks the question, flushed pink up to his ears. He’d been thinking about asking it for a while, and now was his chance.
He is so, so depressed when you go “Six feet tall and super strong, we’d always get along.” though.
Possibly heard the song before but when the height thing hits it hits hard. Sighs in complete defeat. Ah, so he’s no good after all, he’s barely 5′1...
If you didn’t notice his crush before you will now, it’s like a raincloud instantly appears over his head.
Remind him it’s a song and you’re kidding because his heart just shattered into a million pieces.
Might approach you long after this interaction, if he’s feeling bold, and ask, just to be sure, if you’d be okay if your boyfriend isn’t very tall, right? You wouldn’t mind if he’s actually pretty small, would you?
Vil Schoenheit
Definitely recognizes the song instantly.
“Oh, he’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late, ‘cause I don’t like to wait, no.” You sing, smirk on your face, and Vil chuckles.
“Kind and ain’t afraid to cry, or treat his momma right” He’ll sing back at you, amused “You have good taste for a potato."
I think he'd like the song. He relates to it in a way, having really high standards for who he'd date himself. It also just has a fun beat Vil can appreciate from time to time.
Keeps quizzing you on what your type would be, though. You quoting the song only makes him more curious, are you the type to have high standards as well? A part of him hopes you are. Vil thinks you only deserve the best of the best.
Turns the conversation into subtle flirting somehow. Praises you if you do in fact have high standards, while also showing off his qualities a bit. Wants you to know he could be your picture perfect guy, if you want him to.
Azul Ashengrotto
You're having dinner in Mostro Lounge together when he brings the topic up, hoping to tailor his plan to woo you that had been already in the works (And not going too well until now, admittedly...)
Instead of getting the insight he was hoping to, though, what Azul gets is you grinning as you go I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to, a gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom." before bursting into giggles.
"That's... a very bold response." He'll say, keeping his cool businessman smile, but the tips of his ears are burning red.
Another one that has never heard the song, and will think you're serious. He's taking mental notes, ready to question you further as you eat.
Hoping to let you know that, hey, he can do all these things you want your ideal boyfriend to do! He'll slide in comments about how capable he is as you talk -- Unless you just go on with the song quoting, if you do that he'll lose track of himself eventually.
It's just a lot of requeriments. You can see his eyes widening at them. He's internally panicking a bit but, but -- Surely he can do all of that, right? As long as he works as hard as he can...
Another one that needs to be warned that it's a joke before he does something crazy.
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atlabeth · 3 years
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fever - sokka x reader
this has been sitting in my drafts half finished for 3 weeks so i thot it was prime time i actually finished it
this is kinda based off the song w dua lipa and angele so you can listen to that if you want
summary: sokka's convinced there's a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he's completely oblivious that the only 'sick' you are is lovesick, and he's the reason you can't focus.
a/n: i have never written a sickfic. but this is like. a fake sick fic. its an idiots in love fic. i mean this is coming from mr "is he taller than me? is he better looking?" himself so. it makes sense. as usual, this is not proofread bc im a lazy mf
also im sorry for being vague with the calc but i was NOT about to do math during summer who do you think i am? ??
wc: 1.7k
warning(s): mentions of being sick and 🤢calculus 🤮 but otherwise tooth rotting fluff
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How could the smartest man you knew be so, so incredibly stupid?
You thought that you were being obvious, so obviously that you were sure he knew. It was embarrassing how obvious you were.
You had met Sokka in your calculus class at the start of the new semester after you ended up sitting next to each other, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were immediately smitten. With eyes like the ocean and a face that had to have been crafted by the gods, you were almost too distracted to respond when he asked you for a pencil. But when he winked at you after giving his thanks, it only solidified what you had already suspected: you had known this man for all of five minutes, and you already had a crush on him.
Little did you know, it was going to turn into the most infuriating crush you had ever experienced.
You and Sokka became fast friends even though calculus was the only class you had together. Unfortunately, it was also something that you completely sucked at. Bad news, it was required for your major. Good news, Sokka was some sort of genius and offered to tutor you — Wednesdays in the library turned into a weekly occasion, and served as an opening for your calculus skills, your feelings for Sokka, and your exasperation to all grow stronger.
You normally weren’t someone to beat around the bush. If you started to like someone, you told them and dealt with whatever happened after, but something about Sokka just kept you from spilling your feelings outright. You knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, your relationship likely wouldn’t change, but there was still that tiny voice that said it’s better to stay like this in case things do go wrong — and this was the first time you listened to that voice. You simply valued your friendship too much.
But that didn’t mean you were going to be completely quiet about it — you hoped that if you did enough, he would be able to realize you liked him and do the whole process for you. A bit of a dim hope, but crushes make people do stupid things.
Things like bringing an extra coffee to every session, laughing at all his jokes (even the bad ones), sitting a little closer to him than usual, not dropping out of this wretched class so you could spend time together (it might’ve been required, but you still counted it). He didn’t make a point to object to anything, so you knew you weren’t making him uncomfortable — but you had concluded after nearly a whole semester of working and studying together that he was the most oblivious person in all of Ba Sing Se. He could teach you all kinds of formulas, but had no idea that you liked him. Grand.
Today was arguably the most important session out of any of them, seeing as your next class was the final, so it was only fitting that Sokka unknowingly made himself more interesting than any material you could’ve been working with. His arms were going to be the death of both you and your calc grade. You swore that the heat rushing to your cheeks was actually emanating off of you.
“Hey, Y/N!” Sokka grinned as he saw you and raised a hand in greeting, a sentiment you would’ve returned had it not been for the coffee cups in your hands. You settled for mirroring his grin and settled down in the seat across from him. You slid his coffee cup over, set your own down, then shrugged your bag off all before taking a seat.
“You ready to study ‘till your eyes bleed?” he asked, prompting a nervous laugh from you.
“You jest, but my eyes might actually start bleeding depending on how long we go,” you sighed. “There’s a reason I got an extra shot of espresso today.”
“Come on — by now you should know that you have nothing to worry about! I am the best teacher there is, and you got me all to yourself.”
Your eyes widened momentarily and you coughed, purposefully averting your gaze to give yourself some time to recover. Okay, he was going to make it really hard to focus today. “Let’s just get into it.”
He nodded and flipped open his notebook, beginning to talk as he rifled through his bag for a few extra things. “Okay, we’re just gonna start with going over the basics, then we’ll work our way up. There’s a couple practice problems on that page, so you can go ahead and answer those as a warmup.
You slid the notebook over in front of you and after approximately five seconds of looking at the first problem, found yourself studying Sokka rather than the material. Who could blame you? In the battle of cute tutor boy versus calculus, he was going to win every time.
He turned around and you immediately averted your eyes once again, trying to appear extremely involved, but you found that your mind was empty on anything to do with math. “Hey, uh— how do you do this first one? I’m totally blanking here.”
“We use limits in everything — this is actually something you’re really good at!” He studied you intensely and frowned. “Are you okay? Like, you’re not sick or anything, are you? You seem kinda out of it.”
You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “No, no — I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired.” As if to demonstrate your lie, you took a sip from your coffee and cringed internally. Love had turned you into an idiot.
He seemed to buy it as he nodded and picked up the pencil, scribbling a couple of notes as he explained the first problem to you. “Does that make sense?” You nodded and he handed the pencil back to you. “Okay — the other ones follow the same kind of process. It should be easy enough.”
You managed to get a little further in the second problem, but your lovestruck mind would not stop focusing back on Sokka every time you tried to do, well, anything. Curse him and his perfect arms, and eyes, and hairstyle, and everything.
You shook your head and set the pencil down once more, letting loose a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Yes, you did. “I just can’t focus at all.” Because of you. You picked up your cup once more and took a sip, hoping it would do something to get you back into the math state of mind.
Sokka frowned once more as he put the back of his hand against your forehead. “God, you’re hot.” You nearly choked on your coffee as your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets — he had to know what he was doing by now — how could he not? “Like, you’re completely burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, I swear— I just…” you set your cup down on the table and heaved a sigh that was a touch more exasperated than necessary. “Are you telling me you seriously haven’t noticed? Like, not a single thing this whole year?”
“I’ve noticed a lot of things this year,” he chuckled. “It’s kind of our whole job, so you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific.”
You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sokka, I’m not— I’m not sick! Haven’t you noticed that I’m only ever flustered, or running into things, or forgetting info, or— or just a complete idiot when I’m around you? I like you, like, a lot, and I have for an embarrassingly long time! The reason I can’t focus is because I am hopelessly attracted to you in every single way.”
His brows creased for a moment and you clamped your mouth shut, worried that you had just ruined everything. It was only after a pause that felt like a century that he finally responded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”
You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in pure surprise before the annoyance set in. You set your jaw as your brows furrowed and you hit him lightly on the side of his arm with the back of your palm. “You can’t be serious! You— you’ve gotta be messing with me by now. I really can’t believe that you can be that smart but this oblivious!”
He finally let the grin play across his lips in full force and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I don’t know how you don’t expect me to mess with you when you scrunch up your face all cute like that every time you get mad. Besides, I started liking you after that fifth class; I offered to help you out so I could spend more time with you! I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I kinda just enjoyed the free coffee and getting to look at you all the time.”
“I can’t believe you!” you cried as you hit his other arm. “You’re telling me that I had to deal with this- this mental turmoil about whether you liked me back, while you were just enjoying the free eye candy and coffee the whole time?”
“You have nothing to worry about! I enjoyed the company far more than the coffee,” he joked, a certain twinkle in his eye. “But, you are probably out a couple twenties after all of that. So, what do you say about this Saturday, the cafe by the shoe store? My treat.”
“Damn right it’s your treat,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “You owe me a lot — you have to make up for those coffees and all the emotional distress you caused.”
“Oh, I think I’ll have plenty of time to make up for lost time. After all, we do have a lot of coffee dates to get through.” And when he winked at you just like that first day, you remembered just how impossible it was to be angry at Sokka. “But first, we kinda have to get through this study date. The final’s still happening tomorrow.”
You responded with a raised brow. “This is a study date?”
Sokka shrugged and grinned. “They’ve all been study dates. You just didn’t know it.”
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alfredolover119 · 3 years
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I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.
thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)
angsty zukka wips
first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe
-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen
-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!
An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.
Yeah, nah.
and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka
-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature
-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.
It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.
Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers
-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.
-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao
Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.
breakable heaven by @fruitysokka
-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen
-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.
With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.
angsty zukka fics (completed!)
(i’ll put these in wc order)
lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka
-7k, rated g
-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.
Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.
This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas
-9k, explicit
-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 
If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.
put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci
-9k, teen
-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 
Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?
the thing about dancing by anodymalion
-9k, teen
-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.
The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.
i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey
-10k, mature
-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.
Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.
this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 
-18k, teen, major character death 
-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.
Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.
Anything for You by beersforqueers
-23k, explicit
-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 
In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.
Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead
-64k, mature
-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 
Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.
In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning
-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence
-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.
As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.
That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey
-103k, teen
-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 
In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?
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lesbobiwan · 3 years
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8 with Hunter 🥺 Please and thank you 😇
#8: "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Hunter
warnings: spanking as punishment, cunnilingus, the joys of trying to have a sex life while being a parent to a nosy child
(lets pretend that the galaxy is nice and the bad batch has both omega and crosshair on board. because im the writer and say fuck u cowboy hat man. also u guys r here for porn. not plot)
It wasn't like you were being serious. You only wanted to have a little fun.
Crosshair was just... conveniently there.
"You must have very steady hands," you remark, holding up Crosshair's hand to inspect them.
He smirks from around his toothpick, totally aware of what little game you're playing but always ready to fuck with his brother.
His fingers are more slender than Hunter's, nimble in a way that's beneficial for a man who lives his life on the trigger of a gun.
You've always valued thickness over length.
You continue to inspect Crosshair's fingers regardless.
He lets you ooh and ahh at his fingers and in turn gets a nice confidence boost while fucking with Hunter. A beneficial relationship.
The vein on Hunter's is getting exponentially larger with every second you spend touching Crosshair, but it isn't until Crosshair offers to give you a personal demonstration of how useful his fingers can be that Hunter stands up.
"Alright," Hunter's voice is short and clipped and sure to cause the best kind of pain for your backside. "Everybody out." He stands up from his bunk, drawing the attention of Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega.
"What?" Echo's voice is incredulous as he looks up from whatever he was tinkering with.
"Where are we going?" Omega asks, bouncing up to her feet.
You would smile at her overabundant enthusiasm if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to be fucked. Now.
Being a new parent really puts a damper on your sex life, which was already had to be a little sneaky to begin with when you shared a ship with four other people.
Hunter falters, mouth falling open but staying silent.
"Um, Hunter and I just need to talk about something real quick, sweetheart," you cover, excitement starting to build in your gut.
Tech scoffs and mumbles something under his breath.
Wrecker elbows him hard enough to shove Tech into the side of the bunk.
"Oh," Omega rolls onto the backs of her heels, "what about?"
Yup, you're tapped out for trying to come up with excuses to get a child out of the house so you can have sex.
You look at Hunter and gesture out towards Omega. Your turn.
"Uhm... adult stuff," Hunter stammers smartly.
"C'mon, kid," Wrecker plucks Omega up around the waist and hauls her under his arm like a ball, easily leading her out of the ship.
Tech and Echo are the next to rise, both of them hauling little scraps of machinery.
"You do know we're in the middle of nowhere," Tech reminds the two of you on your way out.
"Out, Tech."
Crosshair is the last to get up, groaning with the obvious tremendous effort it takes to stand up. "You owe me," he informs you, pointing one of his long fingers at you.
"Bye, Crosshair," you sing, reaching out to graze a finger along his wrist as he steps past you.
The tension in the ship is palpable.
"I can't help but feel like you're mad at me," you point out, eyes trailing over the way that Hunter's broad chest rises and falls with each of his deep inhales.
You see Hunter's nostrils flair — most likely breathing in your arousal. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, Hunter's eyes dilate. Definitely breathing in your arousal.
Still, he doesn't say anything.
"Me and Cross were just having some fun," you defend, cheeks growing red.
Suddenly, your grand idea doesn't seem that grand anymore.
"Do you want to do this here? Or in the bedroom?" Hunter steps closer into your personal space, so close you can smell the GAR issued soap on him mixed with something distinctly Hunter.
He's offering you a small bit of mercy, a small portion of control in your punishment.
Then you have to open your big mouth.
"We could always use Crosshair's bun — hey!"
Hunter's hand closes around your hair within one breath and the next.
"Hunter!" you cry out, hands scrambling at his wrist, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"
He sits on a bunk and — oh, fuck it's actually Crosshair's bunk, Hunter's actually doing this — sprawls you across his lap, one heavy hand on the back of your neck.
Heat rushes to your cheeks and your cunt. "Okay, this isn't funny," you say, while internally you beg for him to keep going, "let me up."
You don't try as hard as you should to get out of his grasp. You think Hunter knows.
"No." Hunter's grip on your neck tightens while his other hand drags both your pants and panties over your ass until they get stuck around your knees. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."
Shit. You rub your thighs together over his lap, one of your hands clasping around his ankle.
"How many do you think you deserve after that little stunt?" Hunter asks, though you know it's purely rhetorical. "Ten? Fifteen?" His hand swipes across the meat of your asscheeks, warming up the skin before he strikes it — another small mercy.
You hold your breath. You're sure any number you give will only be doubled.
Hunter huffs. "Smart girl," he comments at your silence. "Count."
That's all the warning you get before —
Smack!
You yelp at the first sting across your skin. The sound registers first before the pain. You jerk across his lap, kicking your legs out as you squeal.
The hand on the back of your neck tightens imperceptibly. "Forgetting something?"
"One!" you cry out, voice thick.
He offers you no praise. Not yet, at least. He knows this is light work for you. It's towards the end of your punishment that he'll have to start talking you through it.
Smack!
Hunter's palm lands on your opposite cheek, harder this time.
"Two!" you yelp, hands clenching around Hunter's ankle.
True to form, it takes more than a few spanks in order for you to begin to reach your limit. Your eyes get teary and you do your best to dig your face into the pristine sheets of Crosshair's bunk.
Still, despite your pain, you feel your inner thighs get slick with your arousal.
"That's my girl," Hunter coos, fingers turning almost gentle as he scratches at the nape of your neck. "Just a couple more, can you do that for me?"
His hand soothes the skin of your burning ass, but you jerk against him in sensitivity.
It's too much. Too much, you just want to be good for him now.
"Color?" Hunter prods, pulling his hand away from your stinging cheeks.
"Green!" you sob into the sheets.
Good girls take their punishment.
Hunter gives you one appraising squeeze to the back of your neck, distinctly different from how he grabbed it to get you under control, and wastes no time in delivering two succinct and brutal spanks — one to each cheek.
You wail out each corresponding number and allow yourself to devolve into tears against the sheets.
Hunter smoothes contact-warm palms over your ass cheeks, soothing the ache as best he can without getting up to grab some bacta. "Good girl," he praises, "such a good girl for me," his hand around the back of your neck slides up and begins scratching at your scalp just the way you like.
You feel your heart rate slowing down, and no doubt Hunter can too, under his careful ministrations. The ache in your ass is no less prevalent, but you can bare it.
Besides, you think as you begin to roll your hips against his thighs, there's another feeling you can focus on, instead.
Hunter chuckles, sliding the hand on your ass to dip between your thighs and ghost a finger along your folds, "Well, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"
You turn to look at him over your shoulder with teary eyes. "Please?"
Hunter flicks his thumb across your clit, and you jolt across his lap for a different reason this time. "Hands and knees, baby," he murmurs, patting your hip once to signal for you to move.
Your limbs feel sluggish as you pull yourself off his lap. "On the floor?" you ask as you start to lower yourself onto the cold ground.
A hand around your wrist stops you. "No. Right here."
Your eyes flew open. On Crosshair's bunk? Spanking you in one thing, but fucking you?
Your cunt burns in excitement. Crosshair will never forgive you and you'll never forget this.
You settle yourself onto your hands and knees on the worn-in mattress, and you don't have to wait long at all before broad, thick fingers are spreading your thighs open and a wicked tongue is pressing against your cunt.
"Fuck!" you cry out, back bowing as Hunter dives in.
His tongue is downright sloppy as he does his best to bury his face in your dripping folds. The sounds he's making against you are obscene and make your facial cheeks go almost as red as your ass cheeks.
Hunter groans against your cunt like it's the best thing he's eaten, and you tremble with the vibrations.
Fuck, you're so close already, it's not even fair.
His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks.
"Hunter!" you sob, falling face first into the mattress. Your thighs tremble beneath his hands.
After being spanked within an inch of your life, your orgasm is tittering along a cliff's edge, ready to be knocked over by the barest gust of wind that comes along in the form of Hunter sliding two thick fingers into your cunt and curling.
You fall apart around him, lips falling open in a wordless scream as your walls clench around his fingers. His relentless lips that sucked at your clit switch to slow licks as you ride out your orgasm.
Hunter pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy with a wet squelch. Immediately, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
You watch behind heavy eyelids as Hunter licks up every last drop of your release — you also notice the large wet spot in the front of Hunter's pants.
The knowledge that he came in his pants like some fresh-faced cadet is almost enough to have you wanting a second round.
"C'mon, baby," Hunter rasps, "Let's get you cleaned up."
~
When the rest of the crew comes back, Crosshair takes one look his bunk, with a wet spot from your tears and the crumpled up sheets and immediately groans.
"You're both disgusting. You're washing my sheets," he complains, pulling them off his bed as best he can without touching too much of them.
"Why?" Omega asks, popping her head in out of nowhere. "What'd they do?"
Yeah, Hunter can deal with that one too, you think as you burrow your face deeper into his chest and close your eyes.
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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years
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VALERIE - Part II. (Harry Styles)
thank you so much for all the love you have showed to the first part of valerie! im so happy you are just as excited about the story as i am so i hope i won’t let you down.
if you are enjoying the story please make sure to give it a like and reblog so it can reach even more people and of course as always im more than happy to read your thoughts and comments on the part!
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Working on a major report you have to finish by the end of the week, you are completely focused on your computer’s screen when your phone buzzes on the desk next to the keyboard. You grab it and answer the call without even checking the screen.
“Y/N,” you say into the phone.
“What’s your size?”
Harry’s voice pushes you out of focus as you grimace unintentionally.
“Since when do you have my number? And what the Hell are you talking about?”
“Since I asked for it from your sister,” he tells you matter-of-factly. “And I’m asking you what size shirts you wear.”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“Because I’m trying to dress up as you for Halloween.” Your eyes widen at his comment, but soon enough he continues. “Because I found cute matching shirts for godparents and a goddaughter and I wanna buy it, but I don’t know your size.”
“Oh,” you say, finally understanding the situation. “What kind of shirts?”
“It’s Fairy Godparents themed, thought it would be funny to wear it at maybe Christmas or something. But only if you are up for it.”
“Yeah, sounds fine,” you nod and give him a little guide to what sizes you usually wear, letting him decide which information he needs for the shirt he wants to buy.
“Have you thought about what you are buying for Val for Christmas?” he asks once you put the topic of your size aside.
“Harry, it’s the middle of October. I don’t even think about Christmas presents until the 15th of December,” you let out a tired sigh.
No matter how bad you want to start shopping in time every year, you have failed every time so far, no exception.
“This proves that I’m the better godparent,” he huffs on the other end of the line.
“It’s not a competition, Harry,” you roll your eyes.
“But if it was, I would be winning. Anyway, I might go a little overboard with the present, so if I end up ordering something big, are you interested in teaming up? I don’t like to give the biggest present on my own, makes it feel like I’m bragging.”
“But you kind of are bragging.”
“That’s besides the point. So, do you want to share or not?”
“I guess we could,” you shrug your shoulders leaning back in your seat. Your legs feel numb as you finally straighten them under the desk, you haven’t even realized how long you’ve been sitting there, eyes glued to the screen.
“Perfect. Is that all?” you ask, not because you are impatient to leave the conversation, it’s been kind of pleasant, you just have a lot to do.
“So you’re really going on that blind date on Friday?”
You furrow your eyebrows at the sudden change in the topic and how boldly he just asked you about your private life. This was the last thing you expected from him.
“Why does that have anything to do with you?”
“Was just asking,” he says and you can see him shrugging his shoulders. “It’s an odd thing.”
“For you. I’m fine with it.”
“Are you though?”
“Why does that matter to you?”
“It doesn’t,” he simply answers. “At least there will be something to make a joke out of next time we meet,” he snorts and you roll your eyes at his comment. Now that sounded more like Harry.
“Unless you won’t have any information about it.”
“You seem to forget Steven gossips like a little girl and I can also have my ways with Rosa too. I’ll have the details before you even get home after the date.”
“You are so full of yourself, Styles,” you sigh, shaking your head.
“Yeah, and it seems like you were also full of me one time.”
“Go to Hell,” you spat, mocking his British accent that just makes him laugh. “If you are done making a joke out of me I’d like to get back to work.”
“Whatever, Love. We both know you just want to get away from this conversation so I don’t roast you even more.”
“Bye, Harry!” you sing before ending the line without even waiting for an answer. Harry Styles once again proved how talented he is in getting on your nerves.
 ***
 Marcus turns out to be a great company and you are finally sending your kudos to your sister for setting you up with a hot guy who is also smart enough to keep up the conversation and not bore you out of your pants.
He took you to a fancy restaurant that’s in the building of a hotel, a place you normally never go to, because it’s pretty much out of your budget, but Marcus was persistent on going there and paying for dinner. After the starter awkwardness you soon cool down and maybe that wine he ordered has helped you relax too. Marcus tells you about himself and then you do the same, just covering the usual fields of your life.
“I have to admit, when Rosa said she wants to set me up with her little sister I was hesitant at first,” he chuckles softly when your dishes finally arrive.
“You’re not alone with that.”
“Does she set you up often?”
You shake your head. “No, there was just one other time, but the guy was horrible, I have no idea why Rosa thought we would be a match.”
“I hope I’ve been better than him,” Marcus chuckles.
“Absolutely.”
You hear your phone buzzing in your purse and at first you just ignore it, but when it goes off two more times you sigh and reach for your purse.
“Sorry, I forgot to mute it completely,” you excuse yourself as you grab your phone and your plan was just to mute it, but then you see that you got three texts from Harry and your curiosity doesn’t let you slide over it so you quickly check them.
“Well done with your outfit.”
“Gives a great view of your legs.”
“Is it also this tight on your ass?”
You run over the messages two more times, staring at your phone in complete confusion. What is he talking about? How does he know what you are wearing?
“Is everything alright?” Marcus asks and you snap your eyes back at him.
“I, uhh—Yes, everything is fine, it’s just that…”
As your gaze runs over the place your anger immediately boils inside you when you spot that familiar grin at the bar. Harry is sitting right there with a scotch in his hand that he raises when you spot him. There’s another guy with him who you don’t know, but it seems like he is more focused on you than his friend.
“For fuck’s sake…” you breathe out clenching your jaw. “Excuse me for a second,” you tell Marcus who just curiously eyes you as you slide out of your seat and head over to the bar. As you march over to the grinning Harry you are literally fuming, ready to kill him right then and there.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you snap at him trying to keep your voice down. You wouldn’t want to make a scene for sure.
“Having a drink, what does it seem like?” he asks innocently, but his face tells you otherwise.
“How did you know I would be here?”
“Why do you think I went into such depths as finding out where your blind date would be? Can’t I be here by accident?”
“Nothing about you is an accident except the fact that I ever found you charming enough to sleep with you,” you growl back and earn a laugh from his friend. Harry wasn’t expecting such a harsh response for sure, you can tell it surprised him, but he doesn’t let it push him out of his cocky act.
“Was it Rosa and Steven?” you ask, folding your arms on your chest.
“What if both?” he asks smugly and God! You just want to smack him across the face.
“Why are you here, Harry?” you narrow your eyes at him.
“Maybe I just want those details first handed. It’s funnier to witness it all.”
“You know what? I don’t think that’s the truth. The reason why you are here is because you are afraid someone might treat me right and that I might have an experience that would just make you appear like an even bigger asshole than what you already are.”
Harry chuckles looking away from you, but you can tell you just wounded his confidence big time, so you decide to take it further.
“I made a mistake with hooking up with you, but I’m smarter now and I don’t start with little boys like you. I know my worth and what I deserve so I’d really appreciate it if you could move on and let me be. I know it’s hard to forget about me, but you’ll have to try.”
You mentally highfive yourself, because this time you actually made him shut his mouth, he has no retort as he opens his mouth but then closes it back. Flashing him one last bitter smile you turn around and walk back to your date and make sure Harry has a nice view of your ass. He can have one nice thing after getting so burned.
 Your little scene with Harry doesn’t ruin your date, especially because not long after you made his jaw drop to the floor he decided it’s best if he just leaves quietly. By the time you finished eating he was nowhere to be seen.
However you keep thinking about why he even chose to come there. It was way over that healthy line of picking on someone and being an annoying stalker. It’s one thing wanting to know the awkward details about your date, but showing up was definitely just too much.
Part of you was expecting him to call you the next day, maybe apologize, but more like to make a joke out of the whole thing but you don’t hear a word from him and it makes it easier for you to forget about it pretty fast.
A week later you are having dinner over at Rosa’s, just the three of you plus baby Valerie who you keep in your arms the whole night, not able to get enough of her cuteness.
“I knew you two would hit it off,” Rosa sighs with a proud smile and Steven just rolls his eyes at his wife.
“It was alright, yeah,” you nod with a soft chuckle. You just told them about your date with Marcus and you can tell Rosa feels like she just hit the jackpot. After that disastrous try you had last time Marcus was surely a change for the better.
Valerie looks up at you with her huge eyes as you flash a grimace at her, earning a short giggle before her attention diverts somewhere else. She is grabbing onto your finger, not letting go of it as if she is trying to hold herself in place by her grip.
“Funny thing, Harry showed up at the restaurant too.”
Rosa almost chokes on her water and Steven starts to cough very suspiciously. Glancing up at them you can tell they are both to blame Harry had any information about where Marcus was taking you.
“Really? That’s… odd,” Rosa clears her throat.
“Is it though? You don’t have to pretend like you had nothing to do with it.”
“I’m sorry, but he just makes you talk so easily, he always gets what he wants,” Rosa sighs, clearly feeling guilty about it. “But I didn’t think he would actually show up. I thought he was just curious.”
“Did he cause a lot of trouble?” Steven asks, worried his friend gave you a hard time. He is not wrong, but it’s not your intention to throw dirt on Harry.
“It was just awkward. I don’t see why he came there,” you admit, shaking your head as you adjust baby Valerie in your arms so she is sitting now on your lap, looking around the table curiously.
You catch a look Rosa and Steve shares and you immediately know something is up.
“What? Do you know something I don’t?”
“No, we definitely don’t,” Rosa shakes her head, fingers running up and down the glass in her hands. “I just… there could be one reason I think he went there for.”
“What is that?”
“You don’t want me to say it out loud, it’s silly, let’s just forget about it,” she tries to end the discussion, but there’s no way you let it slip.
“Rosa!”
“I was just thinking, that… considering the past you two have, he might have been… jealous?”
“That’s literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you scoff as you turn to Valerie. “Did your momma lose her mind, Princess?”
Valerie just looks at you curiously before smacking her little hands on the edge of the table, completely ignoring the conversation.
“I told you, you wouldn’t like this idea, but this is what I thought about.”
“Then stop thinking about it. There’s absolutely no way this is what it was about. Besides, our past is irrelevant. He was literally the biggest jerk to me when he had a chance with me. Why would have he blown that just to be up in my business now all jealous?”
“I didn’t say it doesn’t have any plot holes, but it could be a reason,” Rosa adds while Steven just hums next to her, not really taking part in the conversation.
Soon enough Steven takes Valerie up to put her to sleep while you and Rosa stay downstairs. You have moved on from Harry, but your mind keeps wandering back to him so you find yourself bringing him up again.
“What do you think about Harry? Aside from everything I’ve told you.”
You’ve always been curious how other people see him, since you had a very strong opinion on the guy that was tainted by everything that happened between the two of you.
Rosa takes her time thinking of her answer and you wait for her patiently. Leaning onto the table she rests her arms on it turning to face you.
“From what I’ve seen from him, he is a very loyal, caring and loving person. He and Steven have been friends for so long and Steven always told me how he could count on him no matter what and he has been proving the same to me. Have I told you he was the reason I got to wear the dress I dreamed of on my wedding?”
“What?” you ask surprised. “I didn’t know that.”
“Basically, I had that dress and a cheaper one held in the store until the day before the wedding. I knew we couldn’t afford the expensive one, but I guess I was hoping until the last minute for a miracle to happen and it seems like Harry was that. Steven asked him to pick the cheaper dress up because he was caught up with work that day. He told him specifically to bring the cheaper one and leave the other there. But when he arrived with the dress in the morning when I was getting ready, he had the expensive one. He said the lady asked which one he needed and when he said the cheaper one, the lady seemed sad and told him how much I loved the other one but I even told her I couldn’t afford it. Harry didn’t hesitate to pay for the difference the dress had over the cheaper one. I started crying the moment I saw that he had the one I loved and I was also panicking that I won’t be able to pay back to him.”
You listen to her in awe. It surely is a side of Harry you haven’t had the luck to see in the act, though you felt like you had a glimpse of it before the night of the wedding took a heated and then a quite sad turn later on. The Harry you got to know in the very beginning was the same Rosa was just talking about.
“Harry told me he won’t take my money, no matter how hard I tried to make a deal with him, he made his mind up and didn’t let me change it. I knew then that everything Steven told me about him is true. And I know he can be a cocky fucker sometimes,” she chuckles making you smile as well, “but he has a heart of gold for sure. And this is why I agreed when Steven told me he wants him to be the godfather. I want Val to learn from him, to look up to him, because I really think he can have an amazing impact on her.
“Listen,” she sighs leaning back in her seat and you watch her curiously. “I know that the two of you hate each other with passion, but… you can’t do it forever.”
You let out a long sigh looking down at your lap. It’s one of those sisterly talks when she’ll share her wisdom with you and you’ll just know she’s right. Rosa is always right. Well, mostly.
“I wasn’t there, I don’t know how he acted or what he told you exactly, but he is family now and one of you will have to take the first step. You’re wasting energy on the constant fighting, but I really believe you could work together as a team. I know it’s not just on you, I’ll try to have a talk with him as well. No matter what I think about why he showed up at your date, it was still an ass move. I’m just asking you to… be patient with him and maybe only say out loud half the insults you address to him in your head. That would be a nice start,” she chuckles and reaching over her hand squeezes yours as you nod quietly.
It almost hurts you how right she is. It doesn’t matter how pissed you are at Harry for everything he did and said in the past, you can’t keep on playing his ridiculous game forever. It consumes too much energy and time when you could just be neutral and coexist with each other happily in Valerie’s life. She doesn’t deserve to grow up seeing her godparents hate each other with a passion, that’s just not right. This time you gotta suck it up and move on from what happened, but everyone knows it can only happen if he cooperates as well. You can only hope he’ll take Rosa’s advice and show a nicer side of his face to you.
***
The room was exactly like battlefield, makeup and hair products laid on every possible surface as all the bridesmaids were getting ready, two hairstylists working on the girls while a third one was perfecting Rosa’s loose curls. Grabbing your dress you looked around for a possible corner where you could change since you were finished with hair and makeup, but you saw no free spot, so you had to be creative.
“I’ll go get changed in one of the other rooms,” you told Rosa before you walked out, down the hallway looking for an open and empty room you could use as a changing room for just two minutes.
Luckily you found one just two doors down the room Rosa and the girls were getting ready and taking a look around you made sure no one saw you sneak in there. It seemed once it was used as a smaller conference room, but now it was filled with boxes and extra chairs, looking more like a storage room. It was just fine for a quick change.
You quickly got rid of your plain shirt and jeans along with your bra since the dress had one sewed into it. You stood there, already in your dress as you were trying to get the zipper up, but it seemed like it got stuck.
“Great,” you grumbled, still jumping around hoping to find an angle where it slides right up, but it was stubbornly staying in the same spot. You were just about to gather your stuff and go back to the bride’s room and have someone zip you up when the door flew open and a tall, curly haired guy appeared with a suit on a hanger on his arm and a pair of shiny shoes in his other hand.
You jumped at the stranger’s arrival and he seemed just as surprised to see someone here as you were.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to be here.”
His British accent was thick through his words and it immediately made you think that he must be Harry, Steven’s best friend. You’ve heard about him before but never actually got the chance to meet him. Now standing in front of him with your back almost fully exposed you can’t help but feel a little shy. He surely has an intimidatingly handsome face and physique that shows even though his loose hoodie.
“I just snuck in here to get changed, I was just about to leave,” you explained yourself, holding your previous clothes to your chest along with the front of the dress so it didn’t fall.
“Your dress is… unzipped,” he pointed it out with a soft chuckle and you looked over your shoulder as if you had to check it for yourself, but you knew it well it was in fact unzipped.
“Oh, yeah. The zipper got stuck, I’ll just… have one of the girls help me.”
“Come here, let me help you,” he offered and you hesitantly, but turned around to show him your back.
His hold fingers made you jump a little when he reached for the zipper.
“Sorry,” he chuckled and you just shook your head letting him know it was alright.
It took him a few tries to get the zipper going, but it finally gave in and slid all the way up. Once it reached the top Harry ran his fingers over it gently as if he sealed it, the touch of his fingertips sent a shiver down your spine.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, turning around. “I’m… Y/N by the way,” you told him, holding out a hand that he took and shook with a charming smile on his soft looking, pink lips.
“Harry. You’re Rosa’s sister, right?”
“Yeah, and you’re Steven’s best friend.”
“I am,” he chuckled. “You look a lot like Rosa, if I might say.”
“We get it a lot. It’s the eyes, I think,” you told him. You and Rosa more or less have the same eyes and maybe share a similar jawline too that makes it pretty obvious that you two are sisters.
“Two sets of pretty eyes,” he smiled and your eyebrows rose at the compliment, feeling the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks.
“I… better get going, so you can change too,” you told him turning away and rushing to the door before he could realize how nervous he just made you.
“See you around, Pretty Eyes!” he called out after you.
 He called you Pretty Eyes quite often that evening. Whenever you met at the bar, when he sat next to you through dinner, when the two of you talked outside, a little farther away from the people having a smoke. But the last time he called you that was when the two of you were heading to his room, he was all over you, kissing you anywhere he could, hands gripping your waist greedily as you were trying to open the door with the card he handed you in the elevator. That was the last time he called you that. You haven’t heard this nickname from him since then.
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youranxiousnerd · 3 years
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The Transformation Thoughts
bc hsmtmts said gay rights
spoilers below
yesss seb doing the recap
wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug 
cow baby!!!
wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation
Natalie is back!!
ej and ricky with the mask
kourtney’s outfit!!!
ashlyn’s outfit...
ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works
RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?! 
i love it
ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise
ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL
like pop off
ricky and the mask
that mask is the true villain in season 2
“Belle, I-” flops
Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle
how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god
the cap
that damn mask
“It’s okay, it was just my face”
Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread
finally some ashlyn and ricky content
“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?
“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”
Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager
“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest
“There is math involved”
“OH” 
sassy seb
i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!
and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do. 
the crew cannot be that bad
btw here are my thoughts on this scene
guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours
portwell shoulder bump
ASHLYN I LOVE YOU
OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS
WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!
I WANT ANSWERS
i. cannot. with. this. show.
lily wtf
“is this too weird” yes
like why?
lily like actually shut up
big red’s “wtf”
let her be evil damnit
“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why
that was really weird, anyways
“he gets weird around tools”
me too
no give big red the drill he knows how to use it
someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run
why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope
“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”
“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”
HE DID THE FINGER GUNS
GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH
ashlyn’s bucket
CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT
OH MY GOD
they’re so gay soulmates
let big red have his skateboards
“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown
wait they havent talked in a week
Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years
“You’re still at school”
“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”
such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)
“ah, Sebby”
“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug
the girls ship seblos
“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”
alright here come the tears 
why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!
“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”
shiz that hit close to home. 
Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?
wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people. 
“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”
it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic
Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic
and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej? 
Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.
“The farmer type”
Ash and Red exchanging gossip
wait... why are they texting about this?
“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?” 
“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY
RICKY!!!!!!!!!!
!!!
carlos and gina chaotic siblings
give ej a hug 
“Sweet boy”
im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.
Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.
“Verging on failure”
jennzara therapy
slowwww burn
you go from hand holding to fist bump
disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”
so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?
do not play let you go for nini
do. not.
“You guys are a hallmark movie”
for once ricky is being smart
“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles
he is so whipped
“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”
that was so sweet and then there is bro
i love this show
“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro” 
him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship
i love ricky in this scene
“Yeah, let’s just write”
ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW
nina shut the actual hell up
“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood
“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING
GAHHHH
I LOVE IT
howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening
 “and begging”
“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.
he is so awkward around seb 
it’s like a switch
“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE
GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU 
GINA HONEY!!!
AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE
PORTWELL YESSSS
gina’s little run
“Am I in trouble?” 
they’re so nervous 
oh my god its time
“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG
can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?
“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”
seb is so whipped like look at him?
they’re so in love
seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”
the hands omfg
oh my god they’re going to dance
SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS
I WAS RIGHT
OH MY GOD
SHIT GUYS IM DYING
gah the hands i cant
carlos is leading i love it
the tie
a tie just killed me
im combusting
You’re honor, they’re in love
i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later
i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.
THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT
damnit big red
big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season
in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.
I...I love it
the lyrics are perfect
In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season
“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”
these boys are just serenading each other left and right 
“Yeah” 
so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?
I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke. 
In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).
“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars
BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage
Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper
“Bro”
you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!
im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM
you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle
gahhh
RICKY
OH MY FRICKING GOD
NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF
WTF WAS THAT ENDING
UMMMMM NO
i legit have no words oh my god 
they just killed the lead
you guys saw the rope you should have ran 
you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case
rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging
EAST HIGH WTF
Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER
My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.
To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover
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crossovereddie · 3 years
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Thoughts on 11x12 Series Finale
Okay I’m wine drunk and teary still so this might not make any sense but does it ever really make sense?
Kev is so dumb lmao
He’s that we’re the millers meme
Please someone get franny and Liam out of there
EMT Ian
How are they all still shocked by the shit Mickey says
Fuck this new girl I want Sandy
Carl is me needing coffee
This girl is so unnecessary this is the dumbest thing why would they even write her in
GET YOUR KID DEBBIE
pat pat
Mickey you’re not subtle
Good thing your husband is a himbo
He’s so sweet :((((((
Debbie and lip are annoying. Throw Tami in there too
MICKEY
Let my baby take the potato masher he needs it
Liam 😂
I actually really like the Mickey Debbie dynamic
He’s used to having a little sister to piss off :((((
Lip go back to college challenge
Not me triggered by this pregnancy lmaoooo
Kate’s bump :(
GOOD MEMORIES STAINED INTO THIS ONE
The 21st :((((((((((((
The glare lmao
WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS GIRL AROUND YOUR CHILD
Okay since Debbie is a fictional character am I allowed to mom shame her or are y’all gonna come for me
Who tf does that
Save franny
Just looking at those drinks Kev is making is making my stomach churn oh god 🤢
You can’t just call it a toilet?
Oh god don’t pick up a used mask 😩
RIP patsys
Oh my god now I’m thinking of CG
This job is actually perfect for dumbass Carl 😂😂
That’s so LA I fucking hate that they couldn’t film in Chicago 😭😭😭
I hope brad has a good life
Mickey makes his decisions based on blowjob capability
HUSBAND
GET MY ASS IN THAT POSITION YOU LIKE
Fuck this lady
FIGHT HER IAN
Mickey’s face lmao
HIS LITTLE CLAP GIVE YOUR HUSBAND SOME PIZZA IAN
He’s baby
SAVE FRANNY
DEBBIE IS THE WORST
Y’all I would be just as angry as Kev HOW DARE YOU PUT THEM IN OTHER JERSEYS THAN YOUR TEAMS
BURN THEM KEV
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH GEOGRAPHY
IM WITH KEV ON THIS ONE
Wtf kinda tip is that
Carl looking out
This is pissing me tf off
Lip you’re so fucking smart please do something with it my gosh
This fucking asshole HE JUST MAKE YOU LOTS OF MONEY WTF
V just adopt Liam please
They’re gonna cook in their new apartment :((((
MICKEY IN LEATHER KINKY MF
CRIB
GIVE THEM A BABY
This was too much
HIS FACE IS TOO MUCH
I literally sobbed out “you’d be the best dad!!” And J just sighed and hugged me 😭😭😭😭
He’s over my shit but he cares I guess lmao
His fault for buying the wine
YOU WOULD NEVER BABY
YOU BOTH ARE GONNA BE THE BEST DADS
YOURE GONNA BE A GREAT DAD
This is the best comfort hug GIVE US MORE ANGLES COWARDS
Oh no the flashbacks are too much
Wait he has covid?
I didn’t catch that first time
I love a good pretend to forget an anniversary and surprise spouse
IANS LITTLE ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
he was so upset
I LOVE THIS MAN
ME TOO
MICKEYS SMILE
He’s so proud of himself
LAST EVER THUMB CARESS 😭😭😭😭😭
Is the band playing at last 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Omfg Kermit and tommy lmao
Why am I in love with this nurse
MICKEY DANCING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
We all know Ian had zero doubts
OH MY GOD GIVE THIS MAN A BABY ITS WHAT HE WANTS
To raise a baby with his baby
This brothers scene made me 🥺🥺🥺
Now I miss my brother 🥺🥺🥺
This would’ve been a perfect I should probably go dance with my husband
this scene :(
THEYRE BEING SILLY HUSBANDS TOGETHER
Liam :(
I wanna watch them be husbands forever
Ian always has to hold
So much singing this season
Goodbye sweet nurse you’ll always have my heart
The letter omfg
MICKEY AND CARL
MICKEY AND LIAM
We just needed Mickey and lip and it would’ve been the holy trinity
I don’t know how I feel about frank floating
Also they should’ve warned me when the last ever Mickey shot was
Of course that happened lmao
Overall? I feel good about the way it ended. I’m not sad. Or it just hasn’t hit me. Oh god I miss Mickey already oh god oh god oh god
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leossmoonn · 3 years
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New Light
masterlist
pairing - kai parker x fem!human!reader
type - angst, fluff
note - so this is like sometime during season 6. im rewatching the series but i haven't got to season 6 yet (im rewatching it so when i write and include situations and plots from the show, i can be correct w the timeline lol.), so sorry if some of the info and timeline is incorrect. i did a little research to try and get the timeline right though. enjoy! oh! and also i made bonnie and enzo already get together since ik they get together in like season 8
summary - kai tries to make you fall for him
warnings - mild language, suggestive language, make out scene
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*gif isn’t mine*
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Kai watched you as you moved around the kitchen, making dinner for your friends and you. You were in the Salvatore Boarding House, the place you lived in after having your home destroyed by Klaus Mikaelson. The Salvatore brothers adopted you into their home. You had been friends with them for the past few years, so it wasn’t surprising you moved in. You already spent more than half your time here anyways. 
Tonight you were having a dinner party, planned by your friends and you to just relax and forget about every crazy thing that had and was happening in your life. Granted, something crazy was probably gonna happen, interrupting the relaxing night, but you held onto hope to have one normal night. Like how you used to before all the supernatural stuff.
One thing kept the hope from staying, though. It was Kai Parker. The insane witch who was ruining everything for you and your friends over the past few months. Stefan had decided to invite him over, make nice with him so you all would have him on your side. You sided with Stefan to not be in a fight with your best friend, but you deeply hated the thought of Kai sitting with you. Eating dinner, staring at you like a creepy stalker, probably plotting your death. Good thing was, though, Elena and Caroline were at the house, helping you. Everyone knew that if you were alone with Kai, you would probably kill him. Bonnie, sadly, was with Stefan and Damon, working out a plan to kill and/or get him back into the prison world. 
You were in the kitchen alone at the moment, Kai was sitting at the island table, staring at you. He had a smug look on his face, resting his chin on his palm and leaning on the counter. He never tore his eyes away from you. It made you want to gouge his eyes out. To try and ignore him, you put on music and focused on the dinner you were making. 
You sang the lyrics to ‘Since U Been Gone’ by Kelly Clarkson quietly. You moved your body to the beat, chopping up onions. 
“You have a beautiful singing voice,” Kai said. 
You rolled your eyes, huffing and ignoring him. 
“You know, I can sing, too. I used to love singing in the car with my family,” Kai said. 
“Before you slaughtered them?” You remarked. 
Kai frowned at you, pain shooting through his heart. You continued making steak, turning on the stove and letting it heat up. Elena and Caroline finally came back into the kitchen with ice cream and alcohol. You snatched the bourbon from Caroline’s hand, getting out a cup and pouring yourself a drink. 
“Can I have some?” Kai asked.
You nodded, not looking at him. You poured him a glass, walking over and setting it in front of him. His hand reached out to grab the glass, making contact with your hand. His fingers brushed against yours. You felt your skin tingle and goosebumps arose on your arm. Kai noticed and smirked. 
“Cold?” He asked. 
You glared at him and pulled back your arm immediately. “No.”
Kai chuckled, knowing you lied. He could sense you had feelings for him, even if you never would admit it. He just needed to make you see him differently so those feelings would surface. 
You went back to ignoring him, which only fueld his pining for you more. 
Elena and Caroline went over to you with the steaks.
“You know, Mr. Socio is in love with you,” Caroline said. 
“He's not in love with me. He just likes to chase people and get them comfortable, then hurt them. Since I’m the only one not with a boy who can protect me, with you having Stefan and Damon, Caroline having Tyler and Klaus at her beckoning call, and Bonnie having Enzo, he has chosen me to haunt and stalk,” you said.
Elena looked back at Kai, who was looking at you still. Elena turned her attention towards you, again. 
“I hate Kai as much as the next person, but he really looks like he has actual feelings for you. You should give him a chance.”
You scoffed, not believing what you were hearing. “Did you forget that he almost killed Bonnie and your beloved Damon to the prison world? He slaughtered his siblings and father without any remorse. Not to mention, he's an annoying prick.”
Elena laughed, “I used to think about that with Damon. But look at me now, I’m in love with him.”
“Yeah, but Damon isn’t a bad person, he just does bad things. Plus, I have seen the way he looks at you and treats you, he is every girl’s dream. Not to mention, he’s a pretty attractive guy. Kai isn’t like that. I mean, yeah, he’s hot, but he’s not the type of person I, or anyone, would want to date,” you explained and took a sip of bourbon.
Caroline smirked, “So, you are attracted to him.”
“No. You can say someone is attractive but not have any romantic feelings,” you shrugged.
In your mind, though, a little voice in your head told you that you did have feelings for him. You ignored the voice, not wanting to try and battle with your feelings. 
“Sure, Y/n. The more you deny it, the worse your feelings will get,” Elena teased. 
You rolled your eyes, flipping the steaks. Oil popped off the pan and hit your wrist. You squealed in pain, holding your wrist. 
Elena hurriedly got you a cold washcloth and pressed it on your wrist. 
“Thanks, El,” you smiled. “Mind taking care of the steaks? I have to keep a cold compress for a little.”
“Not at all. Care, can you get the sundae bar ready?” Elena asked, taking the tongs you used to turn the steak over. Caroline nodded, going over to the cabinets to get ice cream toppings out. 
You went over to the living room, slumping on the couch and grabbing the remote. You turned on ‘Gilmore Girls’. You kept the cold compress on your wrist. 
You felt the couch sink on your left. You didn't bother to look over, already knowing who it was. You two didn’t even sit in silence for 10 seconds before Kai started talking. 
“Rory and Jess should’ve stayed together. Dean’s too soft,” Kai commented while watching the tv. 
“Jess is bad for her. He's smart, but he still has no future. Dean really loves Rory and she threw that away,” you argued.
“True, but Jess loves her, too, just in a different way. Dean is so mellow. Jess is fun, exciting, dangerous. Kind of like Damon. That’s why Elena chose Damon instead of Stefan, right? Because he made her feel things that Stefan could never make her feel, which she liked better,” Kai stated. 
You glared at him. “She didn’t choose him just because of that.”
“No, she chose him because of that. You choose someone because the way they make you feel, that's how love works,” Kai said, turning his attention towards you. 
You felt his burning stare. You decided to turn to him, looking into his dark blue eyes. 
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you sighed. 
Kai smiled. His smile made you feel giddy and warm inside. You pushed those feelings away, piling more denial and hate in your mind towards him. 
“You have those feelings towards me, too,” Kai smirked. 
You peeled your eyes away from him, ignoring him once again. 
“Don’t deny it, Y/n. I can see it on your face. I can feel it,” Kai teased, scooting closer.
“Kai, stop,” you muttered. 
He got so close to you, you felt his breath on your cheek. Your heart rate picked up and you found it hot and hard to breathe. Heat went down south between your thighs and goosebumps formed on your neck. 
“You like me, Y/n. I can hear you breathing heavy and you heart beating fast. I can smell your arousal between your legs,” Kai said, putting his hand on yours.
You pulled your hand away. “I said cut the shit, Kai. You’re making me uncomfortable,” you lied. 
Kai’s eyes softened and he moved away immediately. “I’m sorry. I just-”
“You just what, Kai? Think you can use your witchy powers with me to make me fall in love with you? News flash, psycho, I’m not dumb,” you scoffed and stood up.
“I didn’t try to use my powers, I swear. But I can use my powers to heal your burn,” Kai suggested. 
“No, I don’t want your help,” you shook your head. 
“Get off your high horse and let me help you, Y/n. That burn will take a few days to heal and it'll hurt when you shower or brush something against it. Please, Y/n, I want to help you,” Kai pleaded. 
You looked at him. His eyes showed honesty. You sighed in defeat and sat back down on the couch. You moved close to him, your thighs touching. Kai took the cloth off of your burn and held your arm gently. The same, lovey-dovey feelings came back. This time, you didn't fight it as hard, letting yourself enjoy not having to keep up your walls.
“I’m so mean to you, why are you helping me?” You asked. 
“Because I like and care about you. I don’t like seeing the people I care about hurt,” he answered.
He put his free hand over your burn. The burn disappeared by skin forming over it. 
“Really? If you cared about me, you’d leave me alone,” you chuckled. 
“I can’t when I gotta get on your good side. With you and your friends plotting my death, I need an ally,” Kai said. 
Your distaste for him surfaced again. You pulled your hand away once the burn was healed. 
“That’s why I hate you. See, you don’t actually care about me. I knew it. Don’t sit or talk to me during dinner,” you spat and strutted over to the kitchen. 
Dinner was ready, thank the heavens. Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie came into the house on cue. 
“Bon!” You exclaimed, running over and hugging her. 
“Hey! Dinner smells good,” Bonnie smiled and hugged you back. You pulled away and laughed, “Elena and Caroline made it. I got burned.”
“You okay? I can heal you,” Bonnie said. 
“No, uh, Kai healed me already,” you said sheepishly. 
“You let that lunatic touch you?” Damon asked. 
“He was there and asked. He was being nice, but then he turned into a dick again,” you explained. 
“Well, at least you’re not still hurt. C’mon, let’s go and eat. I'm starving,” Stefan said. 
You all went to the kitchen, seeing the meal Elena and Caroline prepared set out on the table. 
“Hey, babe,” Damon smiled and went over to Elena. He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 
You looked at them longingly. You wanted what they had. So in love, nothing else mattering in the world but each other. You sat down in between Stefan and Caroline. You cut a piece of steak for yourself and got some mashed potatoes and green beans. 
“This is so good, guys. Thanks for inviting me over,” Kai said with a mouthful of steak and mashed potatoes. 
“Our pleasure. Mind eating with a closed mouth?” Stefan remarked. 
You chuckled at Stefan’s comment while Kai frowned. 
“So, what were you three doing while us four were here?” Kai said, gesturing to Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie with his fork. 
“None of your business,” Bonnie said. 
“Aw, c’mon. We’re friends now,” Kai teased. 
“You’ll find out soon,” Damon smiled at him. 
Kai frowned again and ate his food in silence. 
“Do you guys want some blood to go with your wine?” Caroline asked. 
“Yes!” Damon smiled. Caroline got up to get a few blood bags. 
All of you except Kai made conversation. While you were talking and laughing, Kai looked at you. He knew his comment earlier got you two on the wrong foot again. He racked his brain with ways he could get on your good side, get you to agree with going on a date with him. He likes you, he really does, he just doesn’t know how to show those feelings without getting rude and angry. He was willing to try for you, though. After a few hours of talking with everyone, people started to excuse themselves to leave. 
“I’ll see you later, Bon and Care,” you smiled and hugged your two best friends.
“See you! Have fun with Kai, I think he plans on staying,” Caroline smiled.
“I actually am going to leave, too,” Kai butted into your conversation. 
Your heart sank slightly. Since calming down from being angry, your attitude towards him softened. In the back of your mind, you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay, to pester you, to talk to him, to sit down and have him make you feel the way you did on the couch. You wanted to sit down and enjoy his company. But on the surface, you couldn’t care less. 
“But, I want to talk to Y/n before I leave,” Kai said. 
Bonnie and Caroline looked between you two quizzically. They smiled and let you two be alone in the kitchen. 
You walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbing two glasses and vodka. Kai followed you and sat down in his seat at the island table. 
“So, what do you want to talk about?” You asked as you poured him a glass of vodka. You grabbed your glass and went to sit next to him. 
“I wanted to apologize for earlier,” he said and looked into your eyes. He took the glass without tearing his eyes away from you. 
“You apologizing? Who has you possessed,” you laughed looked around jokingly. 
Kai smiled with you as you brought your attention back on him. 
“No, this is just me. I know what I said earlier about just wanting you as an ally was wrong. I mean, yes, I want you as an ally, I want all of you as an ally, but I still like you. A lot. And I care about you a lot, too,” Kai spoke. 
You took a sip of vodka, sighing. “I accept and appreciate your apology, Kai. But, I don’t like you, not like that anyways, I-”
Kai interrupted you by taking your hand in his. “Y/n, I know I pushed earlier and made you uncomfortable, and I apologize for that, too, but I know that's not true. The look in your eyes when you look at me when you let your guard down is not a look regular friends give each other.”
Your eyes focused on his hand on yours for a few minutes, and looked back up to his face. Butterflies filled your stomach again and his words tugged at your heart strings. Your walls started to come down and as hard as you fought to keep them up, you couldn’t. Kai was getting to you and deep down, you knew he was right. That you cared for him the same way he cared about you. 
But then you remembered that he was the enemy. He took your best friend away from you, wrecked havoc on this town, and killed his parent in cold blood. You couldn’t take the chance of getting hurt. So, you pulled your hand away slowly from his, standing up and downing the rest of your drink. 
“I admit, I may have some feelings for you. Deep down inside, but I can’t take the chance, Kai. I’m sorry. Thank you for apologizing and not ruining dinner. I’ll see you later,” you gave him an apology of your own. 
You started to walk away, but Kai put his hand on your arm. He spun you around and your lips met his. Your eyes widened as Kai kissed you. You tried to fight back from not kissing him, but as his arms wrapped gently around your waist, pulling you in, you melted against him and kissed him back. 
As your lips moved with his for the first few moments, you closed your eyes and  behind your eyelids, your brain exploded. You could see colors as your lips moved with his, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His lips tasted like vodka and chocolate ice cream. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. His tongue swiped on the bottom of your lip and you opened your mouth. Your tongues met and you moaned softly in his mouth, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.
You pulled away, needing air. Kai opened his eyes, a big, content smile resting on his lips. 
“And friends don’t kiss friends like that. So please, give me a chance. Let me show you I’m different than what you think. Let me show you me in a new light. I can change for you. I want to change. Don’t deny what we have, Y/n.”
You stared into his eyes, knowing you couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. You gave him a small, sweet smile and nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance. Prove me wrong, Parker.”
Kai took his hands off your waist, first pumping the air. “I will, I promise.”
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