#and when i send butterflies to vic?

[chrisbangs]

"words aren't enough, my diamond who's in front of me, you're too bright i'll end up falling for you, one of a kind masterpiece"

bang chan you are the fucking standard 😭

[wileys-russo]

Alessia Russo “if Kim asks Kyra did it. Training.

recovery roomII a.russo

"well well if it isn't our little hat trick hero!" you looked up from your phone with a grin, steph getting out of her own car as you pushed up off of the side of yours.

"if it isn't the mighty captain catley! where's your child?" you teased, kyra not having left stephs side basically the entire camp. "oh god i have had the most blissful two days kid, you don't even understand!" steph moaned happily, dean having whisked her away to a spa to help with the jetlag.

"you picked a good one steffy." you smiled, always happy to see how well dean treated her and had treated her for the many years they'd been together.

"your turn next! when are we going out to test my wings?" steph asked with an excited glint in her eyes as the two of you started to wander across the parking lot waving to a few of the girls doing the same.

"oh my god stop that stephanie please." you laughed, face burning bright red at the way the older girl was flapping her arms around like she was a bird. "what? i'm being a wingwoman." steph grinned as you shoved her and the two of you fell into step again.

as far as your teammates both for club and country were concerned, you were in their eyes painfully single.

they went out of their way on team nights out to try and take turns pointing out people from all walks of life they felt would be a good fit for you, or stealing your phone to argue over whose turn it was to swipe away on your dating apps.

and up until a couple of months ago, you appreciated their efforts. as much as what most of the girls perception of your 'type' was, was horrifically wrong.

but that all changed when a certain blonde striker came barreling into your life, knocking the air from your lungs and kicking the cobwebs off your heart, filling you with emotions and feelings that up until then you'd assumed were permanently retired.

but neither you or alessia were oficially 'out' and hadn't ever had any sort of public relationship your entire careers, so with a plaguing fear in the back of both your minds that allowing the public eye into your little bubble would pop it entirely, you'd kept things very much to yourselves.

you'd both made an agreement before international break that you were feeling near ready to tell your family and closest friends at the very least, neither one of you feeling any sort of pressure from the other which was a welcome relief.

but not having seen your girlfriend for going on two weeks now, with you away on camp with the matildas and alessia with the lionesses, you were in an extra chirpy mood.

which is how you found your jaw near aching with how hard you'd been smiling all morning, relishing in catching up with all of your teammates and friends.

but eyes flickering to the doors of the cafeteria every few seconds awaiting your favorites blonde entrance you couldn't contain the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach in anticipation.

"oi! spade cadet, you still with us?" you were snapped back to reality as leah clicked her fingers in your face, humming and trying to tune into their conversation. "sorry, had some weird dreams, slept funny." you were quick to speak, excuse seemingly accepted as no one else prodded you for anything further.

then finally you heard her before you saw her, her boisterously melodic laugh echoing around the cafeteria as she walked in with vic and emily, shoving the shorter dutch girl beside her who hurried away to jump on teyah.

her eyes roamed the room before they locked with yours, sending you a dazzling white smile and a wink before she grabbed a tray and loaded up with breakfast, making a beeline for the spare seat at your table as the girls all greeted her happily.

"hi lessi." you smiled softly, swooning as she repeated the greeting back in the sweet accent you'd grown to adore, her foot brushing up against your calf beneath the table as she pushed you her juice and your eyes lit up, her own heart melting at the sight.

"steph!" you protested as before you could grab the small bottle it was snatched from your path, the older girl cracking it open and downing a large mouthful, pushing you away with her free hand as you reached for it.

"i had to poison check it! i'm just looking out for ya." your national captain grinned finally handing you back the now half empty bottle as you scowled and she only pinched your cheek in response.

"kyra's been a bad influence on you." you huffed with a roll of your eyes, her shoulder bumping into yours before she returned to her conversation with beth.

you looked up as someone gently kicked you, a smile curling onto your face as you and alessia played footsies under the table, careful not to stare too adoringly at one another and engage with your teammates around you.

catching your gaze you saw the blonde subtly nod behind her as she stood, grabbing both her tray and yours as well as leah and beths, a chorus of thank you's sung her way as she made her way out of the cafeteria.

you waited a few minutes before doing the same, lying to steph that you left something in your car and wanted to hurry to grab it before training when she stood to go with you, assuming you were heading to the media room for the mornings debrief.

caught up saying hello to a few more of the girls on your way you eventually made it out and carefully ensuring you weren't being followed or watched ducked away to your usual meeting place with your english striker.

you'd barely stepped into the recovery room before her hands were on you, a laugh leaving your mouth as the door banged shut and she had the audacity to shush you, wolfish grin on her features as she pressed you against the tiled wall.

"me? you made me slam it!" you whisper yelled at her, both of you pulling the other into a tight hug, melting into one anothers touch with content sighs.

"i missed you." alessia mumbled out, peppering a few kisses to your neck before pulling her head back. "we facetimed nearly every night!" you teased, arms wrapping around her neck as the taller girl smiled lovingly down at you.

"no thats where you say 'baby i missed you more'. then we argue for awhile over who really missed the other more, and then i just shut you up with a kiss." alessia beamed as you shook your head, fingers scratching at the base of her neck, fiddling with a few loose baby hairs which had fallen out of the bun at the back of her head.

"can we just skip to that part then?" you teased, puckering your lips and pulling her closer as her body vibrated in amusement but she wasted no time arguing, quickly pressing her mouth against yours.

you exhaled happily at the sensation of kissing her, forever consumed with the euphoric feeling which warmed your body from the tips of your toes right to the end of your nose, your whole body alight.

"babe we have the meeting!" you reminded with a laugh, the words mumbled against her lips as alessia pressed you more firmly into the wall, hands squeezing your hips and using the moment to slip her tongue into your mouth.

"less." you warned, pulling back with a slight gasp as she held your bottom lip captive between her teeth, sucking it back into her mouth as her right hand moved to cup the back of your head so she had a little more control over you continuing to pull away.

right as her feet kicked your own apart, her thigh slotting in between yours and your breath hitched, a few more gentle but sloppy kisses trailed down your collarbone, the door suddenly flew open.

both of you breaking apart alessia wasted no time taking your hand and yanking you around the corner, both of you ducking out of view as your hands covered one anothers mouths and you heard a few members of staff discussing the plans for today, clearly grabbing some extra yoga mats before they departed, both of you exhaling in relief.

"that was way too close. you have no self control russo!" you smacked her chest, the grin still sitting happily on her face as both of your cheeks were flushed red with heat and your eyes rolled.

"we've still got seven minutes to the meeting and it only takes two and a half to walk there from here?" your girlfriend wiggled her eyebrows making you laugh as she pulled you gently into a much softer kiss, hands falling either side of your face as you sighed happily into her mouth.

"okay! we can continue this tonight." you pulled away and poked her, tugging her hands off and pushing for her to start walking. only you really should have taken into consideration that it was alessia you were dealing with, the girl born with two left feet both ten sizes too big for her body apparently.

so though it was a hardly a rough push, it was enough for your girlfriend to consequently trip over her own feet and go sailing toward the ground, reaching out for a shelf to try and steady herself but instead she only succeeded in pulling that down with her.

you stifled your laugh as she shielded her face and the viles of various essential oils and creams they used for massages came sailing down on top of her, somehow not breaking as finally the noise stopped and you both held your breath for a moment that no one would walk in.

when you heard no footsteps you doubled over laughing, the striker sitting up blushing in embarrassment and smacking your ankle, mumbling that it wasn't funny as she stood to her feet with a huff.

"come on clumsy." you shook your head in amusement, grabbing her hand and guiding her toward the door as she pouted clearly feeling very sorry for herself.

only right as you went to exit you both jumped a foot in the air as another one of the shelves came down, apparently attached to the other and this time the various containers which fell did break with an almighty crash and smash.

you and alessia shared a wide eyed glance and booked it out of the room, your girlfriend pulling you again around a corner and stealing a kiss as you both laughing into one anothers mouths to try and stifle the noise to no luck."

"if kim asks, kyra did it."

[sunflowersteves]

CONGRATS VIC!! I hope you’re feeling okay!!

For your lil follower game, I’d love to see a 🌼 with the brush prompt and Stephen G, my precious little bean 🥰

LOVE YOU!!

THANK YOU LOVE!! i am doing much better and thank you for being patient :)

warnings || none, just major fluff

Steven was positive, one-hundred percent, that he was dreaming. There was no way that he was practically sitting in your lap near his bed while your fingers combed through his hair.

You were a fairly new neighbor, having been there for almost a year now. You and Steven had made fast friends, even with his random disappearances that sent you worrying over him.

He told you not to worry about it and then one evening you had accidentally met Marc. You greeted him with the biggest smile he had ever seen, and he knew instantly why Steven had a such a massive crush.

Even Marc was beginning to feel his heart squeeze in the first three minutes of greeting you.

“Will you just ask her out already?”

Marc’s voice boomed inside Steven’s head and he jumped. The movement was so fast that it made you retract your hands—almost sending Steven into a panic.

“Shit, Steven! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Your eyes were wide in panic and you internally cursed at yourself for being too aggressive.

His eyes widened and he back tracked. “No! Gods, no, I— well, I— Marc just startled me and—”

“Oh. Oh, okay.” You didn’t seem super convinced and Steven bit his lip.

You had asked out of nowhere to brush through his thick, raven hair—almost making Steven fall out of his chair.

The curiosity to feel his hair between your fingertips was too enticing—especially when he twirled little strands between his fingertips. You excused it as wanting to start cosmetology when you asked if you could feel his hair.

The little white lie won’t hurt anyone, right?

“Why don’t you ask her out, Marc? You like her too.” Steven thought. A content sigh leaves his lips as your hand brushes through his hair again.

“Because, you idiot, you fell in love with her first. You have to be the one to ask her, not me.”

He thinks hard for a moment. His eyes flutter close at the calming feeling of your hands tangled into his hair. He’s not sure he’ll ever be this calm when asking you out. It was now or never.

“Will you go—go out with me? To dinner?”

Your hands pause into his hair. Your heart rapidly thumps against your chest. Out of all the things Steven was going to say, that wasn’t one of them you thought you would ever get to hear.

However, he took your stunned silence as rejection. His heart sunk to his stomach. “Oh—just forget I said anything, love. I—I— just—” He shook his head. “Pretend nothing happened—”

He yelped instantly at the pull of his hair. You yanked his head back so he could look you in your sparkling eyes.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Steven. Tell Marc he can get his chance later.”

He smiled—truly bright and shining. Butterflies filled his chest and tummy, a giddy feeling he didn’t want to get rid of.

“He said he knows loud and clear, love.”

[footballerimaginess]

Morning Texts

30 Day Writing Challenge 6. Morning texts Guglielmo Vicario Word Count: 411 Guglielmo was away on international duty and you missed him so much already and he had only gone a matter of days.

"Morning angel, miss you x" You stretched across the bed as the double bed was empty, sighing as you missed Guglielmo so much, but seeing the text message instantly made your heart melt knowing that he was on international duty and was still thinking of you. "Miss you too, how are you?" You pressed send as you got comfier in bed as you had absolutely nothing planned that day as she had taken a few days off whilst Vicario was away for international break. "Great thank you, hope I can get a game this break. What are you up too? xx" You smiled as you read it, desperately hoping that he managed to get some game time for his country. If you knew he was playing a few days before hand you would try and find a ticket because you knew he would love you being there. "Nothing much, a lazy day in bed for me. If you play let me know I wanna come and see you xx" The day was slowly ticking along and it was where you were starting to get hungry and you needed to pull yourself out of bed and to get food. Now standing in the kitchen and unsure what food you wanted, so you were now just standing staring into a fridge and all you wanted was in the freezer. Pulling open the freezer and putting the hash browns in the air fryer. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket once again, pulling it out and seeing Vic's messages pop up. "Aww wish I was there with you, yeah course I will. love you x" Smiling away as big as a Cheshire cat as you still felt your heart flutter whenever he said i love you. Still after all these years, he still made your heart go crazy and have butterflies in the pit of your stomach. "I Love you, we can FaceTime this evening x" You smiled as you pulled out of your hash browns out of the air fryer as they were absolutely steaming now. "Mm" you mumbled as you bit into one, regretting it as you burnt your mouth. "I have training now, speak to you later. FaceTime sounds just amazing. Love you xxxx" Smiling away like you had the biggest crush when you were at school, but in reality it was your boyfriend.

[rappaccini]

i find it unfortunate that this long after the release of og life is strange, new fans have no knowledge of the Scrapped Ending and original fans have all but forgotten it. people just kind of accept that ~bae vs bay~ was the plan the whole time and carry on.

i still have yet to see a single person talk about the original timeline that cold opens the game, the one where max witnesses the storm at the lighthouse and is crushed by a wind-flung boat, which we keep calling back to throughout the game-- or the original act of time-travel, which was max sending herself back to the classroom on monday, and how it would've been the key to the ending that never got made.

to walk you through it: if max had not gotten her powers at the exact moment she did, three minutes before the bell rang and she handed in the photo for her everyday heroes contest submission, what would have happened?

simple answer: she wouldn't have had a future-vision-induced migraine and confidence crisis that made her too nervous to hand her assignment in.

extended answer, or butterfly effect answer: in the original timeline, the one where max doesn't get powers at that exact moment, she submitted her photo and won the contest.

because no matter what she would've handed in, jefferson would've chosen her. because he had already decided she would be the winner. this is because he wasn't choosing her to go on a field trip with him. he was choosing her as his next victim. *

[interlude i: *victoria was his second choice, who he settled for when max had jumped out of reach after he'd already made the preparations to get a girl in the dark room. physically, vic matches his type-- blonde, green/blue-eyed, but personality-wise, not at all. jefferson likes 'innocent' girls. after kate, that's max, who jefferson always made special time for. because he was grooming her.]

max was never going to san francisco. the contest was always an excuse to get her alone with jefferson, and to create a window of time where it would be expected that she be absent from blackwell and arcadia bay for several days. because he was going to use that window to take her to the dark room, drug her, abuse her, kill her, destroy the evidence, and create an excuse for her disappearance (probably by sending fake texts from her phone to friends and family, like he does with nathan, implying she's in sanfran or planning to run away).

therefore, max spent the week preparing to fly to san francisco with jefferson for an art exhibition, but on the day they were meant to leave, which would probably have been thursday night or friday morning, jefferson drugged her. my guess is, in the context of having her come to his office before they 'drive to the airport together' (i'd guess to talk about her future and/or to be consoled after kate's suicide and/or chloe's death**) or max getting a vortex club party invite and being dosed there.

[interlude ii: **if max was busy with her contest win, she wouldn't have had time to be there for kate, and without her rewind power, max would have had no way to save her. if max was never in the bathroom to disrupt the chloe-nathan confrontation, he would've shot her, but without max as witness, he'd have gotten away with it.]

then jefferson took max to the storm bunker*** and abused her, which was the final straw that made arcadia bay go for a hard reset via hurricane flattening everything.

[interlude iii: ***the prescotts knew that abusing their power over the town and the land it's on would cause the storm. they did it anyway, and built the bunker so they and their friends could survive. sean prescott funded and provided a location for the dark room operation 1) bc he's gross, 2) in order to speed up the storm's arrival so he could build pan estates over the wreckage. the poverty and exploitation of the bay's residents, the toxic environment of blackwell, the vortex club cover-ups, kate's suicide, rachel's murder, chloe's death, nathan's internal turmoil-- all of it fuels the storm. max was the straw that broke the camel's back.]

max woke up. she escaped the bunker, but was drugged, lost, confused and traumatized, so she wandered through the woods as the storm was breaking, not knowing where she was or how she got there, until she got to the lighthouse and saw the storm for herself. then she was crushed by debris.

that was how max was going to die, but in the moment before it happened, arcadia bay decided to give it one last go (probably because max dying as a result of the storm was an unacceptable consequence). so it gave max the rewind power and returned her to that moment in the classroom before she and the town reach the point of no return.

so. why does max specifically get the rewind power? why at that exact moment?

it was one last opportunity for the final victim of the prescott family's abuse to save herself from that pain, and to save the town from destruction, by yanking her out of the way before the proverbial train hit her, and shoving her in the path of the people who could've helped her save the town.

because what does max do after she loses her nerve? she gets out of jefferson's reach and goes straight to the bathroom, where she meets nathan (whose confession would've brought down the dark room operation and the prescott family, who knows the family is fueling the storm for their own benefit, and is ready to crack from guilt) and chloe (whose effect on max would've given her the motivation she needed to see it through, and who's driven to find and avenge rachel).

.........................anyway. then dontnod ran out of time and money, and released a half-baked episode five that dropped all the prescott involvement, nathan's redemption, and any and all revelations about the source and purpose of max's power, and instead clumsily pinned the blame on her for the storm. which in retrospect makes the cold open make no sense.

so. it's a thought.

[literallymitch]

𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐨 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: yes

summary: The reader is an Italian singer and records a duet with Måneskin for their song “Torna a Casa”

pairing: Damiano David x Singer!Reader

word count: 690

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: like one swear word

a/n I absoluty loved this request. Thank you for sending it to me @wannabeactress​ I hope you like it! It’s a bit short but I felt like making it longer woud’ve ruined it. Again please keep in mind english isn’t my first language. Feel free to give feedback, I appriciate it!

After supporting each other's music for a while now, you finally recorded a duet with the Italian bad Måneskin today. When they sent you the demo for ” Torna a casa“ and asked if you wanted to join them on the song, you completely freaked out. Not only did you really like them as a band, but the song was also a masterpiece. You felt honored that they wanted you with them on this incredible piece of art. On your way to the studio, your hands started to get sweaty, and you got very nervous, scared that you would fail and not deliver an acceptable performance. You are a great singer, no question, but you still felt super pressured since you didn’t want to ruin the beautiful song. What if your work didn’t meet their expectations? The fact that you had a small crush on Damiano just made the situation worse. As soon as you stepped into the studio you were welcomed by the four. Your anxiety went away a little as you noticed how nice they were.

“Y/n it’s so nice to finally meet you. We’re so excited that you are joining us on this one! There is no one we would have wanted to have work with more. You’re amazing vocals will be such an enrichment to the song!” Ethan said excited, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Thank you guys! I feel very honored that you asked me to be on this song with you. It really is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.”

“That’s sweet, thank you. Let’s get started, so the song gets even better. We though that Damiano will sing the first verse and you the second. The third one will be split up and on the refrain you two will sing together. Oh, and at the end you’ll just belt the shit out of the lyrics.” Vic explained to me.

“Sounds great, Let’s get started.”

Cammino per la mia città dd il vento soffia forte Mi son lasciato tutto indietro e il sole all'orizzonte Vedo le case, da lontano, hanno chiuso le porte Ma per fortuna ho la sua mano e le sue guance rosse Lei mi ha raccolto da per terra coperto di spine

Damiano started singing, and you felt butterflies appear in your stomach. He had such a beautiful voice and the way he was singing this song definitely made you feel a certain way.

Prima di te ero solo un pazzo, ora lascia che ti racconti Avevo una giacca sgualcita e portavo tagli sui polsi Oggi mi sento benedetto e non trovo niente da aggiungere Questa città si affaccerà quando ci vedrà giungere

You started singing your verse now. Being in your own world, you didn’t notice that Damiano was looking at you, with such an adoration that you usually would have melted away on the spot.

When the last refrain finally came along, you and Damiano started facing each other.

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più sparire

You two belted out the words, your voices sounding perfectly together. The way the both of you harmonized gave everyone in the studio goosebumps.

Quindi Marlena torna a casa che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa che ho paura di sparire

After you sang the last two lines, you and Damiano looked in each other in the eyes. At that moment it felt like the world around you faded away, and it was just the two of you. Your bodies started to tingle, like you just got electrified. It was like their souls bonded as they sang together, and now they realized it

Damianos bandmates knew that their friend just fell for the incredibly talented singer in front of him. Even they could feel the magic between the two of them. In fact, everyone in the studio could feel it.

This wouldn’t be the last time you two sang together.

[writer-akihiko]

Hello, so this is my first request !!

Can I have an mc who is always clumsy with Arthur, Theo and Leonardo from IkemenVampire please :D

Thank you very much 🙏🏽

Clumsy!MC: Arthur, Theo + Leonardo

Thank you for the fluffy ask! It's nice to have fluffy asks before I bring out the typical yandere and angst for me... Warning: For Leonardo's scenario, there is name calling towards the Reader

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur isn't someone to tease you for being clumsy, but it impressed him how you managed to somehow be clumsy at your every waking moment

He finds himself following you around, finding the right moments to rescue you moments before you fall

Even if it weren't for your sake, he'd help you out when setting the table so you got less nervous about serving yourself

He'd make excuses for you when Sebastian would show the slightest annoyance to you. With Arthur, you felt as much more confidence in what you did, since he was

He had finally invited the woman of his affections out on an official date, marking the beginning of your relationship. Considering that it was an outdoor picnic, Vic couldn't help but scramble along, following you at your legs as if to warn you of any trip hazards.

With an outstretched hand, Arthur guided you to the hill of your date location, "I'd be lying if it weren't tempting for me to carry you around in my arms, love. Can't have you trip and ruin the outfit you put your time and effort in, after all~"

The picnic started out well, albeit Vic was quick to get restless, hopping away in pursuit of a butterfly. Without a word, you picked up your skirts, chasing after Vic. In your chase, you had gotten close enough to Vic but tripped over your own feet in an attempt to not step on the tiny dog. The weight of your body leaned to one side, as you felt the pull to the ground-

"Oof!" Your head hit a hard chest, immediately wincing at the impact.

"Love, I anticipated in the near future that we would be entangled, but surely not in public like this…" Arthur huffed out, sitting up straight with you in your arms. The enthusiastic Vic was quick to stop in his tracks, bounding over to you and Arthur.

With Arthur's arm wrapped around your waist, he inched closer to your face, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering and ghosting your face for just a moment, before pulling away. "I couldn't help it… you're simply too kissable, love."

Theodorus Van Gogh

Initially, he'd shamelessly laugh at your clumsy moments, where it'd be mixing up flavourings or overpouring the tea

You'd pout at him, taunting him to do a better job. Of course he pulls it off flawlessly, so it turned into a banter of back and forth between you and Theo

He'd always say something among the line of tripping over your paws, but somehow he'd always look out for you before disaster ever struck

Theo doesn't mind that you were constantly clumsy. It was no surprise that he'd stay next to you… It was as if he was always watching over your shoulder…

Theo was eager to see how much you improved with your tea serving skills. Considering that Comte had asked you for a favour, you insisted on Theo being your practice partner. King was also happy to help, with him acting as your assistance to open the door when you'd serve the dishes.

You were careful with your steps, making sure to serve tea in proper fashion, pouring tea for Theo. "How many sugar cubes, Sir?"

He hummed, taking attention to the effort you put in. Everything went great so far, which, once he thought about it was a little suspicious… Nonetheless, he was pleased with how far you'd come. It made him a little regretful that he treated you in such a way, but he was already planning a date in his head as a reward for his sweet Hondje…

"Seven, please."

You couldn't help but break your serious demeanour. For as much as Theo would tease you about your clumsiness, it was the rare occasions that you would get to tease him back about his sweet tooth.

As you were about to reach for the sugar cubes, King was oh so kind to sniff up your heels, thinking you were about to give him a treat. The sudden feeling of a cold nose made you jump. You felt your butt land on someone, and that someone was Theo, who caught you just in time.

"My silly Hondje, were you actually clumsy or were you eager to be on my lap?"

You squirmed in Theo's lap, but to your surprise, he wouldn't let go of your waist. His grin drew you in, as you listened to what he had to say. "I don't see why you have to leave yet. Your reward was to be a date in the town, but my clumsy Hondje took the liberty of rewarding herself already~" And that was when you felt a soft peck on your forehead…

Leonardo Da Vinci

He was not one to comment on your clumsy behaviour, after all, it'd be hypocritical of him to do so considering he was a slob

At first, he didn't consider you to be clumsy since you were tripping and toppling over objects in his room, which he assumed was his fault anyway

It was then he noticed Sebastian's ever much frustrations with you during breakfast hour, and he realised Sebastian paired you both up for a reason…

He never really minded your behaviour afterwards, but that doesn't mean he ignored you. In fact, he was more attentive to you, keeping an eye on you just in case… that somehow the attentiveness turned into affection

Leo took the liberty to change your outing into a date instead, as you ran your errands. This time however, the rush from one shop to another didn't seem so obvious, as if the world slowed down around you and Leonardo. With Leonardo's amiable personality, it was a breeze to visit the crevices of the town, even places you had never heard of before.

It was then the moment you realised it was time to head to the mens' wear. Leonardo was about to lead you in as he always did, with you strung on his arm, but he noticed your hesitance. "What is it cara mia?"

"I… The last time I came to send Comte's coat, I spilled someone's shoe shine on the floor. Another gentleman scolded me, but I helped the shopkeeper clean up!" You said, explaining that the shopkeeper didn't mind the accident since you were Comte's assistant.

"Cara mia… the man who got upset at you… he's no gentleman."

Despite your pleas not to, Leonardo insisted on protecting you. He was quick to notice the noble who probably scolded you, judging by the sour face as he gave you. The shopkeeper was quick to hand you over the coat you needed, but of course, nothing could be said about the way the noble was quick to criticise you.

"So Miss Stupid brought a bodyguard this t-"

"Stai zitto, bastardo…" Leonardo huffed, blowing on his fist after delivering a well-deserved punch. He quickly apologised for the scene, escorting you out of the shop.

Considering the amount of things you had to get, it was safer to go back by carriage. As Leonardo closed the door behind you, he brushed your hair aside, peppering a few kisses on your cheek to cheer you up. "Now, don't look so sad, cara mia. No one gets to insult you like that… You are the smartest woman I know, even if you are a little clumsy~"

[teenyweenynightghost]

Ooh ooh ooh!!! Can I request 27 with Thomas?? I'll love you forever x

27. I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater. X Thomas

The sweet smell of pastries his mother would fill their house with, the rainbow after days of rain, that one warm day during the winter. She was the light at the end of the tunnel, the warmth in his heart. She was his.

¨For the last time, Thom, milk or sugar?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts.

Thomas mumbled a quick answer and went back to daydreaming. The light hit Y/n’s face superbly, making her look like an angel. Il mio angelo, he thought. Her hair was slightly tangled, a few curls framing her round face and contrasting with the blush on her full cheeks.

“WATER ISN’T AN ANSWER!” She hollered, arms on her hips.

“Aren’t we talking about you?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, butterflies forming in Thomas’s stomach as she did so. She shook her head lightly, recognizing the small redness that appeared right below his clear eyes.

“You’re so infatuated with me.” She mused, approaching Thomas and resting a slender finger under his chin. “You proved it plenty of times last night.” She finished, smirking as his eyes widened.

“Well-,” he struggled to recollect himself, “ well I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

They both chuckled, looking in each other’s eyes. Thomas could stare at her for ages. How her mouth creased close to her chin when she laughed, the small bump on the bridge of her nose. He loved the few freckles on her collarbone and the way her shoulders looked so small in his clothes. He was outright obsessed with her stomach, how soft it was when he rested his head on it, the way her stretch marks felt on the tip of his tongue…

“Can you at least try and pay attention?” Y/n sighed, handing him a cup of coffee.

“Thinking about you is much more entertaining, angelo.” He smiled, blinking at her like a princess.

“Then tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Thomas practically beamed at her words, extending his arms and beckoning her over to sit in his lap.

“Well first of all,” he murmured against her neck, tightening his grip, “I was thinking about how perfectly kissable your neck is. How amazingly soft your lips are and how miraculously clear your eyes are.”

She hummed. “You’re using a format or..?”

“I am trying to be sweet.” He deadpanned, nudging Y/n in mock offense. “Back to what I was saying, my favorite pillows are your thighs. Really now, there isn’t a single mattress store I've been to that sells pillows as soft as em. You’re making them all go bankrupt! Vic is genuinely calling me picky about what I sleep on now, because of you.”

Y/n erupted in a fit of giggles as she almost slipped off his lap, a hand tightly clutched around her stomach as she tried to calm herself down. “THOMAS YOU CAN’T KEEP KILLING ME” she screamed, tears running down her cheeks.

Thomas did not find this as amusing, staring at her with his arms crossed.

“Excuse you, don’t make fun of my new pet peeve.”

“What? That you can’t find satisfying pillows?” She grinned, sending him a wink.

“Yes.”

She snorted once more, rolling around until she managed to get back up again. “Well, your pillow is going to work so-“

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

A/n: Omg am I making my third comeback? Time will tell. You know you love me, xoxo, this dumb bitch <3

Also

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YALL SO MUCH

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ You Don’t Even Have Fucking Balls To Choose The One You Love ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Victoria De Angelis

Word count: 1754

Warnings: a bit of swearing and a slight angst but apart from that none

Summary: One little kiss leads to something unexpected.

It all started with an innocent kiss. They’ve just won Eurovision and all the excitement and adrenaline was too much. His soft lips met hers harshly and she wrapped her hands around his neck. Both surprised pulled away from each other and started laughing, not thinking much of what just happened between them and quickly ran to others, jumping from happiness.

Their lips met again a month later after they all went off the stage in Poland, both sweaty and exited from their performance, blood rushing in their veins. No one was surprised really, it was well known that between these two there was always a spark of chemistry that none of them could deny. Little did they know that this spark will evolve in something much more than just innocent kisses.

One night he entered her room silently, in a rush of anxiety and woke her up gently, trying not to scare her.

What’s going on, Damiano? She said and sat on the bed looking a him with a worried expression.

He looked pale, without any colors on his face, eyes watery and his hands shaking.

I’m scared, Vic. What if all this is too good to be true? What if everything we’re doing is gonna end in a blink of an eye? He said and Vic not saying anything pulled him closer in a warm hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

That night he stayed in her bed and both of them, not really knowing why, got lost in each other, trying hard for everyone not to hear their moans and fell asleep with their naked bodies tied together in a warm hug.

It kept on happening more often during the tour. In a rush of adrenaline they would lock themselves in a fitting room behind the stage and have sex to make all the stress vanish.

Fans saw something was happening and the two of them knew that their unusual relationship is being slowly revealed to the world. All the stage glances, naked pool pictures and all the interactions they had with each other suddenly became visible for the internet. They didn’t care though, still enjoying each other’s company and support.

The truth was, they’ve always been the closest with each other. They just clicked from the beginning and enjoyed spending time together, even after recording. They often stayed up all night talking about their favorite bands, singing their favorite songs or just chatting about everything and nothing. And because their chemistry was so good and their friendship so strong, they didn’t see anything bad in their small sexual secret.

Not until Damiano’s girlfriend started having doubts about his loyalty. Don’t get her wrong though, Giorgia loved Damiano and she would never even think of thinking of the idea of Damiano having an affair. But all the instagram edits, all the YouTube videos and all the ambiguous pictures of him and Victoria, made her have second thoughts, whether Damiano is truly dedicated to her and only her.

So when she brought it up, Damiano only then realized, what he was doing. He never was the one to cheat but suddenly he found himself cheating on Giorgia with Vic, which was never meant to happen. After all, they’ve been together for four years and he never wanted to hurt her, let alone cheat on her.

So he lied.

Nothing is between us, amore. Are you crazy? You know that this whole chemistry thing is just for show. Also it’s hard not to suspect anything when we’re trying to keep our relationship private. Damiano said and quickly wrapped his arms around Giorgia to assure her of his lie.

She loved him so she believed him. But she wasn’t stupid though and noticed something was different about Damiano. Since winning Eurovision they haven’t been intimate with each other as they used to be before. All they really did was kissing and cuddling but sex almost vanished.

So he lied again.

I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so stressed with all the tour and recording the new album is taking a lot of time. I didn’t realize that I’ve grown distant with you. Let me fix that. He said and kissed her gently.

That night, Damiano tried to cover up his lies and cheating, with sex, which by the way wasn’t all that great for him. The truth was, all he thought about was Victoria and their little secret.

Time passed by and both of them grew closer and closer with each other, slowly catching feelings and making it obvious that something is in the air. It was harder for them to cover it up so around boys they’ve acted as if they were together. Ethan and Thomas didn’t mind, as much as they felt bad for Giorgia, they loved seeing Damiano and Victoria so happy.

The whole band with some of their friends went on a vacation to Bali. Beautiful views, crystal clear water, amazing weather, and everything would be perfect if not the fact that Damiano brought Giorgia with him. He couldn’t do anything about it though, he didn’t want her to suspect anything and it would look stupid if everyone took their closest people and he wouldn’t take his girlfriend.

Victoria couldn’t stand it. All the kisses, all the hugs and their constant laughter. Damiano looked completely lost in Giorgia and Vic’s heart ached at the sight of them having so much fun together. She wanted to be on her place after all and that’s when she realized that she’s head over heels in love with Damiano.

They couldn’t avoid it - you would say. But Victoria really thought at first that their relationship was strictly sexual and everything else between them was just a friendly love. Turns out she was wrong and her feelings for him were strong and sincere.

She told him then.

I can’t hide it anymore Dami. I can’t hide that I’m in love with you. She said and he looked at her with surprised expression.

Damiano knew his feelings and he knew he felt the same, but admitting it to Victoria and more importantly, to himself, hit him harder than he thought it would. He just then realized that he has to choose between staying with Giorgia and hurting Vic, which would possibly cause making things worse for the band, or staying with Victoria and hurting Giorgia, who after all, always been there for him for the past four years. Pretending wasn’t an option anymore.

I love you, Vic. And I don’t know how, but we will get through this together. He said and hugged her the tightest he could, afraid that she will slip through his fingers sooner than he thought.

Days went by and their new album Teatro D’Ira vol 2 was ready to be released. Many songs were about Victoria and her being more and more involved in their relationship, couldn’t stand a fact that Damiano would spend every night at Giorgia’s place. She couldn’t even begin to imagine him telling her that the songs are about her, lying in her face.

So one day she asked him.

Did you tell her, Dami? Victoria asked, entering the studio where Damiano was preparing instruments.

He promised Victoria that he will talk to Giorgia and end things with her as soon as it’s possible. He tried to avoid it, buying Victoria little gifts and filling her ears with sweet words and I love you’s but he knew that she isn’t dumb and that sooner or later she will demand explanations.

Tell who about what? He played dumb and he couldn’t believe that now he’s lying to Vic too.

Her cheeks turned red from anger and her eyes wide opened, gave him a death stare, not wanting to believe his confusion.

Are you kidding? Still nothing, he looked at her with a fake surprise on his face. Giorgia? About us? Don’t play stupid Damiano, you know exactly what I’m talking about! She raised her voice and Damiano gave up.

I didn’t. I’m sorry. You need to give me some more time. She just got out of the hospital, I can’t just go and slap her in the face with the fact that i cheated on her.

Her going out of the hospital is not an excuse! You were supposed to tell her a long time ago and yet you didn’t. Why? Victoria didn’t care if they will argue at this point, she wanted to get the answers and she wasn’t leaving anywhere without them.

Damiano didn’t know what to say. He was a coward, and after a long time he finally admitted it. He was too scared to tell Giorgia, he didn’t want to hurt her and for the first time in his life, he didn’t have the courage to tell someone how he really feels.

You know what, forget it. You don’t even have fucking balls to choose the one you love! Victoria shouted and stormed out of the studio, shutting the door the loudest she could.

She wasn’t the one to get hurt ever but she’s really fallen for Damiano and over the time their bond got stronger. She really felt like he was her soulmate, someone she was always looking for. But now she was crying over a guy for the first time in her life which she promised herself that’s never going to happen.

The tension between them was obvious. Thomas and Ethan could see that something is wrong, but not wanting to make things worse, they let them be. The concerts were less charismatic and their energy wasn’t showing that much, which made fans suspect too.

But the thing that happened next blew everyone away.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master. Damiano whispered to the microphone and quickly walked up to Victoria, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

The crowd went crazy, they were screaming, crying and taking pictures, throwing things on the stage like flowers and clothes but Victoria and Damiano forgot about everyone around. It was only them, kissing on the stage and millions of butterflies flying in their stomachs. The feeling was indescribable, finally being able to do it in front of the fans, but Vic felt even more special because in that moment she knew that Damiano stated his feelings towards her.

It took me a while but the truth is that I would always choose you. He said, leaning his forehead against hers and they both smiled, enjoying each other’s presence.

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Hello everyone!

Just a little disclaimer, this one shot is not by any means meant to send hate towards Giorgia or anything like that. It’s also not meant to harass Victoria and Damiano, it’s a pure imagination for all those who like to see some Damoria content.

I hope you enjoyed reading! ❤️

Tag list: [ @teenyweenynightghost , @superchrystaldrug , @unitersmoonshine ]

[ropoto]

you said you were looking for some ralvez pining headcanons, and i have worms in my brain that just scream them at me all day long so here they are:

- luke was the first to start pining. he had heard from other agents about the amazing dr reid before he joined the team, but no one ever mentioned that he was so pretty and kind.

- luke almost immediately learns spencer’s coffee order and favorite donut and he likes to bring spencer in some treats so that he could hang around him longer in the mornings

- luke thinks he’s slick for that, he’s not. the entire team just smirks at each other and places bets on how long it’ll take them to get together.

- spencer doesn’t quite realize his feelings until one day luke runs a little late and spencer notices the immense butterflies and excitement to having luke do something so simple as come to his desk in the morning.

- spencer panics and immediately scrambles to penelope and just DUMPS it on her. like, “oh my god penelope i think i like luke. he’s just so smart and nice and not to mention he’s very handsome-“ and garcia just shakes her head bc they had all seen it way before spencer did

- now that spencer’s aware of his feelings. he gets hit with the fact that emily almost always pairs him and luke to go to the coroners or to the vics house.

- luke picks up on the fact that spencer’s acting suspicious and it freaks him out. in his brain spencer could never like him back, but he’s been noticing spencer blushing anytime he says anything.

- spencer also doesn’t think there’s any way that luke could like him back. until one night when they have a case in a small town and they have to pair off in hotel rooms.

- everyone on the team has noticed the pining, so they made sure that the only two that haven’t chose room partners yet were spencer and luke (little matchmakers i stg)

- when they get up to their room, they take turns showering. spencer ofc turning scarlet red when luke comes out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

- spencer may be oblivious, but he DEFINITELY notices the way luke stares at him when he comes out in his usual sleep outfit. an oversized tshirt, boxers, and his glasses.

- luke decides to be bold, and when they’re about to turn in for the night, he admits to spencer that he really likes him. they both were in different beds so spencer SHOOTS up and immediately gets on luke’s bed and kisses him.

- they spend all night snuggled up after spencer confessing he feels the same and a slight make out session.

- the team notices a hickey on spencer’s neck the next morning and they are overjoyed

I love those so much 🥺❤❤ Thank you for sending them!! 😚

If you want you can send them to me anytime 💙

@moderatelydelusional we got them!

[sams-sass]

Bait

Hello! I thought of this and wanted to share! Hope you like it! Thanks for all the love and support.

Summary: You are used as bait on a case and it sparks something in Sam.

Warnings: Language, jealousy, smutish, fluff

Pairings: Jealous!Sam x Reader

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“I’m sorry, you want me to what?” You asked, your arms out to your sides.  

“Come on, Y/N! It’s the only way we are going to catch him.” Dean rubbed his forehead with his hand, frustration written on his face.  

“Uh no, it’s the easiest way we are going to catch him.” You stood your ground.  

“It will be easy, yeah. Sam and I will be there the whole time!” Dean pleaded with you.  

“In case you haven't noticed, I’m not the guys type.” You crossed your arms across your chest and shrugged your shoulders.  

“What are you talking about? All the vics were beautiful girls, fits you nicely.” Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest and mimicking your stance. Before you could respond the door to the motel opened and Sam walked in. The sunlight pooled around him, creating a glow that seemed to make him even taller. He placed the coffee cups down on the table and flicked his hair out of his eyes, letting them find yours.  

“Hey.” He greeted you and his brother with a smile. You licked your lips and sent him a smile as well, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.  

“Hey, Sam.” You felt your mood instantly lighten.  

“What’s up?” Sam asked you and his brother as he handed Dean the coffee cup.

“Dean is trying to use me as bait.” You tilted your head to the side and blew on your cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow at Dean. Sam’s head instantly shot up; his face hard while Dean shot you an epic bitch face.  

“What?” Sam asked, his eyes narrowing. Sam did things every single day that gave you butterflies and made you feel dizzy, but there was something about the way he protected you. It wasn’t like he was codling you and making you feel small, it was that he was on your side. You both knew you didn’t need protection; you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. It was the way he never wanted you to get hurt and how sent chills down your spine.

“Just a little bit. Come on, Sammy! She’s perfect and we can catch this bastard!” Dean’s voice was low. Sam stood to his full height, towering over his brother. You saw his jaw twitch and his chest rise and fall, then he turned and looked at you. His eyes softened and he turned back to his brother.  

“It’s not up to me or you, it’s Y/N’s decision.” He let his shoulders drop slightly as he backed away, allowing you to take charge. Your eyes lingered on him for longer than necessary. You were taken aback by Sam and how he had respected you enough to realize this was your decision to make. The left side of your mouth turned up into a smile and you licked your lips.  

“Thanks, Sam. I appreciate that.” You said, he looked at you and all the tension fell away from his body. You chewed your bottom lip slightly, weighing your options. “Is this really the only way we can catch him?” You asked Dean.  

“I mean, it’s the only way I can think of that will almost definitely work.” He said, his voice a little quieter than before. You looked down and narrowed your eyes in thought. Five girls had already been killed; you couldn’t let anyone else get hurt. Dean was right, this was something that could easily flush out the monster.  

“Ok, I’ll do it.” Dean gave you a side smile and patted your shoulder. Sam let out a breath and looked away from you, then he nodded and walked over to you. His fingers traced your arm and you swore your heart stopped beating. He gave you a crooked smile before he walked away and back over to the books on his bed.  

“Thanks, Y/N.” Dean said.  

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t thank me yet, I still need an outfit.” You let yourself smile, watching Dean’s face as realization hit.  

“We have to go-” He started.  

“Shopping.” You cocked an eyebrow and nodded your head.  

“Awesome.” Dean answered, rolling his eyes. “Sammy, make sure we have everything else we need and I’ll take her into town.” He grabbed his jacket and your arm and the two of you climbed into the impala. Dean drove into town with the windows down. The crisp September air leaving goosebumps across your skin.  

“Why didn’t Sam come?” You asked him over the music.  

“Miss your boyfriend already?” He asked you, his eyes sliding over to yours. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and rolled your eyes.  

“Shut up.” You mumbled causing him to chuckle.  

“No, I just want to be prepared for this.” He gave you a look out of the corner of his eye.  

“I get it, Rugarus can be dangerous. This one seems to be starving.” You nodded your head and looked out the window. The bodies were something you knew you could never unsee. Their torn and mangled flesh. The bite marks. The blood. It was overwhelming. When you had seen them, you thought you might faint. They were all around your age. All women who were just trying to find someone to spend the night with. Trying to find company and companionship. They had walked right into the arms of a monster. You knew you had to do this, but the thought of not killing this guy on sight was making your skin crawl.  

Dean pulled up to the shop and you walked together. You picked out a few dresses that you liked and held them up for Dean. He shook his head at each one. You were getting annoyed; you knew you should have just done this on your own. Finally, you found one that Dean agreed to and you tried it on. When you slipped it on over your skin you had to do a double take in the mirror. It was a soft and buttery silk that draped across your body, hugging you in all the right places. You smoothed it down and allowed yourself to smile in the mirror. You opened the curtains with your eyes still looking down at the dress. Your feet were still stuffed into your favorite socks and you had forgotten to shave. You looked up hopefully at Dean. His face fell slightly, but he quickly gathered his composure.  

“Yep. That will do it.” He said still staring at you with wide eyes. You rubbed your hand over your bicep nervously and gave him a shy smile. You paid for the dress and made your way back to the motel. You were nervous in the seat, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You frequently looked at Dean from the side of your eyes and silently begged him to come up with a better plan. You weren't scared about being bait. You weren't even scared about outrunning a Rugaru in heels. You were scared to put yourself in such a vulnerable situation in front of Sam. You would never want him to think of you as someone who couldn’t handle herself, but that’s what you had to act like. You had to act like you didn’t know the first thing about monsters and how to kill them. When in reality the boys had been relying on your expertise for years now. You pulled up to the motel and walked in to find Sam hunched over a book.  

“Hey.” He greeted you with a smile. “Did you find something?” He placed the book he was reading in his lap.  

“Yeah she did.” Dean said behind you, a wide and obnoxious grin on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and looked back over to Sam, smiling at his confused expression.  

The rest of the day passed with detailed notes, lunch, and building nerves. The time finally came for you to get ready and you slipped into the bathroom. You got into the shower and tried to let the warm water wash away some of your worries. You kept telling yourself it would be fine, that everything would work out just the way you had planned, but that seemed farfetched. Then there was Sam. You knew that you were nervous to flirt with someone else in front of him, but it was more than that. You were holding in a secret. A deep desire to be with him. You were madly in love with him and by getting all dressed up and acting flirtatious, it could lead to him pulling away. There was no one you had ever wanted as much as you wanted Sam. His long fingers dancing across your skin. His pink tongue tasting every inch of you. His perfect mouth molding against yours. You found yourself whispering his name against the pitch black of night. Your eyes automatically looked for him when you walked into a room. Your breath only said his name in times of hurt or distress. You desperately wanted things to remain the same, sending up a prayer to anyone who was listening. You dried yourself off and got ready for your night. You did your hair and makeup the way you liked it before slipping on your dress. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took in a calming and cleansing breath. You opened the door and faced the night head on.  

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Sam was sitting on the bed, he felt uneasy and not sure what to do with his hands. He had them in his lap, that felt weird. He crossed them, that felt even worse. Finally, he hunched forward and let his elbows rest on his thighs. He was nervous, there was no denying that. This felt different. Sure, there had been hunts before when the three of you had put yourself in a dangerous situation, but this was new. Dressing you up and making you flirt with a monster so he could try and take you home. It all just felt wrong. He ran his hands over his face and closed his eyes. How was he going to do this? How was he going to watch you flirt with this monster that had already killed five women? Not just killed them, torn them apart and eaten them. He knew this was going to be hard. He knew he was going to get pissed, but he also knew that you could handle it. He knew you didn’t need backup and that he and Dean were only going in case things got really out of hand. You were one of the best hunters he had ever seen. The way you charged into every fight with everything you had was something Sam didn’t think he could ever get used to. You were the first thing he thought about every morning and some nights he would close his eyes and just picture you to help calm him. When the world around him was crazy and the walls seemed to be closing in, that’s when he looked at you. He found his peace within you. His solace was wrapped in your arms, your skin against his. There were times when he would look at you and forget any bad thing that had ever happened to him. He was in love with you. No other way to say it.  

His thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and you stepped into the room. Your head was turned away from him and your hands were fumbling with the zipper. Sam's heart immediately dropped and his chest tightened. The way the dress formed to your body suddenly made him feel dizzy and thank god he was sitting, because the way you looked would have brought him to his knees. He swallowed hard, feeling the moisture leave his mouth. Heat filled his entire body and he let out a shaky breath.  

“Can one of you help me with this?” You asked, looking up and finding only Sam staring straight at you. Your breath caught in your throat and you licked your lips, suddenly feeling tipsy. Sam’s eyes shot to yours and he quickly nodded. He stood up from the bed and moved over to you. You turned around so he could zip the dress and you could feel his hot breath against your exposed skin. His fingers easily slid the zipper up and he stepped away from you.  

“Thank you.” You said, trying to ignore the buzz forming along your skin. Sam nodded his head, and sent you a small smile. You turned and slid your feet into your black heels, bending one leg slightly as you put your earrings in your ears. Sam had to sit down again before he ripped the dress off your body. His hands were itching to touch you. His skin felt like there was an electrical current running through it, that could only be sated by you.  

“Hey, can I ask you something?” He said, placing his hands onto his thighs.

“Of course.” You looked over at him.  

“You seem to not want to get dressed up. Is there a reason?” He seemed nervous to ask you. You smiled and looked down at your feet, moving your shoes against the carpet.

“I like getting dressed up as much as the next girl, but when I put a dress on, I feel like everyone sees me different. Like, I am no longer this badass hunter, I’m a girl who can’t do anything. People view me as something that I am not. They create this romanticized version of me, and then when I am not that thing...they get upset. I feel like people see me for who I really am when I am in jeans and a t-shirt, just hanging out.” Your fingers were twisting together and your eyes had looked off into the distance as you spoke.  

“I think you look beautiful no matter what you are wearing and I know you could kick anyone's ass any day. Y/N, I have always seen you as the smart, funny, and intelligent person that I greatly admire and respect.” The words left Sam’s mouth before he could fully edit them. Had he said too much? Did he just ruin your friendship? He looked up to your eyes to see you just staring at him.  

“I feel the same way about you.” Your perfect lips said and it took everything inside Sam not to grab you to him. He could almost feel your skin under him. Hear your beating heart against his. His hands twitched and he felt the sweat pooling in the notch below his throat.

Thankfully the tension in the room was cut when Dean walked in, holding a fresh can of gasoline.  

“Holy shit, Y/N, you look...” His voice trailed off looking at you and cleared his throat.  

“See?” You pointed to Dean with your thumb and looked at Sam. Sam smiled at you, chuckling under his breath.

“You guys ready?” Dean asked.  

“As I’ll ever be.” You said, grabbing your purse and heading for the car. You instructed Dean to pull over on the road away from the bar.  

“Why?” He asked.  

“Because what monster man is gonna think I’m lonely and in need of company when I’m getting out of a car with two men?” You climbed out of the car and fixed your dress. Then you placed your hands on the passenger side of the car and leaned down. Sam was so close you could smell his cologne. “I’ll see you guys in there.” They both nodded at you. Dean sent you a wink and Sam just looked at you with a strange expression. You made your way to the bar and opened the door, feeling the warmth from inside fan across your cold skin. You felt eyes on you as you walked over to the bar. Your skin was crawling with the weight of all their stares. You sat down and tried to act calm, cool, and collected. You ordered a drink and waited. It was almost time.  

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Sam and Dean walked into the bar and immediately made their way to the back, finding a table. Dean went to the bar and ordered two beers while Sam scanned the room. He was trying not to look at you, but he was failing miserably. This was nothing new, Sam could never keep his eyes off you. So many times, he caught himself staring longingly at you while you went about your day. Whenever he walked into a room, his eyes went directly to you. Anytime he needed a reminder of the good in the world he found himself looking to you. You looked stunning in that dress, the way it folded into the curves of your body was driving Sam crazy. He felt a tap on his chest and looked over at Dean who was staring at a guy across the room. The way he was looking at you made Sam’s entire body go into red alert. His mouth was curled up almost into a snarl as his eyes scanned every inch of you. This had to be him, this had to be their guy. Everything in Sam was screaming at him to run to you. To warn you in some way, but they had to let this play out just a little longer. He walked over to you with quick strides, and slid into the seat next to you. You turned towards him and gave him a warm smile. Sam loved your smile, the way it lit up your entire face. He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy and anger brewing deep in his gut. The man reached forward and let his finger trail down your arm, leaning in closer to you. Sam's body stiffened under his jacket, his heart rate skyrocketing. His fingers were curled so tightly around his glass, he thought it might break. The man then moved his hand up your thigh and under your dress slightly. If Sam thought he was angry and jealous before, watching his thumb slide under the hem of your dress, brought out something deep within him. His lip twitched and the fingers of his other hand curled into a fist. He let out a harsh breath through his nose and felt all his nerve endings go into overdrive. Dean had to physically hit him to get him to snap out of it. When he looked back over at you, this guy’s fucking face was in the crook of your neck. You made eye contact with Sam and sent him a small smile, letting your eyes linger on his for a moment. Sam felt his muscles relax slightly and he sent you a smile back. You pushed on his chest to get him to look at you and flicked your head towards the door, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. You and him moved from the bar and out into the night. Sam slammed the rest of his beer down and walked after you two, Dean on his heels. When Sam walked out the door his eyes immediately found you getting into this guy's car. His eyes widened and he all but sprinted to the impala, climbing in and turning the ignition. Dean barely made it into the car before Sam sped off after the two of you.  

“Sam, calm down. Y/N can take care of herself.” Dean tried to reason with his brother.  

“You think I don’t know that? She’s one of the toughest people I have ever met.” Sam gripped the steering wheel tighter, his voice growing in volume as he spoke.  

“Then why are you driving my car like a jackass?” Dean yelled back.  

“Because I love her!” Sam said, hitting the steering wheel with his hand. He took a long breath into his lungs and looked over at Dean, “Because I love her and even though I know she can handle it, I have to be there for her.” His voice was softer this time. There was a moment of silence between the two brothers.  

“Left.” Dean said, pointing at the car turning onto a side street. Sam parked the car on the road near the house. Him and Dean got out and quickly made their way up the driveway with flamethrowers and guns in hand.  

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The rugaru pushed you against the wall as soon as you walked into the house. His breath felt disgusting against your skin. You kicked him hard in the shin, sending him down to the floor. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of your dress and throwing you to the ground next to him. You heard the fabric tear from the force, but you didn’t care. You both stood back up and faced each other. He had an animalistic smile on his face, his eyes wide and crazed. He swung at you, hitting you in the jaw. You weren't going down, not today. You hit him hard in the gut, then grabbed the back of his head and slammed him into the wall. The front door slammed open and Sam charged in with his flamethrower ready. He lit up the rugaru and the three of you watched him burn. Sam looked you over when it was clear the monster was dead. Your cheek and jaw were red and swollen, your dress was torn, and your breathing was labored. He was still so angry at the rugaru and that they had to use you as bait, but he was so happy that you were ok. He felt everything in him relax and take a moment to appreciate a happy time in life.  

You all went back to the motel and you rented your own room for the night, wanting a bed of your own. Well, at least that’s what you told them, really it was just hard to be in the same room with Sam at night. There was something about the darkness that made you want him even more. You walked into your room and got in the shower. You felt the water warm your skin and calm your aching muscles from your fight with the monster. The warmth of the water didn’t do anything for your heart though. That was one ache that never quite went away. You sighed and climbed out of the shower, getting in your pajamas. You got into bed and pulled the covers up tight around you, closing your eyes and waiting for sleep. It never came. The scratchy motel sheets were a reminder of the minutes ticking by with no rest. You rolled onto your back and stared at the water stained ceiling. A knock on the door startled you. Your brow furrowed as you went over to the door, opening it hesitantly. Sam stood on the other side of it, his t-shirt tight around his muscular arms, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.  

“Sam, wha-.” You didn’t get to finish your question. Sam grabbed your face between his large hands and pressed his lips to yours. You made a surprised squeal, but quickly melted against him. It was better than you thought it would be. Your mouths opened together and his tongue licked your bottom lip, pulling you even closer. His hands moved down your body and hooked under your thighs, lifting you against him. He moved and pushed your back against the wall, rolling his hips against you. You moaned into his mouth and pulled on his hair slightly. His fingers wrote full symphonies against your skin. He was so warm. His heart beating in time with yours. His lips roaming and tasting every inch of you. You broke apart to breathe. He rested his forehead against yours, his breath was coming in fast and heavy. His massive hand came up to rest on your chest. His thumb running up and down your throat.  

“I love you.” He whispered into the space between you. You twisted your fingers into his hair and nuzzled your nose against his.  

“I love you too, Sam.” You said back. It was happening. Everything you had ever wanted was here in front of you. His lips were back on yours; you could feel his smile on your lips. His strong arms lifted you once again and laid you down on the bed. His hands slid under your pajama shirt and you could feel the ache in your heart mending itself. He grabbed at your soft flesh, loving the way you felt underneath him. He took both your hands in his and lifted them over your head. He was so close. His skin sliding over yours. The two of you were perfectly intertwined in each other. He was ideal in every way. You had never experienced this much pleasure before. It was spreading throughout you like wildfire, hot and fast.  

When it was over and you both came down from your highs, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your chest. You listened to his steadying breathing and felt your heart slowing in your chest. He crawled back up again, his face level with yours.  

“Say it again.” He asked you. You blinked your eyes open and twisted a strand of his hair in between your fingers, placing it gently behind his ear.

“I love you.” You looked directly into his eyes. He smiled and looked away, a small laugh leaving his lips.  

“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that.” He kissed your forehead, then your eyes, your cheeks, and finally your lips.  

“Probably as long as I have.” You laughed.  

“I’m sorry I waited for you to be used as bait.” His fingers brushed across your temple.  

“I’m sorry I waited for me to be used as bait.” You smiled and ran your fingertips over his back.  

“I’ll never let you go.” He promised you.  

“Never.” You agreed.

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[sunflowersteves]

hi vic! can i get smut 37 with din?

author’s note || of course, you can, babe!! I hope you like it!!

smut prompt || “let’s go skinny dipping.”

warnings || fluff, afab!fic, smut so 18+ only, smut with helmet on, cockwarming, skinny dipping, minors do not interact

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It had been such a long and tiring day. You and Din dropped the child off at Peli’s workshop due to a very dangerous bounty that the two of you were assigned. As the puck stated, they were hard to catch.

It took both you and Din about ten hours tracking the bounty followed by a twenty-minute gunfight, followed by a very rough fistfight. You were still successful as always and obtained the bounty. In other news, however, the two of you were absolutely and utterly exhausted. 

You and Din arrive back to the Razor Crest with the bounty in cuffs just before sunset on that planet. While Din was placing the bounty in carbonite, you took it upon yourself to explore around a little bit.

This planet was particularly full of forests; the tall green trees were some of the biggest you had ever seen. Various plants surrounded each tree as though it was its lifeline, and you could’ve sworn it was one of the most beautiful planets you had seen. 

However, something piqued your interest even further than shrubs and flowers. Not far from the Razor Crest was a hot spring that flowed with warm, simmering water. The water was bright blue and glistening in the sun; you wanted to dive straight into it. 

You walked back to the Razor Crest to see Din waiting for you on the ramp. He watches with a smile on his face at how giddy you’ve become since you went off to explore. 

“Din! There’s a hot spring over there.”

“Good. We can get some clean water-”

“Let’s go skinny dipping!” You didn’t even wait to hear his answer as you run back to the hot spring, taking off all of your items of clothing on the way. You dove straight into the water and relished in the warmth, immediately relaxing your muscles. 

For a while, you were by yourself as you floated around in the simmering water. You hear the crunches of leaves, and you watch Din as he strips down, only leaving the helmet on. He joins you in the hot spring, the water submerging his whole body. Your lips curl into a smile when he lets out a breath, the sound slightly foggy from the modulator. 

“cyar’ika, come here.”

He opens his arms, and you swim over to him. You press a kiss onto the side of his helmet, and his stomach swirls with butterflies. You snuggle into him, your head laying onto his chest. He makes his way over to the rocky surface, where he sits down, letting the two of you relax beneath the warm water. 

You place small kisses onto his scars from various fights and battles. You make your way from his broad chest up to his neck. You press a biting kiss just below his helmet, and you feel the vibration of his moan. You smirk against his neck and kiss the sensitive area again, applying a little more pressure. 

He groans, this time a bit longer. He squirmed slightly underneath your touch as you continued to kiss and bite. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweet one.”

You grinned at him in adoration, but he could also see the small glint in your eyes that meant trouble. Your hands raked down his chest, the tips of your fingers feeling his toned and scarred chest. It practically made you drool; His skin glistened beneath the rays of the sun while you continued to give his neck all of the attention.

His hand dipped lower towards your hips, moving down to your aching cunt. His finger swirled against your sensitive nub prompting a moan to leave your lips. You whined at the sensation, your hips bucking slightly in desperation for more friction. 

“So pretty, so kriffing pretty.” 

He watched as your chest leaned in towards his hand as he molded and squeezed. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, watching as you jolt from the sensation. 

His hands move down to your hips, his cock slipping right into you. He lets you set a pace, your body grinding up and down as the water sloshes around you. You moan out his name while his grunts fill the air. 

“I can never get used to your big fucking cock. You make me so wet, baby, I’m always so wet for you.” He mutters out curses, some you don’t even recognize. His hands make you move a bit faster, his cock pounding it to the spaces your fingers are never able to reach. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that--taking my cock however you want it. F-Fuck, baby-” He broke off his sentence with a moan, his hands gripping your hips even harder than before. 

“Oh, Din, D-Din,” Your mind couldn’t comprehend anything else. You didn’t want to comprehend anything else, but your riduur’s cock slamming into you over and over and over. 

“All you can think about is my cock, huh? All you can think about is that little cunt stuffed full.” 

Din’s eyes moved from your pussy being rammed to your breasts bouncing before him. He almost came then and there just staring at your beautiful body. His pants and groans were getting louder with each sound of skin slapping on skin; the water crashed against you two.  

“So fucking beautiful, and you’re all mine. I want you to say it, cyar’ika. Say you’re mine.” His hand moves down to your clit. He pinched and rubbed slightly, causing you to whimper at his touch. 

“I’m yours. Only yours.” 

His eyes widened as he emptied inside of you, groaning your name over and over like a prayer. But, he never lent up. His cyar’ika hadn’t come undone, yet and he would be damned if he didn’t fuck the daylights out of you. He continued to go at an unruly pace, the water even splashing up onto your face. You felt him hit that certain spot, again and again, that tight coil wanting to come undone any second.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, and your body thrashed against him and the water. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs, the sound echoing throughout the forest. Despite the water surrounding you, your slick gushed out of you. Din never relented as he pounded through your high. 

All that was heard next were your pants and the hot springs slowly coming down to a weighed calmness. An exhausted smile lifted onto your lips as you calmed down, your head resting onto his chest. “Let’s stay here a bit longer, yeah?” 

You nodded in agreement, cunt still stuffed with his cock. But everything seemed content, just in this small, sweet moment. You were his, and he was yours. 

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[lovelyyy-luna]

weak pt. 2

fandom: it movie

fic summary: Y/N moves to the small town of Derry. Strange things start to happen to her and she has to figure it out before something terrible happens

chapter summary: after a beating from her mother she gets invited to a party with the Bowers Gang and something sparks a fire in Y/N

warning: fighting, blood, bruises

word count: 1383

date: december 23, 2020

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All of a sudden your door slams open and your mom grabs you by your hair and pins you down punching you and choking you calling you a slut.

You look back at Pat but he wasn't there. It was all going in slow motion and then it went to black.

You wake up on your bedroom floor with dried blood and a bruised face and collarbone.

You slowly get up from the floor and make your way to the bathroom. You turn the faucet for the tub on and wait for it to get hot.

You step in the water and chills go up your skin and you sink into the tub. You slowly wash away the blood.

This was one of the reasons you didn't want to come to live with your mom. When you were little your mom would beat you and your dad. Then one day your dad took you away when your mom was out. You haven't seen her for about 6 years. She got back into your life and was conning your dad out of his money. You never did see your mom, you only saw her name on the checks your dad would send.

The doorbell rang, you got out of the tub and put a towel on and made your way downstairs, and opened the door.

The boys were standing there and Henry said, “Looks like we caught you at a bad time, didn't know we were getting a show. If I did I would have worn tighter pants.”

You give him a confused and disgusted look. “I had a rough night and I don't need any of your bullshit. If I invite you inside you better stop acting like an ass.”

Henry gives you a smirk and you give him a deadly stare. “Fine okay Jeez.”

“Good. Why don't you guys come on in,” you say in your best hostess voice.

The boys come in but there is no sign of Patrick.

“Guys where's Pat?”

“He's over at his place getting ready. He had a rough night but it looks like you had a rougher one.” Vic says pointing at your face.

You had forgotten you had some bruises.

“Um, I’m going to get dressed. Why don't you guys make yourselves at home.”

You rush upstairs and get ready. Brush your hair and your teeth. And try to cover up the bruises with a concealer. Then you put on some shorts and a shirt. While putting on your shoes you hear a screen door open and slam shut you stand up to look out your window. It was Patrick. You couldn't help but get butterflies. You quickly tie your shoes and head downstairs but not rushing, not making it seem like you were trying to beat seeing Patrick.

Your front door opened and he walked in; he didn't look at you. You felt hurt but you didn't know why. Nothing really happened last night. You didn't even get to kiss him, you just teased him a little.

“Oh good, you're here Pat. Now we can get going.”

You speak up, “Um where are we going?”

Patrick looks at you and smiles, “We are going to a party sweetheart.”

“What kind of party starts at 4?”

He chuckles, “The party isn't starting now it starts at 10. It's over in Castle Rock. Which is a few towns over.”

“Oh okay. Let me go get my bag and my jacket.” you smile and rush upstairs.

The guys pile in the car and are waiting for you.

You close the door behind you and sit next to Patrick.

In the car Blech is driving so he's just paying attention to the road, Vic and Henry are chatting about all the chicks they are going to score and you and Patrick just sit there. You look out the window not paying attention but in actuality are playing hard to get. You just hope that Patrick realizes that.

But since he is a guy he doesn't notice.

Then you feel something on your thigh. You look over and Patrick is looking away from you but he's tracing his finger around your thigh. You smile and look away.

You arrive in Castle Rock around 8. You would've gotten there earlier but the boys kept stopping for food and the restroom.

Belch then pulls up to this beautiful house. “This is where we leave you, sweetheart,” Patrick whispers in your ear.

“What? You guys are leaving me?” you say in a panic.

“Not for good you dumbass. Me and the boys have a few unfinished business to get settled and then we'll be back in time when the party starts.” Henry states.

“So you're just dropping me off at some stranger’s house?”

“She's not a stranger, she is my cousin. I called her and told her that I'd be dropping you off.” Belch said.

“Oh well, that makes it all better.”

You hop out of the car and stand there. “Oh don't worry sweetheart I’ll be back soon.'' Patrick pokes his head out of the window and gives you a kiss on the cheek and in that second they are gone.

They just left you in the dust and your face was still blushing beet red. It took you a second to come down from space and make your way up to the stranger’s house.

You knocked on the door and there was no answer. The door was unlocked so you let yourself in making sure to announce yourself. And then you see this tall blonde come from the kitchen.

“Oh hi! You must be Reggies friend. I'm Amber!”

“Hi! I'm Y/N. Is that Belch’s real name?”

“Yeah, it is. Always thought that that nickname his friends gave him was stupid.”

“It kinda is.”

“Hey, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?”

“Yeah no problem”

Amber had you help with making some snacks. And making sure to hide all the important fragile things in the closet upstairs.

It was getting close to the start of the party and the boys were not back yet.

“Who are you waiting for?” Amber asks, scaring you in the process.

“Just wondering where the boys are,” you say, giving her a small smile.

“ Honey I've been with a lot of guys to know that look. So which one is he?”

“Patrick. But you can't say anything.”

“Honey my lips are sealed.”

Some car lights are coming up to the house. None of them are the boys.

Amber pulls you away from the window and gets you a drink and introduces you to some people from her college. You talk with them for an hour and the boys aren't there so you decided to just focus on the tall guy that has been chatting your ear off about how boring his classes are and all the stereotypical college things.

The music is blaring and people are getting drunk and high. You and the guy, Mark you guess, have been talking and then he asks you to dance. You happily obliged but in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but feel like you are doing something that you are not supposed to be doing.

You and Mark? were just dancing like there was no tomorrow when the boys came into the house. Patrick’s eyes were frantically scanning for you and then he landed on you dancing with that guy. He got angry but he let it go.

He was going to give you a taste of your own medicine.

You were getting a little tired and excused yourself to get something to drink. You and Amber started talking and then he caught your eye. He was dancing with some girl.

She was just up all over him and he let her. A wave of jealousy came upon you. Amber noticed you not paying attention and looked in the direction you were looking at. She makes an O with her mouth.

She left and went to the living room.

Patrick looked over at you and smiled and wrapped his arms around the girl’s body pulling her in closer.

You wanted to walk over to them and rip her apart from him and cave her face in. But you didn't want to seem like a psycho. But you didn't know why you were walking over to them. It was like something was taking over your body. You’re outside of your body watching yourself punch her in the face.

It wasn't until Belch and Henry had to pry you away from her that you came back to reality.

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[minimitchell]

benmitchellweek day 5 - “is that supposed to be a challenge?”  (ao3 link)

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Ben doesn’t actually need to do any washing at the laundromat. They have a perfectly good washing machine at the house. It’s just that the one time Karen asked him to drop by the laundrette because she had something for Lexi, there was this guy sitting in one of the chairs by the machines, completely engrossed in a book.

And because Ben is a complete idiot, he purposefully went by the laundrette as often as he could to find out if that guy using it was a one off or if he goes there regularly, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to ask Karen about him.

He feels a bit like some creepy stalker but it only takes him a couple of weeks to figure out that the guy does his washing there every two weeks on a Friday afternoon, always round about the same time. 

He doesn’t know what it is about the guy, they haven’t even spoken or anything, but there is just something to him that captures Ben's attention in a way no one has done for a very long time. He thinks it’s maybe the nicely-kept stubble that decorates his cheeks or the soft looking brown hair. Or maybe it’s the absolutely captivating blue of his eyes that he got to see when their eyes met that one time he was passing by.

Whatever it is, it’s enough to make Ben regress into a teenager with a crush again, trying to get the cute guy to notice him. He must be new around here, since Albert Square is a place where everyone knows everyone and he definitely doesn’t know who this guy is. He’d like to, but he doesn’t. He hasn’t seen him around the market, or in the chippy, or even in the Vic and it only adds to this weird fascination Ben has developed.

A fascination he’s tried hard to keep hidden, especially from the mother of his child, but apparently he hasn’t been as successful as he thought he’d been.

“Ben, you can’t go there every week until he notices you. It’s dead creepy.”

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?”

Lola’s rolling her eyes at him over her cup of coffee, checking to see if their daughter is still playing idly on the swings. They’ve used the rare occurrence where they both have the afternoon off to take her to the park and it made Ben realize that he has missed spending time with both of them like this. Yeah, they live together but they rarely spend time together as just the three of them. Normally, they’re always doing something with his mum, or his dad, or Jay. And while he loves the rest of his family, it’s still nice to spend time with his mate and their daughter.

Even if all she does is tease him about his crush on laundromat guy.

“So ask him out next time.”

Ben shakes his head while taking a sip from his own coffee, giving his daughter a cheer when she screams over at them to look how high she’s getting.

“I can’t. I’ve never said a word to him before.”

“So you just sit in the same room as him and stare at him until your washing is done? That’s somehow even worse, Ben. Besides, that fact has never stopped you before, has it?”

This is different though. He doesn’t want to pick the guy up and take him home with him. He wants to get to know him, maybe go to dinner with him and listen to him talk about the book he’s currently reading. It’s a new thing for him; to be so invested in someone he doesn’t know that the physical aspect of it all doesn’t even come into play until later. It’s unnerving to say the least, because it means that he’s completely out of his element with this.

Not that he’s going to give any of that information to Lola right now. She’ll only tease him more, call him ‘in love’ probably.

He’s about to give a retort when he catches a glimpse of tall brown hair and that lean body across the square. The guy’s stepping out of his brother’s old restaurant they’ve been trying to sell for a while now, some papers in one hand while shaking his mum’s with the other.

“Shit, Lo, that’s him.”

Lola follows his gaze to laundromat guy and they’re both watching him say goodbye to Ben’s mother with a bright smile on his face, before he disappears down the street.

“Oh, he’s fit. If he ain’t gay send him my way, please.”

“For your fiancé and my brothers sake, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

They exchange a small laugh with each other, knowing it’s all in jest.

“You should ask your mom what they were doing though. Saves you from stalking that poor bloke any longer.”

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Turns out, laundromat guy’s name is Callum and he’s the one who bought his brother’s old space. Apparently, he’s new here and plans to open his own restaurant. He’s only a few years older than Ben and is a very nice, young man - according to his mother anyway. She also informs him that she’s invited Callum to this week’s Friday dinner. A fact, that Ben only freaks out about a little. Honestly.

The day the dinner finally rolls around he’s more than a little nervous. No one but Lola knows about his little infatuation with Callum and he desperately hopes that no one will embarrass him tonight. If everything goes well, he’s going to ask Callum out on a date later and hopefully, they’ll end up dating and Callum can cook delicious food for him for the rest of their lives. At least, that’s what Ben envisions.

Him and Lola are already settled around the laid table, while Lexi is still upstairs washing her hands and his mom is putting the finishing touches on their dinner, when the doorbell rings.

“Oh, I’ll get it. That must be Callum.”

His mom is practically running from the kitchen at the sound, almost looking like she’s the one hoping to score a date with Callum. Ben looks over at the doorway when the sound of two voices mingling gets louder, trying to ignore Lola’s teasing smile next to him, failing to not get lost in the smooth tones of Callum’s voice.

Ben feels his mouth go a little dry when they finally step into the living room, because Callum looks gorgeous. He’s wearing a crisp, white dress shirt and tight, black jeans and his hair is as nicely gelled as it normally is when they’re seeing each other at the laundrette. He’s still holding a bottle of wine in his hands and Ben is overcome with the urge to feel one of his large hands in his.

His eyes shine with recognition when he meets Ben’s gaze and he sends him a small smile; one, Ben can’t help but return.

“Callum, this is Ben and Lola. Lola’s fiancé Jay is joining us later, he’s still at work.”

“And our daughter Lexi is still upstairs but she’s going to, no doubt, bombard you with questions about your restaurant soon.”

Callum lets out a small laugh at that, although he momentarily had a weird look on his face when Ben mentioned their daughter. He really hopes that it isn’t down to Callum not liking kids; it’d definitely be a dealbreaker for Ben.

The dinner goes extremely well, despite the awkwardness from earlier. Callum is great with Lexi; answering every single one of her questions with ease and patience and Lola had to nudge him quite a bit to not overdo the heart eyes when looking at Callum interacting with his daughter. He’s charming and funny and honestly has a great vision for his future restaurant.

Ben is nothing short of enamored with him.

Somehow, they find themselves in the kitchen together. Ben did some washing up so that his mum could sit back and relax a little and Callum joined him when he came in to get another beer. It’s almost sickenly domestic and once they were done with it, they stayed in here to continue chatting in peace, away from the loud chatter that’s filling up the living room, especially with Jay having joined them now.

It’s nice; they’ve figured out that they have quite a lot in common and Ben is almost certain that Callum is flirting with him from time to time. One thing in particular they’ve learned is that they’re both gay.

“Oh, I assumed because of Lexi that you’re straight. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a long story, but I’m definitely into guys.”

“Good to know.”

They’re just swaying back and forth in his kitchen, matching dopey smiles on their faces, and Ben is pretty sure that Callum’s going to say yes to that date after all. It makes him giddy with excitement; warmth and hope blooming in his chest at the prospect of it. He’s about to ask Callum, when the door opens and Jay walks in, straight to the fridge and completely unaware of the obvious, romantic tension filling the kitchen. Callum doesn’t seem that bothered though, not really paying Jay any more attention right now.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to come say hi when I saw you at the laundrette. I don’t know why I didn’t, but maybe next time we could go grab a coffee while we’re waiting?”

Ben is ready to say yes to Callum’s suggestion when Jay turns around and gives them a confused look, interrupting their moment.

“What are you going to the laundrette for? You have a perfectly fine washing machine right here.”

Jay doesn’t stick around for the fallout; only shaking his head and exiting the kitchen again, leaving Ben behind to drown in embarrassment. When he opens his eyes again - and when had he closed them anyway - Callum is looking at him with barely concealed amusement and Ben would really like the ground to swallow him up right now, please and thank you.

“Okay so I might’ve gone there a few times just to see you. I’d love to go for that coffee though, if you still want to.”

When Callum steps forward into his space, he settles both of his hands on Ben’s neck, using them to pull him the rest of the way into his own body. Ben thinks it’s heavenly how great they fit together until Callum seals their lips together in a soft kiss and then he knows what’s really heaven - the feeling of Callum’s lips on his own and his skin under Ben’s fingertips. 

It’s only a short kiss but it leaves Ben with an explosion of butterflies in his stomach, spreading all the way throughout his body.

“I still want to.”

Ben can’t wait for it. He’ll ask about Callum cooking him dinner later.

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Miss Independent...

For the sweet @queenofgotham800​ and @onemoreparadise​

Hope you will enjoy the story!​

She got her own thing.

That's why I love her!

Miss independent,

Won't you come and spend a little time?

She got her own thing.

That's why I love her!

Miss independent.

Oh, the way she shines,

Miss independent!

Miss Independent - Ne Yo (2008)

Sitting in the bar, Victor silently drank his glass of whiskey while watching the other patrons getting drunk, flirting, puking on the floor, or dancing like dislocated puppets.

He growled: they were all pathetic! He did not know how his boss manages to tolerate those jackasses in his club.

Something caught his eye, and he looked at a young brown-haired woman, who leaned her elbows on the counter.

She has something in her attitude that interested him: she did not look like the other girls. This one might be more appealing than he thought.

Smirking, he got up and walked towards her. 

Victor cleared his throat and asked:

"Hey, pretty! You enjoy the party?"

The young woman turned her head and answered:

"Not really. I'd rather not be like those clowns!"

Zsasz chuckled: he already liked her!

"Well, we have this in common. But those idiots make my boss rich, so I had to put up with them!"

"I guess so... But at least, the drinks are good!" she smirked.

"Glad to hear that!"

She slightly frowned when she noticed the scars on his face.

"I see... You must be Victor Zsasz, Roman Sionis's most trusted henchman!"

"Oh? You've heard about me?"

"Who doesn't hear about you in Gotham?" 

He shrugged.

"I don't know... Maybe those who think Roman is defenseless!"

He leaned closer to the young woman:

"And you, who are you?"

She grinned.

"Do you really want to know my name? Or it's just a formality before shagging me?"

Victor raised his eyebrows: she was quite frank about that!

"Even if it's not that obvious, I have some manners. I prefer asking the name of the person I want to have in my bed tonight!"

"Oh? Is that a proposition?"

"Only if you're interested!"

As she was about to answer, a drunken guy stumbled near to her and asked in a slurred voice:

"Hey, baby! Wanna have some fun tonight? I've got everything you want!"

"No, thank you! I've already found my fun!" she answered with a cold tone.

But the alcoholic did not take "no" as an answer, and he gripped her wrist.

"You will come with me, you little..."

He did not finish his sentence as a foot in his face sending him backward, with a broken nose.

Zsasz was impressed, to say the least: he thought he would peeling off this jerk's face, but it looked like the lady can defend herself.

"Mh, you know how to kick ass, right?"

"In a city like this, you better learn fast how to be a predator!"

A wide grin came across his face: he was lucky, tonight!

"So, about my proposition... You're still interested?"

"Well... I bet you know how to have fun!"

He gave her his best hungry smile.

"I have many tricks in my sleeve... Why don't you come with me?"

Her smile gave him butterflies in the stomach. She had some magnetic charisma that attracted him. Victor did not know why, but this girl would save his night!

"Okay, I follow. Are we going to your place, or you prefer a hotel room?"

"My place: it's not far from here!"

She got up from her seat and said:

"Shall we go, or do you plan to talk to me all night long?"

"You're a woman of few words, eh? I like that!"

The pair left the club and walked to Victor's place. After a few minutes, they arrived at the flat. No sooner had they entered the flat than they were already on the bed, feverishly kissing each other. They get undressed in a hurry, craving touch from each other.

His hands slowly wandered all over her body, making her sigh with pleasure. As for her, she slightly touched his scars, mentally counting each tally on his skin.

"Memories?" she asked.

"Kind of..." he muttered.

Victor inquired:

"But you did not tell me your name?"

Smirking, she leaned close to him and whispered:

"You know what? Just call me baby tonight."

Grinning, the killer pinned her down on the mattress:

"As you wish... Baby!"

And they resumed their lovemaking with unleashed desire, discovering each other's bodies and making the other scream their name. As he gets lost in her arms, Victor thought that his night was not wasted...

The next morning.

When Victor woke up, he felt that he was alone in the bed. As he stretched out, he realized that he was all alone in his flat. There was no sound of the shower or anything that could state her presence. 

Suddenly, he noticed a piece of paper on his nightstand. Unfolding it, he read its contents:

It was a likable night. Nice to meet you. Baby.

No phone number, no address: obviously, the lady did not want to extend the experience. A bitter grin appeared on Victor's face: usually, he was the one who ran away after dawn, leaving his one-night stand alone. But this time, he was the one left. 

Given the lady's character, he should not be surprised: it looked like Baby - as she called herself - loved to preserve her independence. 

However, there was something within this girl that fascinated him, but he cannot tell what. Her confidence, her appearance, her sarcastic comments... Or, maybe everything?

The scarred guy sighed: he would probably never know the answer. How will he find this girl in a city as big as Gotham?

As he got up, Victor sighed: definitively, she knew what she wanted and did not care what the others would say.

Really, she was an independent woman and never looked back. A tough girl, the kind he liked.

"You know how to break guys, uh? Miss Independent..."

A few months later.

"FUCK! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

Victor sighed as Roman kicked a man out of his room, fuming with anger. For some days, Mr. Sionis tried to hire new henchmen for his business... And it was not successful, to say the least.

While the candidate ran for his life, Roman yelled:

"Damn it! Is it too hard to find competent guys, or is it just me?" ranted Roman as he threw his cushion on the wall.

"You're right, Boss. They are useless!"

"Yeah, I have noticed! But they just wasted my time... AND I FUCKING HATE THAT!" 

Victor patted Roman's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay, Boss: we will find qualified guys."

"I hope so..." muttered Roman as he sipped his Martini glass.

Suddenly, Miss Lee, Roman's secretary, appeared and said:

"Sir, one last candidate is waiting outside..."

"Ah, really?"

"Indeed. Shall I let her in?"

"Her? You mean that a girl wants to work for me?"

"It is the case. Do you want to see this candidate?"

The mob boss shrugged.

"After all, why not? Tell her to come in!"

"Alright, sir." answered the secretary before walking out the room.

Sionis smirked:

"How funny. Can you believe it, Vic? A girl wants to cross swords with the toughest guys of Gotham! Either she is crazy, or she is a badass!"

"Wait and see, Roman," smirked Victor.

A few seconds later, Miss Lee arrived, escorting a young woman.

"Mr. Sionis, your last candidate..."

The moment he saw the young woman, Victor nearly screamed in surprise: it cannot be! 

As for Roman, he gave his most charming smile and welcomed the young woman:

"Good afternoon, dear. Sorry for the waiting: I was pretty busy."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sionis." answered the girl.

"The pleasure is mine. Yet, you know my name, but I don't know yours. May I know it?"

"Of course: my name is (Y/N)"

"(Y/N)..." mumbled Victor.

Oblivious of his right-hand man's turmoil, Roman gestured to (Y/N):

"Please, take a seat. Fancy a drink?"

"No, thanks. I want to stay clean..."

"Uh, interesting... Alright, let's get down to business: why do you want to work for me?"

"Honestly, you're the only mob boss who pays his employees well. Furthermore, you're the only one who accepts the idea of a woman working for him."

"Honestly, I was taken aback when my secretary told me about you. But, after all, I can give it a try."

He smirked.

"However, I must be honest: I am a demanding boss, and I only work with professionals."

Victor knew what Roman meant, and he was quite intrigued: will (Y/N) manage to succeed?

"What do you want from me?" asked the young woman.

"You know, as I try to find competent people for my security, I want to be sure that my employees know how to fight..."

"Who should I fight?"

She glanced at Victor with a smirk.

"Do you want me to fight your loyal Mister Zsasz?"

"No, no, no: Victor is too important... But I have to admit that you like the challenge."

"Life is no fun without challenges!"

Sionis laughed.

"You're far more interesting than I expected! Let's see if you're a good fighter! STAN!"

A tall blonde muscular man appeared in the room.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Fight that girl: if she kicks your ass, she is hired! Otherwise, I don't care!"

Stan had a dirty smile.

"Can she be my toy if I win?"

"You pig!" she growled, unpleased.

"If you want... Now, fight!" answered Roman.

Stan launched a punch at (Y/N). But she easily avoided it, much to Roman and his henchmen's surprise.

As for Stan, he was shocked: nobody escaped his punches. And he was not out of the woods...

"That's all? Too slow... My turn!" she replied before violently kicking his ribs, breaking one or two bones in the process.

"Ouch! That hurts, for sure!" grimaced Roman.

"Sure, it must be..." answered Victor... who secretly enjoyed seeing this idiot of Stan beaten by (Y/N).

Speaking of the latter, he was pissed! This little bitch would pay for that!

"Come here, you..."

"No thanks!" she said before catching his arm and pinning him down.

Once her opponent down, she twisted his arm, breaking it.

"Next time you dare speak to me, you better show me some respect, or I'll smash your skull! Am I clear?" 

Nodding with panic, Stan exited the room, holding his broken arm. 

Satisfied, (Y/N) turned to Roman and asked:

"Am I hired?"

"For sure, you are! You are a tough woman, and I like that! Can you start today?"

"Sure, Mister Sionis."

"Wonderful, my dear (Y/N). Welcome to my organization! Tonight, you will be with Victor and me at the club. Speaking of that, he will show you the main points of my territory."

He ordered Victor:

"Take the car and show her the main places. You have time until 9 p.m. Is that good for you?"

"Sure, boss." answered the scarred man with a nod.

He picked the keys and gestured:

"Follow me, (Y/N)."

"I arrive. See you later, boss."

Once the two are in the car, Victor asked:

"So, your real name was (Y/N)?"

"Yes, and so? What's the matter?"

He looked at her:

"Why you did not tell me your real name?"

"Honestly, you and I were just good for a one-night stand, and nothing more. So, I did not see the purpose to tell you my name?"

"You got the point... I have another question."

"Go ahead."

"Why you decided to work for Roman?"

"Because I knew you would be there..."

Victor raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes. Because, as surprising as it sounds... I really enjoyed my night with you... And you are the most interesting man I ever met."

Zsasz chuckled.

"Well, that's flattering."

(Y/N) smirked.

"Now, that's my turn to ask you a question: when I arrived, I saw that you were surprised to see me, and also... happy. Why?"

Victor seemed embarrassed.

"You have noticed, uh? Well, you're right: I did not expect to see you again, after the note you left. And I was happy because... you're really my type of girl. Smart, tough, and badass. So, I was vexed when you left..."

"I thought that it was you want. And for once it was the girl who let first..."

Victor laughed.

"You're right: it changed, for once. But what bothered me was that for once I found an interesting girl, she vanished before dawn."

"Now, here I am!"

"Yes, here you are..."

He leaned close to her.

"After work, fancy a drink at my place?"

"With pleasure, dear. And this time, I won't disappear!" she smirked.

"Glad to hear that... Now, let's go: we have a long drive before us!"

During the drive, Victor and (Y/N) tried to catch up on time by trying to know each other.

Finally, he found his Miss Independent, and he won't let her go...

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you enjoyed the story that was slightly inspired by this wonderful crackship made by @onemoreparadise​ that I requested!

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See you later and stay safe! 😍😘🥰😷

[call-me-rei]

Party Animal

Friday nights on a college campus were everything the movies made them out to be. They were loud, unsupervised, crazy, and full of questionable decisions. No one was complaining though, especially not the students.

After a long week of lectures, labs, and all-nighters due to an overwhelming amount of assignments, students on campus wanted to let loose before it all started over again on Monday. And what better way to do that than with a wild party?

Tonight’s party was brought to the students by a fraternity brother who had just rented a house off-campus. He had finally set everything up and made the space available for a housewarming party. It was originally supposed to be for his fellow brothers and some of the members of their sister sorority, but word spread quickly around campus and soon people who didn’t even know the guy were making plans to show up to his house. Those people didn’t even know his name, but that didn’t matter.

Students got out of class and did what they needed to do to prepare for the event. Some rested after being in lectures all day, others pregamed with shots of various liquors to let loose before heading to a random person’s house.

Vic Fuentes, though? Vic fantasized.

Vic had heard about the party while he was in astronomy class. Actually, he always heard about parties in astronomy class. It was his last class of the day and by that time lots of information about the school’s social gatherings had been made known. It also helped that some of the most popular kids at school (the athletes) were in his class. They knew about all the goings-on whether they were meant to be in the loop or not.

It was 2:55 PM and Vic was sitting in his seat waiting for class to start. He liked getting to his classes early so he could socialize with his friends before the professor started the lesson, but he didn’t have any friends in this class, so he resorted to texting them. He was getting frustrated though since no one answered his latest message that he’d sent almost fifteen minutes ago. Their last classes ended earlier than Vic’s, so they should’ve at least read the message. What could they be doing?

He was distracted from sending another message when a loud group of students entered the room.

Vic rolled his eyes to himself before looking down at his phone and switching to a different app. It’s not that Vic didn’t like these students; he just didn’t appreciate the peace of the room being disturbed. Everyone who was there was minding their own business, having a quiet conversation with the other people sitting at their table before these guys entered.

Vic tried to ignore them, but he couldn’t ignore the name that one of them had spoken.

“Hey, Kellin, you going to Blake’s party tonight?”

Kellin. That name had Vic’s ears perked and ready to eavesdrop.

Vic had a huge crush on Kellin Quinn; he’d liked him since he saw him in their English class at the beginning of the semester. Kellin was slightly taller than Vic with dark black hair that often fell in front of his face, bright green eyes that pulled him in, and tattoos that covered his arms and legs, making him look like a total badass.

He was way out of Vic’s league.

While Vic was the quiet, standoffish type, Kellin was a social butterfly. He’d made friends with almost everyone in English and astronomy, which would explain why he was hanging out with the loud kids. Vic didn’t mind though. He didn’t really talk to Kellin so he’d bear the chatter if it meant he could hear his crush speak.

“Yeah dude,” Kellin replied, “it’s gonna be sick! Nine o’clock, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you the address.”

That was as far as their conversation went when their professor entered and asked everyone to get to their seats. Vic tried his best not to stare as his crush took his regular seat in front of him.

The lesson started and Vic tried his best to focus on lecture on the moon, but Kellin was so distracting. It was obvious that the raven-haired boy wasn’t too interested in whatever was being taught. Science wasn’t Kellin’s strongest subject. Well, any subject that involved numbers wasn’t Kellin’s strongest subject. He dreaded his math and science classes with a passion, but he had some friends in those classes that made it all bearable.

However, Kellin hardly acknowledged Vic. They had two classes together every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and they sat near each other in both of them. Kellin knew who Vic was, but other than having a face to put a name to, he didn’t have much information on him. He did know that Vic was a nice guy who loved making music. They’d talked about it once in English class when they were deciding on a subject for their ethnographic research project.

Kellin leaned his head onto his hand as he listened to his professor drone on about how to calculate the motions of Earth and the moon.

The professor gave the class a chance to work with the members of their table on the latest assignment. Kellin faced forward and looked at Vic who had already started on the worksheet.

“Hey,” Kellin whispered. Vic looked up in an instant. “Do you understand what’s going on right now?”

Vic couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, let me help you out.”

The two worked together for the remainder of class. Vic was a good tutor and had actually helped Kellin understand the lesson he hadn’t paid any attention to. Maybe that was why Kellin asked him, “You going to the party tonight?”

Vic was intrigued; he’d never been to a college party before, nor did he ever have the intention to go to one. But when Kellin asked he figured it was time to step out of his comfort zone, especially if it meant he’d get to spend time with his crush.

“Sure, but I need an address.”

“No problem. I’ll text you.”

Vic nodded and watched Kellin as he left the room with the group of boys he walked in with. He let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and pulled his phone out of him pocket to send a message to his group chat:

Any of you wanna go to a party tonight?

Hell yeah!

He shook his head, not surprised that that was the message to receive a response.

***

Vic was uncomfortable. This wasn’t his scene. Why the hell did he come?

His friends were having way more fun than he was. In fact, they were having so much fun that Vic hadn’t seen them in almost an hour. He’d made them promise that they wouldn’t leave him alone since this was the first college party he’d ever attended, but obviously that was a lie.

He was standing in the kitchen of a stranger’s house with a bottle of hard lemonade in his hand. He wanted to take it easy since he was designated driver. It was a unanimous decision among his friends from the moment he texted them.

He had some really horrible friends.

Vic leaned against a counter and looked out into the living room. Furniture was pushed against the wall to make room for dancing, the television was on playing music from the host’s phone, and people were all over the place drinking, playing drinking games, and socializing. There was a group outside smoking and there were definitely couples in one or more of the bedrooms hooking up.

This definitely wasn’t Vic’s scene.

He’d only agreed to come to this party for one reason, and that reason was nowhere to be seen. He was ready to call it a night, find his friends, and go home. He’d only been there for an hour, but he was bored and nothing going on piqued his interest. That was until…

“Oh shit, the life of the party is here.”

Vic looked toward the entrance of the kitchen and saw an acquaintance, Gabe, walking in with a friend and a smile on his face.

“Who’s here?” Vic asked.

Gabe chuckled in response and pointed to the front door. Vic looked and felt his heart thump harder seeing Kellin Quinn walk into the house. He was wearing a black band tee with the sleeves cut off and rips in it, and black skinny jeans with holes in the knees. His hair was disheveled, as if he’d run his hand through it all day. He looked good.

Vic continued to watch his crush as the young adult said hello to people in the living room.

“Have you been to a party with Kellin before?” Gabe asked, taking Vic away from his staring.

“Uh, no,” he stuttered. “Why?”

Gabe chuckled again and grabbed a plastic cup from the counter, filling it up some ice and spiked punch the host had made. “There’s a reason why we call Kell the life of the party. If you’re gonna be hanging out here for a while just keep him away from the strong stuff.”

Vic looked at him in confusion, to which Gabe explained, “He gets a little out of control when he’s drunk.”

That just confused Vic more. “Out of control how?”

Gabe looked to his friend and laughed. “He just gets really crazy. He kinda forgets he’s in public and does some…questionable things with people.” He walked over to Vic and patted his shoulder. “Just make sure he doesn’t put on a show for everyone tonight. We can’t go through that again.” With that the two boys left the room.

Vic stood there still confused but now a little intrigued. To him, Gabe’s warnings sounded very suggestive. Was Kellin more promiscuous when he wasn’t sober? Did that mean Vic had a shot? He obviously wouldn’t take advantage of the guy, but if it meant that he had the slightest chance of getting closer to Kellin and finally making his move then he’d go for it.

***

Kellin was an interesting drunk, but not in the way Vic thought or had hoped.

Kellin had gone into the kitchen after talking with his friends for a few minutes and greeted Vic. Then he filled a cup with some spiked punch that had way too much alcohol in it to be considered legal and left. Vic, not wanting to miss out on drunk Kellin and his chance to flirt with him, followed him out into the living room. He sat next to his crush on the couch against the wall and sipped his drink along with the other people in the room.

“You guys are boring!” Kellin complained, his words slurring together. At this point he’d gone back to the kitchen for two more refills and was certainly feeling the effects of the drink. “Does anyone wanna dance or something?”

Without a second thought Vic looked at him and answered, “Sure.”

Vic didn’t know if Kellin was into guys, but when he didn’t reject the offer, he took that as a sign that he had a shot at some sensual moves.

Boy, was he wrong.

Vic quickly learned what Gabe had meant when he said Kellin lost control when he was drunk. The raven-haired boy was almost completely out of it and his dance moves showed that. The music that was playing was upbeat with more sexually suggestive lyrics. Vic assumed Kellin would try to grind on him or something. No, instead Kellin was a blur of arms moving back and forth, head bobs, and hips swaying, and not in a sexy way.

The song ended and changed to a faster one and the boy looked like he was being tased. He was sipping from his cup and moving his shoulders and elbows like he was trying to fight his way out of a crowd. Vic had no choice but to stand back and watch to avoid getting hit.

The other people on the dance floor didn’t seem to fazed by it; they’d been to parties with Kellin before and were used to seeing him like this. Vic was just so shocked. Every time he’d seen his crush around campus he was so cool and collected. Now he looked like he needed to be tied down and tranquilized to avoid hurting someone.

Vic slipped away from the scene and back into the kitchen to get Kellin some water. He knew Kellin would need something to lessen the effects of all the alcohol. But then he saw Kellin filling his cup with the spiked punch for the fourth time and he knew it was time to go.

“Nope,” he said forcefully. “I think you’ve had enough for one night.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Kellin pouted. It took everything Vic had not to comment on how his lips looked so inviting.

“Yeah, I’m the worst,” he said dismissively. “C’mon, I’ll take you back to your dorm.” Kellin didn’t object this time, so Vic texted his friends telling them what he was doing and asking if any of them wanted to go with him. All of them told him they were going to stay; his friend Austin told him to use a condom.

Vic refused to reply to that message and led Kellin outside to his car.

The ride to Kellin’s dorm was an interesting one. Kellin couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“You have such nice hair,” he said as he twirled a lock of Vic’s hair in his fingers. “It’s so soft and long and pretty.”

“Thanks,” Vic mumbled, trying to focus on the road in front of him.

“And you have really pretty eyes. And you have really nice arms. And your voice is hot.”

What? Vic didn’t know how to respond to all of that.

“I know someone who has a crush on you. They think you’re really hot.”

“Is it you?” Vic asked jokingly. He wasn’t prepared for the answer he got.

“Yup.”

His eyes went wide. He looked over to Kellin in hopes to keep the conversation going, but Kellin had engrossed himself in the streetlights they were passing. He was enjoying the “pretty colors.”

A minute later they pulled into the parking lot of Kellin’s dorm building. With much effort Vic was able to get the boy out of the car, into the building, and in the elevator to the third floor where his room was. He took Kellin’s key and unlocked the door.

“You wanna sleep in your bed or do you think the couch would be easier for you?”

“I’ll sleep with you.” Vic rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine when Kellin winked at him after that sentence.

He helped Kellin into his bedroom and got him some water, painkillers, and a trash can in case he needed them. He said goodbye to the boy as he was getting undressed for bed, but not before admiring him without a shirt on for a few seconds.

Vic walked back to his car and shook his head. Well, tonight didn’t go as planned at all, but at least he learned he might have a chance to make up for it.

***

Kellin felt like shit. He’d woken up with a splitting headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. He wasn’t sure how he got back to his bedroom, but he assumed his roommate, Jaime, had dragged him home at the end of the night.

It was quite surprising when he checked his phone and saw a certain message.

Hey Kellin. I don’t want you to freak out when you wake up so I’m sending you this. You got pretty drunk last night and I couldn’t leave you there like that so I took you back to your dorm. There’s water and ibuprofen on your nightstand if you need it and hopefully you found the trashcan. Let me know if you need anything or if you wanna talk about the other night. See you on Monday.

Kellin couldn’t help but smile. His crush had taken care of him when he needed it. That was so-

Wait.

Vic had seen him drunk? Oh no. Vic had seen him drunk. This new revelation led Kellin to emptying his stomach in the trashcan by his bed. He groaned when he was done. I’m never drinking again, he thought as he took the ibuprofen and leaned against his pillows. He did get up to shower and brush his teeth after some time, still regretting his actions from the previous night. He felt the need to apologize to everyone who’d seen him, just like he felt after every party he went to.

So he texted Vic and asked to meet up with him at a nearby coffee shop.

***

Vic couldn’t help but chuckle at the look of embarrassment on Kellin’s face. They were sitting across from each other sipping their coffees and having small pastries. Kellin had asked Vic about his actions the night before, and Vic had told him everything minus his confession that he had a crush him. He didn’t want to embarrass the boy more than he already was.

“I’m so, so, so sorry that you had to take care of me.”

Vic waved him off. “It’s no problem. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. I felt like shit when I woke up though. Thanks for leaving the medicine and water.”

Vic nodded and sipped his coffee. They sat in a semi-comfortable silence with Kellin still obsessing over his dancing. He never wanted Vic to see him like that, but now it was out in the open and he was mortified. He was more than positive that he’d lost his chance with the brown-eyed boy.

But Vic still found Kellin to be ridiculously attractive, and last night just made him fall harder than before.

The two eventually threw their trash away and walked out of the coffee shop.

“I’m sorry again,” Kellin said. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all do and say things we don’t mean when we’re drunk.”

“Yeah, but you-” He stopped himself. “Say things? What do you mean by that?”

Vic blushed and shook his head. “Forget I said anything. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” He turned away to head to his car, intending to leave it at that. But that line had sparked something in Kellin’s memory and he gasped.

“Wait!” Vic stopped and looked back at Kellin who was now standing on the sidewalk with his eyes wide open in shock. “I…I…Did I…”

“Yeah,” Vic answered with a nod, “you told me.”

“Fuck.”

The tan boy walked back over to Kellin who was silently freaking out. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t sweat it.”

Kellin shook his head. “It’s just…” He didn’t know how to explain his feelings. He expected Vic to be more nervous knowing that a guy had admitted that he had feelings for him, but Vic had gotten over that over the course of the night. Kellin didn’t know that and assumed his reaction was because he didn’t feel the same way.

“Are you telling me not to worry about it because you feel bad for me or because you don’t feel the same way and you’re trying to be nice.”

“Honestly?” Vic stepped closer and reached out and grabbed the taller boy’s hand. “Neither.”

Kellin blushed, unable to say anything other than, “Oh.”

Vic, now feeling some confidence after seeing his crush embarrassed, smiled. “How about we start over? We can try this again, but without the alcohol.”

Kellin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sure.” The two stood there, probably looking weird to passers-by, but they were enjoying the calm, quiet moment of looking into each other’s eyes and wondering how far their relationship could go.

“Wait,” Kellin gasped when a new thought occurred. “So you’re saying you weren’t turned off when you saw me dance last night?”

Vic shook his head with a laugh. “I mean, I was really hoping you’d grind on me, but no, I wasn’t turned off.”

“Really? I thought I did grind on you.” The two shared a laugh. “I think it’s better that I didn’t,” Kellin continued once they’d settled down. “I can grind much better on you when I’m sober.”

Vic bit his bottom lip, his eyes darkening at the thought. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. You wanna find out?”

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Yo! This is my first ever one shot so let me know what you think! And if you have any other prompts you'd like to see me write please comment or message me.

Shoutout to my friends in The Kellictive™ for giving me this idea and encouraging me to write it 💜