#soft dorky white boys are my weakness

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl, part 8

Against my wishes, APNS has decided to extend itself even further, so expect 2-3 more parts haha :') Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here, part 6 here, and part 7 here. Thanks for reading!

On my knees before a monster and watched by a camera that would gleefully end me, I laughed. “You know,” I said, giggling like a schoolgirl in the face of her blinding wrath, “You really should look behind you.” 

Nonplussed, she tilted her head 180° like an owl. “I see nothing,” she replied. “Do not think you can trick your way out of this o… Oh. Oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” I remarked, and gave a little way to the camera that had been watching us this whole time. Its lens glowed lava-hot with wrath, trained on Mrs C like a laser.

In a moment that felt like an hour, she went up in white-hot flames. I pressed myself against the wall, feeling it scorch me from its sheer rage. A scream that could have been her being torn apart bounced off the walls, and she fell back. For a moment, our eyes met, one monster to another.

Then she was a pile of ash, glowing red, stinking up the air with her remains. I unstuck myself from the wall and plucked a flake of C from my hair. “Brother,” I called out to the darkness. “Are you alright?”

L did not respond. Finally, he unfolded himself from the protective ball he had curled into. “This was why I said don't go near the bloody cameras,” he croaked. “Be grateful I saved your little boy-toy.” 

I walked over to him. Indeed, Dane was breathing, shallow breaths between gasps of pain. “It'll be alright,” I promised him, heart breaking at his expression. The way Dane's eyes were glazed over, shaking and crying softly… Curses, I had promised the kid I would protect him. The urge to fix him immediately, consequences be damned, overtook me. I wrestled control over myself and said, “L, use your jacket to cover the camera. I'm certain it will work.” I had tested that myself, in the very first nerve-wracking moments of my life as a schoolgirl.

Grudgingly, he got up and flung his jacket over the camera, obscuring the hateful red. “Right,” he said, staring down at Dane with a blank expression on his face. “I take it we've got to save him?”

“Of course we do!” I bared my teeth at him. “I promised him, you know that? When his parents disappeared in the night, he came to me for help. When he found himself alone, he trusted me. When he learnt about what I was and what lived in the dark places, he still stood by me. So yes, we have to save him.”

I placed my hands on my apprentice's soft flesh. There was a bone jutting out awkwardly, and I pushed it back into place. Any mortal medical professional would have been horrified at my methods, but I knew what I was doing. Quietly, I put him back together, shushing him when he cried out, stroking his hair as I had done every time he wept. My skirt was damp with his tears, but I could not care less.

Finally, the last wound had been mended, and I gently coaxed him to his feet. He shivered on his legs, barely able to support himself. “It's alright,” I whispered, holding out my hands. “She’s gone. Come on, little one. It's all gonna be okay.”

Dane gave me an indignant look, as though he disagreed with being called a ‘little one', but collapsed into my arm nonetheless. I almost folded under his sudden weight, but held on. It would not do to show him weakness at this point, after all. The boy needed support and comfort. 

“So,” I said, “You said you felt your parents nearby?”

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[ink-stained-lace]

I feel so hollow for still being in love with bits and pieces of people who probably never fucking have me on their mind. I feel like a damn fool, for romanticizing qualities of lost lovers; potentially remembering them incorrectly just because I miss certain things about them or our time spent together.

I miss staying up til noon just to speak to a boy who was always 14 hours ahead of me, the way he teased me incessantly about my interests although I know that’s what attracted him to me. His deep voice, the sleepy raspy quality it always had, watching him hand-roll cigarettes on Skype. Hearing him call me “baby” and “princess” and “kitten” in his beautifully thick accent still floats around in my head; but truthfully, it scratches the bones in my skull more than softly kissing my brain nowadays. I never got to meet him in person but oh God how I wanted to, I’d let someone black my eyes and break my nose if I ever got the chance to. But I was misrepresented to him, since he only knew me through a computer, so of course he’s no longer around. He’ll never let me in again, because his last words to me were so cruel I can’t imagine him ever coming back to me. He’s cut his long dark hair and made a Facebook account using his real name, both of which I didn’t think he’d ever do. That’s how I know, he’s moved past me. But I’ll always hold his voice in my brain, I’ll always feel so soft for him. Sharing a birthday with someone you’re in love with always adds another layer to the intimacy you feel when speaking with that person, and I’ll always remember our long talks with rose-tinted glasses on. Everything about him was pure white light, even if he felt like he was a demon cast out of heaven.

And I miss the boy I chased through high school, an unrequited love of the most miserable type. Watching him in an unrequited love of his own, only made me fall deeper into the abyss of him. We shared so many interests and I always asked myself, “how can he not feel this way about me too, when I’m right here in front of him?”. His freckles and beard and even his braces, yes as dorky as that may seem, made my heart skip; he seemed so rough around the edges but that’s the portrayal of himself that he gave the world, but I saw through it. He was earthy and kind, deep inside his rocky exterior. Everyone was intimidated by him, and maybe I was to an extent, but I always stood as tall as he did when I was around him and maybe that scared him away from me. I wish he’d known how I saw him, how much I’d thought he was the angel of every story; yet he always kept me at arms length, not even a second option, just some kind of back up plan or ego booster. I never minded though, as desperately pathetic as that sounds, as long as I got to spend some time with him, to soak in his aura.

I miss the man who was about 3 years my senior, that I used to cross county lines and railroad tracks for, to the Westside; that’s one of the little things I used to love about my time with him though. I would’ve loved to have lived with him, if given the chance. He had rough hands, soft eyes, and black and grey tattoos. We shared the habit of smoking cigarettes together in bed, putting them out in empty cans of soda. His lips tasted of Yuengling Black & Tan and Marlboro blacks; I didn’t drink beer or smoke non menthols but God did his lips ever make them taste like heaven. He’s the first man I ever spent the night with; falling asleep in his bed was the most comfort I’d ever known. His room might as well have been a fireplace with the warmth I felt around him. He was strong, and tall, and he had soft blonde hair with steel blue eyes, which has always been a profound weakness of mine. It was so brief, being with him, that it made my head spin. I fell so hard, so fast, that I’ve never been able to scrub my heart or my head clean of him. I guess it was because I felt so comfortable with him so quickly, that makes me so nostalgic over him. I felt like he was my soulmate, the missing piece of my puzzle, the other half of my heart. I mean hell.. we’d go to the bathroom together cause it was so hard for me to be away from him; it’s like I had a magnet in my chest that was only attracted to his heart. Sometimes he would play video games while I would read on tumblr, and we’d sit in a comfortable silence only exchanging sweet smiles or deep kisses every once in a while. I’d never felt more at home with anyone, and I have yet to feel that way again, after 8-9 years of longing. My favorite things were watching movies with him, or going out to eat with him, or even just grocery shopping with him, cause he made my grey life feel like it was painted over with a rainbow tinted palette. I don’t know how or why it ended, and I’ve wondered for nearing 8-9 years, how on earth he could’ve loved me if he broke up with me so effortlessly? He was so special to me, and he still is. I forgave him and myself for everything wrong, everything bad that’s happened. My mind wanders to him nearly every day. I don’t know what’ll ever happen between us again, yet here I am, still missing him and his bed and his family and his house and his life. I miss every single thing, the good, bad, wonderful, and awful.

And I miss the boy that used to pick me up in his old Volvo just to take me back to his apartment, to sit in a comfortable silence together, or drive me around to find drugs, when we were both so numb and bleeding inside that all we could feel was a high in our chests instead of a heartbeat. He always kept black lights and fairy lights on in his room instead of a regular overhead light, and I always imagined that their glow was really just his heart showing how it felt about me. He was my only comfort in the storm of an abusive relationship; he was my boyfriends best friend at the time but he ended up becoming mine too, because our hearts and souls and innermost pain were so similar. I adored spending time with him, he’d bring me blunts and one time we’d smoked together in my backyard when neither of us had anything else to do but share a comfortable silence and mango wrap. Little moments like that with him made me feel like I was going mad; I always thought “maybe, just maybe, he’s falling for me, too”. We baked THC cookies and brownies in his apartment kitchen when his mom was gone to Gainesville cause we both had a deeply profound passion for weed and cooking; he always bought the ingredients for and requested me to make him my fried chicken, cause he thought it was special. I thought I’d fallen in love with him after all this time we’d spent as good friends, because I’d never known someone of the opposite sex to be so soft and sensitive like I was. Yet there he was, always the most connected with my own feelings out of everyone I’d ever known. He was my dream boy for the longest time, and for a while I’d prayed and wished I could go back in time, so I could’ve met him before my abusive ex demon. Cause he and I were two broken souls and I’d never felt so intertwined with another; but then again, maybe that was the opium talking to me.

Do I miss you, or the memory of my time with you? I’m driving myself to insanity wondering which one it is. All I know is that I need a shot or three of Bacardi and a pack of Marlboro smooths after running back through these memories; because those two vices are the only consistencies I’ve had through every love lost, every lost love.

- S.R.

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Morning Preperations

This fic contains an intense amount of swearing, and is about random, fandomless ocs. Enjoy.

"Aye yo, up and Adam your royal pain!" A young guard entered the bed chamber of the prince, unannounced. He yawned and stretched as he shut one of the chamber's door's behind him with his foot.

"Brutus," a higher voice shrieked. Green eyes opened to see the prince glaring at him as he wrapped one of his large curtains around to sheild himself. "I'm in my underwear you pervert," the prince hissed. "Get the hell out!" He reached for his vanity near by and grabbed a hold of a brush.

Brutus merely rolled his eyes. "Come on Daren, your not nude. Samuel forced me to start my shift early so let's go princess! Move that scrawny ass and get ready." The personal guard sat on the unmade bed; running his fingers along the soft, purple, silky sheets. Daren growled before throwing the brush at the other.

"Ow," the larger gasped before glaring at the prince who still refused to leave the curtain. "Once you stand your post outside I will. I have a sutor coming for breakfast. Father and Samuel will have my head if I'm late." Brutus rolled his eyes. "Sorry sweetheart," he seethed sarcastically as he grabbed the brush that assaulted his head.

Daren panicked slightly as the other approached him. He was no physical match for the other. Both were lanky young men but Brutus had a few inches and a swimmers build of muscle on him. "But Samuel gave me my orders." Daren gasped as the curtain was yanked away from him, revealing his image to the other.

Black briefs clung to his curvy lower body as a white, silky, loose undershirt rested on the slight pudge of his tummy. Silk stockings were tied off at the thighs, making for an almost lovely picture of the prince. Brutus looked him over before feeling a small shove. Hardly budging he just looked at the man before him. "Stop staring at me like that! Brutus, I swea-eek!" Brutus gently pulled Daren close, brush raised over his head.

"Sit your pretty ass down and finish getting ready already. I can't leave this chamber without your royal pain in tow, get it?" Daren blushed slightly before trying to push the other off him, to no avil. Despite supposed to be having authority over his father's guard, as he was the prince, but Samuel definitely had authority over him and sometimes even his father out of respect for the old bastard. Nothing he could say to Brutus would get the boy out of his hair.

"Fine you annoying oaf! Let go so I can get dressed!" Brutus rolled his eyes before letting go and setting the brush back on the vanity. As he did, Daren strode by him quickly to his closet and just grabbed the nearest shirt before moving to grab matching pants.

Pulling on the pants quickly, he refused to face the other. His face was still red from embarrassment but the butterflies were simmering down. He may have over reacted some. He dared to glance over to see the other now lying in his unmade bed, feeling the soft materials. He always seemed to rub certain cloths between his fingers, maybe it was a calming technique. Nevertheless, Daren's dark, silky hair always ended up between his fingers too.

"How's your head," the prince finally asked, breaking the silence as he pulled up his black pants. "Little sore. How's your ego," the other sneered. "Also sore," Daren shot back woth fake annoyance. "That so? Need me to kiss it and make it better," Brutus inquired sarcastically. Daren sighed as he pulled on a loose sleeved, white shirt. "No, but I'm sorry for hitting you. Do you need to rest?"

The prince was now standing over the other, holding onto the pole of his bed frame closest to the other loosely. Brutus blushed a bit before shaking his head. "I'm trained to protect the royal brat, a lot more than a pansy throw from his highness is needed to take me down." Daren glared slightly as Brutus smirked at him with a wink. "That so?"

Brutus was laying with his legs crossed, and arms folded under his head. Wearing nothing more than casual clothing, he earned what he had coming. "Yeah, that's so." "Then you wouldn't mind your weak, defenseless, pain of a prince punishing you for wearing your boots in his bed?" Brutus was confussed as the other leaned down to his level, walking his fingers across his toned chest. "What do you mean?"

"Look down darling, your wearing your nasty work boots on my nice sheets. Agatha is going to have to wash them again." Brutus tried to sit up but the prince held his folded arms down and swing himself onto the other's pelvis. His long, black hair hung loosely, like vines coming towards the guards face. "Tsk, tsk," Daren cooed as he gently started to drag his fingers down the bared biceps. "Pff-! D-Daren!" Brutus turned his head into his arm as he tried to stop himself from giggling. Above him, the prince merely smirked.

"Oh Brutus~! Don't tell me a few tickles can bring my brave knight down. My, my, I'd surely be in danger then," Daren fake lamented as he smirked. "Yo-your gon-nna be- cckkkk! Gonna be when- when I get you!" Rolling his eyes, Daren merely giggled. "Oh, how scary. A soft faced, small man with big, loving, green eyes and such soft, feathery chocolate hair is going to rebel against his charge?"

Brutus blushed as Daren gently ruffled his hair with a giggle. It tickled a bit, but the laugh was more for his friend's reaction. "Tell me Brutus, are your underarms ticklish? The royal court needs to know all your weaknesses. We can't have the prince falling into danger, now can we?" Brutus bit his lip as fingers gently moved further down his biceps, under the short sleeves of his shirt. "B-Bhahahitch!" He cracked! Score one for the Lee!

"Bruuutuusss," Daren teased out, giving the poor boy no peace. "Brutus, does this tickle? Does it ticcckllee~!" The guard felt himself slipping as more fingers joined. "I-hahahah! I'll gheheet you fhahaor this!" Daren only smiled softly. "Aw, promising harm to your beloved prince?" "I dhahaon't hahaha a beloved phaharince! Jhahahaust yhahaou!" Daren scoffed before ramping up the torment. "Ass hole." "Fheheheling is mu- ah shit! Ghahaha!" Brutus was breaking down now, showing his ticklish side.

Daren giggled. He quickly started to pick up the pace, squeezing, scratching, and poking random areas he could easily get to while moving to keep Brutus' arms down whenever he saw them move. Brutus should be proud! After all, he's where Daren learned such moves.

Brutus however, wasn't impressed as he wheezed with heavy laughter and shook about. He whined and snorted while he trashed his legs; catching glimpses of the boots he was being "punished" for. He was dying of laughter, trashing about as his prince continued to torment him. He had to figure a way out of this. No way was this little shit going to tickle him then walk off to meet a potential fiancee like nothing ever happened!

Wait.... that's it!

"Yhahahaou nehehed to gehehehet ghahahoing soon!" Daren eased up the tickles, not understanding what the other said. "What," he asked before gasping as hands over powered him and rolled him over. Brutus was now laying on the other, holding the prince's arms down by their wrists and glaring daggers as he panted.

Daren wiggled, testing his movement as he started to blush. Butterflies started to form in his stomach once more and his knees moved slightly together. "W... what did you say," Daren asked sheepishly. Brutus' scowling face became a smirk. "That I ain't letting you leave until I get some revenge." Daren squeaked, face turning darker. "You.... you'll wrinkle my shirt. You can't. I'll tell Samuel it was you," Daren weakly threatened.

"Then, I'll just have to fix that, huh?" What? Daren gasped as he felt cold hand slip into the hem of his pants to unstuck his shirt; the cold feeling spreading as skin made contact with the skin of his stomach. "Brutus! You brute! Unhand me!" Gently, fake hitting the other with his free hand, Daren tried to sound as annoyed as possible but the other ignore it.

Rather, he saw through the facade. Daren was compliant on the shirt removal but quickly squealed as he noticed his undershirt had gone too. Milky, smooth skin was revealed to the earth; a rare sight from the prince. Almost as pale as a vampire, yet skin as soft as a baby. The elements truly never touched the royal pain.

Brutus merely smirked. He knew the other was deathly ticklish. Just a few strokes to his soles, a squeeze or two to his thighs, or a few pokes at his underarms would have him spilling any information asked for if the prince was ever captured. Moving the shy arms away from the torso and pinning them overhead with ease, Brutus smiled softly. "I just laughed like a dork infront of you and your embarrassed about me seeing your body? At least you don't sound like a damn horse when you laugh." Daren blushed more as he wiggled awkwardly. "You don't though. You sound.... kinda cute when you laugh. A little dorky too. It's nice to hear when it's not directed at... making fun of me."

Brutus felt his face heat up a bit before he quickly shook his head. "Ah, nope. No sweet talking your way out of this your highness. Your being sentenced to tickle punishment and that's that." Daren growled a bit. "Bastard, I wasn't trying to get out of anything! Don't just brush me aside like that!" He paused when he realized Brutus was blushing and cracked a smile. "Oh, your faking it," he said softly. Brutus only blushed more before gently poking under the royal's arm; earning a squeal.

"Nope, I will not be tricked by such a fair prince." Daren giggled before squealing as the poked turned to gentle scratches. "Not there," he cried as he devolved into hysterical laughter. "Not the armpit! Not the armpit! Ahahaha! Brutus!" Daren was shrieking soon as fingers moved behind him to his thighs. He was weakened enough for Brutus to let go of his arms. "Not the armpits? Okay."

The prince screamed in hysterically laughter, flopping around like a fish out of water. "A-Ahhahaha! Noooo! Brutus! Release me at once! B-Brutus!" It tickled something awful. The prince was red from laughter and flustered from being teased and touched so delicately. From the fact this oaf was his best friend and was just hitting all his worst spots to make him laugh. It was sweet.

The prince gripped at the silk pillow covers as he whined and laughed adorably, wiggling in the other's hold and trying to bite his lip to resist the sensation. Not wanting his friend to be set before the kings of two kingdoms and a possible match with a swollen lip along with being covered in tears and sweat, Brutus ended his torment.

Daren released his lip and the pillow cover as he panted softly. "Oh.... oh man," Daren sighed out rather un-regally. "B-Brutus..... that..... ahh," he sighed out softly. The other laughed before vibrating his hand on the other's tummy. Daren squealed before curling up to protect himself. "Brutus, stop it," he giggled. The other did so before laughing himself.

Cute.

He sighed before redressing the tired body's torso. As he tucked the blouse into the pants, he felt a gentle touch on his hand. Watery red eyes stared at the other woth a soft smile. The other returned the favor before gently climbing off his highness. Helping Daren sit up, he took the brush and quickly started to brush out the tangles the onslaught caused and tied it loosely before looking at the door.

"You need to get going," Brutus sighed. Daren sighed. "He's been trying to find a suitable match for me for three years now, I doubt this breakfast will be any different." He gently tapped the other's cheek. "Escort me down, would you?" Brutus smiled a bit before gently intertwining fingers with the prince. "As you wish." Daren merely rolled his eyes before they headed out the door.

[xandertheundead]

So like.... Greaser!Eddie and nerd!Richie. Eddie became very rebellious because of mother dearest, and kinda just had a thing for dorky lil Richie. And Richie is just like HoT diGGiTY DamN for Eddie

I tried, Anon! I hope you like it!

Richie gasped loudly, having to stop when the cramp in his side started to feel like he was being stabbed repeatedly with some kind of combat knife. His chest started to hurt too and he waved over at Mr. Shaffer and he could see the man give a sigh and wave him over. Richie limped over pathetically and pushed his glasses up his nose as Mr. Shaffer put his hands on his hips and looked him over.

“Tozier, you have barely made two laps.”

“I know,” Richie whined and tried not to move too much or his ribs would give him a shock of pain. “But I literally feel like my lungs are going to explode.”

Thanks, Smokers Lung.

Mr. Shaffer sighed. “Your lungs aren’t going to explode, Tozier.”

“You don’t know.” Richie replied, his breathing coming slightly easier. “I could be the first case of exploding lungitis.”

He didn’t miss the way Mr. Shaffer his mouth behind his hand, knowing he had cracked the man even just a little. Richie counted it as a win. When Mr. Shaffer pulled his hand away he gave a sigh and then nodded his head, motioning towards the bleachers behind them.

“Go sit up there for the rest of class, but I’ll have to give you a C for the running portion.”

“Absolutely Mr. S.” Richie gave him a weak salute and moved to find the spot where he wanted to sit. When he heard the sound of laughter, he looked up to see the boy who had been plaguing his dreams for the past five years.

Eddie Kaspbrak.

The small boy who had asthma and would always yell at Richie about germs had grown and flourished into something no one had expected. The small Losers club they had started had started to drift apart in middle school when everyone was trying to learn their place as gangly preteens and Bill, Bev and even Stan started to ‘date’. But the big kicker was when Eddie Kaspbrak finally gave his mom the big F U and just went wild.

He traded in that side part comb over he’d had for years for letting it go free, the thick wavy hair surprising Richie and making something in his stomach twinge.

By eighth grade Eddie had gotten rid of the khakis and polo shirts, trading them in for more form fitting jeans and white t-shirts that he would tuck into his pants, sometimes a flannel over it or a leather jacket that made Richie want to die.

By sophomore year, Eddie had become a true greaser, hair slicked and combed into the perfect style, the swagger that told people what they thought and didn’t give a damn. He even had his motorcycle license and according to rumor he had started to fix up some old one he’d found at the junkyard.

Eddie had always been good with cars and stuff.

Eddie now was lounging against the nosebleed bleachers, dark black sunglasses on his face and when he saw Richie look, a devilish smile grew on his face that made Richie gut churn and his body run hot. Because here was the thing, by the end of sophomore year when Eddie’s transformation had finished, the new confidence he had showed in so many ways. He had started talking to Richie more than the passing greeting or head nod, soon talking turned into...flirting, which had blown Richie out of the fucking water.

He’d always loved Eddie. Even as a little kid, that was his friend, and when they grew apart that love never really went away, but as Richie grew older and figured things out about himself, that distant love grew with the mix of attraction in there too. Eddie’s flirting felt good, exciting and Richie hoped it meant something more than just a cocky boy having fun.

He gave Eddie a small wave and his heartbeat sped up when Eddie motioned for him to come over. Richie glanced back, but Mr. Shaffer was busy ordering the other kids to keep going so Richie quickly made his way up the stairs. When he got up there he wanted to groan because Eddie was smoking and the filter was just barely resting in his mouth.

It made Richie want to stare at those lips for days.

“Heya, Eds.”

Instead of the red cheeks and angry look Eddie used to give him when he said that, Eddie just grinned before taking a drag and blowing it out slowly.

“Hey, Richie.”

“How’s that asthma treating you?” Richie asked, a grin showing on his face as Eddie raised an eyebrow behind those dark shades. All the losers knew Eddie didn’t have asthma, it had been some fucked up way of his mom’s to keep her thumb on him.

“Oh, it’s treating me just fine. Being fake and all.” Eddie pushed his sunglasses down a little so he could look at Richie over the top of them. “How’s marching band and drama club treating you?”

Richie knew it was a jab at his ultimate nerd-ness, but he somehow knew there was no actual cruelty in the words and he gave a shrug. He didn’t care if he wasn’t popular or cool, he liked what he was doing in school so who cares.

“It’s good. We are doing One Who Flew Over the Cucokoo’s Nest for the fall play.”

“You going to try out?”

Richie gave another shrug. “Yeah, probably. Gunna try and wear those sweet white scrubs.”

Eddie gave a soft laugh, taking another drag before offering it to Richie. Richie glances back down at Mr. Shaffer, the man still not looking so he quickly took it and took a decent drag, trying not to think about how it was damp from Eddie’s lips. He handed it back and Eddie nodded to his outfit before taking the almost gone cigarette back.

“I think you’ll pull them off better than you pull off the red and white of our proud Derry High’s gym uniform.”

Richie’s cheeks warmed a little, suddenly aware of how visible his legs were bare where the shorts cut off and his Rocky and Bullwinkle socks stood proud.

“Yeah well, we can’t all be you with those red and white shorts.” Richie joked, feeling a little dumb when Eddie narrowed his eyes a bit. “Sorry, I just remember you used to wear them all the time.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, taking the last drag off his cigarette before flicking it off the bleachers. When he spoke Richie almost didn’t hear what he said it was so soft, but he had and the words made him blush.

“I still have those. Kind short and tight now, but I’d be willing to show you if you want.”

“You’re going kill me, Spaghetti.” Richie breathed and he almost died when Eddie’s cheeks started to redden. 

That was their game. This obvious attraction towards each other, but neither really trying to step out of their comfort zone because neither wanted to risk being turned down. Which was weird, because when they were little Eddie had always been the brave one and now he looked the part too.

It frustrated Richie to no end.

He opened his mouth to say something when he heard Mr. Shaffer yell his name. Richie turned to see his gym teacher waving him down, not looking impressed at all that he was talking to one of the schools delinquents instead of resting like he said he was going to.

“Coming!” He yelled back, turning back to Eddie with a regretful look. “I gotta…”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Tozier!”

“Okay!” Richie gave Eddie a wave and started back down the bleachers when he suddenly got the craziest urge, feeling like he was going to combust if he didn’t follow through with it. He quickly turned back around, Eddie now at least seven bleacher steps above in, and cupped his hands around his mouth. 

“Kaspbrak! Go to homecoming with me!”

Eddie sat up straight at that, his sunglasses slipping completely off his face as he stared in shock down at Richie, Mr. Shaffer yelling even louder now.

“You asking me on a date?” Eddie called back and Richie couldn’t stop grinning.

“Only if you wear those shorts!”

Eddie laughed, a full loud laugh like he used to when they were kids and god it was amazing. 

“I’ll think about it!”

“Tozier! Get down here now!” 

“Don’t make me wait too long, Grease Lightning!”

Eddie laughed again. “Go away, Tozier!”

Richie turned around and jogged back towards his class, not caring how mad Mr. Shaffer was because he was pretty sure he had a date with Eddie Kaspbrak.

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So High

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warning: mentions of injuries and use of morphine; other than that, just a huge load of fluff

Summary: the journey back home from the past does not go as smooth as planned and Steve does need a bit of a higher dosage of painkiller, however the warning did not mention accidental confessions

A/N: pretty fucking long time, no see but i’ve happened to watch knives out and instantly started missing stevie boi so here’s this something i cooked for you while in the cinema. enjoy xx  also, this got a cliffhanger so maybe a part two??

You were standing next to Sam near the portal, grabbing his hand so hard that his fingers almost broke but he didn’t even seem to care at the moment. You all had a breath held back while waiting for Steve to return from the mission which was supposed to take only five seconds, at least for you in the present. You knew it was a much longer time for Steve himself, and you were getting really worried and started regretting letting him take back the Stones all alone.

Your anxiety started overtaking you especially when the seconds had passed and he was still nowhere to be found. You looked at Bruce with a heart beating faster each minute, and you almost yelled at him as you asked why Steve was taking so much to come back to you. When your friend couldn’t give you any rational answers, you pushed Sam away and stepped closer to the complex machine looking Bruce in the eyes, ready to shout his hair off if you were to find out he had fucked up and it was impossible for Steve to return. You had already opened your mouth but had a loud groan from behind you cut you off even before you could start preaching. You quickly spun around and let out a relieved chuckle as you saw Steve on the floor of the portal. However, your happiness was soon gone when he fell on his knees, blood dripping from his head down his face. Steve was unable to form intelligible words, let alone sentences and your face completely fell when you saw his torn uniform as Bucky and Sam helped him stand on his two feet. You completely forgot about Bruce and the whole world around you as you rushed towards Steve, gently cupping his cheeks and trying to create eye contact with him with no success. He was practically unconscious.

“Y/N, make sure they get a bed ready for him in the hospital wing. Boy has gotten into just another fight,” Sam blurted out, keeping his calm and supporting his friend towards the bulding along with Bucky. You quickly nodded and held back your tears as you started sprinting back to the Avengers compound, looking for the nearest doctor or nurse. Still, the one you first met, or dare I say bumped into when you pushed the heavy door open was Scott and he was not the biggest help since he panicked even more than you did if that’s even possible. 

However, you soon got everything settled and ready before Sam and Bucky even carried Steve inside and you gave yourself a pat on the back when you saw Cap getting laid on a hospital bed gently but quickly. You let out a long sigh when the nurse sent Sam and Bucky outside and Bruce rushed in, already giving advice and instructions on what to do before Steve completely disappeared behind the light blue curtain of the sterile room, already knocked out.

Sam pulled you in for a hug and slowly caressed your back, making sure you would keep calm. You really needed to overcome the stubborn force pulling your arms down as you hugged your best friend back weakly, in need of medical help yourself since you were on the verge of fainting. Sam guided you to an empty chair against the white wall that seemed way too bright at the moment and forced you to keep your eyes closed unless you wanted to go totally blind. 

Only now you just realised how weak your legs and whole body were and how much energy worrying for Steve had drained from you. You were so shocked that you didn’t even notice Bucky leaving and getting back to his room - you could only see you were alone with Sam when your vision had finally cleared and some colour had flooded your face again.

“It’s okay, he’s gonna be fine,” Sam whispered, soothing you with his deep voice before you fell asleep on his shoulder right there on the spot.

You were woken up a little less than an hour later when Bruce came out of the room, letting you know that Steve’s condition was stable but he needed some rest. By the time, Bucky had already rejoined you two and gave you a gentle smile when he saw you were awake. You returned the gesture, your face much more brighter because of the great news and you slowly stood up, stretching out your spine. Sam told you to take a refreshing shower while Steve was asleep and you took one last look towards the bright room before taking the advice and returning to your room.

When you went back to the hospital room at around 9PM, the corridor was already empty. Everyone had either passed out or was trying to recreate after the long fight they just had. You even heard some light-hearted chatter and laughter, all the Avengers trying to see the glass half full. You did contemplate join them before you saw Steve’s small movements near the window of the room disigned like the ones in hospitals, and it made you stop. You could see he was just waking up from the deep, dreamless sleep he was put into after the mini-surgery, and you desperately wanted to be there with him.

You slowly grabbed and turned the doorknob, trying not to make any loud noises while entering the room only lit by one small light in the wall above Steve’s head. You quietly approached him and sat down on the edge of his bed just as he opened his eyes, a small and sleepy smile spreading over his face.

“Hey there...” Steve tried to push himself up but failed terribly, letting out a painful groan and you had already reached out to help him out, causing him to smirk just again. “Are you my guardian angel, or what?”

The sudden, dorky but honest question made your heart skip a beat and you lowered your head with wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, telling about the huge smile spreading over your face. You cleared your throat and tried to get serious just again, failing terribly as you saw Steve’s cloudy expression and dorky smile.

“Wait. Are you high?” You joked, letting out a soft chuckle and shifted closer to Steve who simply shrugged.

“I’m sure they’ve given me some morphine or whatever for the pain. But to be fair, I barely remember anything,” he blurted out without articulating one word, making it really difficult for you to understand what he was saying. You still laughed and shook your head, looking around the room and soon finding the small phial of morphine on the table right under the window.

“Yep, see the one who knocked you out so bad. Man, you must’ve been attacked brutally. I’m so glad nothing serious happened.” You said, almost whispered and you could feel Steve getting a bit more serious after your confession. He looked you deep in your eyes and smiled softly just again, waking up those damned butterflies in your stomach.

“I just knew there was someone real worried about me in the future,” he whispered, his index finger slightly touching your bruised knuckles and you really had to control yourself so you wouldn’t fall off the hospital bed. You cleared your throat just again and smiled awkwardly, shaking your head.

“Man, you’re so high,” you chuckled, but deep down honestly hoping it was not simply the morphine speaking from Steve. The boy just smiled at you with his sleepy baby blues piercing your E/C eyes and you couldn’t be sure if he was aware of his actions or not.

“Maybe. But maybe not. Maybe you make me feel like this.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Tickle Gloves (Avery X Reader)

Heyo friends! So I’ve gotten some lovely requests for an Avery x Reader tickles, and I am here to deliver! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope y’all like it! 

Fandom: Pokemon 

Summary: Avery decides to put his levitation ability to playful use. This backfires almost immediately

“GAH!” You let out a yelp and jumped forward when ten mischievous fingers suddenly dug into your sides. You whirled around just in time to see Avery standing there, a looking of vaguely disguised mischief on his smiling face. “Good day, (Y/N).” He greeted you, using his levitation to tip his hat. Beside him, his Slowbro raised his Galarica cuff, mimicking the greeting.

“Hey Avery, Slowbro.” You greeted, rubbing at your sides gingerly. You could still feel the tickly feeling radiate against your skin. “What are you two doing to-DAH!” You let out another yelp at what felt like a finger prod against your side. You looked down to see a floating white glove, though there was no arm attached to it. On your other side, a second hand joined, poking your stomach. “Ha! Avery?” You squeaked, looking up.

The psychic trainer no longer hid his mischief, smiling as a third hand flew above his head. “As you can see, (Y/N), I found these rather nice gloves at the boutique today. While they are too small for my hands, they do make excellent tools for tickling, wouldn’t you say?” The hands darted towards you once more, two gently squeezing your sides while the third flew to your neck, gently scribbling along the sensitive skin.

“Ahhehehehehehehahahahhaha! Nohohohoho! Avehehhehery!” You squealed, doubling over at the tickly feeling. You tried to twist away, but no matter where you went, the tickly hands followed, simply switching places when you tried to protect a certain spot. “Aheehehhhehehahahhaha! Ahahahhahahvhery! Yohohooohhoohoho nehhehheheheherd!” You laughed even louder when the gloves prodded your ribs, slowly making their way towards your armpits.

“Hehe, aren’t you a cutie, (Y/N)?” The blonde psychic said fondly, a soft blush forming on his cheeks as he listened to your laughter. “Your smile is absolutely lovely. I could gaze upon it all day.” You felt your face flush more at his teasing tone, feeling your legs beginning to go weak from the tickles. If you didn’t act fast, you were gonna go down.

With a burst of determination, you shot forward, tacking a surprised Avery to the grassy terrain. The psychic trainer, losing focus, dropped his levitating grip, letting the delicate gloves flutter to the ground like features. “(Y/N)? W-wahait! Plehahase!” Avery was already gigging before you even touched him, holding his hands up as you positioned yourself on top of him, pinning him in place. “Oh no! You think you can get away with tickling me! You must pay, Avery!” You grinned and leaned down, getting close to his now flushed ear. “You think I’m cute, psychic boy? Let’s see just how cute you are!” 

With that, you shot your hands down to his sides, digging into the soft cotton of his clothes, prodding at the sensitive skin. Avery let out a shriek of laughter, instantly pulling his arms back with the attempt to protect himself. “GAHAHAHAHHA! NOHOHOHOOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHASE!” Avery pleaded, his dorky laughter filling the air and earning a bright smile from you as you poked and prodded at his belly and ribs. “Awww! Is someone ticklish? You’re so cute!” You teased, grinning at how red he was, his bright laughter increasing with each tickly tease.

Meanwhile, Slowbro had wandered over to the gloves, eyeing them curiously. With a blink and a steady drawl of “Slow…” The glows lifted once more, fingers twitching with mischief. The galarian pokemon turned to the duo, tilting his head as the gloves shot forward once more.

“This is what you get when you act like a brat, Avery! Taste the defeat of a thousand ti-AH!” You shrieked when a gloved hand latched onto your side once more, pinching and poking at your waist. You fell over and off of Avery, curling up as your laughter was renewed once more. Avery, catching his breath, looked over at his Slowbro, taking in the scene. “Ha! Excellent work, Slowbro! We got them now- AH! Wahahahhahahhait! Nohohoohohooho!” Avery’s victory was short-lived when the other hand dived forward, scratching and scribbing at his stomach. “Slohohohohoohohwbro! Noohohohohohho! Geheheheet (Y/N)!” He pleaded, tears of mirth dotting his blue eyes as he struggled.

The two of you struggled against the tickly gloves as Slowbro settled, the third glove coming up and giving his pink back a nice scratch. “Slooow…” The pokemon mused in bliss, enjoying the sound of his two favorite trainers laughing.

Hehe! This was so much fun! I hope you like it!

[sanders-sidenotes]

All Things Must Love, part one: fools in geniuses

this is just a fluffy prinxiety and logicality get-together au during a movie night so far, the first part is in Logan’s point of view and the next part will be in Roman’s. 

tw: swearing, characters sleeping together is heavily implied. next chapter I’ll include more. if there’s something I’m missing please, please, please let me know. 

Ew. Feelings. 

I’ve never been the type to give in to emotions. Hell, I’ve never been the one to have emotions in general. And I absolutely am not the type of person to fall in love easily, or, again, at all. I’m the logical one, the analytical one, the intelligent one. 

So let’s do what I always do when confronted with problems not regarding brainpower: ignore it and hope it goes away. Pray it goes away - I don’t like feeling so helpless whenever he enters the room. 

Oh no. There he is again. 

And there it is. The swooping feeling of being overwhelmed, my knees go weak, my hands shaking. I couldn’t find my voice. I felt my cheeks flushed hot, and my stomach was heavy. My heart pounded in my throat, threatening to break out. How many love songs had I heard that said, “he takes my breath away”? Now that line made a lot of sense. My body numbed as he approached and I became painfully conscious of my blushing face. 

“Hey, Logan!” Patton chirped, waving clumsily. 

How is he so perfect? Everything about him makes me helpless, like that Eliza Hamilton Roman keeps singing on the daily. 

“H-Hi, Patton,” I stammered, adjusting my glasses. 

He laughed. Patton didn't laugh like a man, he giggled like a boy and I loved it. It was like listening to his inner child breaking out. His face was mobile in the way deeply happy and content people are, simply lacking the tension anxiety brings. His eyes had a softness to them, there was something so welcoming in the rich browns. 

“What’s so funny?” I said, a bit sharply. Damn. Didn’t mean to do that. 

“You, Logan!” he cooed. “You keep doing that funny face. Like you’re confused and happy at the same time.”

“O-Oh.” I swallowed. “Say, Patton, you wouldn’t possibly - I mean, you couldn’t - ”

Where was I even going with this, I had no idea. 

“Wouldn’t…?” Patton prompted, beaming. 

“Umm…never mind.” Crap. My courage dissipated faster than water evaporating at boiling point. 

“All right,” he laughed. “Let me know when the cat that took your tongue comes back, because I like cats!”

I rolled my eyes as if this dorky joke didn’t make me love him even more. 

“Hey, Patton, could you c’mere?” Roman’s voice sounding from the kitchen saved me from saying anything else awkward. 

“Sure thing, Princey!” Patton called. Then he turned back to me. “Talk later, Logi Wan Kenobi.”

I felt my face warm up at the nickname. 

“So.”

Virgil’s voice startled me, and I could feel my red cheeks go white. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.”

“You’re easy to scare.” Virgil slid down the railing of the stairs and landed gracefully on his feet. “I have some news for you, and you might not like it.” 

I groan. “If you tell me that movie night is going to be postponed again - ”

“Logan, listen to me. The news is: you’re in love with Patton. Congratulations, you’re officially the last one to know.”

I knew what he was going to say before the words left his mouth, but I didn’t expect him to be so blunt about it. Or so loud. “Virgil! Shh! They might hear you!” 

Virgil waved me off. “When are you gonna ask him out?” 

“What the hell? Never!”

“You’re unbelievable.”

I wanted to explain myself. “You see, falling in love with him was the easy part; it's admitting to myself that it happened that's hard. It’s also hard to act on these, uh, feelings when I’m not really used to having them.”

“Oh come on!” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Do yourself a favor and Ask. Him. Out.”

“I’m not exactly going to come to you for dating advice. How are you and Roman?” I counter. 

Now it’s Virgil’s turn to go bright red. “Shut up.”

“When are you gonna ask him?”

“Shut up!” he said, panicked. 

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll tell you what you already know?”

“You know what, forget it,” Virgil snaps, turning and going back up the stairs. 

“Sleeping together is not platonic!” I shouted after him. 

“What was that?” Roman said conversationally, walking into the room. 

“I was saying, you and Virgil aren’t ‘together’ but still sleeping with each other is kind of odd,” I say, knowing exactly what to say to make Roman blush. 

He knows it, too. “Don’t - Hey.”

I laugh at his loss of words. “I’m just telling the truth, Princey.” 

“Shut up,” he whined. 

Just my luck, Patton walked in. “Sleeping together is platonic,” he said, confused. “I’ve slept in the same bed as a lot of my friends, it doesn’t mean we’re dating!”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. This is…my crush. Holy shit. “No, Patt - ”

“Don’t,” Roman growled. 

I almost snorted. “Sorry. No use destroying such an innocent mind.”

“Aww,” cooed Roman. 

“Shut,” I warned. 

“Well,” Patton said reassuringly, “Roman will know soon enough.”

Oh my god. 

Roman chuckled and patted me on the back. “All yours,” he murmured in my ear. Amused at his little joke, he walked away laughing. 

“What did Roman need you to do?” I asked as soon as he was gone. 

“Oh, just needed help deciding on a pasta,” Patton said idly. 

“Falsehood,” I replied. “What did he actually want?” 

“He was just…” Patton gestured wildly with his hands. “I don’t know. Guy stuff.” 

“I am also a guy.”

“He needed advice,” Patton said finally. “He didn’t want me to tell you, but he wanted help on how to talk to Virgil.”

“What did you say?” I said curiously. I, also, desperately required love advice. 

Patton smiled. “I told him to be nice and genuine, and say how you feel.” He let out a soft giggle. “But I’m not really the person to go to for relationship trouble, as I’m not, you know, in a relationship.” 

That’s your cue to ask him out! my head screamed. He’s literally asking for it, you buffoon! 

And I wanted to. I really wanted to. 

But I couldn’t. What I did say was, “Oh, well that’s good advice.”

“Yeah,” he said proudly. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “Well, I’ll see you for movie night in about an hour!” 

Shit. Right. That. “Mhm, I’ll be there.” 

“Great!” Patton chirped. “Okay, bye!”

He spun around and left. 

Roman and Virgil came back down from upstairs, both of their faces slightly pink. 

“Logan, you - you’re a complete and utter buffoon!” Roman said, entirely ignoring my suspicious glances towards the two of them. 

“What?”

“That boy was basically begging you to ask him out!” Roman rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“Hey, I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that that was the stupidest decision you’ve made in your whole life,” said Virgil. 

“You guys are making it a lot worse than it needs to be,” I lied, straightening my tie. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You. Are. Losing. Him.” Roman clapped at each word. 

“I thought you were meant to be the smart one,” quipped Virgil, smirking. 

“Okay, okay,” I said annoyedly. “I’ll ask him out at movie night…or something. Good?”

“Now you’re getting somewhere,” Roman said with a smile, running a hand through his hair. 

“But you’re not quite there yet,” added Virgil. “Do something romantic. Don’t just be like, ‘Hey, you’re cute, I’m cute, wanna bang?’”

Roman shot him a poisonous glare. 

“Are you guys…a ‘thing’ now?” I asked. 

“No,” they both said at once, determinedly refusing to glance at the other. 

Virgil simpered. “That’s just what Roman said last ni - ”

Roman clapped a hand over Virgil’s mouth and hissed, “Don’t you dare - ”

Virgil bit down. Roman yelled and pulled away. “Cannibal!” 

I raised my eyebrows and grinned. “So…help me with this love stuff, I’m kinda lost.” 

“I propose sharing a blanket, maybe a popcorn bowl or something too,” said Virgil. “Then you could always try to hold his hand or something, I don’t know.” 

“Say something like, ‘Hey, Patton, we’ve known each other for a long time and I’ve realized that I have feelings for you,’” Roman instructed. 

“What if he rejects me?” I said, anxiety and adrenaline coursing through my veins. (Thanks, Virgil and Roman, respectively.)

“He won’t,” they say at the same time. 

“How could you possibly know?” I groaned, tugging at my hair in frustration. 

“We have our ways,” said Roman mischievously. 

“You are blind,” Virgil informed me. 

I almost laughed. “That’s what the glasses are for,” I joke. 

“Dad joke. He’s rubbing off on you.”

“Aww sh - ”

“What’s this secret chat about?” Patton said, creeping up from behind us again. 

We all shouted, or maybe it was just me. 

“What movie do you want to watch, Patton?” I said loudly, trying to make up for the fact that my heart was beating faster than a caged bird. 

“A Dog’s Purpose?” he suggested. 

Roman groaned. “We’ve watched that four times.”

“The Outsiders?”

“Shut up, Virgil.”

“Well, we’re not watching High School Musical again, Roman.”

“How about Love, Simon?”

Everyone seemed surprised to hear me speak. “What?” I said, embarrassed. “We haven’t watched it, and...I dunno, it...seemed fit?” 

It was a few seconds before anyone spoke up. 

“Brilliant,” Virgil declared. 

“I’m down,” proclaimed Roman. 

“Yeah, good idea!” Patton gushed. 

“I’ll set up the blanket fort,” Roman said, winking at me. 

“I’ll buy the movie,” Virgil offered, diving for the remote. 

“I’ll get the popcorn!”

“I want to do something,” Patton whined, but all three of us said, “No!” at once. 

On my way to the kitchen, I noticed something. I turned around. “Patton, what are you hiding behind your back?” 

Patton’s eyes shifted. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I said suspiciously. 

Patton mumbled something. 

“What was that?”

“Cat onesie…” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I say, rolling my eyes, but I’m smiling. “Go ahead.”

“Yay!” he cheered, and I turned back to the kitchen. 

“Good, you’ve got the popcorn,” Roman said loudly. He got out of his sloppy pillow fort and walked over to me, pretending to ‘help’ me carry the two bowls. “Listen,” he hissed. “Patton’s lying around you. He’s nervous. You are oblivious to the fact that he’s head-over-heels.”

“Are you sure he’s not…like…Deceit?” The thought hits me suddenly, and I realize that this was very probable. Once you’ve taken all the factors, calculated them, examined them, it was the only possible solution - 

“He’s not. People get nervous and lie around the people they like. This is normal. Besides,” Roman added suddenly, “Deceit only tries to ruin Thomas’s life. He doesn’t care about us. Anyway, he’s messing around in his corner of Thomas’s mind, not here.”

“Okay,” I said, still a bit uncertain but more convinced than before. 

“Still don’t believe me? Deceit wouldn’t be caught dead in the cat onesie.” Roman flicked his head in the direction of Patton frolicking. 

“True,” I admitted reluctantly. “Okay, let’s watch the movie.”

Before everything was set up, I saw Roman whispering to Patton and pointing in the general direction of Virgil and the blanket fort. Patton was nodding and agreeing, eventually looking across the room and making eye contact with me. 

“Hey, Lo, I was wondering if you could help a pal out for a quick second,” Patton said, being his goofy self. 

“Uhh…sure,” I said hesitantly. 

“Roman wants to get together with Virgil, but the only way he can think of doing it is getting cozy with him during movie night, which means he and Virgil will share a blanket and a bean bag. Which also means that you and I will have to share one. Is that alright with you?” He laughed. “Imagine being so nervous about asking someone out that the only way you can think of doing it is snuggling with them!”

“Right…” I said distantly. “Crazy…” 

I knew exactly what Roman’s game was. Pretend to act like he was doing this for himself when in reality, he was helping me. I turned around, almost to thank him or at least make eye contact to nod at him - but then I saw him, already wrapping the blanket around himself and Virgil, and I understood immediately. This wasn’t about me and Patton, but it was a certain advantage for Roman. This was about him and Virgil. 

I can work with that. 

Patton beamed at me, softly petting a place on the beanbag next to himself. I felt myself shaking from head to toe, trying so hard to be smooth but knowing how uncomfortable and awkward I looked. I not-so-gracefully flopped next to him, automatically becoming enveloped in the soft depths of the chair. 

Patton was so close to me. If I moved three-quarters of a centimeter to the right, our arms would be brushing. I almost wanted to - to touch him. To reach out. To do something. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Even as Virgil put the movie on, even as Roman bickered beneath the quilt because Virgil’s feet were too cold, even as Virgil stuck his hands down Roman’s shirt to make him screech, which he did. 

Almost, almost, almost. But never. Close, but so, so, so far away. 

“Want a blanket?” Patton said, frightening me. He gave a half-suppressed laugh. “Calm down, you’re so on edge today.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Yeah, I’ll take a blanket.”

“Wanna share?” he said shyly, modestly. 

“Sure,” I said calmly, like it was nothing, even though, inside, it meant everything. 

Patton beamed and threw the blanket around us both, the fluffy insides cradling us in a cave of polyester. His leg was touching mine. 

Patton’s leg brushing mine. 

His leg. On mine. 

Wow. Brain overdrive. 

Roman and Virgil are on the other beanbag, bickering as usual. I tried to overhear their argument, but it was hard to make out over the movie. All I heard was: 

“...being ridiculous. Don’t accuse me of - ”

“Oh, I’m the one being ridiculous now? I specifically recall you being the one who...” 

“ - save it - ”

“What’re you gonna do about it - ”

“Guys,” Patton said sharply. We all turned to look at him, surprised at the finality in his tone. “Stop fighting, please? I wanna see the movie,” he whined in a gentler tone. 

“Damn, okay,” Virgil said, eyebrows raised. He shifted his leg a fraction so that the beanbag shifted, and Roman involuntarily moved closer to him, apparently not noticing Virgil’s little trick. 

“What was that about?” I hissed at Roman when Patton and Virgil were focused on the movie. 

“You can eat salsa cold or at room temperature” - he paused to glare at Virgil. “Not heated up. Sociopath.”

I thought he was lying (as neither would’ve been that heated over heated salsa), but honestly, with those two, one could never be sure. 

I took half a heartbeat to glance at Patton. The glow of the movie was reflected in his glasses' lenses, almost hiding his rich chocolate-brown eyes, but not really (thank god). He seemed pretty focused on the movie, but as soon as he caught me looking at him, he smiled. 

“Hello?” he said softly. 

“Hi,” I whispered back, heart in my throat. 

“I like this movie,” he hummed. 

“Me too.”

“Good choice.”

“Thanks.”

We were silent for maybe a minute longer. 

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you comfortable?”

A breath hitched itself in my throat. “I’m fine.”

“Not falling off the beanbag or anything?”

“Nope, are you?”

He laughed quietly. “A little.”

Frick. “Is this…better?” I say cautiously. Then I experimentally slid my arm around him, cradling his shoulders in the crook of my elbow, in doing so, bringing him closer to me. 

Patton shifted, and for a terrible moment, I thought I did something wrong. But then he pushed even closer into me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Much,” he purred. Ha. Cat onesie. 

“Oh,” I said, barely audible. Patton is leaning on me. Patton is so close. 

But then I remembered something - this is just how Patton is. Overly affectionate like this. He sits on Roman’s lap and plays with Virgil’s hair. He hugs and kisses and is super close to his friends. 

Am I friend zoned?

I, as an atheist, am praying to whatever god there may be that that is not the case. 

Honestly, I think this is my chance to do something. As Roman sometimes says, you’ve gotta shoot your shot. And now, I know, this is it. This is my shot. This is my time to do something. 

So during a particularly romantic scene of Love, Simon, I pulled Patton a fraction of an inch closer and murmured, pride wavering, “Hey Patton?”

“Hmm?” he hummed drowsily. 

“I have a question.”

“I possibly have an answer.”

“Would you maybe, um…” I drift off, then refocus myself. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out sometime. Like on a date. With me.” 

Patton nuzzled his head into my shoulder. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I smiled into his hair. 

That boy is mine, that boy is miiiine.

[kendrixtermina]

The "waifu bait" criticism of Edelgard is so dumb given that most of the cast is technically waifu/husbando bait in one way or another, they're all meant to appeal to players as romance options, and she's the only one getting flack for it. (Well, not the only one, there were some people giving Dimitri shit too for being "wish fullfillment for stupid teenage girls who think they can fix a man," but I see the complaint most often with Edelgard.)

Yeah. I mean, you can boink Rhea and Jeritza!

It’s not like satelite love interests aren’t a plague onto anime and fiction in general, but I only ever hear this “you only like them because they’re waifu/bishie” thing directed at characters who very much DO have personality, unique compelling features and plot relevance. 

I’ve also seen this thrown at, say, Evangelion’s Miss Ayanami, as if all the fascinating sci-fi concept stuff and compelling narrative about finding your own worth and making a connection in a cruel lonely world wasn’t there - and at least we do see her through a “main character’s love interest” sorta lens. (I was thinking about how Byleth is actually quite similar, except more proactive with more of a dorky side, and less philosophical/reflective, but because Byleth is the MC we come off with a fairly different impression. )

Meanwhile with Edelgard they really didn’t pull any punches, the whole story is set in motion and dominated by her active choices, most the unique designs/outfits she gets are geared to look elegant/powerful.  (Apart from the usual ‘individually wrapped boob armor would break your sternum’ thing but you’d really have to know physics for that/ could be fixed easily by making the fit more sweater-like), she has a specific discernable philosophy and makes impactful choices, that can genuinely be agreed or disagreed with.

You can’t swag her into your way of thinking - you can only ally with her under the presupposition that you already actively agree. (See all the people complaining that you cant “criticise her more”, expecting her to be like Dimitri basically even though they are exact opposites. You can only get on her route by making two deliberate choices. I mean they wrote this with your first playthrough in mind, in-universe you’re not there because you wanna complete all aroutes but because you actively chose to join her after she spent a year unsubtly trying to recruit you to her cause)

You don’t talk Claude out of his tactics either. (and forcing it all into this comparision often leads ppl to overlook that he has ambiguities or character development at all, maybe he isn’t vilified but he gets simplified and therefore wronged just as much in the end. They’re not all Dimitri. The whole point of having three or four different potential deuteragonists to choose from is that they’re different)… heck, even if you look at Dimitri, you only get him back to what he really wanted to do back in part I before his black-and-white thinking and exaggerated sense of duty got the better of him. 

With all three, joining them eventually just enables them to get closer to their actual vision. Back when you meet her in Remire, Edelgard outright tells you that “with your power on my side, we could courttail the slitherer’s atrocities much more efficiently”. You don’t change her mind at all; You enable her to use “Plan A”. Same with Claude, who otherwise plains much more defensively both because he has less support and because he’s more jaded. And Dimitri essentially pulls a Sayaka, ie being unable to live up to his own unrealistic standards drive him to lose all hope and become the very opposite of the hero he wanted to be, but you do help him get back to that, or to a more balanced mature understanding of that. 

The best proof of that is that the popularity poll numbers actually went down after the release, ie a lot of ppl who liked her just bc they liked her design were turned off that there’s a specific personality there that isn’t necessarily their type/ a MO they don’t necessarily agree with. Or all those peeps complaining that the S-support was too understated for them. Claude got that too - They’re just not the most open/expressive people in the world, one would think that after playing through their routes you would know and understand that. Whereas Dimitri has been super emotional from day one (which is both his greatest strength and greatest weakness), so it figures that he’d be more conventionally romantic. 

- Hardly things that would happen if she were written to be “blandly pleasant”.  I mean generally speaking she’s not the best as showing her feelings and when she does she’s often pretty blunt at it even with her closest friends (El: ”Hubert! I order you to tell me what it is you’re not telling me!” Hubert: [elegantly weasels out of answering] El: [after he’s left the room] I’m worried about him tho. )

Seems senseless to claim that she’s blandly pleasant when she’s absolutely gotten a love-it-or-hate-it-marmite-reaction all across the board. It also seems to go along with the implicit idea that everyone who likes her is heterosexual boys. I’m neither, and it’s not like heterosexual boys aren’t ever interested in “plot” or “writing” I mean geez. Though I would resist the temptation to fully ascribe it to things like that. 

To an extent it’s simply confusion. “How can they like this thing that obviously sucks? Must be an ulterior motive”, whereas in reality ppl who like her have probably parsed what happened here differently to begin with (It depends greatly on how powerful you concluded Rhea was, ie, wether what Edelgard is doing is a conquest or a revolt. She certainly sees it as a revolt. Even today in the modern day most of us see revolts as legitimate, or at least, if they get overly destructive, as a fault of the bad government. Heck, there are many on this very site who would label all revolts legit by default (”eat the rich”, the more ‘original sin-like’ variants of privilege theory) which is further than I would go )

There certainly are a bunch of ‘cute’ scenes post holy-tomb scene and under the assumption that Edelgard is this my-way-or-the-highway type of person that many have her pegged as I can see how they might think that it “makes no sense” but that’s really down to wanting her not tp step outside of that idea they have of her. I mean even supervillains have silly everyday situations. Bin Laden loved Disney Movies, Hitler loved his dogs. By itself that has nothing to do with morality or likeability. It’s just being human. Supervillains blush, not because they’re not villains, but because they have blood vessels in their faces. It’s only logical that once you get close to someone and get them to trust you, you get to see more of their silly or vulnerable sides. It’s the same with Rhea. (except that the same people argue that having personable vulnerable sides at all makes Rhea good s of course it causes some cognitive dissonance when Edelgard also has them. I’ve yet to see ppl calling “waifuism” on Rhea (whom I would consider a full-fledged villain), and they shouldn’t - it’s characterization.) Same with ppl calling Edelgard a “manchild” for liking stuffed animals and sweets. She’s actually very mature and adult for her age, having some interests that aren’t super high-minded is just realistic and if you looked at her as a full 3D person who can have more than one trait you’d see that. 

This also goes with that tendency of holding up AM as the gold standard complaining about the lack of AM-like plot that they completely miss the different but equally compelling character arcs in VW and CF. That’s not a lack of arc, that IS the arc, it’s just a different arc: We get to see this tough, in-control high-minded character who’d completely given up on the normal life she wanted so much and resigned herself to never being understood finding out that she is very much still capable of normalcy and humanity and finding friendship and love and I think that’s beautiful. It’s my jam. 

And it’s meaningful precisely because it’s a change from only seeing the tough leader guise otherwise. Complaining about that is like complaining about getting to see Claude’s more wistful, dreamy, benevolent, not-entirely self-interest side in VW or claiming that the writing would be better if he were just a straight-up selfish trickster. Actually, if you removed their heroic traits you’d end up with a lot more generic characters. You’d simply get every wild card trickster ever, and every “Nietzschean” villain ever.  It’s the fact that they’re unconventional heroes that makes Claude and Edelgard so unique, compelling and interesting. If you like conventional heroes, Dimitri is right here. Your basic heroic fantasy ‘rightful king returns/ soft peace loving hero’, plus your basic jrpg guilt-ridden angsty protagonist. I mean there’s good reason that these character archetypes are popular. Plus he’s especially well-executed and recontextualized by the contrast to the others, but there he is, enjoy him! We’re not stopping you. 

It’s really Seteth who came up short arc wise. You could have given him an arc, the potential was there, he essentially transistions from protecting himself and his family to taking on his family’s heroic quest and rising up to that, but he doesn’t get like, a scene reflecting on that. Or you could’ve sent them on some mission to actually curb some corrupt cardinals etc, shown them actually reforming the church and realizing that it wasn’t all perfect, after all he very much knows that Rhea herself wasn’t all perfect. 

For all that much of media is obsessed with making characters “hot”, the truth is that if people like them for any reason, they will find them hot anyways, regardless of whether that was the intention. (unless the people in question are aroace, or the character is a literal, realistic prepubescent child)

You don’t have to “make”  a character hot for ppl to find them so.

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Six Crushes

I was tagged by the lovely, lovely, lovely @barnessprydexparker and I keep procrastinating basically every and any thing but I wanted to do this because hey! Why not? It’s short, fun, and she tagged me. I’d add this to hers but I don’t know if it’ll get clunky so I’ll just reblog hers then post mine.

Luke Benward

I wanted to put my first crush as someone that I still (sort of) have a crush on but began when I was super young (think ten or twelve) so that the list would be a bit more accurate to the entirety of my ridiculous crushes. And I mean, Luke is just... a babe. I always thought he was cute when I was younger and then that sort of evolved as I grew up. It’s like he grew up with me. And it’s his smile, his broad shoulders, and that goofy goofy warm look he tends to have that always sold me. Like he doesn’t mind looking like an idiot or a dork for anyone; a goofball. And to this day, I still get butterflies for him.

Christopher Abbott

I mean, come on... wow! Those eyes, his hair, and the soft cuddly doggy thing he has going. It’s just... ridiculous! And he looks just as good when he’s even chunkier. And I love chunky guys just a little more (as a chunky girl myself I can’t help it)! Funny thing is I never watched Girls—just snippets. But I caught him in James White (such a good but sad film) and he was just so so so cuddly and sad in that one. I couldn’t resist and I’ve been checking his stuff out ever since. He’s such a bear even when he’s smaller. I just love him.

Ashley Graham

I mean, I like chunky boys so I definitely definitely like chunky girls. Ashley is just so gorgeous and dorky and silly and just an all around boss. And her face structure, lips, eyes, and well... body, duh! And she’s not afraid to take a stand and speak up and have conversations. She usually talks and says what she needs to and learns from her mistakes. And I love how much of a proud woman she is—and she inspires me all the time. I just like her so much. And I have to just stare at her for a while any time I see a picture of her.

Mos Def (Yasiin Bey)

I mean, those doe eyes, bone structure, and lips and nose. I’m all for it. He’s so dorky and small and smart and—albeit, not as much now—aware. I’m all for dorky and nerdy guys, as you can tell, especially if there’s some softness and plush and cuddliness to them. Mos Def is a little different though because he genuinely makes me feel like a school girl, I don’t know. I get all giggly and shy just thinking about meeting him. I know—weird!

Aparna Brielle

All I can say is I blame AP Bio! Those doe eyes and lips and how soft she seems. And she’s dorky and silly and soft and funny in real life and those are like my weaknesses. I don’t know. I blame her character’s trope (goody-two shoes) combined with the doe eyed, stickler thing she has going. She’s nothing like her character, I don’t think, but still... I can never stop thinking about how pretty she is when I watch it. And sometimes I dream of whisking her away in some weird fantasy. And I’m truly aware how weird that is, but she’s so beautiful!

Shannyn Sossamon

The bone structure, eyes, and lips—and when she smiles she’s so warm and bright. Not to mention how soft and silly she seems. The funny thing about this is I’ve seen her in so many things that it’s ridiculous, but I never realized how pretty she truly was until I watched How to Make It in America—even if she disappeared in season two. And I can never focus because I always obsess about how cute and likable she is in that show. I don’t know. I don’t think my crush on her is as strong as the others, but I definitely have a light light crush on her. I mean, she’s just so so so pretty.

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I tag @marielaurenciin! Do it if you wish—if not then carry on! But I really want to see your crushes!

[zepdeans]

this is highkey like a month late (i mean wbk im a chronic scatterbrain procrastinator) and she’s thicccc but without further ado. my skam s4 thoughts.

I first just want to say a couple things: im not a muslim woc so my thoughts on s4 don’t hold as much value as those of a muslim, woc, or a muslim woc. I also don’t know to what degree sana’s representation was true to real life. I made an effort to look for posts from muslim woc on sana’s season but to no real avail, especially given it’s been two years since skam ended and a lot of blogs have deactivated, changed urls, or posts have become buried :( [if you know of any good posts regarding sana’s season please lmk!]. from what I can recall in 2017, there were mixed opinions on s4 with most being upset (or at least disappointed) with the ultimate execution of sana’s storyline and I agree w that. while s4 means so much to me and has a really special place in my heart, I do 100% acknowledge its flaws. ok!!!!!! lets get into it😤

ep1 -as much as I wished isak stayed in kollektivet I’m glad he and even had a rlly sweet happy time this entire season. also evak making their friends move all their furniture while they whisper romantic shit to each other and makeout? peak comedy -you fuckin wish!!! -sana is the one to say “of course you should tell noora about william”.. she Knew and still takes the fall for it :( -this opening clip is such a jarring shift into sana’s pov!! e.g. while easy to overlook in previous seasons, sana’s exclusion from the girls is glaringly obvious once we’re looking through her eyes -adding onto that! sana is the friend who notices everyone else- she’s so observant, which hurts even more when you notice her friends don’t do the same (except mayhaps chris- in my heart of hearts I know chris is also the friend who notices and goes unnoticed, but unfortunately we don’t get enough of her and sana’s relationship this season to fully see that) -yousef and the balloon squad’s entrance.... ICONIC! also I cant believe for 2 seasons they presented those dickbag nissen 97s as the be all end all of hot amazing boys when the bakka third years were RIGHT THERE like,, the penetrators vs. balloon squad + even? no contest ma’am -also! it’s so interesting that we literally had no idea sana had a brother, or that yousef etc existed until now? it’s as if she has a whole private world at home, separate from her friends and nissen (and I think a theme of this season is those two worlds merging) -im obsessed w the yousana train scene but yousef being the only one who notices sana standing off to the side? ;-; -fy faen is such a stunning clip oh my god. when sana leaves to pray? possibly my favourite skam scene ever. it’s exquisite.  -sana is so cute and awkward squeezing thru the crowd shsdhgfhshdf I LOVE her love her -the last shot on yousef and noora... oh my GOD oh my god bc like. being that friend who never ever tells your real feelings or your crushes or is vulnerable with your friends?? and then having to listen to them talk about how good your crush would be with someone else (especially one of ur friends) while ur sitting there silently dying inside? and you don’t say anything since you can’t be vulnerable with your friends and u don’t think u stand a chance anyways so. (in the words of s3 noora. I think sana struck a nerve with the emotional unavailability! abbey r u ok) -this episode is a masterpiece and did such a phenomenal job of both introducing us to sana’s perspective while also touching on a multitude of her struggles AND establishing the themes of the season. plus the cinematography, editing, soundtrack and aesthetic...... o baby. (case in point I deadass just rewatched it after writing this)

ep2 -every shot of sana praying is beautiful (and beautifully edited!!) -sana’s room is usually messy... not smart enough to fully analyze this but I’m sure it means something  -an interesting contrast of what’s expected of her vs. of elias- I can’t speak for muslim families, but I know even in non-muslim families girls are always held to suchhh a higher standard (source: I have 2 brothers rip) -”if you find immaturity charming” hilarious bc sana actually does in fact find immaturity charming  -what’s interesting is how noora comes across in sana’s POV- kinda obnoxious, kinda ignorant, seemingly perfect (compared to how noora is portrayed in eva’s season, for example) -even is one of those ppl who uses the bill gates argument on why dropping out of school makes u richer sdfhfsjskfjfsd -sana staring down the pepsi max squad. fuck em up. -vilde adding magnus to the groupchat jfkjsjfdjfsfsdkj -isak missing eskild :’) sidenote I fucking live for isak and sana’s chats this season. they’re literally my lifeblood like.... 

ep3 -the kiss me scene god I go FERAL -“you need to pull it towards you, not push it away. okay?” yall mind if i SCREAM!! YOUSEF!!!!!!!!!! -there rlly is something about seeing sana, who in everyone else’s POV comes off as cold and harsh and stoic, just absolutely meltinggg when she talks w yousef like she doesn’t stop smiling she’s so sweet!!!! ah🥰 and yousef is 100% that guy who ppl tell “your gf is so intimidating and ruthless bro” and he’s like are y’all talking about sana??????? my baby?? my fuckin cinnamon apple????? -yousef’s lil smile watching sana peel carrots. 911 it’s me again -vilde and sana’s relationship has a really interesting dynamic bc like.. vilde says ignorant shit to sana while also genuinely looking up to her. and sana is probably the harshest to vilde within the group but it’s because she actually values their friendship a lot  -IM HURT BECAUSE YOU NEVER REPLIED TO MY MEME -sana pulling 2yr old receipts off the top of her head to defend vilde. god I stan -sana doin research taking notes..... shameful she isn’t canonically a virgo (honestly her and isak both but like-) -she’s so soft and smiley w her mamma awh... “of course he likes you, who doesn’t like you?” her mamma only knows the real, gentle, beautiful loving sana oh im CRY -even is so kind and loving and thoughtful yall mind if i....... -”you can’t escape the internet girl” foreshadowing mayhaps?

ep4 -david and ulrikke together are fucking hilarious -noora’s “you’re lucky you don’t have to think about this stuff, heartbreak and that” :/ it’s not just vilde who says ignorant things to sana! -that being said sana and noora are cute asf in the exper5 scene.. dorky noora rise (omg josefine and her yogurt in the bloopers too sjhfkjdf) -I HANDLE BALLS BETTER THAN YOU -the yousana scene is sooo gorgeous whew...... -I always cry a lil bit (ok a lot) when yousef brings up even. and sana knew too. even sweetie ily :( -sana talking about her religion is beautiful. it’s so lovely to learn about how she thinks and sees the world. -yousef’s smile watching sana leave like ur kidding right....... -“flawless since 99″ is so cringey. it’s so cringeyyy -sana uses “smh” I knew we were soulmates

ep5 -eavesdropping on ur parent/brother’s argument is peak sibling culture -when ur always paranoid but ur always right..... -sana’s green jumpsuit sign me up babey -I really really really love elias and sana’s conversation -u dont even realize how tiny sana is until she’s standing next to isak and even -not finding out why yousef avoided the fight and why he kissed noora will haunt me forever (could we not have expanded more on that instead of noorhelm.......) -the parallel of sana washing isak’s blood off her hands vs. her washing her hands during maghrib in episode 1. gotta sit down. -vilde gossiping to the pepsimax girls stings SO bad it’s just such a betrayal?:( -“the other girls seem cool, especially noora! she’s so pretty!” ok much to unpack here but: sana again comparing herself to noora (who she sees as /perfect/)... sana being written off despite putting so much effort and passion into the russ bus while noora, who has done literally nothing and at best is indifferent to russ, is the one they like the most. disgusteng -love will tear us apart.. bitch..... -sana abt to cry god I can’t -if sana is anything like me (I mean I think she is but jkjjkhsdfhfsd). looking stupid is the absolute worst so like, her sending out emails abt being bus boss when she was actually being lied to? being played? and her being “paranoid” about sara being shady, but deciding hey maybe im just being crazy? except she wasn’t she was right and she Knew!! and she’s probably thinking how dumb it was for her to get her hopes up, everything always ends badly anyways and no one actually likes her :((((((( -dont rlly know what my feelings are on the fight. im not against it bc isak does have a temper but his apparent motive always seemed weak to me?? and god I feel so bad for even

ep6 -forgot about sana getting bullied in middle school yall mind if I sob?? -sana lying and getting defensive bc it’s hard to be vulnerable, or because she hates looking stupid? or both?:( -isak looking up dandelions in his textbook just bc even put one behind his ear. I HATE this man -sana’s dad asking if she had a bad day aw :( -all the boys (and sana) wearing black but yousef wearing white.... what does it mean.............. -the carrots are back goddammit -radio station playing during this scene: “if I have to choose between the just non-muslim and the unjust muslim, without any doubt I would choose the non-muslim who is just” -ISAK’S NOSE SFFJDFJFSDKJSDF -sana’s text about chris I’m going to bawl my eyes out.           “yeah! looking forward (to going to nissen) but a bit worried. don’t know               anyone else starting there.”           (J: new friends?) “yes, at least one of them. I have german with her (chris)           and she’s very cool!” -the contrast of how blunt sana came off when we’re first introduced to her vs. how she was really just excited to make a new friend bc she was scared no one would like her :( especially knowing her past with bullying and how nervous she was to start at nissen? chris baby I LOVE YOU thank u ;-; -also sana keeping 2yr old conversations on her phone... same -sana is honestly too smart and scheming and overthinking for her own good. she has these elaborate plans that more-or-less always get ruined by her being more kind than she gives herself credit for (e.g. wanting to protect vilde in s1, clearing isak’s name in s4) -everyone in skam texts back so fast smh -chris calling sana “sonic”...... a moment please -I cannot watch the sana/evak apartment scene without thinking of the bloopers and losing it lmfaoooo.. “this is where we live. just come in” -ik it’s based off fanart but there is little I hate more than their matching outfits  -“remember you’re both geniuses!” 🥺even  -once again isak studying is uhhhh me - “you’re a good person” yall i love isak i really do. he puts his foot in his mouth pretty often and doesn’t have a great brain-to-mouth filter and he can be awkward and rambly and blunt and unsure of what to say in emotional situations but also? he’s so genuine. it’s just his honest thoughts and he says it bc he cares about sana and knows she needs to hear it!! -ᶠᵃᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ -sana’s inner turmoil.. thank u iman for inventing acting (ik I haven’t mentioned it much yet but god iman is SUCH a phenomenal actor I owe her my life) -LETS GO BITCHES

ep7 -sana crying silently in her room breaks my fucking heart (IMAN!!!!)  -idk how I feel about the instagram plot but sana watching as her plan falls into place and then storming up to sara... pretty bada$$ -“it’s creepy it was published but it’s more creepy we have a bus boss who talks shit about everyone” THANK YOU vilde -i love s4 isak thanks -sana and jamilla’s chat aw :~) -how awkward do yall think the walk to the bench was lmfao -what sana tells isak is SO powerful and I love it a lot -isak does actually make a good point- the other girls are like that too.  -unfortunately I have been in situations isak describes, where you want to learn more about your friend’s culture or religion because you care about them and you’re genuinely interested, but you don’t know what questions are okay to ask and you don’t want to sound rude or ignorant, so you ultimately end up asking no questions at all. but I hate that the responsibility is put on sana to constantly educate people bc I cannot imagine how exhausting that must be [[[ok so. I know there are VERY mixed opinions on the bench scene but here’s my dumbass two cents. 1- I genuinely think isak was trying to make sana feel better by attempting to relate to her and pass on advice that really helped him. however, I don’t think isak realized what sana eventually told him- that her experience wearing the hijab is a lot different than isak’s experience as a gay man. do I agree with everything isak said? nooo. do I understand why he said it? yeah. 2- it was not isak’s place to tell sana norwegians aren’t racist, or not to look for racism in questions. I think there’s some truth to ppl often just being ignorant, and he does add that there are probably a lot of racist people in Norway, but yeah. not great. 3- in conclusion I think while isak shared some meaningful advice w sana, he put his foot in his mouth too and said some stupid shit. im not trying to defend that. I will add, though: a. we actually do see some growth on isak’s part. when he and even are yelled at on the street, that’s the moment it clicks for him that oh shit, this is what sana was talking about. this is what she has to experience? and that’s why he texts noora, “in the speech for sana, you have to include how insanely strong she is. I don’t think many people understand how much bullshit she has to take” and b. isak’s (bad) advice of “not looking for the racism in things” is ultimately contrasted by yousef (a moc who lived most of his life as a muslim) suggesting instead to show people what islam really is. and that’s so much more meaningful. I think the root of a lot of the issues isak brought up- i.e. ignorance- is a general lack of education, representation, or effort by non-muslim people to seek out information themselves. so sana leading by example and showing what it means to her to be muslim is so much more powerful.]]] -𝒃𝒂𝒎!  -BEST BUDS 🥺

ep8 -haper du har plass weaving in and out of this episode until the chorus finally breaks when the los losers van shows up...... miss julie 😭 -oh my god the pictures. im a fucking MESS bc they’re not only significant to the scene and to sana but also like,, as part of our goodbye to the girls?? -the balloon squad and even :( while the timeline of them reconciling within just this week is kinda wack, seeing even back with his friends looking so happy makes my heart uwu so i’ll allow it just this once -eva’s message to vilde about her and magnus being able to trust each other w/o reading their texts... growth or irony -chris is such a phenomenal friend (and this is why I wanted more of her in s4!!) -sana’s phonecall to the girls breaks my fucking heart bc like. right off the bat she’s finally being vulnerable with them?? telling them about her fears and insecurities and struggles? typing this im gonna start crying lol but god I love her so much. she’s so brave and she put all that on the line bc all she really cares about are her friends, she loves them SO much even if (she thinks) they don’t love her back -lowkey sobbed so hard during the haper du har plass clip I almost threw up and it gave me a headache :)  -anyways this is one of my favourite skam clips and god just. the moment you hear the girls calling for sana??? I LOSE it. when sana just starts BEAMING omg🤧 the girls love sana and support her and if you fuck with sana you fuck with us!!!!!! god. cannot articulate how dear to my heart this scene is. -haper du har plass feels like the end of the episode and the party clip is kinda just tacked on but I love how happy everyone is!! they’re all drinking champagne (who taught isak how to hold things) and dancing and smilingggg 💛 -yousana rise!!!!!!!!  -ok don’t get me wrong I hate william for crashing the party but their entrance slow-mo kinda slaps.... also sana popping up in between noorhelm SENDS me

ep9 -this is the point in the season where the amount of time dedicated to noorhelm is beyond beyond beyond significantly damaging to the story. this is sana’s last episode!! instead of having them makeout in front of william’s car for 20 minutes mayhaps we could’ve had a conversation between the girls and sana, or with her brother (if they had continued the elias alcoholism plotline rip), or maybe even with jamilla or her mamma? like I don’t care at ALL about noora or william. give me anything else. ple a s e -what makes skam scenes so brilliant is their quiet moments!! julie let the scene breathe. not everything needs a tacky song playing over top. -I’ve said this abt like twenty clips now but MAGHRIB. oh my GOD. an absolute masterpiece and definitely tied for my all time favourite skam clip. can’t rlly put into words how stunning it is. & I love sana and yousef’s conversation so much. -“of course I brought food! my name is yousef!” mr. acar you’re the only man I trust

ep10 -as much as my heart yearns for 10 sana episodes I think splitting up the last episode of skam into individual POV clips for different characters was brilliant and such a poignant way to say goodbye :( -okay don’t think about what sana could’ve written in her texts to everyone or ur heart will go sicko mode -I won’t write anything abt this ep since I’ve already written too much but like.. (elias should’ve gotten a clip instead of william. pchris can stay because his clip was funny but he’s on thin fuckin ice) -kjaere sana was such a beautiful way to say goodbye to skam. so yeah. bye skam. i miss you. 

overall ➔I’m not really sure why (possibly a lethal combination of my undying love for sana bakkoush, how much I relate to her, this but my ass was crying EVERY single episode of season 4...... F ➔I’m obsessed with s4′s aesthetic. imo the best editing, soundtrack and cinematography of any season!!!! julie is so talented at making each season feel distinct- to me, sana’s season is cool, vibrant colours (aka the late-night sunset aesthetic- gabie i hear u laughing shut up), crisp electronic/pop music and rap, ethereal city nights..... also sana has the best style of any skam character it had to be said ➔sana’s growth! seeing her open up and be honest and vulnerable with the girls during that phone call. sana sending all of her friends literally the sweetest messages of how much they mean to her and how much she values their relationship. sana being the (MUCH) bigger person and making amends with sara, ingrid etc. I love her so much :’((( ➔I’ve thought a lot about what I would change in season 4 and honestly? im a mf scatterbrain and have no real, structured ideas. my biggest issue is too much noora. dream s4 would be william staying in london and noora being happy on her own (but not rly on her own bc she has the girls and kollektivet!). as :/ as I am about the noora/yousef plotline, I’m not really sure what I’d do to replace the yousana conflict in ep5. maybe involving elias, or the balloon squad and even? related to that- in lieu of all the noora/noorhelm screentime, I would so much rather have a follow-up plot to elias’s drinking problem bc it was kinda just dropped? at the very least, the william clip should’ve been elias’s. I also would've killed for more one-on-one scenes with chris (even vilde or eva!), jamilla, even, members of the balloon squad... there are so many interesting stories that could’ve been explored instead of going down the noorhelm rabbithole again. furthermore, I feel like the social media plot was a bit... weak? again I’ve tried thinking of what I would’ve done instead (while also keeping the haper du har plass clip, y’all can pry that one from my cold dead hands) to little avail. what especially threw me about this plotline is that sana did this in s2 to jamilla, fucked up, and it bit her in the ass. I know that she gets irrational when angry but from a storytelling perspective, it seems repetitive. just.. I feel like there could’ve been a more powerful plot in which sana follows the same character arc. another thing I would’ve loved to see is beyond the los losers van, an apology from the girls to sana. or even just a conversation where they tell her “hey sana, we’re sorry for not paying attention and we’re sorry for being thoughtless/ignorant.” an apology from vilde about things she’s said in the past would’ve been <3. even a gesture! the girls order pizza again but this time it’s halal, or they make an effort to learn about sana’s religion and culture. I know it’s implied through the letter they write for sana, but a final standalone scene would’ve been so nice.  ➔i’ve noticed soo many remakes do this thing where they like.. water down shitty behaviour of their characters. which like- sure. I would love for everyone to be kind and thoughtful and not as horrible as they could be but also... I think that’s the point of skam? to show that people fuck up, but that doesn’t define them as a person. no one is perfect and no one can be thoughtful and considerate and kind all the time. and often these ‘problematic’ actions are integral to the story- e.g. elias saying stupid comments to isak (related to isak’s internalized homophobia and fear of coming out to his friends), the girl squad being ignorant about what sana can eat, etc. so..... your remake is not better because it erased every horrible action every character has done. (nuance.. where r u.........) ➔despite its flaws, I will say- the good moments of season 4? ineffable. I think we sometimes forget that julie literally wrote, directed, and I believe (?) assisted w editing and soundtrack too. i cant imagine doing all that under so much pressure, trying to bring so many storylines to a conclusion whilst simultaneously creating a goodbye-season to a show she put her life into the past two years. I’m so fucking appreciative of her. and you know what? all in all julie wrote some pretty damn beautiful episodes and scenes, and you can tell she loves this show just as much as we do. ➔and honestly this is maybe one reason I’m more wary of watching remake s4′s, bc like.. this season meant SO much bc it was the last season of skam. we knew it was the last season. the final episode is more or less a love letter, a goodbye to the show. whereas w some remakes (do i have to say whomst) its  like.. that love isnt there. it’s just another season. yknow? in conclusion I miss skam so much :(

ok whew if ur reading this ur a champion but also why did you just read 5k of me rambling about how much I love sana bakkoush?? 

[rulesofthebeneath]

peppermint hot chocolate (ajay x f!mc)

<AN> Ohhhhhh boy. Here’s a thing. It’s a little thing. To be more clear, it’s the first part of a series I’m planning. Would like to credit @lilmissperfectlyimperfect as my amazing cowriter (giving me ALL of the ideas) and @lorosette for giving me headcanons and hella inspiration. Also want to tag The Crew: @pixelburied, @witchiegirl, @anlashokk, @directorajay, @itsbrindleybinch. Hope y’all enjoy! </AN>

Breathe, Ajay told himself. It’s not that hard. Inhale. Exhale. That’s really all you have to do, just… do it.

Much, much easier said than done. He broke himself out of his trance to take in the scene around him. The lockers he was leaning against. The nearly deserted hallway. The snow gently falling outside. The girl standing right in front of him, looking up at him with a confused expression, her arm holding a textbook to her chest and a heavy-looking backpack slung over the other shoulder.

“Ajay?” she prompted. He tried to remember how to breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale- not that fast!

Okay, he had breathing down. Breathing was good. Progress was being made. Now, to remember how to speak. More precisely, to remember the words he was going to say.

“I… do you…” he stumbled over his words. Damnit. He took another breath, then looked down again at her. She’d pressed her lips together, like she was trying to hold back a laugh. Her eyes were dancing. He remembered why he’d decided to come over here and do this.

“Do you…” he trailed off, trying desperately to remember his words. Since when had he gotten this nervous? He didn’t usually get nervous, that wasn't his thing. Why did she make him so nervous?

“Spit it out,” Grace said, barely managing to hold back a giggle at his distressed expression.

“Ughhhhhhh…” he groaned, then rubbed his eyes. “Do you. Want to. Go out on a date. With me. Um. This afternoon.”

She blinked rapidly, then her face just lit up. Her eyes shone and she grinned, a huge smile stretching across her face.

“Really? Are you serious right now?!”

“Of course I am! So… yes?” he asked hopefully, a blush warming his cheeks.

“Definitely yes!” She turned to shove her book into her locker, then finally closed it. She reached out a tentative hand, and he took it just as shyly. For a moment they stood there, lost in the same space. She squeezed his hand.

“So… coffee?”

“I’m not the biggest coffee fan,” she grimaced. “But I could go for a peppermint hot chocolate!”

“You don’t drink coffee? God, I’ve made a huge mistake…” Ajay joked, pretending to let go of her hand. She only held on tighter.

“Ah! You can’t go back on it! Look! We’re holding hands! You’re following this through!”

He laughed. “Damn, I guess I have to now.” He smiled down at her and led her out into the parking lot and to his car. She settled in the front seat and, once he turned the car on, started flicking through the radio stations. He had almost pulled out onto the main road outside the school when she settled on one, a classic rock station. She immediately kicked her feet up on his dash and started imitating a ferocious riff on an air guitar. He shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Why do you have to be such a dork? All the time?” he teased.

“Hey, you said it yourself. Dorky… but cute!”

Ajay rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He turned his eyes back to the road.

After a few seconds of silence:

“SMOOOOOOOOOOOKE ON THE WAAAAAATTTTEEEERRRR!” she belted out, along with the voice on the radio.

“FIRE IN THE SKY!” Ajay joined in, headbanging briefly. This only served to crack her up more. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see this cute little wrinkle in her nose as she laughed.

“That’s adorable.” He gave her a soft smile. She grinned back, then returned to the song, this time banging on invisible drums along with the even beat. He thought she was probably adding too much invisible cymbal, but didn’t say anything.

In no time at all, they were at the coffee shop. As they stood in line, Grace elbowed him gently in the side.

“What’re you gonna get?”

“A flat white.”

“Yawn. Boring.” she replied in a sing-song voice.

“No, I just have a refined palate. And respect for coffee, unlike someone” he teased back.

“Snob.”

They collected their drinks- she had settled on the peppermint hot chocolate- and grabbed a spot at a table not far from the door. He took a sip of his flat white and looked at her over the rim of his cup. The weak winter sun shone on her face at just the right angle to sparkle in her eyes as she sipped her drink. She flitted her eyes over to his, catching him staring. She reddened slightly and set her cup down.

“So. Question.”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

He blinked. “Is it not obvious? I’ve had a crush on you for a while, Grace. I didn’t think I was being slick about it.”

She blushed a little more. “Wait, really? I couldn’t tell.”

“Oh. Well, I did.”

“Huh.” She took a long sip of her hot chocolate. “Wait, why?”

“Why?” he asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, why? Why did you have a crush on me?” She laughed nervously.

“I don’t… really know? Just because you’re you, I guess. You’re… I mean obviously I think you’re cute. You’re really dedicated to acting, and you’re passionate. I guess you’re just all-around a sweet person.”

“Awwwww” she teased. “I actually didn’t think I could get you to say all that.”

“Well…” he gestured with his hands, lost for words. His face heated up. “Well, why did you say yes when I asked?” he countered.

“Uh…” she hesitated, trying to collect her thoughts. “Because I had a crush on you, too.”

His eyes twinkled. “Oh, really? Since when?”

“You’re a dork.” She hid her face in her hands and peeked out at him through her fingers. “Probably… since we got locked in the theatre together. I feel like I really got to know you then. And I really liked what I learned about you.”

“Really? Even my terrible track record with romance?”

“A red flag that I ignored,” she teased. “So, anyways. Enough of that. What do people usually do on dates?”

“Get to know each other. But since we were already close, I don’t know. How about you just… I don’t know, tell me about your day or something.”

Grace took a final sip from her peppermint hot chocolate and then launched into a long-winded account of her math class, featuring the teacher that definitely had it out for her ever since she’d fallen asleep in class during tech week for the play. Ajay listened to her intently, chin resting on his hand, eyes focused on her shining eyes or her soft hair. Everything felt… right.

He was suddenly very, very glad he’d asked her out.

***

The rest of the afternoon passed by way too quickly. They passed the time exchanging flirty roasts, debating the importance of math to The Real World, and swapping stories about their favorite (and least favorite) classes and teachers. In no time at all, it was nearing 4:30 and Grace made an offhand comment about needing to be home for dinner. Hands linked, they made their way out to his car.

He pulled up at her house a few minutes later, and left the car before she could even unbuckle her seatbelt. He was at the passenger door in a flash, opening it for her with a big smile.

“Wow, what a gentleman,” Grace teased. She took his hand and they walked together up to the bottom of the steps that led up to the porch.

“So.” she said.

“So.”

They stood in a slightly awkward silence for a few seconds.

“So,” she started again, “I had a really great time. It was a lot of fun. We should definitely do this again, soon.”

“What, the coffee part? Or the date part?”

She squeezed his hand. “The date part, idiot.”

He laughed at himself. “Just checking. I had a great time, too.” He leaned forward, as if he was going in for a kiss- but at the last second he stopped himself, diverting to press his lips to her cheek instead. He didn’t see that her face fell the slightest bit when he switched directions.

“Text me when you get home, ok?”

“Will do! Have a good night, Grace.” He shot her one last affectionate smile and let go of her hand, retreating back down her driveway to where he’d parked on the curb, behind a few trees.

Once he got back in his car, he had to take a second to breathe and reflect before he could start driving home. He kept the radio tuned to the classic rock station but turned down the volume. He fired off a quick text to his parents, letting them know he was on his way home. Then, he buckled his seatbelt and started the car.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He turned his head to look, view partially obstructed by the line of trees, and saw Grace sprinting across her front lawn… across to Rory’s house. He saw her knock on the door and watched as he let her in with a hug.

Jealousy sprang up in his chest, burning as his mind raced. Had he been reading things wrong? Had she decided, even after their date, that she liked Rory more?

His stomach sank. Had she lied to him, when she said she had a good time? Had she lied, when she told him about how she’d had a crush on him for a while?

He shook his head, trying to return himself to rational thought. Rory was her friend, he told himself. Maybe she was just going to hang out. And even if she wasn’t, well… it wasn’t like they’d established any kind of exclusivity. It was only one date.

Ajay managed to regain control of his mind enough to tell himself that he was being stupid and paranoid. That the date had gone well, and that there would be another. Still, a small doubt lingered in the back of his mind as he drove home.

[musikat18]

Ray’s Historical Costumes Rated: Season 1

Because what the fuck else am I gonna do today? At the end of the season, I’ll average the scores. All keyboardsmash numbers will be treated as a 10.

Season 2 will come tomorrow because HOLY SHIT these costumes come FEW AND FAR BETWEEN FOR A GODDAMN TIME TRAVEL SHOW

Screencaps are taken by me!

104 (Janitor)

3/10: I mean he’s always cute but there’s nothing much put into this look. Which I guess is the point but with the other looks this season and beyond it knocks this one down a peg. We Love Santiation Workers Though, he gets extra points for the mop.

104 (Ballet)

8/10: Every white boy has a basic suit, and Ray is no exception, But! He gets bonus points for the bow tie and for just being so pretty all spiffed up. Would definitely trust this man he is most definitely not a spy at all.

104 (The Science Room)

0/10: Sir you’re breaking into a nuclear facility in Soviet Russia could your fancy time ship not even spare a lab coat? (No shade to Gideon, who is a queen and we love her Rip is just dumb.) This is not a costume, this is a blazer over a t-shirt. Only stopped from dipping into negative numbers from the fact that this scene confirms He Is Boy Scout.

105 (Prison Jumpsuit)

6/10: Get This Puppy Out Of Prison. At least he has that jacket to keep him warm. I gave this look 2 extra points b/c of excellent juxtaposition between Gulag Jumpsuit and The Babey Wearing It Look At How Clean And Soft He Is.

105 (Torture Variant)

This one gets no ranking, it’s just an excuse for me to have a shirtless Ray cap here while also reminding everyone that he sacrificed his safety and almost his life for Mick Rory, as he will continue to do for the rest of the team because he loves them, carry on.

108 (Move-In Day)

8/10: It’s standard 50′s aesthetic but WOW AFTER A THREE EPISODE DRY SPELL, LOOK AT OUR BOY? THAT CARDIGAN? THAT EXTRA-NEAT HAIR? WHAT A SPIFFY MANS I’D SHARE A MILKSHAKE WITH HIM.

108 (Patient Scrubs)

4/10: It’s about as stale and bland as it gets but it gets the job done. 

108 (Move-Out, With and Without Jacket)

10/10: It’s 50′s but better? Look at that man. Tie? Yes. That shade of blue? Looks heckin good on him. The rolled-up sleeves? End me holy shit. And with the coat and gloves? DAMN I’M WEAK TAKE A WALK IN THE SNOW WITH ME AS WE BOTH GROW UNSURE IF OUR CHEEKS ARE FLUSHED FROM THE COLD OR EACH OTHER

109 (Oh No We’re Stranded What Now)

4/10: Aaaaaaaaaand he immediately dove back into The Most Basic Look Ever. Ray I believed in you.

109 (Professor Palmer)

9/10: Goddamn I know nothing about physics but I wish I did???? Look at that dorky professor suit I’m love????? Also look at those glasses?????? Clark Kent Who???? Clark Kent Him *is shot* Also still looks good without the glasses when he throws The Sweetest Picnic Ever for Kendra, An Actual Princess.

111 (Sheriff Palmer)

124345981624/10: WOW HOLY SHIT THIS IS PEAK HISTORICAL COSTUME!!!! I HAVE NO IDEA IF IT’S ACCURATE OR ANYTHING BUT GODDAMN LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!! THAT CRISP SHIRT THAT BOLD TIE THAT JAWLINE THAT BADGE BE STILL MY FUCKIN HEART i mean like yeah fuck the police but also FUCK THE POLICE

112 (Past Ray)

6/10: You know what? This is just Ray from the past but I’ll count him. He loses two points for not technically being historical, but he clearly knows what colors work for him and also I’m going to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe forever now thank you.

113 (Hiding Under The Radar)

3/10: The green is a bold new choice, but other than that, this is the most drab Hiding Amongst A Secret Resistance Outfit I’ve ever seen. Maybe throw in a ragged-chic knit scarf or something.

114 (Flashback)

2/10: This is still technically the past. As You Can See, I Am Grasping At Straws. The plaid shirt is very farm boy but Ray you’re the owner of a multibillion-dollar tech conglomerate. I get you’re off the clock. But that’s just not your best look, in this setting or even on a farm.

Rest of the season? Absolutely fuckin nothing. So let’s average it out...

Season Average: 5.6/10

Series Average: 5.6/10

[gameimagines]

First Prompto request! I went with dragon shifter, hope you enjoy! Link to the list of prompts here!

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You had chosen this clearing in the forest because there seemed to be enough open space to accompany the incoming transformation. It was an open field of dried out weeds and dull, yellow grass. The inclosed field was about half the size of a football field - surely it was a big enough space.

Boy, were you wrong.

Prompto’s lithe frame curled into itself. The blonde’s toned arms were flung around his torso as his bones began to crack. You looked on in awe and horror. Muscles prodded against his skin, smoke tendrils creeped out of his open mouth. He tilted his head up and gave you a weak smile. His normally bright blue eyes had darkened, his pupils had narrowed into slits. You were so mesmerized by the scales framing his now animalistic eyes that you nearly missed his warning.

“H-Hey babe? You should back up.”

You backed up to the edge of the clearing and grasped a tree trunk so you didn’t pass out from sheer disbelief. After a series of cracks, contortions, and a burst of white light, Prompto’s thin form had grown into a huge winged beast. Golden curved horns poked out from the top of his scaled head. His pink lips were replaced with a long snout and rows of sharp teeth. Prompto was unlike anything you’d ever seen before and in a moment you were certain that he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever see.

His scales shifted from saffron to cobalt, the setting sun bounced off the metallic scales giving him an otherworldly glow. Prompto’s wings were tucked into his body but with the way he twitched, you were certain he wanted to stretch them out. Prompto’s eyes looked over the trees, where did you go? Did you leave him? The golden dragon let out a whine. He was afraid this form would scare you away.

You stepped forward so he would see you. Prompto’s tail swished around excitedly. You hadn’t abandoned him. Prompto bowed his head down and you pressed your soft forehead against his armored forehead. You closed your eyes. This was dreamlike.

And then, you felt him shift. The reversion to his human form seemed faster than his transformation. His new appendages folded in on itself for a moment before that same flash of light overtook his form. Afterwards your regular dorky boyfriend stood in front of you, one arm scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you albeit awkwardly.

“So...what do you think?” Prompto nervously chucked.

You pulled his arm away from neck and laced your fingers through his. “What do I think?” You repeated, “I think that was easily the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Prompto blushed in response, which prompted you to kiss his freckled cheek.

“Maybe next time we can fly together.”

[keepliving21-blog]

Love Nalu Fanfic

dedicated to @rizzy09  Love you sweet thing, thank you for the idea and I hope you enjoy! For everyone out there, I am open for writing whatever nalu ideas ya’ll would like me to write. 

Nalu Fanfic where being a mate to someone isn’t actually the greatest thing in the world.

all rights to Hiro Mashima

Love

Love was meant to be unchained, wild and free. It was supposed to be unconditional and all consuming; passionate with a splash of innocence, the greatest adventure one could take. And yet, it wasn't. In a way, love has never existed. The concept of being mates to someone, to be owned by the dominant and be kept submissive could hardly be seen as love at all. But that was life in Fiore: arranged-marriages, child weddings, and the power play between the sexes. You see the moment you met someone with the same mark, even if they were 20 years older, you would be forced to marry them. The rich would often take advantage of this by having a elderly man tattoo a "mark" that matched a young maiden's so they could strengthen their ties. In this world, you had to marry your mate regardless their behavior or age, and if you ever objected you would be publicly shunned and isolated from everyone until you gave in.

That must be why Fairy Tail is not only controversial but on the verge of criminal. Based in the farthest reaches of Fiore, the guild gives sanctuary to the runaways who refuse to be mated to a stranger. Members cover their mark with wrappings and tattoo the guild's emblem somewhere on their person. It is a symbol of freedom from the oppression of being a mate. The only consequence was that once a member, you could never go home as it would be to dangerous. It was indeed a small price to pay for freedom.

Natu's mark is on his left arm so he often wears a long coat that covered the arm completely but exposed his right arm, the Fairy Tail emblem showing clearly just below his right shoulder. As popular as he was for all the destruction he "accidentally" caused Natsu's actual role was to tattoo the emblem on others. He would deliberately go into the worst areas and find people who wanted to get help, and he helped them. According to rumors, he used to be the son of a well respected politician but like most wasn't allowed to choose his future. So Natsu rebelled and ran away, he dyed his hair pink and got into tattooing. It was meant to be a rebellious act to get back at his parents but Fairy Tail found him and convinced him to help people instead of simply living to spite his parents.

It turns out, Natsu loved saving people. He found a purpose and a future of his own making through Fairy Tail and went from a angsty teen with a attitude problem to a daring young man who was loyal to his friends and only partially chaotic. So with his blue cat snuggled in his scarf, because why dye your hair when you could also dye your cats fur, he makes his way through Magnolia.

This was different though, as he was only here to buy ink and wasn't particularly looking to help someone.

Natsu finds his favorite ink store and steps in, going to the far right corner of the store he begins analyzing the vast array of inks trying to judge which shade of red was best for the dragon tattoo he'd been dreaming about making. The sketch was drawn out he just needed the red ink to go with it. Reaching up for a fiery red one he fails to notice the other hand reaching for that same bottle. It retreats immediately and with a shy apology the stranger next to him backs off.

She was a curious thing, fidgeting a little in place and toying with a strand of her gold hair. She had long pigtails held up by blue bows and went a good two inches past her shoulders, side swept bangs partially draped over her face and failed to hide her honey brown eyes. Finding her to be beautiful Natsu gets the bottle and hands it to her instead, he can always find that shade of red later.

"Here ya go."

"Thanks..." Pure white hands take the bottle from him and Natsu can't help but notice that for someone buying ink this girl has no tattoos at all.

"So ya like tattoos huh? Are you a beginner?"

"Something like that." Was her only response as she points to her bandaged left arm. “I’m finally gonna cover this up.”

���It’s your mark right?”

“W-what I mean no, why-why would you-“

He chuckles a little, this girl was showing all the signs of a person trying to hide their mark. She was nervous and fumbled over her words, played her mark off as an injury, and was currently glancing at the stores entrance probably to make her escape.

“Can I see it?”

At this she clasps a hand over her bandage and looks mildly offended. “Isn’t that a little personal? I don’t even know your name.”

A weak argument, but the adorable girl looked nervous so he turned his attention back to the shelves of ink bottles and crosses his arms. Approaching with caution, she stands next to him to see what’s so interesting. Reaching up, Natsu finds a soft pink shade of ink and hands it to her much to the girls surprise.

“This will look much better against your skin. Anyways, good luck with hiding your mark.”

Flustered and a little upset she stalks after him as he makes his way to the stores entrance. “Now wait, aren’t you going to tell me your name?”

He looks back at her, a inkling of mischief in his eyes as a smile crept along his face. That’s when she saw the Fairy Tail guild mark on his shoulder but surprisingly she didn’t take a step back.

“You really wanna know?”

She nods in response.

“It’s Natsu, I’m Fairy Tails tattoo artist. If you want I could tattoo over-“

“Yes.” The response was immediate as if she’d longed for a chance like this and he couldn’t deny he was curious about her so he took her back to the cashier, bought the ink, and led her outside.

“You know I never caught your name.”

“It’s Lucy.”

-/-/-/-

Lucy was brimming with curiosity, taking in her new surroundings as Natsu led her by the hand through the guild. The air smelt of cigarette smoke and beer, the light atmosphere lingered with loud voices and cheers accompanied by fierce arguments. Her pink haired friend took her through a door next to the bar that she could've sworn would lead them to the kitchen, but instead found herself in a small tattoo parlor and was ushered to the seat in the center of the room.

"Can I see your mark?"

"Oh-um sure." Lucy gingerly peels the bandage off revealing the dragon like mark on her left arm, for a moment Natsu thinks nothing of it until he actually studies it and finds that it is exactly like his own mark in the exact same location. A shiver runs down his spine and for a moment he cannot help but be a little upset, the whole point of running away and joining the guild was so that he would never find his mate. And yet, here she was: a shy, beautiful young woman who had the courage to cover her own mark. If he hung out with her, would he come to love her? Now that they've met would either of them leave each other? Would they be forced by fate to stay together? The blonde shifts nervously in her seat, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze and quietly asks if the guild mark would cover it. Snapping out of his trance, Natsu reassures her it will and sets off to get his equipemente ready.

"So Luce, why do ya need the mark hidden?" He asks while getting the ink ready, he wouldn't say it, but the lad was curious how the soft pink would turn out on her virgin skin.

"It's my father Jude. He wants me to marry my uncle so...yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh don't be, I heard about you and this girl I met at the library-her names Levy I think?-she said you could help."

At this he stops before piercing her skin and looks at her. This was the first time someone has come to him, usually he was the one to save people.

"You were looking for me?"

She nods shyly, and a soft blush spreads across her cheeks. "I heard that Fairy Tail was like a never ending adventure, and being trapped at home with a madman for a father, I just jumped at the chance. I figured if I found you, maybe I could finally escape it all you know?"

"Brave girl...hey lets tattoo the mark elsewhere."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, your mark is to agitated, maybe on your hand." Natsu wasn't lying, her mark really was agitated, but he also didn't want to cover her mark. In a way, Natsu really wanted to see what Lucy was like. She sounded similar to him, rebelling against her parents and taking life into her own hands, sure she was shy but there was a certain amount of bravery that if cultivated could really turn into something grand.

It takes her a while but she finally concedes and allows him to tattoo the guild mark on her hand, watching intently as he does so. Natsu fascinated her, a pink haired boy with a million dollar smile and tattoos that went all the way up his arms. At first glance he'd probably be seen as a bad guy, but with his dorky and charismatic character Natsu seemed to be the exact opposite. She couldn't deny that she was drawn to this man somehow, and made a mental note to hang out with him again.

"Hey, not to distract you but could you show me around Fairy Tail?"

"Sure thing," Natsu smiles as he finishes the mark, loving how perfect the pink appeared to be on her hand, "Better yet, I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

Taking a wipe and gingerly wiping the mark on her hand, he gives her smile.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail, Lucy."

[babyshawwn]

Blurred Lines (Smut)

MASTERLIST

A/N: Celebrating Shawn’s birthday. Feedback is always lovely. 

Word count: 4,518

Shawn and I had been living together for a little over four months now. Since Shawn agreed to letting me crash for a week while looking for something new after being kicked out of my dorm, things we didn’t count on happened between us and suddenly, we were practically roommates and enjoyed each other’s company for hours a day. 

For the past two and a half months, Shawn and I had been hooking up without our friends knowing about it. Normally, Shawn wouldn’t be my type at all – he was too confident and experienced for someone like me – but living together and seeing as much to each other as we had, apparently made sparks fly between us. 

It started out as innocent yet teasing jokes and dirty looks that turned into flirting while cuddling and holding hands. Only a week later, that turned into making out on the white couch and going down on each other when we were supposed to be watching some random movie on tv. 

Shawn kept saying how we needed to figure out our feelings before opening up about what was going on to our friends but a part of me – not that I was complaining – was pretty sure Shawn loved the sneaking around and the thrill of trying not to get caught. 

I was pretty sure about my feelings and Shawn had repeatedly told me, he was as well. For now, we enjoyed the stage of our relationship where everything ended up in sex. Taking a shower, cleaning the living room, changing the covers on our beds. 

Sex with Shawn wasn’t like any other kind of sex I’d ever had. He was experienced to say at least; he knew all my weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to gain control over my entire body with his dirty and teasing words.  

Shawn had always been good with words; the way his tongue caressed the things he said, how his lips formed perfectly and how raps his voice sounded while whispering in my ear. 

Then there were his hands; they were without a doubt my biggest weakness. I loved how they were big enough to cover my whole body, I loved how they left my skin lingering when they slipped down me, I loved how his hands knew my body’s spots, how he could make me twist and twirl only by using his fingers just right on me. 

I had noticed Shawn was a very sexual person; half of the time he wasn’t even trying. He never really had to try. 

Once we’d been hanging with Matt playing some fifa on a lazy Sunday and Shawn had walked out of the living room going to the bathroom and left me speechless with my mouth gaping wide open behind. His wavy hair still messy and wild after his shower, with a single curl dropping down his face and his black Armani boxers hanging low on his hips as he walked across the room. It had taken every bit of self-control not to jump him right there on the sofa in front of Matt. 

Well, that was a lie really. I had sneaked into the bathroom with him, locked the door behind us and he’d fucked me quickly on the edge of the sink, covering my loud whimpers with his palm and left my collarbones with sore hickeys.    

Now, his birthday was coming up and of course, Shawn was throwing the party of the year at the newly bought condo and though I was excited to see our friends and getting wasted as normal kids for once, I had no idea what to get him. 

The search for the perfect gift to get Shawn had been nagging me for weeks. And for some reason, finding the perfect thing for him was more important this year. We hadn’t cleared our blurred lines yet and I couldn’t help but wonder what birthday present would be fitting for the guy you’re sort of, almost but in secret dating. 

What was too much?

What was too little?

What do I even buy the guy who has enough money to buy whatever he wants, whenever he wants? What do I get the guy who makes the butterflies reach the surface in my stomach and takes my breath away with every small smile he sends me? 

What do I buy the guy I’m slowly but surely falling in love with to show him just how many things he makes my heart feel?

I tried asking Karen but she’d struggled just as much as me. Andrew hadn’t been much of a help either, shrugging his shoulders and telling me to get whatever. 

I’d leaned on Brian, Geoff and Matt but their answer had been the same; “He’ll love whatever as long as it’s from you.” 

And then I confided in Timera for a rather desperate brainstorm and strangely that’s where I found the answer. 

When he woke up and I’d made him breakfast, I’d give him something I knew his heart would value much more than anything money could buy. 

For as long as I can remember being friends with Shawn, we’d always spend the mornings of his birthday together. Every single year. It had sort of become a tradition to make him breakfast and taking a stupid selfie with one of those ugly-ass carton birthday hats and though it was rather foolish, we’d always done it. Even when we grew older, even when we grew out of finding it funny. 

I would make him a book of all the lame selfies throughout the years and write down reasons I valued having him in my life underneath each picture. 

It would go straight to his heart; I was sure of it. Shawn repeatedly kept telling me how much he loved the fact that I never changed around him, how I stayed the same and how he stayed the same in my eyes as well. I knew he loved the fact that he was still dorky Shawn with braces to me and what impressed me most about him wasn’t who he had become, but who he had always been.  

Later, at the party when everyone else showed up, I’d give him something less reviling of what was going on between us. I figured one of those flowy shirts he loves so much would do and melt in with whatever everyone else brought along. And finally, as the night came to an ending, I would give him his last and final present. Hopefully the best as well; 

Me. 

All of me. Whatever he wanted to do to me, whatever he wanted me to do to him. Whatever he was in the mood for, wherever he was in the mood for. 

Because honestly, what’s better than getting drunk birthday sex?

To Shawn, the answer was absolutely nothing. At least that’s what Timera and I decided on but knowing Shawn as well as I did, he would without a doubt love it. 

To spice up his last present, Timera and I went shopping for something a little extra to wear underneath the tight, red dress I knew he loved when I wore. We settled on a sheer, black body stocking with a trail of lace around the edges; something I knew Shawn had a soft spot for.

I’d snuck into Shawn’s room the night before his birthday and though he was half asleep, he’d rolled to his side, muttered something in his slumber but held out his arms for me to cuddle into him. Most night had been spent like this. 

Going to bed separately, but typically ending up sleeping together anyways. It wasn’t even just about the sex; Shawn had told me he slept better whenever I laid next to him. 

I pressed my face slightly against Shawn’s damp neck before waking him up with steamy kisses. My hands ran across his naked chest, caressing his collarbones gently. 

“Good morning birthday boy” I whispered sorely, my lips leaving trails of warm kisses on his jawline. 

Shawn’s strong arms slipped around my body, pulling me across the mattress and even closer to his bare chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder, letting out a husky noise.  

“Mornin’ babe” he replied, blinking his sore eyes a few times. His nose disappeared into my hair as I felt his lips brush tenderly against me. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Better. Always better whenever you’re here too.” 

His words made the butterflies crack in my stomach and I couldn’t stop the tiny smile that ran across my lips. My fingertips brushed against his arms and I felt the heat from Shawn’s steamy kisses just below my ear. 

“What time is it?” he grunted sleepily. 

“Just a little over nine” 

“Then we have plenty of time” 

“Time for what?” I asked as my fingertips ran down his arms and reach the crack of his hands. Shawn wrapped his fingers around mine and give me a light squeeze. 

“Time for this-“ he smirked widely. 

Shawn flipped me over and pressed his heavy body against mine as his eyes locked on me. Teasingly, he licked his lips as a tot of his curly hair fell into his eyes. I reached for his face and let my fingers slip through his thick hair. I let my fingers drop to his throat and slide around him, locking my hands behind his neck. 

Shawn eagerly closed the gap between our lips as his hands moved from my hands to my body. A couple of his fingers ran entirely down my stomach, reaching for the hem of my panties as he realized I wasn’t wearing any. 

“No underwear? Aren’t you a dirty girl” he gasped into my ear as he pushed two fingers inside of my core unexpectedly. My hand moved from his neck and forced my fingers into his hair in pleasure. 

“I thought it was your birthday, why am I not the one treating you?” I panted heavily. 

Shawn bended down me, letting his lips brush against my ear. Teasingly, his fingers disappeared from my now craving body. 

“I find it hot as fuck when I finger fuck you. I enjoy watching you cum like this.”

Shawn’s thumb went to my clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against my sensitive area. I sucked in a breath, feeling the heat reach the surface in my face. I squeezed the duvet in my hands as Shawn slid his middle finger into me. 

He bended down and placed a sweet kiss on my collarbone as his fingers continued to push deeper into my core. Even his fingers were big enough to fill me out when he touched me just right. 

“It turns me on seeing you crumble from by touch” 

“Are you enjoying this?” I whimpered, swaying my back in pleasure. Shawn’s teeth bit into my earlobe as he laughed slightly. 

“Oh, you have no idea” he replied, sliding his finger in and out of my core as I bit roughly into my bottom lip, trying my absolute hardest to refrain from moaning loudly. 

Carelessly, Shawn added another finger. His eyes were carefully watching me; watching how my body started shaking, how my cheeks flushed, how my fingers desperately dug into his skin. He watched as my breathing came strained, he watched my mouth gaping open gasping for air, how my body moved slightly when his fingers made an unexpected turn.  

“Let me hear you scream my name, baby.” He continued watching me underneath him as he finger fucked me hardly.

After spending the morning in bed and eating breakfast, I’d given him the first present and It’d gone beyond amazing. 

Though he didn’t want to admit it openly, I swear he was tearing up while reading through the book. Shawn rarely showed emotions like that and sharing that side of him with me was a declaration of love without a doubt. Since then, he hadn’t stopped giving me sweet thank you kisses whenever he had a second to. 

The rest of the day we spend getting ready for the party; mixing drinks, setting up the DJ stand, taking a shower and getting dressed and suddenly, the doorbell rang and the condo quickly filled up with familiar people and people I’d never seen before. I’d mostly kept to Matt as Shawn mingled with the people I didn’t know very well. 

“So the birthday boy is happy, eh?” I turned to Matt, sending him a smile. 

Shortly, we both glanced over at Shawn dancing on the kitchen counter and jamming out to No Scrubs with Andrew, sipping the bottle of champagne whenever he wasn’t singing along. 

“Heck yeah, he’s already smashed”

“Well, you only turn nineteen once” 

“Cheers to nineteen” 

“To nineteen” I joined as both Matt and I poured down a sour tasting, green shot. 

“I see I wasn’t the only one who got him champagne as a birthday present” Matt laughed, gazing over at the table filled with presents. 

A bunch of people had brought along liquor in all types and forms; vodka, champagne, tequila. You name it. 

“I’m sure we’ll put it to use anyways” I laughed. 

“Wait, what did you get Shawn? Did you ever find a present or did you just give up?” Matt asked, taking a sip of his drink. 

I chew on my bottom lip shortly, taking in a deep breath. I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned towards his ear. 

“Can you keep a secret?” 

“y/n, you know me. What did you get him?” he replied, as if the answer as obvious.

I rolled my eyes at him but I knew he was right. Matt never broke people’s trust. He was too good of a guy for that. I spun around showing myself off. 

“Me” I whispered, biting into my lip. Matt’s eyes met mine and a huge smile spread on his lips shortly after. 

“I knew it, I knew something was going on” he snorted. “You look great, y/n. Shawn’s a lucky guy” 

“I think I’m the lucky one” 

“Trust me, the lucky one here is Shawn” Matt winked, spicing my confidence. “Go get your man.” 

I winked at Matt as I left him behind and started wandering around the condo filled with - already heavily drunk people - searching for that tall boy with curls it was usually easy to spot in a crowded place. I padded Geoff on the shoulder as he turned his head towards me with a smile. 

“Have you seen Shawn?” I asked, licking my lips shortly. 

I’m pretty sure I was interrupting a heated conversation about hockey since Geoff’s cheeks were red and his eyes rather wild. 

“Nah, sorry. Haven’t seen him in a while” 

“Oh, okay. Thanks though” I smiled as Geoff turned back to his conversation.  

I continued walking from the living room towards the kitchen looking for another familiar face. Which was a rather hard task, since I didn’t know half of the people at this party. 

As I tiptoed to look through the crowd, I spotted those curls from across the room heading towards the bathroom. 

Slightly pushing my way through people, I managed to slip into the bathroom before Shawn closed the door behind him. He turned to me and a slurred smile met my eyes. 

“Eyyy, babe” he muttered, wrapping his arms around me. “I lost sight of you” 

“I know, I’ve been looking for you everywhere” I laughed. 

“I was actually about to pee” Shawn said, wrinkling his forehead in confusion to why I was here. I rolled my eyes at him, before pushing my heavy body onto the drawer. 

“Don’t let me stop you” 

“So we’re that good friends now, eh?” he said, leaning closer to my face. As Shawn exhaled against my lips I immediately smelled the alcohol. 

“Hopefully we’re a little more than just friends” I whispered back teasingly. 

Shawn replied by crashing his lips against mine. My hand grabbed around his chin as his tongue slipped into my mouth and he gently played with my tongue. The heat rose in my cheeks but whether it was the alcohol or the taste of Shawn, I couldn’t be the judge of that. 

“I really do need to pee” he whimpered against my lips and pulled back. As he unzipped his pants he gazed over his shoulders sending me a smile.

“You’re having a good birthday?” 

“It’s insane. But I’d rather be seeing more of you” 

“You will” I promised, raising my eyebrow at him. 

Shawn flushed and turned to the sink to wash his hands. He kept his eyes on me in the mirror with that cheeky smirk painted on his rosy lips. 

“I guess I better fix my shirt” he laughed, looking down at how unbuttoned his shirt was. 

Biting into his tongue, he tried focusing on closing them with his clumsy fingers. Having barely seen Shawn tonight, it was only now I realized just how good he looked. 

He was wearing a white shirt with a blue print hugging his body all the right places. He had those usual black skinny jeans from Armani on and the black sneakers he wore around everywhere. 

I suddenly felt flushed and fizzy inside as I watched him correction his close in front of me. He suddenly ran his fingers through his sticky hair, obvious to how he was making me feel. I felt a sudden tickly between my legs as my fingers rubbed hardly on the edge of the drawer. 

“Shawn?” I said, jumping down on the floor again. 

“Mhh?” he slurred, closing the last button. I swayed across the floor and leaned against him.  

“I want you.” 

Shawn looked quickly over his shoulder; “What? Now?” 

“I want to fuck you” I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. 

I watched as his eyes turned darker and how he forced air into his lungs. Suddenly, Shawn’s hand found mine and he led me out of the bathroom. 

“Wait, where are we going?”

“I’m not going to fuck you in the bloody bathroom in a house filled with guests” 

“You’ve done it before” I giggled. 

“Fair point-“ he agreed, sending me a smirk. “But since it’s my birthday, I have this fantasy.”

Shawn led me to the front door and into the streets with cars parked all around. His hands slipped into his pocket and he pulled out his car keys. 

“And what’s that?” Shawn turned to me and gave me his usual cheeky smile before planting a quick kiss on my lips. 

“Jeep sex” he raised his eyebrow daringly at me. 

“Whatever you want, birthday boy” 

Shawn unlocked his car and helped me get into the back with him following me right behind. Quickly, he flipped me over so I was laying in my back and his fingers began to run up my red dress. 

“Wait, babe-“ I pushed him slightly away with my hands. He detached his lips from my chest, gazing worriedly down at me. 

“We’ve already done me. You’re the birthday boy, I’m going to take care of you.” 

“But, I-“ 

“Shut up, Mendes. Let me do my thing” I laughed, pushing him roughly back into the brown leather seat. 

My hand ran between his legs and felt the boner press against his tight jeans. Teasingly, I let my palm rub against him as he tilted his head back with his eyes shut. He let out a loud groan as my fingertips grabbed around the hem of his black skinny jeans. 

I slowly unbuckled his pants with his eyes carefully watching me and slid my hand into his black boxers. My hand wrapped around his thick length and began pumping him slowly up and down, just how I knew he liked.  

“Fuck” he breathed out, chewing on his lip. 

Playfully, I continued pumping him hardly. My fingers moving in rough circles just around his head then slipping down him entirely. I leaned closer to his quivering lips, licking along his tense jawline. 

“Happy birthday, baby” 

“Please, y/n” 

“Tell me what you want, Shawn. What do you want?” 

“I want to feel your mouth” he panted, shutting his eyes entirely. 

Quickly, Shawn pushed his jeans down and I lowered my mouth to around his tip. I continued pumping him hardly as I put more of him into my wet mouth. 

“That mouth is my fucking weakness” he whimpers, his fingers forcing themselves into my hair. 

I felt him push my head closer again him in desperation. I took more of him into my mouth and continued dipping my head with his hand still guiding me to suck him deeper. 

I loved making Shawn feel like this; watching my mouth give him this much pleasure made me wet. Shawn’s hand strongly titled my head to look at him.

“Fucking hell, I’m going to cum” he warned, but I continued sucking him deeply.

“It’s okay, babe. Cum in my mouth” I breathed as my tongue licked around his head. 

Shawn’s sweaty palms pressed hardly against the leather seats as his threw his head back in pleasure from feeling my wet mouth. My hand still holding him and pumping him roughly, I deep throated him and a second later, he released his load into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and went back up to kiss him. 

Eagerly, Shawn pressed his soft lips against mine as his fingers pulled me an inch closer to his mouth. Pushing back, I pulled my dress over my head. Shawn’s jaw dropped as he was eyeing my body. His fingers traced the sheer body stocking and touched all sort of places on my – almost naked - body.  

“What is this?” 

“Your real birthday present” I giggled, my fingers disappearing into his hair. 

“Fucking hell. I’m the luckiest guy ever” he gasped, licking his rosy lips. “I fucking need you right now.” 

“Come get it, Mendes” I dared him. 

Before I could react, Shawn had already ripped the body stocking in half and it slowly slid down my naked skin. 

“Shawn! I just bought that” I laughed, pushing his head back. 

“I’ll get you a new one, okay? Right now, I need you to fucking ride me” he panted desperately. His slubby eyes locked on me, his hands on my hips.

“Your wish is my command” I teased, watching the heat flush his face. I grabbed around his hard dick, slowly guiding it along to my wet folds. 

“I think I’m in love you” I spoke, as I pushed him into me. Shawn’s eyes stayed on me, feeling himself slowly slipping all the way into my core.  

“Fuck babe, you feel so tight on me” he moaned, his hands running down my back. 

As Shawn started thrusting into me, I balanced my hands on his shoulders as his hands were guiding my hips against him. I whimpered loudly, trying to somehow get used to feeling him deep inside my core. 

No matter how many times Shawn fucked me, he always stretched me out like it was the first time. He still shot a sharp aching through my body and he still fitted perfectly in me. 

Shawn’s mouth finding mine, I moaned silently into his. 

“I think I’m in love with you too” he whispered sweetly allowing me to taste his drunken words. 

“Mhh, Shawn” I breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck.

My tongue moved teasingly around before I sucked roughly on his steamy skin. Shawn hug his nails into my hips, pushing into me as much as he could, faster and harder each time. 

“Fuck Shawn, right there” I cried as Shawn easily found my g-spot. Knowing him well, a tiny complacent smirk escaped his whimpering lips. 

Throwing my head back in pleasure, I heard the sweet rasp noises coming from Shawn’s mouth. I rocked my hips, grinding on his hard dick. Shawn’s hand slipped up my sweaty body and he forced two fingers roughly into my mouth. 

I sucked hardly on him and watched how his mouth dropped as he sucked in air. He panted heavily as the heat from feeling my wet mouth flushed his cheeks even more. 

“T-t-urn around babe” he slurred as I continued riding him roughly. 

“Whatever you want” I breathed, biting into his earlobe quickly. My words took Shawn’s breath away and he had to shut his eyes in sexual frustration. 

I kissed him shortly, turning on his so I were facing away from him now. He whimpered loudly as I moved against him, his sweaty back sticking to the leather seat. I rested my damp palms on his thighs and pulled off him so only his top was inside of me. 

“You’re killing me” he cried, his hands sliding around my body and massaging my hard nipples. 

Slowly, I made my way back down his hard dick, twisting my hips in little circles to tease him a little. Shawn’s fingertips squeezed my nipples roughly as his tongue slipped along my jaw, down my neck and reaching my collarbones. His hands covering my boobs, he started massaging me tenderly. 

Once again, I pulled myself off him entirely as I pushed myself down his head again. This time, Shawn pushed up his lower body and met me in a rough thrust forcing the both of us to scream loudly. Shawn slipped in deeper than ever, filling every inch of me out. I felt my stomach clench around his throbbing dick, leaving my mouth dry and sucking in air desperately. 

“I want you to cum for me, babe” I panted as I turned back around, bouncing up and down Shawn. 

“Look at me” he whimpered, his thumb finding my chin and locking our eyes together. 

He pressed our lips roughly together as he smashed hardly into me and released his load inside of me. Burying his heavy head into my shoulder, he bit into my skin. 

“You’re so fucking good” as he said those words, I let the bundle in my stomach come undone and my juices going all over him. 

“And so fucking wet” he teased, gasping desperately for air. 

Shawn pulled me off him and allowed me to collapse into his arms, sitting on his lap. His strong arms closed around my hips and he planted a few kisses on my sweaty neck. 

“Best birthday ever” he grinned, his lips attaching to mine. “Today has been perfect, thanks to you” 

“Always at your service, Mendes” 

“You better fucking be, you’re already making me addicted” he laughed as he kissed my forehead. 

“I guess we better get back then. I’m sure they’ll notice if the birthday boy is gone too long” 

“Nah, fuck that. Let them notice” 

“People can put two and two together, Shawn” I reminded him, my nose stroking against his temples. 

“Let them. Right now, all I want to do is lay where with my girl in my arms and enjoy being nineteen and in love” he whispered sweetly, his lips brushing against my hair. 

Shawn’s fingers found my hands and he intertwined our fingers together, hugging me tightly. 

And suddenly, our lines weren’t as blurred anymore. I had given him me and me entirely. My heart, my mind, my body. I was all his; in all ways possible.