#I'm just going to have to start laying in text and be like 'nope whatever you had friday night was final sorry'

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     "Are you two staying in tonight?" (Y/n) asked her two friends over the phone. She had called Seungmin while getting ready to go out with some of her other friends. Changbin had shown up in the middle of the call. And of course, as she was about to leave to finish getting ready, her other friends texted and just told her not to come.

     "You just got canceled on?" Changbin asked

     "I wish. They just straight up told me not to come." (Y/n) answered

     “Gross. You should drop them." Seungmin suggested

     "Can I just come over and drink with you guys?"

     "I'll come to pick you up," Changbin announced

     "Thanks, Binnie."

     "You know I'm right. They've been singling you out for the past couple of months. You should drop them." Seungmin stated

     "Yeah. I don't know why though. I haven't done shit to them." (Y/n) sighed 

     "So you wanna drown you're dying friendship with alcohol?"

     "Honestly, I’d rather get drunk with you and Bin than them."

     "Why though?"

     "I just want to feel something."

     "There are other things to feel other than black-out drunk."

     "I'm not gonna get blackout. You both are gonna end up cutting me off.”

     “You tend to do stupid things when you’re drunk.”

     “And you never fail to remind me, Min.”

     “What are friends for.” (Y/n) could hear him smiling on the other end of the phone as she got a text from the other one that he was at her place.

     “I’ll see you in a bit, Min.” (Y/n) hung up on her friend and went to grab her shoes and house keys.

     She was a little grateful that her friends canceled before she got changed out of her house clothes. She shuffled her way down to Changbin's car and hopped in the passenger seat.

     “Ready?” he asked as he took the car out of park

     “Yes sir.”

     Changbin smiled at her as they took the short drive back to his and Seungmins' place while (Y/n) started out the window. He kept his playlist going so the drive wasn’t so silent.

     Soon the two got into the apartment and saw Seungmin sitting on the couch playing on his phone. (Y/n) kicked off her shoes before going and laying on top of him. Seungmin whined as she laid on him while Changbin laughed at his two friends.

     “Why are you like,” Seungmin questioned

     “Because you love me,” (Y/n) beamed as she got up and walked to their kitchen for a drink, not knowing she left a slightly blushing Seungmin on the couch.

     The three sat on the couch drinking and watching whatever looked interesting. Changbin ordered a pizza for the three of them so they weren't all drinking on an empty stomach. It was all going pretty well till (Y/n)'s phone went off.

     "Who is it?" Bin asked as she looked at the screen

     "Friends," (Y/n) replied

     "Ignore them," Seungmin stated, getting up from the couch and walking off down the hall, probably to use the bathroom.

     "Fuck off," (Y/n) sighed as she opened the message, only seeing them saying how much fun they were having at whatever random club they decided to go to.

     "Nope," Changbin grabbed her phone.

     "Bin!" (Y/n) said as they lunged toward him to grab her phone, only for him to hold it further away.

     "No more talking to them for the rest of the night. They're just trying to make you mad."

     "I have every right to be mad at them!"

     "You can be mad at them tomorrow," Bin held her back from lunging further until she backed down, "Thank you."

     Bin set her phone down next to his on the armrest of the couch. A second later, she lunged across him to grab it. "Hey!” the male exclaimed as he grabbed her arm to stop them.

     The two went back and forth for the phone till Changbin got her pinned down on the couch, straddling her as one hand held her wrists together above her head.

     “No talking to them,” Bin scolded her

     “Fine,” (Y/n) agreed and her friend got off her, helping her sit up.

     “Come here.” Changbin pulled her to his side and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him and accepted the comfort

     “I leave for five minutes and you guys are cuddling?” Seungmin asked as he jumped back onto the couch

     “Bite me,” (Y/n) told him as he laid his head on her lap

     “Okay,” he smiled and slightly turned his head and bit her thigh

     “Owe! Min what the fuck!” (Y/n) yelled

     “You said to bite you, so I did.” he was so proud of himself for that, “Should I kiss it better?”

     Before she could even answer, he kissed the spot he had bit. (Y/n) squirmed slightly at the contact. Both her friends noticed it.

     “Hey Bin, (Y/n) said earlier they wanted the feel something.”

     “Really?” (Y/n) blushed heavily under both their gazes. Changbin noticed the tips of her ears turning red and leaned towards her and kissed one, letting the kiss trail to her jaw. “What do you wanna feel baby?”

     “Don’t know…” (Y/n) squeaked as Changbin pulled her up onto his lap whilst he turned their bodies so they were facing Seungmin.

     “You want me and Minnie to make you feel good? Make you forget about your other friends?” Changbin growled in her ear as his hands gripped her sides while Seungmin pushed his body between their legs and looked up at his two friends.

     (Y/n) nodded her head to the questions. “Words pup,” Seungmin stated

     “Yes,” (Y/n) meekly replied

     “Louder.” the man in her lap stated

     “Yes,” (Y/n) replied louder.

     “Don’t tease her too much,” Bin warned the younger one as his hands pushed up her shirt.

     “But it's so fun,” Seungmin smiled as he kissed the exposed skin above the waistband of her pants. Changbin pressed kisses along her neck as his hands slipped under her shirt, sliding his hands up till he found their breasts, needing them in his hands, “Didn’t wear a bra for us, baby?”

     (Y/n) nodded in response as Seungmin pulled her pants down enough to expose her thighs. His lips attached to her skin as he finished pulling the fabric off her legs. The contact from his lips made her squirm a bit more on Changbin’s lap. The man behind them groaned as she shifted, teeth slightly grazing her neck. 

     (Y/n) could feel Changbin’s cock getting harder the more she moved on his lap due to Seungmin’s teasing kisses on their thighs and his ghost kisses over their clothed core. Changbin grabbed her hips and kept her from moving too much. “Can’t keep still pup?” Seungmin teased

     “Think she needs a little more Minnie,” Changbin added

     “Yeah? Poor thing.” Seungmin replied with a smirk. He had noticed the wet spot forming on her panties. Changbin turned her upper body slightly more towards him then removed one hand from her hips to turn her head towards him and place his lips on her. Both moaned a little into the kiss and Changbin slipped his tongue into her mouth. Seungmin watched from below as his two friends made out, grinding his own growing hard-on into their couch cushions.

     He slipped his fingers inside the side of her wet panties pulled them down her legs and let them join her pants somewhere on the floor. Changbin moved his hands down to grab her thighs and spread her legs for his friend. Seungmin smiled and pressed a kiss onto her clit. (Y/n) rolled her hips slightly at the contact and moaned into the kiss she was sharing with the other. His tongue licked a long strip along her folds while Changbin kept her lips busy. 

     “Fuck,” (Y/n) groaned against Changbins lips as she felt his tongue flick her clit.

     “Gonna watch Minnie eat that pretty pussy?” Changbin pulled away from the kiss and let go of one of her thighs, placing it over Seungmin’s shoulder, turning her head to make her watch him eat her out. 

     Seungmins lips wrapped around her clit and lightly sucked on the bud; every so often letting his tongue flick it while her head fell back. Changbin noticed her head falling back and moved his hand to wrap around her throat, not hard but enough to make her gasp. “Keep you’re head up baby.”

     (Y/n) involuntary clenched when he whispered in her ear with his hand wrapped around her throat. “Think she likes that Bin,” Seungmin commented as he pulled away from her clit for a second to comment.

     “You like when we get rough with you baby?”

     “Yes,” (Y/n) nodded

     Seungmins moved lower and pushed his tongue into her. (Y/n) arched away from Changbin’s chest only for him to pull her back and tighten his grip on her throat slightly. “You look so good with my hand around your neck,” Changbin whispered in her ear. His other hand had moved off her thigh and started making small circles around her clit. 

     All the stimulation she was getting made it impossible for her not to come. Her lower body shook as she released into Seungmin’s mouth. The hand around her throat kept her from moaning too loud so the two boys wouldn't get any noise complaints from their neighbors. Changbin removed his hand from her neck and kissed her temple while both his hands came up and rubbed her sides while Seungmin drank up her release.

     (Y/n) slowly caught her breath as they coaxed her through her first orgasm. Seugnmin pulled his face away from her cunt and pushed her shirt up over her breasts as he kissed all along her stomach, leaving a couple of love bits.

     “How are you feeling now baby?” Changbin asked 

     “Good,” (Y/n) replied, still trying to get air back in her lungs.

     The three heard a knock at the door, and only (Y/n) froze while the two men continued. “Stretch her out for me, Min,” Changbin said before he moved her off his lap and laid her back on the couch.

     “You’re gonna need to be quiet pup. Unless you want that poor delivery guy to know you’re getting fucked good by your best friends,” Seungmin whispered stated as Changbin walked around the corner. Two of Seungmin’s long fingers slid between her folds collecting her slick before he pushed both digits into her. (Y/n) bit her lip as she listened to Changbin greet the pizza delivery guy.

     Seungmin didn’t make it easy for her to stay quiet. His fingers scissored her open as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. She was already sensitive from the orgasm he and Changbin had given her moments ago and his fingers didn’t make it any better. She desperately wanted to scream but couldn’t. Rather she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. 

     Seungmin’s tongue flicked against her nipple before he lightly pulled on it with his teeth before releasing it and looking up at her. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her trying to keep quiet. He heard the front door close and caught a glimpse of Changbin walking toward the kitchen with the pizza. (Y/n) was too caught up in pleasure to hear the door close while her legs tried to close around his body. 

     He used his free hand to grab her hands and pin them down on the armrest of the couch as he inserted a third finger into her. “Fuck Min,”(Y/n) moaned a little too loud. Not that it mattered but she didn't need to know that. 

     “What I say about being quiet, pup.” It wasn't a question honestly. He just wanted a reason to tease her. He stopped his motion of pumping into her. 

     “‘M sorry Minnie,” (Y/n) whined as she rolled her hips against his hand

     “Are you?” he asked slowly sliding his fingers out

     “I’m sorry Minnie. I’ll be quiet,” (Y/n) frantically replied 

     “Is Minnie being mean to you?” Changbin asked as he came back over to the couch, standing to the side of her

     (Y/n) nodded as she looked at the other male. Seungmin quickly pushed his fingers back into her while she was distracted by Changbin. Both smiled at her while her mouth hung open from the sudden motion. Changbin took the chance to pull his hard cock out of his sweats and pumped himself a few times.

     “Tongue out baby,” Changbin stated. 

     (Y/n) stuck her tongue out for him as he placed the tip of his dick out it, rubbing the precum on the muscle before he pushed into her mouth. His hand went under her head, holding her up a bit as he slowly fucked her face. 

     “Get it nice and wet for yourself baby,” Changbin groaned while her tongue ran along the underside of his cock. 

     (Y/n) moaned as Seungmin fingered her faster which made Changbin pick up his pace. She clenched around the younger one's fingers before he pulled them out. (Y/n) groaned at the loss of his fingers before Changbin pulled himself from her mouth. Neither man said anything as they pulled her off her back. 

     Changbin got behind her as he discarded his clothing while Seungmin sat back against the other arm of the sofa and discarded the shirt he had pushed over her chest earlier before pulling her in for a kiss, one hand holding the nape of her neck. (Y/n) moaned into the kiss as she placed her hands next to his body, effectively putting her on all fours. She felt Changbin grab her hips and pull her back a bit. The tip of his dick slid between her folds a couple of times before he slowly pushed into her.

     “Oh fuck,” (Y/n) gasped against her friends’ lips. 

     “Binnie’s dick feel good in you?” Seungmin questioned as he pulled away from their kiss

     “Feel so good,” (Y/n) replied as Changbin started roughly thrusting into her from behind, her ass bouncing off his hips.

     “Poor pups already starting to get cock drunk,” Seungmin practically laughed. The three of them had just started drinking so alcohol wasn’t playing such a big role in what was happening, more just relaxed them all a bit.

     Changbin smiled to himself as he picked up his thrusting pace, moving his hands to grip her waist. (Y/n) dropped her head as Changbin’s bruising grip pulled her back to him. Seungmin took the chance to remove his bottoms and let his hard-on out. (Y/n) bent down to take him into her mouth while giving Changbin a new angle to hit deeper in her.

     Seungmin threw his head back as she ran her tongue along his cock head, one hand pumping his shaft before sliding him down her throat. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t ya?” the question was rhetorical but (Y/n) still hummed around Seungmin’s dick in response while also clenching at his praise.

     Both men groaned at the two different feelings. Changbin snuck and hand around her body and played with her clit again. Her moans would’ve been louder if it weren’t for the cock shoved down her throat. She bobbed her on Seungmin’s as she brought her other hand between his legs to play with his balls, making him whimper at the feeling.

      Her head bobbing got sloppy the more Changbin toyed with her clit making Seungmin grab the back of her head and start fucking up into her mouth. Her legs were starting to shake again as she clenched around the cock inside her, hips slightly bucking against his fingers before she came on his cock. Changbins hand left her clit and joined his other on her waist as he and Seungmin chased their highs. 

      Seungmin let his load go in her mouth and pushed her head all the way down as his cum shot into her. Changbin gave himself a few more thrusts in her before pulling out and jacking off till his cum shot out onto her lower back. (Y/n) pulled herself on Seungmin’s cock and swallowed his cum.

     Changbin got up from the couch and walked off to go grab stuff to clean while Seungmin pulled his friend— if they could even still call themselves that after what had just happened— into a softer kiss as he rubbed her sides. (Y/n) sighed in contentment before he pulled away.

     “See, better things to feel than black-out drunk,” he smiled

     “Yeah. Who knew a threesome with my two attractive best friends is what I needed,” (Y/n) smiled back as Changbin came back and cleaned his cum off her back before kissing her shoulder.

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[fbfh]

thalia + bff reader

wc: ~750

pairing: thalia grace + fem (they/them) bff reader

requested: fuck yeah!!! <3

warnings: affectionate bullying of jason, one jason x brick mention, one sex joke, general crackheadery

a/n: thalia is the blueprint for cool punk friend <3

If you are Thalia Grace's best friend

Which you are

Congratulations!! You officially have the coolest best friend ever

Helping her dye her hair has been a longstanding tradition between you

Usually accompanied with trashy reality tv

The amount of times you've helped her dye the back of her head while she does the front and the Steve Wilkos show plays in the background is more than either of you could count

Honestly I'm almost getting Max and Chloe from life is strange vibes

Also

Being bffs with Thalia means you officially have scary dog privileges

Anytime someone tries to talk to you in public when you don't want them to

Thalia sends them the most intimidating look ever

Suddenly they remember they had to pick up some dry cleaning ttyl! 🏃

So yeah she's the best

You have vicarious bullying rights over Jason now too

Sometimes you'll just pass by him and be like hey Thalia asked me to tell you that she's going to be late

Jason: okay thank-

Also that you're a fuckin nerd

Jason:... you.

Piper can't help but giggle

Also messing with Percy together is one of your many favorite pastimes

At one point

You're not really sure how it came up

But the question of if Percy or Jason would be a better hypothetical boyfriend had come up

They asked you to be the tie breaker

Percy: who would be a better boyfriend, me or Jason?

"…"

Percy: like if you had to choose

You share an icked out look with Thalia

You finally answer

"If I had to choose? Probably the brick that hit Jason in the head that one time."

Thalia BUSTS out laughing and Jason gives you an incredulous look, suppressing a laugh of his own

Jason: you are NEVER going to let me live that down are you

You and Thalia at the same time: nope <3

Literally Thalia is the most fun to be around

She's like the best friend that you could possibly have

And if anyone asked her she’d say the exact same thing about you

Literally you have so many inside jokes you can't keep track

Everything reminds you of something funny

Even the most innocuous thing

Someone will be like hey do you want to spar after lunch and you just bust out laughing

You pull it together and agree

As you walk off one of you is like "it's better than sparring after linner" and you start laughing again

Your texts are SO embarrassing to open in public

Like you'll be sending the weirdest memes and reaction pics

You get a text from her and it's just an attached image

You know immediately you can’t open that until you’re somewhere more private

When you finally open it, lo and behold it’s a motivational poster that says “pick yourself up by the boot straps <3”

With a picture of doc martins with dildos on them

Boot

Strap

You bust out laughing

Def the type to have regular sleepovers too

Like yall just get so bored without each other

A lot of these sleepovers lead to impulsive hair dying

Midnight snack runs

Laying on the ground staring at the ceiling talking about whatever bizarre deep random shit crosses your minds

You know that garfield comic about sitting here and thinking deep thoughts

This one

You quote that on a regular basis

Oh and this girl is sO ready to throw hands on your behalf

Ik I mentioned this earlier

But for real

Yall are each others ride or die

And honestly she’s an amazing bff!!!!!

You guys talk about everything

Once she asked if you’d still love her if she were a worm

You’re like I loved you when you were a tree so yeah

Worm is a huge step up

She’s like yeah

Yeah worm is a huge step up

At one point you made matching friendship bracelets

Hers has little punk spikes on it to match her other bracelets aww! <3

And tbh post camp thalia is giving platonic life partner vibes

You’ll probably get an apartment together and start your young adult coming of age sitcom together

One of you will get a job at a bar and make some wacky friends

You’ll have to deal with your annoying neighbors

You and Thalia, taking on the big city!

Hilarious anecdotes ensue

I’d watch the shit out of that tbh

[superdcchick]

Just what you needed

A/N: Okay so I wrote this about Henry but I thought it might fit with some of his other characters. So who do you think would fit?

word count: 1,110

Warnings: Mental health. scars, self-harm scars, fluffy and sweet

Henry x female reader

The last few days have been rough, or maybe it's been a few weeks? You hated your depressive episodes but all you could do was ride it out. It was late. you spent most of your days laying on the couch, time just passing by but it felt like a crawl. Not answering any calls or texts. Everything is just too much.

There was a knock on your apartment door. But you don't move, they will go away in a few seconds. There was another knock at the door, louder this time. "Y/n? You there?"

"Go away"

"Nope, let me in, I'm gonna stay shouting out here till you let me in!"

You got up to open the door. Opening it slowly "I don't want any visitors Henry"

"Well too bad I'm here now," He says and pushes by you.

"I brought you some food, grab some plates"

"I'm not hungry"

"I didn't ask if you were hungry. Grab some plates."

You rolled your eyes and headed to the kitchen grabbing two plates, forks, and some alcohol. Leaving everything down on the coffee table he gives you a look. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"No, why?"

"Is alcohol a good idea?"

"I'll just have one"

"At least eat a bit first before you start drinking"

"Okay"

He brought you all your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed.

He let you choose whatever movie you wanted while you both ate. The food was so good, you hummed every time you ate something different. You loved the food. You couldn't remember the last time you ate something. When the movie was over and the food was eaten, Henry turned the tv down a little and turned to you.

"So, what's been going on?"

"You don't wanna know Henry. I'll be alright soon. It just needs to run its course"

"What has to run its course?"

"My head, my thoughts," You said as you played with your beer bottle.

Taking the bottle from you he leaves it down on the coffee table. "I don't think drinking is a good idea then"

"You're probably right, alcohol usually makes my mood drop more"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I don't wanna ruin your night." He takes your hand.

"Y/n, you know you can talk about anything. I don't like seeing you down. Now I'm here, here for you"

You started to talk about your mental health and how you just feel numb every few weeks. He sat there and listened to every word you said. You felt so good having someone to listen, finally being heard. You started to smile and when you realized he was smiling back you got embarrassed. Covering your face with your hand and throwing it up on the back of the couch.

"Y/n? what's that on your arm?"

You didn't notice that your scars were showing. "Oh um" Shit, you cover it. He takes your hand again and looks you in the eyes. "This is a safe space okay? You're safe with me. Now you don't have to tell me but, have you hurt yourself?"

"No, they are old, very old. I'm sorry you've seen them"

"Shh, no need to be sorry okay" He scoots over

"Can I ask how long it's been?"

Grabbing your phone you open an app.

"It's been exactly one year, eight months, 29 days, 22 hours, 54 minutes, and 59 seconds since the last time"

"I'm so fucking proud of you y/n, so proud"

"Thanks but,"

"No, you're doing amazing"

He leans in to hug you. He hugged you so tight and held you.

"Okay, um, I think I'm gonna take a shower. You can leave that stuff there and I'll clean it up later"

He nods as you leave to shower.

You did feel better, talking does help. You smiled thinking about Henry saying how proud he was of you. You left the bathroom in your robe to head to your bedroom to get into your pajamas. You heard noises in the kitchen. You looked around and Henry was washing the plates and stuff from the coffee table.

"Henry! There was no need to do that!"

"It's no bother, go get dressed and we can watch another movie"

"Henry, I'm sure you have better things to be doing"

"Nothing comes to mind," He says with a huge smile on his face.

"Okay, you pick the movie this time since I have the choice last time."

Leaving the kitchen you go to your room to get dressed. When you come back out, you take your seat beside him on the couch."Thank you"

"You're welcome" He smiles. You lean in to give him a hug, his arms wrapped around you, feeling safe. You feel his hand on the back of your head "Anytime you need anything. Anything at all just call me. We don't even have to talk but please don't be alone" "Okay Henry" you whisper and smile.

You settle down to watch the movie. About halfway through you were sleepy and unable to keep your eyes open. Henry turns the volume down a little and you drift off to sleep leaning your head on his shoulder. A little while later, you're fast asleep. Henry moves slowly off the couch and stands. He gently picks you up off the couch and brings you to your bed. Laying you down and gently pulling the cover over you. He looks at you for a moment, brushing back some hair off your face. He quietly leaves the room and leaves the door open a little.

A few hours later you wake up. Confused as to how you got to your bed. When you leave your room you see feet hanging over the edge of your couch. Looking over the back of the couch, you see Henry asleep with headphones in. Shaking him gently his eyes open and he shoots up. "Are you okay? What do you need?"

"Henry stop. I don't need anything. Why are you still here?"

"Well, you fell asleep so I carried you to your bed cause I didn't want to leave you on the couch and I stayed in case you needed anything and I put headphones on so that I wouldn't wake you listening to music or podcasts"

"Henry, you're too sweet" You kissed him on the cheek.

"Come on, get dressed and we will get some breakfast"

"Okay, I'll be ready in 10"

"Take your time and it's my treat"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I've learned not to argue with you Henry" You both laugh.

"Good! Now get going!"

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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[a-sleepy-dissapointment]

The Set Up ~Carl Gallagher

This is a Carl x Male Reader

Prompts

#12 " No, no nooope. I won't do it. Nope."

You thought that they were joking. There was no way that Carl, the boy who spends his summers trying to get girls to hook up with him, was into you too.

"Seriously dude, Carl likes you. Just ask him out already." Ian says from his spot on the couch.

"We're tired of you to pinning after each, too chicken shit to ask each other out." Lip buts in as he stands up and heads to the kitchen.

"Hey! I'm not chicken shit. I just don't want to confess and have him laugh in my face." You say as a pout covers your face. Ian chuckles at your expression.

"He's not gonna laugh at you just ask him out." Lip said, sitting back down with a beer.

"No, nooope. I won't do it. Nope." You say acting like a child. Both Ian and Lip laugh at your attitude, lip taking a swig of his beer, Ian simply looking at you.

"Whatever suffer in emotional distress then." Lip says between laughs and sips. Ian goes back to watching his show, and you're left sitting with your feelings.

~Time Skip by friends who make fun of your crushes~

You and Ian were passing a joint, laying against the headboard, talking about everything, and anything. "So," Ian starts, "If I know a guy who is attracted to guys and is available, would you want me to set you guys up?"

You let a small laugh at his question, partly because the weed, and partly because it would end up as a blind date. "Sure, it's probably time I get over Carl. He's not crazy right?"

Ian lets out a loud laugh. "God no, you'll love him." Passing the joint

"I better or I'll make your life hell for a good week or two." Laughing, you pictured all the possible guys he could set you with.

Meanwhile, Lip and Carl were having a similar talk. "Yo, Carl you got a date this Saturday."

"What the fuck you mean I didn't ask nobody out." Carl looked at Lip like he was crazy.

"Yup, I got you a date. Saturday at 3. Meet them at Pasty's,”

You were standing in front of your closet, slowly dying inside, because you couldn't find anything to wear. In your whole life you basically only wore three different outfits, and since you've been putting off doing laundry to watch tv, those outfits we're dirty. You groan, flopping on the bed giving up thinking of different excuses to give Ian as to why you couldn't make it to Pasty's, yet none of them would work.

You sigh get up and decided to just close your eyes and pick out an outfit. Surprisingly it was cute on you. You hear a ding coming from your bed, as you check your phone Ian texted you that you're late. As you run to the door you slip on your shoes and leave.

Once you see you're at Pasty's you double over and begin to take deep breaths. "Damn I need to get in shape." You mutter under your breath.

 As you walk into Pasty's you notice somethings up, the place is empty except one booth and a few of the girls and a cook. Assuming the guy in the booth was who Ian was setting you up with, you walk toward him. Once you reach the table you knew you were going to kill Ian.

"Carl?"

"(Y/N)?"

You were gonna kill Ian. "Carl, what are you doing here?"

"Lip told me to met up with someone for a date," Carl was looking around and noticed we were the only ones here. "now I'm assuming that Lip set us up, seeing as no one else is here?"

"Ian told me he found a guy that is perfect for me, and Lip found you a date?" This is it I'm gonna kill them, they did this on purpose, "Do you think it's a coincidence that the they both got us a date on the same day and time?"

"I think they did it on purpose, I'm gonna kill them." Carl was looking anywhere else other than me.

"Why are you gonna kill them? Like, I'm not judging because I want to kill them too, but what did they do to you?" I finally sit down in the booth across from him.

"I'm gonna kill them because I was talking to them the other day and now they went ahead and set this up without talking to me about it."

Just as I was about to respond Sierra came over to take our order, "What can I get for you two?"

"I'll take a Oreo milkshake and a plate of fries. What do you want Carl?"

"I want a slice of apple pie and an vanilla milkshake."

"Okay, I'll go put your order in." Sierra began to walk away, and we were left alone again.

"So you were saying something about killing Ian and Lip?" I remind Carl.

"Oh yeah, they did this on purpose because I was talking about how cute you were to them the other day." He looked down, dodging eye contact

"WH-at!" I coughed then wheezed, trying to regain composure. "What? Wait, did you just call me cute? " I squeeze out after choking on my spit.

He looked up, contemplating his answer. "Well not directly to you, but you are cute. I was talking to them and they said you liked me, but we both know that's not true."

"You just called me cute. Why-I-What's going on." I think my chest is about to explode. "But I mean, what if I did like you?"

"What? You like me? Really? This is a joke right. Pretend to like the boy from South Side for a bet." Carl looked at me with the saddest, upset face I've ever seen on him.

"What no, it's not a joke." I looked into his eyes and saw unease. I grabbed his hand to reassure him, "I promise I really like you. Ian and Lip kept complaining that I wouldn't ask you out, in my defence,  I never thought you would never like me back so I agreed to go on this blind date."

"Wait, this isn't a joke? You actually like me?" Carl looked really confused with a little hope shining in his eyes.

Sierra had brought out our food. "Here you two go, enjoy kids."

I grabbed my fries and dipped them into my shake. "So, I told you I liked you, but you never said if you liked me." I deadpanned.

Carl choked on his pie, "I said you were cute, that doesn't count?"

"Nooo, that doesn't count." I tell him as I try to dramatically eat a fry.

"I thought it was obvious but yeah...I like you." He said in a condescending manor, like I had asked him the most obvious question.

"Oh." I had to look anywhere but at him because of the large blush covering my face at his words.

"So, are we dating now?"

I spit out my mouth full of shake on the table. "Um? Yeah?" I said questionably, in between coughs.

"Dammit! I drank all my milkshake." Carl overdramatically 'yelled.'

"Do you wanna share the rest of mine?" I ask as I slide my shake to the middle of the table.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

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requested kiss challenge: spin the bottle kiss

pairing: johnny x reader | words: 1.5k |rating: 💙

sum: best friends who flirt nonstop leads to no one in the house believing the two of you are strictly friends. a game of spin the bottle leaves Johnny in his feelings when he’s not the one you kiss.

Friday. Family Night. 9 p.m.

The message was written on the whiteboard, posted on the refrigerator door. After realizing everyone was free at the same time—for the first time in weeks—Charlie had put out the request demand.

Friday morning, she sent out a gentle reminder text to the group chat.

📲 : Have your asses home by 8:30.

The unspoken rule of never upsetting Charlie brought everyone home on time. Showers were taken, food acquired, and a bonfire lit by the time the sun had set.

Three pizzas and half a case of Corona deep, you all have put the stresses of the week behind you.

Charlie stands on a rock, her cell phone recording. Jakes hasn’t even bothered to turn around to watch the action unfold. He’s focused on finishing his slice of pizza, his head shaking as you catch his eye. The newest addition to the house, Mike, is watching with a mixture of horror and admiration. Briggs sends Paige a wink as she proudly watches her dare unfold.

The only one missing from the group is Johnny.

The latest victim of the bottle, Johnny has stopped a nearby group of women, passing on the beach, in their tracks. Stripped, he walks towards the waves. The latest additions to his audience bring a grin to his lips.

“All the way in, J-Man!” Briggs calls as Johnny comes to a stop at the shoreline.

Johnny doesn’t need words of encouragement. He runs directly into the water. The cheers he gets become muffled as Johnny disappears beneath the surface of the darkened waves. Upon his return to the group, Johnny manages a quick bow before reaching for his discarded pile of clothes.

Charlie swipes them, prompting the smile on Johnny’s face to stretch into a grin.

“Stop being shy,” Charlie giggles as Johnny's eyes briefly drift to the camera. “Own your dare--”

“Charlie!” Tossing Johnny a nearby towel, Jakes rolls his eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”

“Shut up, Jakes." Johnny allows Charlie one more view of his smile before he rolls his eyes. "You can’t say anything for someone who won’t even play with us.”

“I don’t have to,” Jakes smiles as he watches Johnny wrap the towel around his waist. Lifting the crust in his hand, he adds. “I supplied the food.”

Johnny kisses his teeth as he picks up his hoodie.

“Man, whatever. We’re supposed to be bonding with Mikey.”

“I don’t know how me seeing your ass is helping us bond, Johnny.”

“Awe,” Charlie giggles. The kiss she presses against his cheek causes Jakes to roll his eyes. “Don’t be jealous. It’s a great ass.”

“It is,” Paige teases as Johnny sends a wink her way.

Rubbing his palms together, Johnny takes his seat alongside Charlie before reaching forward. The empty beer bottle sits atop one of the pizza bottles, waiting to be spun. The rules are simple. You spin the bottle. You get to ask a simple question once the bottle stops spinning: truth or dare?

“Ya’ll ready?” Johnny’s eyes briefly pass over the circle before giving the bottle a spin.

You all watch as it spins, the bottle a blur, making it impossible to guess who its next victim will be. As the bottle begins to slow, it teeters towards Paige, who sits on your right, before rolling to a stop on you.

A smile finds Johnny’s lips as you pass Paige your drink.

“Alright, baby girl, what'll it be? Truth or dare?”

Despite the length of the game, this is your first time being asked the question. Everyone watches as you silently consider Johnny's question.

According to Mike, truth is the safest route to go. There aren’t many secrets left amongst you and your housemates. You beg to differ. There is one secret you would prefer to stay hidden. With that being the case, you only have one option.

“Alright, JT, dare,” the mischievous glint in Johnny’s eyes causes you to shake your head. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”

Johnny knows the rules. No dares can be repeated.

“Since skinny dipping is out,” Johnny’s gaze remains on you while his voice trails off. To no surprise, he leaves a dramatic pause. His hand strokes his chin as he considers the possibilities. “I dare you to...kiss your favorite person here.”

“Oh my goodness, Johnny!” Paige groans.

“What?” The wide, innocent brown eyes Johnny sends her way prompts Paige to toss her napkin towards him. “It could be anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“My favorite person?” You ask.

“Yep,” Johnny nods, watching as your eyes slowly scan the smiling faces of your friends.

“And I can kiss them anywhere I want?”

Johnny’s brow raises as he considers your question. He opens his mouth to speak, but Paige quickly drowns him out.

“Nope, you can’t add anything else, Johnny.”

Your eyes linger on Briggs. His gaze is playful as his bottle stops just short of his lips.

“Take it easy on me, sweetheart,” he grins. The widening of Johnny’s eyes causing him to add. “I’m down to give you free rein. Kiss me wherever you like.”

“Sorry, Pauly.” A smile finds your lips as you push yourself up. “I might have to catch you next time.”

Paul’s hand finds his heart, his eyes briefly closing as he sighs, “damn.”

You dust the sand off your shorts before stepping over the pizza box. There are only two people sitting before you. Despite the dare being his request, Johnny cannot suppress the butterflies that awaken as your gaze briefly studies him.

The smile on your lips grows as your gaze shifts to Charlie.

The rare sound of laughter drifts from Jakes as you settle on your knees before a smiling Charlie.

“Where do you want it, Miss. DeMarco?”

Charlie’s brow arches as her eyes drop to your lips. “Surprise me.”

You both share a soft smile as you take her face in your hands. The kiss you leave against her lips does not last longer than ten seconds, but it is enough to leave Johnny wide-eyed.

After a few more rounds, everyone decides to call it a night. A few hours of sleep will be needed for work tomorrow. You’re in the kitchen, seated on the island, preparing to bite into the last slice of pizza when Johnny swipes it.

“Hey! What the hell?”

Johnny ignores your widened gaze. He pauses, taking the largest bite he can before picking up the discarded beer bottle alongside you. Adding it to the trash bag in his hand, Johnny continues his execution of trash duty.

“Johnny, I was going to eat that?”

You shift, trying your best to catch sight of him as he rounds the island.

“I’m on kitchen duty,” his words come out muffled through a mouthful of pepperoni. “Whoever cleans up gets the last slice.”

Your nose scrunches. “Since when?”

Your question is met with the clanking of bottles as Johnny drops two more into the black trash bag.

“Since now.” Johnny takes a second bite before tying off the bag. “If I were your favorite person, I would’ve shared. But I'm not so...”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Johnny sits the bag by the back door before coming to a stop alongside you.

You watch as he takes his time finishing the slice of pizza. As he reaches the crust, Johnny glances up to find your arms crossed over your chest. The pout on your lips brings a grin to his.

“Want the last bite?” He offers the crust, narrowly avoiding the shove you send his way.

You shake your head, draining the last of your beer. Johnny silently nibbles on the crust in his hand, his mind trying the best way to ask the question.

You know it’s coming before your empty bottle can touch the countertop.

“I’m not jealous—so don’t take it that way,” Johnny starts as he pushes himself off his elbows.

“I don’t know why I would.”

“But I thought we were best friends—”

“Charlie’s my best friend too.”

The sweet smile on your lips causes Johnny’s eyes to narrow. “But who’s your best friend?”

“Johnny—” The giggle you release does little to ease his expression.

"What? I'm being serious."

"Yeah? So am I."

His expectant gaze remains as it dawns on you that Johnny is awaiting an answer to his question.

“I mean, say an OP went wrong, and you had to save one of us—”

“I would save both of you.”

The matter-of-fact tone in your voice causes Johnny to pause. He shakes his head.

“In this situation, you can’t—”

“In a hypothetical situation, I can’t do whatever I want?”

“No.”

“Fine, I’d save Charlie.” You respond. Johnny’s mouth falls open in disbelief. “She’s a way better shooter than me. I would need her to cover me. Then both of us could save you together.”

Johnny’s gaze drops to the empty bottle sitting on the counter. “That’s messed up.”

You tip the bottle forward as you take in the pout settling on his features. You point it towards him. Laying the bottle on the counter, you watch Johnny study it.

The corner of his lips turns up in a soft smile as you place a kiss against his cheek. You leave a second one for good measure.

“So, I am your favorite?” Johnny grins as you meet his gaze.

Your lips briefly meet his, the action leaving Johnny wide-eyed as you hop off the counter.

“Don’t tell Charlie,” you giggle as you head up the stairs.

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[levisgirll]

oki it me again uWu back with another request because I really enjoyed the first one!!!💗💗 couldn't find the exact words to phrase this but what about aomine (from Kuroko no basuke) as your boyfriend in university. I look forward to what you will write!!

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

text: hello again!! thank you so much for reading my posts and the fact that you like them makes me happy c: 💗💗 I'm glad you enjoyed the other request so, I hope you enjoy this! (also, aomine is my second fav in knb ^^ he's just so attractive oml-)

synopsis: aomine daki, the great basketballer player at your university is your boyfriend! how is it like to have aomine as your boyfriend though? and how does he act with you? (get ready for this-)

Once Aomine is your boyfriend, get ready cause this guy will show off and flex a lot when it comes to you. Whenever you stay and watch his practices, he flexes a lot with his back muscle and he would turn around if YOU saw that. You are just sitting there, all blushed while covering your face, "Oh god, this idiot..."

Sometimes, the basketball club would invite student for 'Learning the basics of Basketball' and the first person he wants to invite is, of course, his girlfriend. While he is waiting for her, he would just sit in the bench and lots of people go to him for help, but he would ignore everyone and say he is tired and to leave him alone. But once he sees you, y/n, entering he is all energetic and comes running to you. "Aomine, let me change wait" , "But darling, I was waiting for like 10 minutes...you have to make up for that."

Once everyone leaves and its just you two, he gets all hyped up cause he loves it when you are alone with him. He gets extra clingy towards you and keeps on hugging you and you can feel his tensed muscular body. "Sweetheart, you looked amazing today."

Okay but this guy, would fuck up and beat any guy that even showed any sort of disrespect. He is not standing there with a glare or bumping into them if someone laughs, or says something mean to you. He will go up to that person and hold them up while saying "Okay, you started this. Come here."  You have to stop him before he gets physical towards them, "Aomine! Stop!! They just said to me to move". "Yea, 'Move you', what the fuck is that? Asshole, learn some manners! Do you know who you even spoke to!"

This guy is smart, so he knows all your university spots, so don't be surprised if you see him out of nowhere. "Hey its that guy! He is always following you!" Kagami would yell out, "Fuck, you have some stalker Y/N" Kagami would say while glaring at him, he was your university best friend. "That's my b-boyfriend."

Your man will also buy you a lot of snacks, and if you say you skipped breakfast. He is dragging you to the university café and will force you to eat after he buys you food.

Oh my god, your boyfriend loves to tease you A LOT. Like there wont be a day he wont tease you. If you somehow changed up your hairstyle, he will make a huge scene. "No WAY! Sweetheart, you look so good! Wow, that's my GIRL! You all heard that??!"

Aomine makes you laugh like crazy, and there also wont be a day he wont make you laugh. He just loves it whenever he hears your beautiful laugh and small giggles, he founds it so cute and you really warm his heart whenever he hears that.

He will never forgive himself if he ever made you upset or cry. Aomine will probably think about it the whole day and he will keep spamming you "I'm sorry" multiple times. If you don't reply back, he would come to your lecture hall and he is gonna make a scene. "Y/N I SAID IM SORRY!"

You definitely boost his ego, like crazy. Whenever he feels low before a match he would call you and he just wants to hear his girlfriends voice motivating him. "Aomine, don't worry you got this! Besides, didn't you tell me the only one who can beat you...is you?" "Fuck, you are right. Darling, I'm gonna win this and I'll come and hug u after this match. Wait for 20 minutes" And he actually does it.

This guy sticks with his words, so if you tell him meet up at 2 pm. He is there at 2pm waiting for you. If he says he will do literally anything for you, he fucking will.

Once he got, really upset and emotional and he said to you during a call at midnight. "Y/N, Dont leave me like how everyone does.". You then recalled about him telling you about this past and how his old teammates left him, so you would say "I wont, I'm your girlfriend aren't I?" And he is up on his bed all hyped hearing that, "Can I see you now!" "Aomine it's 2am and I have a quiz tomorrow bye, shutting my phone love you!" But this guy wont leave you and spam you in EVERY social media. "Nice try, but I know you have discord on your laptop. Wait, I see you online I'm calling you now."

One time, he came to your huge lecture hall and he sat right next to you, and he would just turn and look at you, focusing on what you are doing, and play around with your stuff and hair. "Aomine, I am trying to focus!" You say all blushed and can't even write anything on your notebook. "Of course, cause you are focusing on me right? Sweetheart, I know, I know I am great." Now you wanna smack him.

Whenever he sees you, he gives you that hot smirk of his and it gives you butterflies. "Ha! Wow literally everything I do, you love it don't you?" . Y/N then turns to him and gives a small chuckle, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Aomine." He then goes near you and lays his arm on your shoulder, bring you closer and he would whisper to your ear "Why not? your my girl so, I want to impress you."

You both love it whenever you guys hold hands around university, this guy is really tall so you always feel so relaxed and also great when your boyfriend squeezes your hand, and walks you to your lecture. "Okay now try to focus on your lecture and not your mind all about me alright?"

He actually loves it when you cheer for him and that really boost not only his ego but rather his self-confidence. "Y/N! I'm gonna win this match for you!" He would yell out during the match and everyone is looking at you.

He would go for academic help for you sometimes and you guys meet up in the library to study. You are the reason he passed some subjects, don't get me wrong, he is intelligent but super lazy.

His wallpaper is a selfie of you both and he looks at that before every match. He sometimes pecks his phone when he finds a picture of you.

Speaking about his phone, this guy has a folder with just you, all your pictures, screenshots of chats, even screen records of your voice notes and videos. He just loves you dearly, and he gets so fucking mad if someone touches or even goes near that gallery. He protects that with all his life, your pictures are important and he is not the type of guy to show his friends your pictures, in fact he hates that! "My folder, my girl, and no one gets to see that. Go away."

Whenever he is bored or isn't doing nothing, he would open his phone, and check every social media app to see your online status. "Oh OH, I see you online darling! Answer me, wanna go out and get ice cream? Please say yes."

He is actually such a great motivator and brings your mood up whenever you feel like giving up during university. He won't allow that, like never. "What so you will just give up? Stop? After all this time, you let this one test fuck you up? Don't you dare let that bring you down, you idiot." He actually even inspires you.

Before you go for the whole day cause you had to work on your report he would say "Smile for me one last time?"

When he sees you from afar, he would yell out and say "That's my girl! Don't move, I'm coming for you!" And this guy jumps at you with his embraces and sometimes picks you up. "L-Love put me down!!"

He actually loves teasing you like that in public, he wants everyone to know that are are HIS girl and his only.

He messages you during his practices and even would skip practice to see you.

Y/N: Oh you don't have practice today?

Aomine: Nope! And besides, I am the captain so doesn't matter. (He is not the captain- its akashi but lies)

He says that and then goes on how he knows everything about basketball and the team and he keeps doing that till you can compliment him ‘Please Y/N say anything’ he would think and you know that but tease him back not saying anything.

*meanwhile in his basketball groupchat* 

Kise: aomine, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!

Akashi: Probably ran off to see his girl.

Atsushi: Whatever, my chance to leave and eat outside.

Kuroko: Can I join you?

Atsushi: No.

You would treat his injuries and he would just sit there, looking at you with a smirk.

Aomine: "Oh yea, here even hurts darling!"

Y/N: "Love....you are lying aren't you?"

Aomine: "What! No!...Maybe?" 

You let out a sigh "Ah, you are an idiot...stop hurting yourself all the time." He would suddenly lift your chin up and say "You know...that I love you yea? You also better tell me everything and if you need help, just say it" He can be really soft and sweet sometimes, but he gets all cringy and shy about it and he gets up rubbing the back of his head. "I-I mean that's what a boyfriend does right?! Come on, get up I'm taking you out."

Okay, I hope you enjoy this and anyone who did! Aomine is such a dork but a sweetheart and I can see most of this happening :,) 

If anyone enjoyed reading this, please then leave a like or a reblog! It means a lot and have a great day <3

[nyuksw]

Unexpected Date — Sangyeon

genre: angst, smut, fluff | warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, car sex, marking

“Nope, no way.” You quickly said before your friend could even finish his sentence, starting to walk again as fast as you could.

“Y/N please!” Jacob pleaded once again, rushing after you and stepping in front of you to stop you.

You rolled your eyes, “No Jacob I’m sorry, find someone else.” You gave him an apologetic smile and started to walk away leaving him behind.

“But I already told him and he agreed.” He said, making you stop on your tracks and spin around with wide eyes.

“You did what?!”

Jacob smiled sheepishly, starting to fidget with his fingers as a soft chuckle left his lips. “I told him a few days ago and he agreed to be your date for the event.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way he could’ve agreed to that.”

“He did! You know he still l-“

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m not doing this, not with him.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, throwing him a serious look.

“How do you plan to get another date if the event is tomorrow night?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you saying I can’t find a date?” You raised both of your eyebrows in surprise at him but he quickly shook his head.

“No, all I’m saying is tomorrow is friday. Most people already have plans, I doubt you would be able to find someone available.”

“Then I’m going without a date.” You shrugged but he only sighed and whined loudly.

“Y/N why are you so stubborn! You must get a date to be able to join the event. Just go with him, it won’t be the end of the world if you do.”

You were taken aback by his sudden loud voice, seeing the poor guy all frustrated in front of you. You sighed, unfolding your arms and waving your hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Really?! Thank you!” Jacob picked you up by the waist on his arms and spun you around.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just tell him to pick me up on time.” You said fixing your clothes once he placed you back down.

You glared at him one more time but broke into a smile seconds later upon seeing him happy. Shaking your head you turned around and continued walking until you made it into the elevator.

Jacob waved at you, “Oh I gave him your new number so he will contact you!” He yelled but just before you could complain and scold him again, the elevator doors closed.

You arrived back home, doing your daily night routine before getting into bed. You pushed the blankets to the side so you could get in when your phone suddenly buzzed. You took it and unlocked the phone only to find a message from an unknown number.

> Hello Y/N, it 's Sangyeon. I’m just texting you so you can save my number

> That is if you want to

> Jacob already sent me your address, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7

You rolled your eyes and threw the phone into the nightstand. How can he text you so easily and act all friendly as if nothing ever happened between you two. You inhaled deeply, getting comfortable on bed and extending your arm to turn off the light but just as you were doing it, the phone buzzed again. It was another message from him,

> Can’t wait to see you again, sleep well :)

You turned off your phone to avoid any other message waking you up. But even then you couldn’t really sleep just by thinking about seeing him again, you were nervous, not even sure why because you two broke up a long time ago. So why was he still the reason for you losing sleep?

Next day came and you started to get ready by 5pm, starting with your makeup and hair. Making sure to take your time without anyone rushing you, you haven’t decided yet what to wear, deciding to leave it at last knowing it would take you some time.

It was around 6 pm and you had already finished, only needing to pick a dress and you’ll be done, but before you could get to it you heard the doorbell ring, frowning you walked out of the bathroom and towards the front door to open it.

“Sangyeon.” You said, voice coming out as a whisper as you were surprised to see him. Of course you were expecting him but you weren’t expecting to meet this new muscular version of him.

“Like what you see?” He said tilting his head to the side with a smirk on his face.

You scoffed, the sudden happiness of seeing him again quickly disappearing, “Come in.” You simply said opening the door for him to walk in, “I need to change, take a seat. I won’t take too long so we can leave.” You glanced at him and turned around to walk towards your room.

But he didn’t stay in the living room, instead he followed you quietly into your room.

“I like the new place.” He said, surprised by his sudden presence you slightly jumped on the spot and turned around. “Why did you move?”

“The other place had so many memories and I wanted to forget everything, I wanted a new fresh start.” You simply said before disappearing into the bathroom again to get changed.

He looked at you, a flash of hurt across his eyes knowing exactly what you meant with that, you were talking about him. Sighing, he went to sit on your bed, patiently waiting for you to come out. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened again and you came out, eyes looking up from his phone only to be glued to your body. You decided to wear a black dress, matching his clothes since you two were on a date for the night, the dress wasn’t too tight but it hugged your curves perfectly.

“You are not going out wearing that.” He said, his face turning very serious as well as his voice.

“Excuse me? Since when do you give me orders?” You frowned.

“You are my date and I’m telling you, you are not wearing that. It’s too revealing, I don’t want every male’s eyes on y-“

“And what if it is? I look good on it and it’s appropriate for the event actually. So I’m going to dress like this whether you like it or not. I'm not asking for your permission and you are not my boyfriend anymore, so keep your opinions to yourself.” You snapped and grabbed your purse, storming out of the room.

The car ride was silent, you could tell he was angry by the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel, glaring at you every chance he got and eyes landing each time on your thighs, the dress slowly riding up. Not only was he already jealous that every guy out there was going to see your body looking so good in that dress, but because he still wanted you as much as he did when you were still dating. Not being able to touch you and kiss you again like he did back then, was harder than what he imagined when he agreed the moment Jacob asked him to be your date for this event.

You on the other hand also kept stealing glances at him. The way you could see his muscles even through the thick material of his dressing shirt, how he rolled up the sleeves with his forearms. The way he gripped the steering wheel, the veins on his arms became more clear every time he did. You started to feel some kind of tingling sensation between your legs and you closed your eyes quickly turning to look out the window, making sure to mentally scold yourself for getting turned on.

He noticed you were looking away and his eyes dropped to look at the way you suddenly pushed your legs together, smirking to himself and raising an eyebrow. He looked ahead of the road while moving his free hand to rest just above your knee. The sudden contact made you whip your head around to look at him but his eyes were glued ahead on the road. You didn’t move his hand away and instead looked ahead too, trying to focus on something else but failing when you felt his hand moving up towards your thigh and stopped there. Again, you turned around to look at him but he was simply driving, acting like nothing was happening. You inhaled deeply when you felt his hand massage the skin, almost squeezing your thigh.

“I told you the dress was too revealing, didn’t I? Just look at the way it rides up, barely covering you.” He clicked his tongue. His fingertips ghosting over the skin, leaving goosebumps as they moved further up until they felt the hem of your dress, tugging it slightly. “Looks so inviting.” He said moving his fingertips to caress your inner thigh, almost too close to your clothed core just to suddenly pull them back eyeing you “But I can’t do anything about it since we are not dating anymore.” smirking when you pressed your legs together again.

“Sangyeon...” you said, your voice coming out lower than expected, in a needy tone.

“What is it, Y/N?” He was faking a sweet concerned voice.

“Please touch me.” Your voice came out as a whine, but you didn’t care at the moment. You just wanted him to do something about it.

“Right now? But I’m driving.” He was playing hard to get and if it wasn’t because you were really horny at the moment you would’ve done something about it. But here you were, being at his mercy without him even doing something yet.

“Please, just use your free hand, your fingers… please.”

He licked his lips, swallowing hard. “Alright, open your legs for me.”

You did as he said and opened your legs, leaning back against the seat as his hand sneaked between your legs, pushing the panties to the side and groaning when he felt your wet pussy, running his fingers across your slit teasingly before pressing two digits against your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud, eyes still glued on the road as your moans filled his ears.

“You know what, this won’t do.” He said pulling his hand away from you, making you whimper at the sudden loss of contact.

He pulled up into a dark and empty alley between buildings, where people wouldn’t pass by or notice the activities happening inside the car. He removed his seat belt and climbed on top of you while pushing back the seat even further so that you two were laying down. He positioned himself between your legs, taking a moment to look at your exposed and wet pussy while biting his lip.

“You wore this to get my attention, didn’t you?” He said, moving his eyes to look at yours.

“Get over yourself, you’re not that important.” You rolled your eyes.

He clicked his tongue, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll stop and drive back to the party.” he slid his hand up your body to wrap around your neck firmly. “You wanted to get the attention of every male at the party, didn’t you?”

His other hand slid down his own body to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear until his dick sprung free against your inner thigh, making you buck your hips against him but he pressed you back down into the seat firmly.

“You’re still mine, no matter how hard you try to forget me and how many guys you sleep with, no one fucks you the way I do.” He said starting to grind on you, his cock rubbing against your folds making you clench around nothing. “See? Even your body knows it.”

He leaned down and kissed you roughly, he aligned the tip at your entrance and thrusted into you, making you moan against his lips. “Only I can make love to you.” He murmured against your lips.

His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting your spot each time. His mouth was busy trailing kisses all over your neck making sure to leave marks on you. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” His hand moved to cup your boobs and pulled down the dress and bra, immediately moving to kiss all over them and suck on your nipples, twirling the hard buds with his tongue. His head was buried in your chest, starting to move his hips faster.

He lifted his head and moved to kiss you again, “I missed this, I missed you.” You murmured against your lips. His hands took yours in his and pinning them above your head as he started to thrust harder. You wrapped your legs around him, pushing him even further against you with your feet. You were moaning softly, almost holding them back and he noticed. Sneaking a hand between your bodies until he found your clit, quickly stimulating it and moving his lips next to your ear.

“I know you can be louder than that.” He growled into your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and pulling it. “I want you to scream my name, I need to know that you also missed me as much as I did.”

“I-I’m close.” You said between moans, starting to clench around him and you closed your eyes. Nails digging on his back as you loudly moaned his name once you reached your orgasm. “Can I cum inside you?” He asked, head buried in your neck and you nodded. He thrusted a few more times, hips slowing down when you felt him twitch inside you, feeling warm from his cum coating your walls.

He collapsed on top of you, being careful not to hurt you, both of you laying there and catching your breath. He lifted his head to look at you, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek and pulling out. He extended an arm to the backseat and grabbed a box of tissues, helping you to clean the mess. Once you both fixed your clothes in silence, he returned to the driver's seat but didn’t start the car and instead looked down to his lap.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said. You didn’t know how to respond and before you could even think about it he spoke again, “Breaking up with you has been my biggest mistake.”

“Why did you do it? You left without giving me any explanation. Do you know how bad I felt every day just overthinking every single thing trying to tell what could’ve been the reason for you to break up with me.” You said with hurt evident in your voice but feeling like weight was lifted off from you now that you get to talk about it with him.

“I was dumb and immature back then and it wasn’t easy for me to commit in a relationship, I guess it was easier for me to leave before I could hurt you.”

“But you did hurt me in the end.” You whispered.

“I know and I have regretted it every single day since then. I realized that commitment wasn’t the problem, because I was so sure and determined to be with you. But I was actually scared because I have never felt that way before, I loved you so much. I... I still do.”

You looked at him, he was avoiding eye contact at first but the moment he turned to look at you, you could see it in his eyes that he was telling the truth. All this time you thought he simply didn’t love you enough, and truth be told you still loved him too. You tried to forget about him by dating other people but no one ever made you feel the way he did.

“I still love you too, Sangyeon.” You whispered and you saw the way his eyes sparkled when he heard those words.

“You do?” He asked and you nodded, smiling at him.

“Would you like to start again with me?” His eyes glistened with hope.

“Yes.” You smiled softly at him.

He broke into a big grin and a cute giggle escaped his lips, leaning in towards you he cupped your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “This time I’ll do things right.” He whispered and with that he closed the gap between you two, kissing you softly yet pouring all his emotions into it.

You pulled away and he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, smiling to himself as he felt a wave of happiness wash over him.

“Now let’s go or we will arrive late!”

[goddamnshinyrock]

I’m going to dream of bleeds and crop marks and margins and fucking kerning tonight

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[sk1nny-b0n35]

The first diary entry starts about almost two months after we met. Messy but I wrote it, surprisingly coherently.

10/8/20

I spoke about my dad and she spoke about hers and we laughed till we cried about it. She felt guilty. Kind of. And I understood her, I told her not to since they deserve it but we both knew the other felt guilty about it, sort of. We didn’t know it at the time, we were laughing too much to know. It was nice. She asked me about my OCD with typing, I said I’d work on it, but nope, not gonna do it. She knows it too. And she kept saying “sane” like I was a bloody maniac with some kind of problem. Messed up in the head. So I just told her to stop saying the word. She did. Didn’t ask about it and I never said anything. 

We spoke about our previous goodbye. She said we were both crying, I don’t remember. She said I also hated roses and I spoke about it while she was leaving. She said she liked them though, under “some” circumstances. 

And she likes sunflowers. Bright. Like her. 

She said I called her angel, twice. Never gonna do it again cause what the fuck? Nah, that’s so cringe. 

I took a nap for like an hour, maybe. Just woke up and she texted me 8 or 9 times after telling me she was busy. Kinda cute. 

And she has long hair like I used to. Like 25 fucking inches, she said. From her neckline, whatever the fuck that is supposed to be. Still wild.

She hates the cold. The warmth is comforting, she said. 

She says I suck shit at picking up hints, am I? Nah, she’s just shit and she’s blaming it on me. Maybe. I don’t know. 

I told her I was straight and she laughed. In. My. Face. Brah. 

She told me how we met. She asked me for 15 minutes. That’s it. And we kept talking. Sounds romantic. Almost; if I’m not a suicidal maniac. I’m not. I don’t have a problem, I’m fine though, she thinks I have a problem. 

She said I’m a human worth knowing, what a load of bullshit.

I was making a typos cause I was dizzy and she said she liked seeing me that way. A good kind of different.

We spoke about our names. She guessed mine in flat 4 minutes? Insane. I've been searching for her stupid ass name since 4 weeks now.

She says her accent is shit. Since it's mixed with American, British and Australian. And I'm just "shit indeed." She heard my accent and said "she's in love" and I'm just "in love?" and she went "In love with my sister." Lord save my soul.

We spoke about how many scars an average person has. She has just one. One below her left eyebrow, a few stitches she got when she was 5 because of a school fight with a kid, her "friend" who she said was "nuts." Sounds like herself but ok. I'll take it for now.

I said 14 scars. She just went "Oh, wow" and then said I'll go bald soon with my hair loss. Guess what? I won't be here long enough for that. Joke's on you.

She was about to leave and I was about to say something so when she came back, I forgot. She said she was used to me doing that like really? I'm not that bad. Lady exaggerates a lot.

I felt sick and I kept throwing up. She said she'l be right next to me. Creepy but warm. It felt warm in a way. I said I didn't want to sleep and she said I could find her name instead. But no? It's too hard, What the fuck? I need more hints. She said "nope, just look at my username when you're stuck." I did that already dumbass.

She asked if I wanted to get high after she left. Do I look like a junkie? Ridiculous. And then she just left? Whatever. And then I popped a two pills and now I'll lay down. And that's another day over. I hope there's no more days.

[fictionalmenmistress]

Shadow From The Window (Leonardo)

Imagine your scared of the dark and alone, but your sexy hero-in-the-half-shell comes to sleep at your side, after a long partol. Exausted, he forgets how easy you startle, and comforts you.

(SFW but blushy, leaning Fem!Reader/ but also gender-neutral, Bayverse Leo, no swearing, FLUFF, a lil spooky at the start but all sweet and completely handle-able. Its safe 💙)

(So, this is my first official post here and I'm so excited! First of all, HI EVERYONE! I'm so happy to have found my peoples and to be here uwu, I love you all. Hopefully, this brings you comfort to rest before bed, or in the middle of the night. Want me to do one for all the boys? Lemme know!💙)

I am writing this at 2-3 am, after imagining this scenario to comfort myself, settling down to rest. The thought of Leo hiding in the dark, makes the dark a lot less scary. (Tho I decided to write it instead of resting lol) LETS GET IT!

Its 3 am in your studio apartment.

You've been living in New York city for a while now, but its always been a hassle to fall asleep in your own place. That's been the hardest adjustment after leaving home... how scary it can be on your own. Truth be told, you're 'scared of the dark'. Not nescessarily scared of the darkness itself, but the shadows in the corner of the room... the random noises and things that go bump in the night... the mere thought in the back of your mind that something, as ridiculous as it sounds to others, will come and get you once your guard is down.

There you lied, stiff as a board on your back. The covers, pulled up to your neck, as you breathed in and out as silently as you could. Why did you still feel like you had to hide from monsters or bad guys in your own home? "Dang it, y/n..." you sighed, wiping the nervous cold sweat from your forehead, overheating internally from the anxiety.

"WHY... why did I have to watch that horror movie with Donnie?" You thought, internally shouting at yourself. "He said its not scary, that its 'too absurd to be plausible, and thus won't trigger a reaction of fear'. So much for a slow and steady introduction to the genre!"

You should have known when Raph said "Nope, I'm out." Donnie sat there the whole time, laughing at the movie at the scariest and most ill-timed moments... and you recall just glaring at him, teeth chattering, whispering to yourself:

"Yeah, he's cracked alright."

Just because something isn't scientifically proven, doesn't mean it can't happen... or hasn't happened, right?

"Ugh..." you groaned, curling your lips into a gremace, scared your groan was too loud amongst the unsettling silence. "I can't sleep with the lights on again..."

Glancing toward your phone, you noticed a blue light illuminate the screen, informing you that you got a new text. But that blue light... it instantly made you think of the blue-loving turtle you so dearly loved. The light of your life.

'Leo would protect me.'

Ah, that comforting reminder that you would feel so safe in your boyfriend's arms... if only he were here with you.

But... he wasn't. He was probably out on patrol, far away, and unable to come any time soon, even if he could.

"That's it." You said, taking and deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, throwing the covers off and dashing to the light switch.

*flick!* And... everything in the room was normal. It was comforting, but you scolded yourself for not accepting that everything was already secure, and nothing was lurking in the dark.

Everything was still, as you closed your curtains and lied back down in bed.

"Light on it is." You sighed, before the light suddenly flickered by itself.

"Oh crap-" you muttered, taking a gulp, as the power went out. "OH CRAP, ITS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE-"

Now, you felt screwed. You lied as still as possible, for what felt like forever, refusing to close your eyes. Dang it... DANG it!

Grabbing your phone light, you quickly tip-toed to the bathroom, trying to pee as fast as you could, so you could get back to your warm bed where it feels semi-safe.

As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you noticed your curtains flowing and twirling in the night wind. Street sounds from the never-sleeping city below echoed faintly through your widely-opened window.

"My window... is open?" You thought in horrified shock, examining your surroundings in the dark carefully.

You froze in your tracks, as your phone light turned itself off.

BATTERY TOO LOW TO USE FLASHLIGHT, PLEASE CHARGE.

A chill went down your spine, as you stood there in the center of everything, slowly backing to a corner, where you planned to crouch in the fetal position, so you could see all angles of the room for the rest of the night.

You took another step back, and another, before you bumped into a large mass, standing behind you.

'Not the wall...' your brain registered, feeling the heat of whomever or whatever this tall thing was, radiating against your back.

"Hello, beautiful~" A deep voice chuckled, startling you.

Jolting around, you saw a dark, tall shadow, looming before you.

The fear disoriented you, quickly rushing adrenaline through your body, as your fight or flight reacted. You quickly let out a shriek, chucking your dying phone at the shadow and darting quickly toward the window.

The shadow caught the phone instantly, with lightning fast reflex, as a large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you back into the room before you crawled out onto the fire escape.

"WHOA, hey hey! Y/N easy! Its okay." A gentle, farmiliar voice assured, gently pulling you around to face him. "Its just me!"

"L-let go!" You whimpered, still not realizing who it was. "P-please..."

"Hey, its me..." he softly whispered, as your breath began to steady, blinking a couple of times as his identity fully set in. "Shh, sh sh sh." He lulled.

"L-Leo?" You squeaked in disbelief.

The figure slowly leaned into the moonlight, casting over you from the open window, revealing his GORGEOUS, icy blue eyes. Those intense-yet-soft eyes... that you knew and loved more than anyone else's. That comforting, strong, lovingly soft gaze, that instantly reassured you that you were safe.

"Your aim is getting better," he softly chuckled, smirking with his adorable grin. Leo slowly slid your phone before you, onto the moonlit sheets, barely revealing his outstretched, chiseled, manly hands. "I'm so sorry I scared you, love. I didn't mean to... I would never on purpose..."

Leo's voice sounded composed, but also ashamed and regretful, as he became more serious to apologise. He always spoke so softly to you...

"Leo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I-" you desparately assured, bursting into tears. "I-"

"Hey hey, I should have knocked, or called. I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I thought I would suprise you in a good way, not startle you." He murmured, reaching his large hands out to gently grasp you, holding you in his arms.

"Oh... I'm so happy to see you!" You sighed, falling against him.

"Donnie felt bad about that scary movie, he told me about how scared you were and begged me to check on you." He whispered, with that composed, reassuring voice.

"Oh Leo... you really came." You whispered, sniffling back your tears.

"Of course, my love... I came straight here after patrol. I would have come sooner, but Raph was getting his shell handed to him by this big..." he hesitated, biting his lip.

"Leo?" You asked, wondering why he stopped.

"-You know what? It doesn't matter." He gently corrected, changing the subject.

"What? What was it?" You innocently asked, curling up against his warm, sculpted chest.

You could feel Leo's skin grow warmer with a blush, as he slowly and sweetly welcomed your embrace, holding you close.

"I'll tell you during daylight. Just... sweetie, I'll never let anything bad happen to you, as long as I live. You're safe, whether I'm near or far. Okay, sweetheart?" Leo promised with his deep innocent voice, planting a soft kiss against your forehead.

Suddenly, you heard a generator power on through your front door, and the power flicked back on.

You could at last see him. See his muscled arms around you, and the tails of his worn out blue mask resting against his chest, along side you. His plastron... rising and falling as he took in slow breaths.

Leo was so careful holding you in his arms... like you were this precious, tiny thing, that he adored with his entire existance.

"Hey, you... you there?" He muttered, growing increasingly bashful in his tension.

"I'm here." You gently assured with a smile, before pulling away to examine his handsome face.

Leonardo. Sexy, handsome, justly-confident, fierce leader. This fearless, giant turtle mutant, who was unlike anyone else in the world. His jaw clenched from sudden bashful nervousness, as his gaze shyed away from your eyes. Your stare always overwhelmed him... it was such an intimate thing to meet his eyes.

Leo cleared his throat, as he slowly reached out to your face, ever-so-carefully wiping away a tear from your cheek, watching intently and focusing as he did so.

Over cautiously gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting you with his strength.

"There we go..." he softly whispered in satisfaction, sighing with a relieved smirk.

"Can you..." you began, with every ounce of security and confidence you could muster. "Can you... stay? With me, all of tonight?"

You felt your cheeks blush intensely, blooming red, as Leo bit on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, as he fully realized your question.

"Y-yeah, o-of course I can..." Leo answered, all of a sudden a thousand times more innocent and adorable, intensely flattered and touched that you wanted him to stay at your side. "Uh... I'll... uh-" he began, moving back from kneeling on your bed before you, aimlessly pacing into your tiny kitchen.

Leo usually was so bold and certain, organized and authoritative, when he was on the move.

You recalled how you had seen first-hand how he can lay out the strategy of attack for the boys. He could be flipping into action, or running through the rooftops as he did it, with perfect coordination in his speech and movements. But with you and only you, Leo wasn't able to get the words out when he was this nervous or bashful.

He had a tendancy to overthink things.

Leo wandered into the cupboard, beginning to steep some tea on the stove as his tongue caught up with his brain.

"Do you want... tea?" He gently asked, clearing his throat.

Such husband material...

"Ah, sure." You grinned, sweetly answering.

You realized how safe and secure you felt now, with him in the studio. You weren't alone anymore.

Leo didn't say much while he prepared the tea. He hyper-focused to distract himself from the nervousness of staying at your place, ALONE with you for the night. He paced around without speaking... doing little thoughtful things, like closing the window and locking it for you, shutting the closet and bathroom door, and picking out the perfect cups for the two of you, from your DC glass cup collection.

(Leo liked the Nightwing one since it was blue, and he always gave you the batgirl one, because you loved purple. He loved it when you would geek out and tell him how those heroes were the perfect couple... it reminded him of the both of you, and hoped that you gushed about him like that when he wasn't around.)

Leo brought the cups over, moving carefully with his eyes on the glass, gently placing one in your hand, and his own at your bedside.

"I"ll sleep right here, beside you." He thought out loud, examining the hardwood floor panels.

"Ah, Leo, you're not sleeping on the ground." You ordered, taking a long drink from your cup.

"Its no trouble," he assured, unlatching and taking off his belt and sword straps, placing them on your countertop. Leo sat down across from your bed, and began taking off his customized traditional ninja footwear, so all that remained were his pants and mask.

Why did this make you blush and get so flustered, the way he lifted those muscular arms over his head? Its not like he's taking anything revealing off...

"Modest like Leo... modest like Leo..." you whispered under your breath, recomposing your wandering thoughts.

He slowly walked up to you, lying you back and pulling your covers over you. Leo gently placed his hand against your cheek, staring deep into your eyes, as a soft smile rested over his lips.

He slowly nuzzled his nose beside yours, cherishing every small movement, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he pulled away.

You felt your arms involuntarily reach out to him, taking his face into your hands. You both stared innocently into one another's eyes, before you made a bold move, planting your lips against his. You gently kissed Leo's lips, and he kissed you back, in the most respectful, admirable, and sentimental way possible.

Kissing Leo always felt so intimate and special... even as soft and innocent as it was. Leo made the tiny gestures special to you again.

"Leo, would you please... hold me?" You whispered, tightly closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. "Please, sleep with me tonight."

"S-sleep with-" he panicked, turning vibrant red. For the first time that night, he realized that you were wearing blue pj's... and you looked gorgeous in them. Suddenly his heart began to pound through his chest, as his posture stiffened. "Sleep... together? Like... m-make love together?"

"Ah not like that!" You bashfully assured, unable to hide your shy grin. "Just... sleep together, at least for tonight."

He took a deep breath in, that sounded shaky, like the remenants of your kiss and closeness gave him the chills. The thought of you being together in the most close and intimate form made him overwhelmed, causing him to slightly tremble. Leo invoulintarily giggled, pecking a kiss against your nose, before he pulled his mask off.

"Alright." He grinned, suddenly much more eager and confident, leaning close to you as he set his mask on your night stand, switching off the light switch with a mere stretch.

Suddenly, it was dark again. But, a peaceful dark.

"Will you, Leo?" You muttered.

"Yes." He whispered, so softly and so intimately, gazing bravely into your eyes. "Yes, Y/N."

You beamed with joy, resituating to the side of your bed, curling up and watching Leo with an adorable, excited expression. Leo broke out a nervous, adorable chuckle, as he hesitantly sat down on your bed, realizing how massive he was on the size of it. He downed his tea like a shot, (wanting to finish it as fast as possible, so he could do this soft and intimate thing with you) and clearing his throat. Blushing, he slowly lied down on his back, slowly turning to his side that faced you, and hesitantly placing his hand over your shoulder, unsure of what was too much touch.

You giggled, sliding his hand on your waist, so you could sit up and pull the covers over him. "O-oh..." Leo murmured, stiffening up from his shyness.

This was very overwhelming to him, since he really liked taking things slow and was inexperienced to everything involving romance before you. But... you loved that. It was like everything was new to you again too. It endeared you beyond belief.

You lied on your side, examining his face one last time, as he examined yours, trailing your fingertip across his sharp jawline.

"I really love you..." he whispered, meaning every word.

"I really love you too, Leo." You softly agreed, as you continued to smile.

You and Leo talked quietly for a bit, sweet whispers between soulmates, as you scratched his shell and caressed his shoulders to help relieve his stress and tension. He would slowly drift off more and more, talking less and less, gifting you with tiny, soft, slow kisses, all over your face instead.

You both drifted off to sleep, and slept wonderfully side by side, as safe and sweet as can be, just the two of you.

And, as you found out in the morning, Leo was a total, clingy cuddler in his sleep. Throughout the night, he had nuzzled closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you, until you were cozy against his body, sharing the same warmth.

💙 Sweet dreams.💙

[kayah16]

Am I Late? (AU)

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Thats all Ardian kept hearing as he laid on his couch with Wolverine laying right by him. He had been in a state of depression. Ever since Haleigh texted him letting him know she was engaged. He still has yet to process the news properly.

He honestly couldn't process the news. He lost her for good and it was nothing he could do about it. The news caused him to stay in his house and sleep and eat. Thats all he did was sleep and eat. He let his hair grow which eventually he got twists in it and he let his facial hair grow.

He didn't look like or act like himself. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Time was getting away from him. Only thing he wanted was to either wake up from this nightmare or just continue to sleep on. Was he happy for Haleigh? Yes. Something in him wasn't letting him show that happiness.

Each day he got a message from his best friend as she kept him up to date. He felt his heart shatter into more pieces. Ignoring her was best for his heart and his peace of mind. Nothing he could do could change how he felt. He was so glad Norbit was on it could help him get his mind off of Haleighs upcoming wedding.

The scene where Norbit was in the church with Kate and expressing himself was on. His phone dinged again probably Haleigh. Picking it up he seen his Mother left a voicemail. Unlocking his phone he went and played it.

"Ardian, you have 30 minutes to get yourself together. I mean it. Get your damn haircut. Shave whatever that thing is on your face. Get your ass in the shower. Then go and get your girl. If I show up to your house and you looking like who did it and ran. I will beat you all the way to the barbershop then to the church. Get it together."

Ardian listened to the voicemail over andp over again. His mothers words taking over the tick tock that was playing in his head. Breathing heavily Ardian went through the text messages Haleigh had sent him. He missed her engagement dinner rehearsal and her bacherlotte party.

That was fine with him gave him time to get back to Ardian. Sitting up he slid his feet into his nike slides and grabbed his keys leaving for the barbershop. Sitting in the Barbers chair he tuned out all the noise. He just thought about Haleigh. He hoped and prayed he wasn't late in stopping her wedding.

When the barber was finished with Ardian, he checked himself out in the mirror and was pleased. He looked like himself again, paying the barber he headed back home and instantly got in the shower. He took an hour to shower so he could honestly get back to Ardian. After he was done showering he got out and wiped the steam from the mirror.

He stared at his reflection his mothers words playing like a record. Get your girl. Brushing his teeth he just kept praying he wasn't late in stopping the wedding. Shuffling out the bathroom and to his room he seen a tux on his bed with a note.

"Your mama sent me to the cleaners to pick your tux up. Do not let Haleigh go again."

Ardian laughed softly at the note his dad left and started to get dress. Bow Tie or no Bow Tie? Opting for no bow tie Ardian kept the few buttons of his white button up open. Putting his shoes on he sprayed Haleighs favorite scent on himself.

He was ready. Grabbing his jacket he told Cuddly to keep charge of the house which caused Cuddly to growl at him. The drive was about 30 minutes and Ardian broke every traffic rule. As soon as he pulled up to the church he hopped out and ran inside the church finding it empty. His thoughts starting to get the best of him.

Taking his phone out his pocket he went to Haleighs text messages. Getting the address to the reception hall Ardian ran out the church and got back in his car. The reception hall was 10 minutes away. With the way Ardian was driving he got there in 5 minutes.

Sitting in his car for a few minutes he let out a few deep breaths then stepped out. Music was playing but it wasn't slow romantic music. It was music he played at a reunion. Was he that late? Taking slow steps he made his way inside the recpetion hall. Seeing all of Haleighs family dancing and smiling caused Ardian to smile. He was so busy watching them he didn't see one of Haleighs family members standing next to him until they spoke.

"Good to see you, Light Bright."

Ardian jumped slightly then turned and looked at Apryl.

"Hey Ms. Apryl. You look good."

"Oh, Ms. Apryl? I'm not your Aunt no more?"

"I don't know."

Apryl smacked Ardian on the back of his neck causing him to flinch.

"Stop playing with me, Light Bright. Your girl is in there. She hasn't danced yet."

Ardian stared at Apryl for a few minutes then headed over to Haleigh. Standing in front of her he smiled.

"I heard you didn't dance yet."

"Nope not in a dancing mood."

Kneeling down Ardian grabbed Haleighs hand.

"I know you pissed at me for missing your party and engagement dinner."

"Why did you?"

"I couldn't sit there and pretend to be happy knowing deep down I really wasn't. I would have broke my own heart."

"Like you broke mines."

"Pigtails, I have one question. Am I too late?"

"No, you're not too late. We didn't get married."

"So what you say, after we leave here. We go back to my house eat some wedding food and cake. Watch Norbit and maybe just maybe you think about giving me another chance."

Despite herself Haleigh smiled at her bestfriend.

"I hate you at times Ardi."

Ardian shrugged standing up and helping Haleigh up. Haleigh frowned seeing the first few buttons of Ardians shirt open.

"Sir, your buttons."

"Ma'am your dress."

"Let another girl come up to you and your teeth hang out your mouth. We going to have a problem."

"We can only have a problem if that means you my girl again."

"Let's dance and your eyes better stay on me."

Laughing Ardian led Haleigh to the dance floor and started dancing with her. Both of them was smiling at each other. Kandice, Tasha, Trinity, and Apryl was standing in the back watching all four of them sporting smiles.

"Our babies got it together."

Kandice spoke up over the music.

"I had to threaten Ardian but he got the hint."

During Haleigh and Ardian dancing Melody, Micah, and Messiah came and started dancing with them.

AN: some angst. Another AU lol. Fluff. Sucks. Sorry

[lokis-lady-death]

Slither

Loki x Reader

Lady Death: Just a random idea I had. Reader works for the Smithsonian and is put in charge of a large Viking Exhibit. She comes across a strange relic that seems to have a mind of it’s own. One shot? Two shot? Full length novel? Who knows?

Slither

You walked up and down the tables, your fingers dancing over the many treasures from around the world that you would be surveying for the upcoming Viking exhibit. Your entire life’s work, spread out on two tables in the center of the archive room of the Smithsonian, awaiting you to bring their stories to life.

The museum director had given you this opportunity, one you were not going to let slip through your fingers. She had remembered you writing a thesis on Norse mythology in college and immediately appointed you the task of curating the event the upcoming weekend.

“That drama on TV has everyone into this stuff right now,” she had told you. “We could meet your quota by the end of the year if this does well, so I need you to pull out all the stops!”

Looking back, you knew you should've said no. You knew this was too much for one person, but you had so much passion for this that you just had to take the responsibility.

And now here you were, staring at the largest collection of Viking, Norse, mythological assortment that you had ever seen, with no idea where to begin.

Thankfully, you had Chris. “Ok, that should be it for me.” He walked the length of the second table with a clipboard and check sheet. You had both been great friends since you started at the museum and he offered to help but he had just been called home. Which was fine. He worked mostly with the business side of the museum, and didn't know much about the history each relic possessed. “Everything accounted for, organized by size, worth and use.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it so much!”

He flashed you a smile, rolling his sleeves back down to get ready for the cold outside. “Oh it's no problem. But remember, you're gonna owe us a personal tour of the exhibit when you're done. That's my fee.”

“Absolutely.” You held out a hand for the clipboard. “Did you have only on your list you couldn't find?”

“Nope. Found them all. Which I thought was strange since you have an unopened crate shipped in from that museum in Edinburgh.” He gestured to a package labeled SMITH VIK EXHIBIT. “I thought you would rather open that up yourself.”

You smiled back at him, “You know me so Well.”

You said our goodbyes and turned your attention to the box on the back table. Glancing back at the complete list, you couldn’t fathom what must be in there.

The box cutter did short work of the flaps, shifting through the shredded cardboard to protect whatever was inside. You dig around a moment before finding a necklace. Extraordinary, unlike any you had ever seen, the necklace was a dark tinged, thick, flexible metal band with a heavy medallion around the front. Overall it was a foot long, which struck you as strange because why would anyone wear such a heavy and long ornament.

You took a damp terry cloth and began working away the collection of gunk from the years. When you were done, you realized why the chain was so thick. It was made to mimic the body of a snake, it’s scales etched so delicately into the trinket you wondered if it was in the right collection. Viking jewelry wasn’t normally so ornate, but even as far down as the pendate, the detail was extraordinary. It was formed by the chain being wound into a knot but in the center was the head of a snake.

The excitement was short lived when you noticed the pendate looked to have a piece missing. The head of the snake was lifted from the pendant itself, leaving a large space that was obviously meant for something else to fit into. A jewel perhaps? Another part of the snake?

Edinburg was only around 3 hours ahead of you but at 10pm DC time, you knew there was no sense trying to call to ask for any information on the necklace. All you could do was try in the morning. Just as you went to put the necklace aside to tend to the other parts of the collection, you noticed a piece of paper affixed to the inside of the box.

“The Cursed Chains of Sigyn,” you read. Your nose scrunched and you looked back at the necklace in your hand. “You don’t look so cursed to me.”

Setting it aside on the workstation, you went back to the artifacts you were familiar with, reasoning you would worry about that one when you could call Edinburg yourself.

After two hours of researching each relic, you were hidden under piles and piles of reference texts and web browsers on your laptop. Giving out a yawn, you stretched out your arms and decided to give yourself a break. You broke out a cup of coffee and stared at the clock. Midnight. The caffeine would get you through the next couple of hours.

As the mug hit your lips, you heard it.

A hissing noise, like a kettle being left on the stove too long. You weren’t far from the boiler room, surely nothing was wrong with that? Looking over your shoulder, trying to find the source of the noise or at least the direction, you noticed something more peculiar.

It sounded like it was moving.

You got up and walked towards the sound, following where it seemed to be going. The room you were in was full of all the artifacts from past and future exhibits, stored safely away fro research purposes. The towering shelves were as high as the ceiling, and as long as the length of the room.

You wandered between the rows, hearing the hissing get stronger and then weaker before you came across a box.

The hissing stopped when you grabbed the box.

The top was already peeled open, which, for a strictly regulated room, struck you as more than odd. The Smithsonian took it’s archives serious.

Tilting the box towards your face, you leaned in to see the noise.

A snake- a living breathing snake- lunged towards your face

You screamed and dropped the box, hearing a distinctive metal clunk when it went crashing onto the concrete floor.

Your heart was pounding while all you could do was stare at the cardboard.

The hissing stopped.

It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes of you just staring at the upturned box waiting for movement or hissing.

But nothing.

Refusing to touch it with your hand, you took the tip of your shoe and shifted the box a few inches, expecting movement, hissing, something. Instead, the sound of metal scraping the concrete. You slowly lifted the box before finally throwing it off and jumping back, expecting the snake to be ready.

But there wasn't a snake.

It was the necklace from the Edinburg shipment. You furrowed your brow, looking around, wondering if you were truly alone.

You knew you left it on the table.

You. Knew.

And yet, here it was.

Reasoning you were just tired and imagining things, you took the necklace back through the archives to your work station. As you went to set it down, you paused.

Running your thumbs across the scales of the snake chain, you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go.

Something compelled you to try it on.

“Ridiculous,”  you scorned the thought out loud. All the jewelry you had ever examined, you certainly never tried it on.

But you still couldn't lay the necklace down.

You looked around again, needing that reassurance no  one was there.

Biting your lip, you felt the urge swelling inside of you, against all logic. A compulsion, an itch, a drive.

You needed to try this necklace on.

You had to.  

“Wearing it for just one second shouldn't hurt…” you reasoned. Your fingers laced around the back and brought it over your head.

As soon as the pendant hit your chest, you felt a displacement wash over you, like riding on a rollercoaster and losing your stomach on a loop.

The lights flickered and there was a crashing sound from behind you. You jerked your head around and gasped.

You were no longer in the archives of the Smithsonian. The room was much more crowded and dark with large wooden shelves filled to the brim with old tattered books.

Were you hallucinating?

Perhaps you passed out and now you're dreaming?

Maybe the snake bit you and the venom knocked you out?

Your mind tried to make sense of things until it was interrupted by a man’s voice breaking through the silence.

“What a peculiar sight.”

You didn't move, didn't breathe. As if somehow by not interacting with the world you would be taken back to your table of relics.

“And who might you be?” The voice spoke again. An accent you couldn't quite place and an educated tone. Slowly, you turned to see who was speaking.

The man was tall, obscenely so. He was dressed in black, thick leather fabricated like a dense armor of sorts, attached to a thick cap draped over his shoulders. Your eyes landed on his face and you inhaled sharply, surprised by his features. His skin was pale, moreso next to the shoulder length black hair that framed the sharp angles. But it was his eyes that struck you the most; brilliant emerald jewels that glowed with curiosity.

There was something obscurely regal about him, a certain way he carried himself that demanded respect.

He simply smirked at you, waiting for some sort of an answer.

“How…” was all you managed.

“How indeed,” he spoke again. His head tilted to the side as he watched you like some sort of an oddity in a freak show. “Again, I'm compelled to ask who you are.”

“I'm…” this didn't make sense. Who was this man? Where were you? You turned taking in the stone walls, the splintered wooden shelves, the dusty book bindings. “Am I in a  library?”

“Dont be rude, darling.” His tone wasn't as playful, making you whip your head back to him. “I’m afraid I need you to answer me.”

“I'm sorry…. I just….” His eyes darkened, his smile dissipated. You cleared the lump that formed in your throat. “I'm y/n.” Your heart was pounding so hard it was making your head hurt. “Where am I…”

“You're in my study, Lady y/n.” He took one long stride and was standing in front of you, towering to the point you had to crane your head to face him. “Quite late, actually. Its closer to sunrise than it is sundown.” There was a slight shift in his tone, something more than curious that you couldn’t quite grasp. “So what brings you to me at this hour?”

“I….” You took a step back from him. “I was in my office. I was…” your hand came up and found the snake necklace resting on your chest. “I put this on and then…” Your eyes darted around the room. No, it didn't make sense. Had the pendant brought you here?

The man's eyes followed your hands, ignoring the panic in your voice. “A piece of the Chains of Sigyn?”

He had your undivided attention now. “A piece? How do you know...”

“Because,” he cut you off, “I own the other piece.” Before you could formulate a second question, his eyes narrowed and he took another step towards you. “Are you from Midgard?”

“What? I'm from Washington DC.”

The man eyed you up and down, slowly analyzing you to the point you began to feel will uncomfortable. “Definitely midgardian clothing,” he snickered. “And where did you come by that?” He pointed at your chest, to the pendant.

You tried to think but in your split second of trying to find words, he unexpectedly roared, “Where did you get it!”

You stepped back again, this time bumping into a shelf. The upper portion shook at your disturbance and nearly toppled over, but the man reached above you with incredible speed and slammed the shelf against the wall.

You screamed and crouched down. It frightened you so much you did the only thing you could think of: you pulled the necklace back over your head.

You blinked away tears you hadn't realized had formed in the corners of your eyes. With the necklace off, you were standing in front of your table of relics, wide eyed and terrified. Looking at the snake chain in your hand, you threw it across the table, stumbling backwards.

“What was that?” Your mind was all over the place, trying to make sense of the entire scenario. You held up your hands, brushed them over yourself, making sure you were solid, real.

But what you just saw, was that real?

Your eyes cut up to the clock. 2am? How had two hours passed?

The shelf felt real. The man sounded real. There was even a different smell in the library you couldn’t explain away. Like the pages of old books, moisture trapped in wood. Nothing like the stark archive room. No, that room smelled like the places these artifacts had come from.  

It smelled like history.

And then something else struck you. The man had told you he had  the other piece of the snake pendant. You looked over at the cursed item, laying on the other end of the table, seemingly harmless.

You shouldn’t pick it up.

You shouldn’t put it on.

You knew there was something more to this, something dark.

But you had studied ancient runes, relics from Viking times, literatures recording mythologies dating back as far as the earliest Nordic times. You had devoted your life to this history.

Whatever this necklace was, it was one of a kind. Something you had never seen in all your years of research, possibly something you would never see again.

Against your better judgement, you lifted it back up, your fingers trembling when you did so. Fear and anticipation consumed you, but you fought passed it because your driving motivation was curiosity.

The necklace looped around your head and you closed your eyes, holding your breath when the pendant laid flat across your chest.

“Well, hello again, darling.”

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[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

"JEON JUNGKOOK, I SWEAR TO GOD!!"

"Aah, stop screaming!" Jungkook shouted out, one of his hands on his ear facing me, and the other on his arm which I had hit for the thousandth time. "And stop hitting me!!"

"I can't believe that you did this to me, Jungkook!!" I fumed with anger...or was it despair? I looked at the person in front of me, my so-called best friend, aka the biggest liar in the whole world. He had lied to me about everything...he knew everything. He knew why I had left the airport without talking to him, he knew that those rumors were not true, heck, he even was the one who planned Tae and Jimin's night stay at my place. Yes, planned. Not a coincidence, a conspiracy.

"Hey it's not my fault that you couldn't trust your best-ow!!" He was cut short as another punch hit him square in his chest, and he screamed. "Aah, break my bones, will you?"

"I don't think that's even possible-" Another voice came, and I turned towards him. "You!! Just. Drive!!" I hissed. "Okay," was his short and quick reply before he smiled nervously and shrunk back on his seat.

"Hehe." I heard Jungkook giggle, and I turned to him, my right eye twitching. "Funny, is it?"

"Uhh, I..." He trailed off, looking around the van. "Yeah..?" I said, narrowing my eyes, and his eyes went wide as he put his hands in front of him as a shield reflexively. "Aaah.......Y/N..I just wanted to talk, I swear!!"

"Kookie..." I said gently. Looking down, I took a deep breath and looked back up at him. "If you want to talk to someone, you call, or text, or visit." I smiled brightly, before dropping it off completely.

"...YOU DON'T KIDNAP AND GIVE THEM A FREAKIN' CARDIAC ARREST!!" Another series of punches. He started screaming again. "Aah, Y/N-ah, Y/N-ah, aah, I'm sorry!!" He curled up in a ball to avoid my punches, which didn't work. "Yaaa, Y/N-ah, I'm your best friend, stop!!"

"Let that poor boy go, isn't that enough for today?" The great driver turned back again, and I turned towards him. "Says the one who was supposed to stop him from doing stuff like this but instead is driving the van, wow," I said, clapping sarcastically. "Some big brother you are."

"He is not big." Jungkook said, sitting upright in his seat, smiling. We both looked at him with narrowed eyes, and he gulped, going back to his curled position.

"Y/N...give him a few punches from me."

"Yep." I heard Jungkook whisper before he put his head between his legs to protect himself from yet another series of punches I threw at him.

"Y/N-ah, Y/N-AHHHH!!" He kept screaming as the van drove silently in the cold night. "Yaa, enough, stop!! Aah, ow, aaah, eommaaa!!!"

By the time the van stopped at my door, I had updated him on everything that had happened last Friday night and the following morning. He kept listening quietly, looking intently at me and nodding in between. After I finished, he looked out the window of the stopped van. "First of all, I had known for a long while what decision you were going to take, and why. And...I am proud of you."

"Thanks." I smiled, visibly relaxed. I also had known that he knew, all that I had hoped for was his approval.

He looked back at me. "And second, I think Jimin hyung is right."

"...about laying low?"

"No, I was gonna say something else, but that works too." He said, nodding. "Lay low, at least until we convince Tae hyung to talk to you."

"He's not okay, is he?" I frowned. Jungkook shook his head. "Why?" I asked, hoping to find some answers to my long hanging doubts. Was he really over me, or was it all just a facade? I had to know if my hunch was right or not. Instead of answering right away, Jungkook looked at Jimin, and they both shared troubled glances. After a moment, he looked back at me with a conflicted look on his face. "I don't know...might be possible, yeah."

"Okay." I was not sure if I was right or not, but this time too, I felt like something was going on between them...something I couldn't comprehend. "I'm gonna go then." I said, turning towards the van door. "Y/N-ah?" Jungkook called, and I turned around. "Yeah?"

He smiled, and then pulled me in for a hug. "I'm sorry for lying."

I chuckled, and put my arms around him. "Why are you apologising, silly? It's always okay, as long as you stay by my side."

"Aww." I heard Jimin pouting, and I turned towards him with narrowed eyes. He smiled sheepishly, causing me to roll my eyes. "Goodnight, you two." I said, getting out of the van, advancing towards my house.

"Y/N-ah?" He called again, and I turned around, rolling my eyes. "Yes, Kook?"

"Hang in there."

I smiled, brightly this time, and nodded.

"Bye, Y/N." Jimin said, and drove off into the night, leaving me alone at the footsteps of my house. I turned back to go towards my door, smiling to myself, and then I froze, looking at my door for the first time since the rumor had started.

"Why do you think Tae is not okay?" Jimin asked Jungkook after a long moment of silence, once they were far away from my house. Jungkook looked at Jimin sadly. "Last night...." He trailed off. The silence seemed to stretch on long.

"Yeah..?" Jimin asked again.

Jungkook gulped, looking out the window. "....he was crying all night long."

Jimin sighed, closing his eyes. "We need to get them to talk."

"Yeah...but if he's in that condition, we need to give him some time until he comes around himself."

"How much time?" Jimin asked, a sad look in his eyes.

"Hmm...how about we give it a week?" I said, looking at what was written on my door in bold black letters.

Stay away.

[Tuesday]

I was closing up the shop when my phone rang.

"Hello? Am I talking to Y/N Y/L/N?" A female voice, which sounded very professional, asked from the other end of the line. "Yes this is her." I said, struggling with the door as I held the phone up to my ear.

"Hi, I am calling from the local news channel. We were wondering if you had some time to drop by one of these days and have a little chat?"

"About what, exactly?"

"Just the regular stuff, you know," She laughed. "About yourself, your job, your dreams, your friends...perhaps?"

I clenched my teeth. "No thank you." I cut off the phone and turned my attention towards the door, mumbling to myself.

"Excuse me!" I looked up at the voice to see a girl in front of me. "I'm sorry, we're closed for the day." I said, smiling apologetically.

"Oh, that's okay, I just wanted to talk to you." She looked at me, sharply, and then smiled sweetly. "I wanted to drop by earlier, but it slipped my mind."

I had a feeling I knew what was coming, but I tried to deny it anyway. "It's okay, you can just come tomorrow-" I started but she cut me off. "Don't think you're going to get famous by leeching off of them, got it?" She glared at me, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Yunah!!" Before I could say anything, a guy came running towards us, presumably addressing the girl. "Where did you run off to so fast, I thought you dumped me or something." His eyes fell on me, and he stopped. "Whoa, you're Y/N, right?? You're a freaking legend, man...can I get a selfie?" The girl looked back at him with widened eyes. "You wanna get dumped for real??"

The guy looked nervously between me, and the girl. "No...but..this is a once-in-a-lifetime opp-"

"Don't call me." The girl hissed, and walked past me, casting a last glance at me. "I'll deal with you later, slut."

"Wait...Yunah! YUNAH!!!" The guy ran after her, leaving me alone with yet another experience to return home with.

Stay away from them, was what it said on my door now.

[Wednesday]

"Ahh, what the...can you look where you're going, Y/N??" He said, rubbing his chin after it had collided with my head. "Same to you, Yoongi." I smiled sweetly. "Actually, back at you, Yoongi."

"Yeah, sorry." He said, jogging at his place. "Okay, bye."

"In a hurry, are we?" I said, a smirk coming on my face. "Going after a girl?"

He looked at me with an unfathomable expression on his face, and then it was replaced by his cold, unbothered glare. "Yeah, that, or....saving you from the cameras around us."

"Cameras?" I looked around. "I don't see any cameras."

"You're not supposed to see them now, are you?" He said, and I sighed. He was right.

"Bye now." He said more urgently this time, looking behind me. "Uhh, Yoongi, just one second, can you tell Tae that I wanted to talk, it's important-" I was cut off as he shoved me backwards, running off ahead without saying a word. "Yoongi!!" I called after him, but then stopped as he had vanished from sight.

Was he trying to avoid me, or was he being true? Either way...one thing was for sure, I was drifting apart from them, if I hadn't already, and the process was destructive...both for me, and for them.

My phone rang at the exact moment, and I picked it up. "Hi, have I reached Y/N?" A Male voice asked me. "Yes...?" I said, trailing off...waiting.

"I wanted to meet up and ask a few questions regarding-" Yep. That was all I needed to hear to cut the call off.

[Thursday]

"Hi, is this Y/N-" A male voice asked, but before he could advance any further, I cut him off. "Nope." I said, and hung up. Let me breathe, I'm already in a supermarket. Full of people.

"Uhm..can you please move a little bit please?" I turned around to look at a girl looking at me. "You're in my way."

"Oh sorry." I smiled apologetically, and she frowned. "Oh, okay, I know you. Makes sense why you're hogging it." She said, looking pointedly behind me. "Huh?" I turned back, and blinked twice. Behind me was a cardboard cut-out of Jungkook.

"Leave at least something for us." She said from behind me, and I closed my eyes.

Stay away from them bitch, said the 'inscription' on my door now.

[Friday]

"I said I'm not interested in any kind of interviews, meetings, questionnaires, whatever, now leave me alone!!" I slammed the door in the guy's face, and sighed. At this time of night? Seriously?

I came to my room, and flopped down on my bed. Burying my face in the pillow, I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. One tear fell down my cheek silently and dropped on the pillow. I punched the pillow hard, cursing, and then turned around, holding my head in my hands as another tear threatened to fall.

Ring ring. I sighed before picking up my phone, fuming.

"Hi, is this Y/N-"

"NO, THIS IS NOT, OKAY?? JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, JUST--WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???" I screamed into the phone, letting all the frustration out of me.

"Whoa, relax." The girl sounded startled, but gentle. "At least check the number first." Fuming, I did...and it said Hoseok...I was confused.

"Uh...this is Hoseok's phone...who is this?" I asked. You know this voice, my mind said to me, and I told it to shut up, because I recognised this voice, but no way in hell was I talking to her.

"That doesn't matter right now." I could feel her smile in her voice, and the way she talked to me, was so gentle, so friendly, that I wanted to break down right there and then. I had needed that kind of voice for a long time now. "How are you holding up?"

"Barely." I laughed, an emotionless laugh.

"Y/N...perseverance, okay?" She said slowly. "I know it's not easy, but...please whatever you do...don't quit."

I smiled for an unknown reason. Something about her voice....I knew who it was, I just didn't want to believe it. "I promise." Hesitating for a moment, I finally dared, and blurted out the words that were itching at my throat. "Thanks for talking, by the way. I'll let you get back to your work now."

She laughed merrily. Yes, it was her. I was right. And she knew I knew. "Glad. Hope we can meet sometime." She hung up, and I sat up, staring at my phone silently for a long while...feeling slightly motivated to fight, to persevere.

After all, there were still three days left in the week I had promised myself.

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.19

Part 18//Part 19//Part 20

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Summary: Your close friend, Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst

Tag(s): @slut-for-fandoms

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[secrets: part five]

[part] one two three four

You were the most confused you had ever been since transferring to Midtown High two years ago. Your new life in the New York town seemed pleasant and pretty simple - no mean girls, not too many annoying kids, and being able to befriend the one girl who kept to herself every minute of the day. The rushed and partly awkward text messages from Peter the night before never left your mind. They were all you thought about the rest of the afternoon into the night, and even carried on while walking to school the following morning.

Now you sat behind him and Ned in science class, glancing between the two of them each time they would whisper to each other whenever the teacher’s back was turned. It would’ve been so much easier to act nonchalant if Michelle were in the same class, and while she had the same teacher it was during a different period. So you were stuck with writing notes that you were never able to give Peter because your teacher was always facing the class when you planned to. It was only near the end of the class where the opportunity presented itself. You scribbled down several words and tossed the crumpled paper at the desk in front of you. Peter glanced at the object, opening it to see what was there. He sighed inwardly, Can you tell me now? Persistence was something you both shared, but he didn't find it to be a good thing for this situation. He turned just enough to look back at you and subtly shook his head, earning a pout from your end. When the bell signalling the end of class rang, you swiftly wrote down the homework and put everything inside your bag, leaving the room to head to your locker. Peter sighed when you didn't wait for them like you usually did, packing up his own stuff and looking over at Ned. “I think I should just tell her.”

“Seriously?” Need raised his eyebrows at his friend, following him outside of the classroom. He lowered his voice once they were crowded by the other students. “Dude you didn't even tell me, I found out with you climbing on your ceiling.”

The light brunette sighed. “It's just too much. First the Stark thing pushes her away, and only two weeks later she's upset because she knows I'm hiding something from her.” Peter's hands moved around while he gestured. They reached his locker and he stopped, seeing you down the hall talking to people from the Decathlon team with MJ right beside you. Said girl noticed Peter staring and nudged your shoulder, nodding her head toward him. When your gazes met he waved slightly, but you barely gave a smile before re engaging in the conversation. He groaned, putting his head inside of his locker.

“Have you had Spider-Man visit her yet?”

“I'm starting to think it isn't such a good idea.” He responded, his voice muffled. Ned shook his head and pulled his friend back out by the shoulder. “What would I even say? 'I know we met once but I heard you like me and you shouldn't because I'm a guy that shoots out webs and climbs walls and I'm dangerous for you’?”

Ned’s eyes widened and he put his hand back on the  boy's shoulder. “Whoa, breathe. How about you just start with hi?”

After pretending to think about his previous plan for a minute, he shook his head vigorously, walking down the hall with his best friend jogging a few steps to catch up. “No, nope. I'm not doing it.”

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He was perched atop the ledge of the apartment building beside yours, watching as you sat at your desk. He felt like a creep, and he probably was one at that moment. It was just hard for him to believe he was actually going along with the plan after refusing to do it this morning. Thankfully it was dark enough to where you didn't notice him when you'd passed your window. However, after a short significant amount of time he started to feel very awkward and decided to just interrupt whatever you were doing. After placing the mask over his face, he jumped down from his hiding spot, landing quietly.

You turned toward the window after hearing a couple of knocks. None of your friends were coming over, and even if they were Peter was the only one who used the fire escape outside of your room. Cautiously you approached your window, peeking in from the side to find an assumed teenager standing outside in red and blue. You sighed in relief, your muscles relaxing once you recognized the figure as the neighborhood's hero. You opened the window with a brow cocked in confusion. Sure it was cool having him visit you, but it was night and as far as you knew since the last encounter, he didn't know where you lived. “Um, hi?”

“Hey!” The spider boy attempted at leaning against your window frame, missing it and almost tumbling into your room. He pulled himself upright and looked at you, “How's it going?”

“Fine.” You watched him warily, “Did you follow me that one day or something?”

“What? No! I-I just know someone who knows you.” He stuttered out.

You narrowed your eyes, “Riiight.. Why are you here exactly?”

“Well, um, you see-” He stopped himself short when there was a noise coming from the other side of your door, followed by a male voice calling your name. You reassured the man you were just on the phone, but underneath Peter's mask was a confused expression. You didn't live with anyone else except your older sister, Katrina, but you seemed very familiar with the person. You never really talked about your family either, now that he thought about it.

He blinked when you snapped your fingers in front of his face. He didn't even notice you moved out into the fire escape. Noticing he came back to reality you sat on the top step and patted the spot next to you. “You were saying?”

“Yeah. Um.” He took the empty spot and put his hands in his lap, glancing over at you. “I heard that you may like me, or want to be close to me.” You shrugged, not denying nor agreeing with the statement. “Do you?”

You sighed. “Look, I thought I did. After giving it some thought I'm pretty sure it was only because you saved me. You were really nice and heroic, but it's kind of your job to be, so it's whatever.” You finished, looking out at the part of the city you could see.

Peter bit his lip, going over what he would say so he wouldn't sound too much like himself. He felt bad trying so hard to get you to stop liking this side of him, but your safety came first. He let silence overtake the moment for a minute or so before speaking up. “It's really not good for you to be around me, anyway. Being friends with me attracts unwanted attention to you, and I can't put you in danger.”

You hummed, tapping a beat with your foot as you took time replying to him. “So you stalked me so you could tell me we can't possibly be friends. Thanks.” You patted his shoulder, standing up and sliding your window back up. When you were halfway through going inside your room you felt a hand on your wrist.

“I didn't mean to make you feel bad.”

You gave him a small smile. “I know. I have to get back inside. I'm sure you have to go, too.” You waved at the hero and fully entered your bedroom, closing and locking the latches on the window. Peter waited until you closed the curtains to leave, but the smile you gave didn't make him feel any less terrible. You didn't even know who was under this costume, but he could tell you were still hurt by the reason he stopped by. Though the intentions were good, he was sure he just added onto the small amount of stress you felt from knowing he had a secret from you.

It was significantly darker by the time he got to where he left his backpack, and he hurried home as quickly as he could, making it just in time to hear his phone ding. He jumped down from his ceiling and pressed the spider on his chest, letting the suit fall down and placing it somewhere safe. Once he was changed he grabbed his phone and threw himself on the bed, unlocking it once he saw your name on the screen.

You groaned after seeing the last message Peter sent you, laying back and throwing your arm over your eyes. If he was just as tired of keeping them as you were of never being told then why wouldn't he just tell you what was going on? You turned your head at the sound of your door opening and looked up to see your father figure leaning against the doorway. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah. Just stressed with school and everything." You smiled lightly, sitting up and gratefully taking the drink he brought.

He crossed his arms and stared you down, concern written all over his face. Though with the way his relationship with you was, he wouldn't really express his concerns unless it seemed absolutely necessary that you needed him to. He watched you stare at your phone, catching a glimpse of the name of the person you were talking to. Peter Parker. He resisted the urge to talk to you about it, and opted into the second thing he wanted to say. "If things are getting tough here, you can always stay with me."

"I know, and I really would, but I don't want to leave Katrina here. At least not if she isn't as willing to move all the way upstate. You know, with her boyfriend here and everything." You muttered, tracing the rim of the cup as you continued to stare at your phone.

"Maybe if you tell the kid you know me, he'll loosen up a bit."

You shook your head, "I'm pretty sure he knows. It doesn't matter anyway."

He hummed in thought, choosing not to press on the matter any further until you looked more open to the topic of the other teenager. "How about I have someone pick you two up when you're on your first break from school? Let you guys clear your heads and relax."

"Your level of relax or mine?" He chuckled, knowing you referred to all the free time he spent on upgrading and building new forms of technology, all while still keeping tabs on his young intern.

"Yours." You nodded with a grin and he smiled, tapping your door before he announced he was leaving.

Before he shut your door all the way you called him back, "Hey Tony?" He raised an eyebrow. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid."