#like obviously I don’t think he’s a creep/predator for that comment and like yeah he’s always been pretty rude

[ocdhuacheng]

Me clenching my fists and muttering repeatedly to myself when part 2 denji regresses back to the cringe horny denji from the beginning of part 1: “growth isn’t linear growth isn’t linear growth isn’t linear…”

[piedinthepiper]

Prima Ballerina ˖ ⊹

Yandere!Jimin x ballerina!reader

Summary: What’s the difference between a great ballerina and the greatest ballerina? The answer is Park Jimin. And he had his eyes on you in more than a professional way.

Warnings: heavy dubcon, Jimin is super cocky and thinks he knows everything (misogyny?), cursing, corruption, Jimin is also a creep, age gap (reader is of legal age), stalking (non descriptive), smut

Wc: 4.3k

A/n: Written for this request. I love black swan and ballet so I had to do this! Hope you enjoy! Don’t be a silent reader! Like, repost and comment!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Another disclaimer: I know nothing about ballet except for whatever ballet they show in the Barbie movies. Everything is off Google, so some technical terms and such might be incorrect.

You did a final jump before the dramatic music came to an end. His eyes were piercing through you. Watching your every movement, your every step, your every breath. But he watched you all, you thought to yourself. Everybody had to be perfect for the premiere of Swan lake. The hardest and most demanding ballet you had ever danced in your career. The choreography was almost impossible. So Mr. Park had yet again kept you there for hours overtime, and all of you were exhausted.

“Agh, my feet hurt. I hope this was the last round.”

Your friend, Maria, whispered to you. You smiled at her and was about to answer, when a loud clap was heard throughout the room. It silenced everyone.

“Ms. Sanderson, do you have something to tell the company?”

Mr. Park locked eyes with her. Staring her down from across the room like a predator. She looked a bit tongue tied for a second.

“Ehm- no. No, Mr. Park.”

He nodded at her answer.

“I do think I heard complaining back there, are you sure you didn’t say anything?”

She looked down to the floor and carefully shook her head.

“I don’t believe you, you’re pathetic. Out of my studio!”

He yelled at her and pointed a sharp finger towards the exit. Her eyes continued to stay on the floor. Accepting her fate.

“I said it!”

You yelled back and raised your hand. His eyes turned back to you.

“Bold of you, Ms. y/l/n. Thanks to you all the swans have to practice for another hour. The rest are dismissed.”

The room was filled with sighs and groans.

“Ok, let’s make that two.”

No one uttered a single word, afraid that the time would get longer.

“That’s what I thought. You, come with me.”

He briefly pointed at you, before he started to walk out of the practice room.

“The rest of you can take a 10 minute break.”

Maria looked at you with a apologetic look.

“Thank you, y/n.”

She said and grabbed your hand. You gave her a small smile. Of course you would stand up for her. She was your best friend in the company.

“Yeah, thanks a lot y/n.”

One of the other girls said sarcastically. You didn’t pay it any mind, you would also be furious if someone made you stay two hours overtime when you already were on overtime. You grabbed your leg warmers.

“No worries, you know I got you.”

You comforted Maria, before you started walking towards the exit. You knew Mr. Park went to his office. It wasn’t your first time being scolded.

“Sit down.”

He said once you entered. He was already sitting behind his desk. You sat down opposite of him, leaning down to slide into your leg warmers.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Park.”

You started off with. Trying to sound as apologetic as possible. He sighed.

“Do you think I do this for fun, y/n?”

You got up from your crouched position and looked him in the eyes.

“No I don’t.”

He was one of the best ballet teachers and directors in the whole world. It was obviously an honour just to be able to dance for him. But you knew he had a soft spot for you for some reason. That’s why you were comfortable taking Maria’s place.

“I would much rather be at home as well, relaxing and eating a good meal. But there would be no Swan lake, and there would be no good ballerinas without me.”

He pulled his hand through his black hair in stress. It was slicked back like usual, but throughout the day a few strands had loosened.

“If everyone stopped practicing at five o’clock like scheduled, the premiere would be nothing but chaos. Do you understand that, y/n?”

You nodded. He looked you up and down for a second. Taking in your form. He slowly got up and walked towards you. He grabbed your chin harshly, making you look back up at him.

“I’ve been observing you for the last days, you truly are far too beautiful and talented to be just a swan.”

You raised your eyebrows at his sudden compliment.

“You’re prima ballerina material, for sure.”

His hand slid to the side of your face, cupping your jaw.

“Too bad I have to fire you.”

“What?!”

Your eyebrows crossed as you shook your head out of his grip. His hand went into his pocket, making him look surprisingly relaxed.

“The two of us, let alone the entire company, knows that this isn’t your first time being sent to my office.”

You looked at him in shock. You couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“If I don’t give you the consequences, it’s going to look suspicious.”

You shook your head. He was going to fire you just because something as simple as complaining?

“You can’t do that.”

“I’ll do whatever I want with my ballerinas.”

He smirked again, before walking to stand right in front of you. You looked up and down his long body. Before looking back at him with your most innocent, but still sultry eyes.

“Please don’t fire me, Mr. Park. You wouldn’t do that to me would you?”

He cocked his head at your plea. Scanning you up and down yet again. He had a puzzled look on his face.

“Don’t test me.”

You grabbed his hand as you fell down to your knees. You knew he liked it when you begged. And since this was a life or death situation for your career, you didn’t mind being a little extra.

“I’ll do anything. Please just let me continue to dance for you. I’m nothing without you. I can’t- you can’t-”

You knew what buttons to push. His ego was too big to not take the bait.

“You’re right. It would be a shame to waste your potential.”

He lifted your head up again by your chin. A sudden sexual tension hit you, once you saw the outline of his bulge. You knew your actions had an effect on him, but not to that extent.

“It would be a shame to waste such a pretty face.”

You tried your best to look him in the eyes. It was hard to not shy away at a situation like that, even for you.

“Please, Mr. Park.”

He inhaled sharply, before he broke out in a smile.

“I forgive you, y/n. I can’t live with myself if I don’t give you another chance.”

You smiled up at him as well, preceding to get back up on your feet. But his arm found your shoulder and stopped you in your ascend.

“Wait.”

He warned you, and you quickly sat back down on your knees.

“I like seeing you like this, it’s not often you look so- submissive.”

Chills ran down your spine at his words. You definitely did not take that as a compliment. You were quite fiery, yes. And in any normal situation you would never let a man speak to you like he did. But the fear of losing your job, combined with the reverence you felt towards him, made you defy yourself.

“After this season I want you to take private lessons with me. Every Tuesday and Thursday.”

You nodded carefully, not looking up at him.

“Don’t look so down, darling. I’ll make you my next prima ballerina.”

“He said what?”

Maria half whispered in shock.

“Ms. Sanderson.”

Mrs. Petrova, your instructor, who was so old she probably was alive when swan lake was composed, hushed her. Maria looked at her before looking down at her moving feet. The company was warming up, standing in clean lines against the railing, moving to the rhythm of the slow classical music.

“Not only did he not fire you.”

She whispered once Mrs. Petrova was at the other end of the room.

“But he also said he would make you a prima ballerina?”

You nodded.

“Switch to third position!”

The two of you switched.

“Wow, you are so lucky. Mr. Park hasn’t had a prima ballerina in years.”

You smiled at her, and lifted you head higher when Mrs. Petrova walked by. You remained silent until you knew she was far enough away.

“I’m happy of course, it’s just- I don’t know. There’s something weird about him.”

“Yeah he’s like really cocky.”

She answered and held back a laugh.

“That too, but he’s just eerie. Like I don’t know if I want to spend so much time with him alone.”

“Ms. y/l/n! Would you like to share something with the company? Or do I have to send the two of you to Mr. Parks office?”

Mrs. Petrova suddenly bursted out. You locked eyes with Maria. Not knowing what to answer the old hag.

“We were just talking about-“

“Boys, just boys.”

You interrupted Maria. Not wanting her to say anything about you or Mr. Park. Mrs. Petrova gave the two of you a strict look, before the music started playing again.

“Please focus on your movements, not the opposite gender.”

She scolded before walking away from the two of you.

“And fourth position!”

“He just kept looking at me weirdly, and telling me that I’m beautiful and shit.”

You said as the two of you were walking down towards the cafeteria for lunch.

“Oh my god! He probably has a crush on you or something!”

Maria said a little bit too loud. You poked her in her side with your elbow.

“Please, keep it down.”

She started laughing, and you quickly followed. As you turned a corner you crashed into something. Or rather someone. A hand snuck around you waist, keeping you from falling. You looked up, finding the familiar brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Park. I didn’t see where I was going.”

He looked at you for a second, before smiling. He didn’t let go of your waist, and when you became aware of that you awkwardly stepped away from him.

“No harm done.”

He simply said and walked away. You looked over at Maria.

“I get it.”

She simply said as you started walking again.

“Right?”

You asked, looking back at her as she tried to keep up with you.

“What ever look he just gave you was not the look you give to someone you have a crush on.”

The season had ended, for a minute you felt relief. Knowing you had time off now to just relax before the next season. But as you read the message on your phone, you felt that relief fade away.

“Studio 5, next Thursday at 07.00 am. Don’t be late.”

You sighed, was this really what you wanted? Of course it was a dream come true to potential become Mr. Parks new prima ballerina. But you couldn’t help but feel weird about that time in his office. It seemed like he had other intentions in mind. Mr. Park was an attractive man yes, but he was way older than you and you didn’t want his attention in that way. He was your teacher, your mentor. Not a potential hook up. You didn’t see him in that way, and you hoped against all odds that he didn’t see you like that either.

What you didn’t know was that in that moment, outside on the dark street. He was there. Looking at you through your window. Watching your puzzled look at his text. He didn’t know his intentions fully yet either. But he did know they were not good.

“Higher.”

He simply said as he watch you dance to the music. It was your fifth lesson together, and everything was going well. You hadn’t seen the side of him that you saw when he proposed this idea. And you were enjoying yourself, getting these private lessons had really helped you improve. In the next second arabesque, you lifted your leg even higher. Showing him that you listened. But he still shut the music off. You stepped down from your tips, looking at him as he walked up to you.

“Turn around.”

He said once he reached you. And you did as instructed. You looked at him through the big mirrors.

“Do your second arabesque.”

You stood back up on your toes, and gracefully bent into a second arabesque.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

He said, and you did. You instinctively pushed your leg even further up, once you saw your own reflection.

“Now back to full position.”

You moved your face upwards again, looking away from the mirror. You felt his hands touch your waist. He straightened your back, before one of his hands went to your lifted leg.

“Look back at yourself.”

He almost whispered in your ear, now with one hand on your waist, and the other holding your leg higher than what you were comfortable with. You smiled once you saw yourself. Your arabesque looked different, more sophisticated.

“When you do your second arabesque, or any arabesque for that matter. Remember this. Straight back and high leg.”

He said in a low comforting tone once he saw your smile. You nodded, and stepped down from your tippy toes. He let go of your leg, but moved that hand to the other side of your waist.

“Think of me holding your waist, it’ll help you stabilise.”

He whispered now, you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck. You turned to look at him.

“Thank you.”

You muttered. His eyes immediately fell to your lips, and in a split second his lips were on yours. You were caught off guard, and didn’t respond at first. But once it dawned on you what was happening you quickly moved your face away from his. You felt his hands on your waist tighten.

“Please don’t ever do that again.”

You looked up at the mirror, wanting to see his reaction. He was looking you dead in the eye, with anger written all over his face. He leaned down to kiss your bare shoulder, still maintaining eye contact. Before he deeply whispered.

“I’ll do whatever I want with my ballerinas.”

His hand moved up to your face as he turned to kiss you yet again. You pushed him away, and tried to make a run for it. But he snaked his arm around your chest.

“Let me go!”

You struggled against him, now scared of what would happen if you didn’t get away. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you elbowed him as hard as you could in his side. His hand loosened and you ran. But not quick enough. He grabbed you by your arm and threw you into the big mirror. It was pure luck that it didn’t shatter. His body locked you in.

“Hush, I won’t hurt you.”

He said, and for a second you stopped fighting. You were out of breath, but still managed to give him a death glare.

“Let me go!”

You tried once again. He shook his head.

“Do you think I just give away free lessons? Don’t you think you need to repay me?”

You felt something hard against your abdomen. You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what to do. His face shifted once he saw your eyes watering.

“No, no. I’m not a rapist, y/n! God no. But if you want to be my prima ballerina. You have to get your priorities straight.”

You clung onto the little bit of relief you felt from his words.

“I’ve tried my best to stay away, y/n. I really have. But there’s just something about you.”

You felt his hips grind against yours.

“You make me fucking crazy. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

He let out a small moan at the friction. A tear fell down your face.

“Please, Mr. Park. Let me go.”

You sobbed. He hushed you again.

“I’ll let you go. Just listen to me.”

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself as much as you could.

“By next Thursday I want an answer. Either you show up or you don’t. Don’t be late.”

He pushed himself off the wall and gave you one last look before slowly walking out the studio. Leaving you alone in the big dance room. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

“I don’t know what to do, Maria. This is like a fucking nightmare!”

You said sobbing onto Marias lap as she comforted you. You called her the minute you got home, knowing that she already knew most of the backstory. She immediately came over to your place, wanting to be there for you in a situation like this. You were forever great full for having a friend like her.

“You have to report this. Surely the police could do something about him.”

She said in a calm voice, stroking your hair lightly. You sat up in your bed, wiping your tears away from your swollen face.

“Would they though?”

You asked defeated. Mr. Park was a rich and famous man. You wanted to believe Marias theory, but the hard sad truth was that you didn’t stand a chance against him. Especially with no proof.

“Either I don’t show up and give up my career or-“

You paused, collecting your thoughts.

“Or you give that bastard what he wants.”

Maria finished for you. Knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“Look, being Jimin Parks prima ballerina is huge. It really is, but- I don’t know, is it really worth it? Is it really worth loosing your dignity for a life of fame?”

She asked you with a worried face. You blinked away your tears, not wanting to cry anymore.

“What else would I do? I’ve been dancing my entire life, everything I’ve ever done has lead up to this moment. I can’t-“

You shook your head, not letting the emotions take control over you again.

“I have to show up, I have to talk some sense into him. I can’t give up now. I just can’t.”

You looked down at your hands in your lap as you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You could go to college, get a degree, get a nine to five. Anything but this, please I can’t watch you go through with this. It’s not safe to see him again.”

You looked up at her again.

“And be a complete failure? Not only to my parents, to you, to the company, but also to myself. This is all I’ve ever dreamed of, Maria.”

“You won’t be a failure! You’re an amazing dancer, you have real talent. But it’s not worth it.”

You shook your head. You had already made up your mind.

“I’m sorry.”

You mumbled. Maria sighed and got up from the bed.

“You do you, girl. But you better not call me crying next Thursday. I won’t feel bad for you.”

She said before walking out your room. You were alone with this now. But like you told her, you couldn’t give up on your dream. No matter the cost.

Thursday. You were sweating. A lump had formed itself inside your stomach, and it was impossible to to ignore it. You took what felt like your last breath before you opened the door to the studio. He stood in the other end, hands crossed over his chest, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You’re late.”

His voice rang through the big room, leaving an echo. You stepped into the room, the door shutting behind you. Another echo filling the otherwise dead silent room. You didn’t walk towards him, you stayed by the door. The silence making the lump in your stomach grow even larger.

“What are you doing?”

He asked, still with a slight smirk.

“Come here, we have dancing to do.”

You didn’t know what to do. Your entire body was screaming for you to run out the door and never look back. But your brain didn’t let you move.

“Come over here, y/n. Right now!”

He said in a strict tone, once you didn’t listen. Your own feet moved against your own will, as you slowly started moving forward. You put your bag down on your way.

“Good girl.”

He said, barely audible. But you heard it. All your senses were sharpened. He watched you like a predator, as you can closer and closer. You stopped at a reasonable distance. Close enough to have a conversation with him, but still just out of reach.

“Why so gloomy? You’ve made the biggest decision in your life, baby.”

He stepped closer to you. Every single muscle in your body tensed as his hand met your face in a loving embrace.

“I’m going to make you a star.”

He whispered. You shook your head.

“I don’t want to have sex with you, Mr. Park.”

His smile faded at your words. You straightened your back, trying your best to seem confident and not afraid of the man standing in front of you.

“This is all I’ve ever dreamt of. It’s all I’ve ever worked for. But I refuse to think that this is the only way I can get what I want.”

You said as you tried to conceal the shaky breath escaping your mouth.

“Please, I don’t want to sleep my way to fame. I want to earn it. So tell me, do you see a true and genuine prima ballerina in me. Or am I just a piece of meat?”

He looked at you directly in your eyes. You didn’t break eye contact. You were not giving up, not yet. He broke out in laughter after a few seconds of staring into your soul.

“Oh, y/n. Please.”

He continued laughing, as if this whole thing was a joke. You stayed as serious as ever.

“This is what I like about you. You’re so stubborn, so strong. You don’t see that often around here.”

He turned serious in a split second.

“Why would I be lying to you? Huh? I can sleep with whoever I want. If I wanted just a one night stand I’d pick one of the other girls. Someone easier to manipulate.”

His hand slid around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I’m a man of my word, y/n. I see potential in you, I wouldn’t just say that to anyone.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips. You instinctively turned your head away, opting to looking at the two of you in the mirror. He looked back at you in the reflection.

“I see my next prima ballerina.”

He said and pointed at the mirror.

“You’re not just beautiful and talented, you have a strong mind. You’re perfect.”

You sighed, looking back at him.

“Why would you waste it all?”

He asked and softly caressed your chin. Your gaze flicked down, wanting to look anywhere but him. He was right, why would you waste the opportunity to have everything you’ve ever wanted?

“It’s honestly a package deal. You get fame and fortune, and good sex. I don’t see what the problem is honestly.”

You looked back up at him again. Trying to conceal the ick you just got.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

His face turned into a devilish grin.

“Join me in my office.”

He hastily got rid of your bollero, throwing it onto the floor. The second you stepped into his office his lips were on yours. Your fate was sealed, there was no return now. He grabbed at your hips harshly, digging his fingers into you with desperation and lust. He lifted you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over to his desk, leaving your lips for a moment to push whatever was on it onto the floor. It all hit the floor and made a loud crashing noise. He placed you onto the desk, continuing his heated attack of your lips.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, baby.”

He said in between kisses. Working on your wrap around skirt and tights. You lifted yourself off the desk so he could slide your garments off. Leaving you in your underwear and tank top.

“You have no idea how crazy you’ve made me. How many sins I’ve done in your favour.”

His lips crashed back onto yours. You started thinking of your career as you heard him removing his belt. Preparing yourself for what was to come. He pushed your upper body down onto the desk, making your head dip over the edge of the desk. You looked at his office upside down, staring at the expensive painting hanging on the wall. You felt him sliding your underwear to the side.

“What a pretty pussy you have, baby.”

He said before sliding himself into you, making you moan as you felt yourself being filled up.

“Better than I ever imagined.”

He groaned as he started to slowly move. You continued to look at the painting of the ballerina with a bouquet in her hands bowing down in a gracious pose. Your hands found his forearms, digging your nails into his skin. Your breath got heavy as you felt his speed increase.

But still you focused on the ballerina. You imagined it was you. Maybe that would be you after this. Bowing deeply to the applause of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people in the audience. They all applauding you. You moaned loudly once he hit a good spot.

“You like that? You want it, huh?”

“Yes.”

You said in a shaky voice. You wanted this, you wanted this more than anything. This was all worth it in the end. You would be a star, a prima ballerina. Someone little girls looked up to, and adults wanted to be. You would be like that ballerina in the painting. Gracious and beautiful in every way. Everything you ever aspired to be. Everything you were meant to be.

“God, I’m gonna-“

You belonged here. On that desk. In that studio. Alone on a stage, bowing to the audience after the greatest performance of their lives. You were Mr. Park’s new prima ballerina.

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Cold Handed Crew (Richard Madden X Reader)

Hey love! I saw you taking request so here I am. Mr Madden is on my mind recently so I was thinking the reader is a coworker of his, having his eyes on her for a while. So reader is going through some rough time with one of the cast member, some kind of harassing going on or something, and Richard catches on with these happenings. I know it's angsty, but it can end with good old fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️😁 thanks love - @badasseddy

So the reader is a makeup artist (Richard’s for The Bodyguard.)! Also the Coworker will be called Tom (cause i don’t want to use a real actor!) All in your pov. (used They/Them)

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, and alcohol.

Sitting in the blazing sun for hours a day wasn’t considered fun, but then again neither was today. Today I would have loved the heat or the sun burning everyone’s skin. But instead we were left with the rain and snow-like slush. Filming in a city meant everyone also had to deal with the wind blowing in the valley between sky-scrapers. The one enjoyable part of today is the heat I feel while reapplying Richard’s makeup. He always comments on how cold my hands are against his skin, but what can he expect when I’ve been stuck sitting in the cold for hours. 

Richard came back to get fake blood added to the already layered on blood. He silently sits in his chair as I pull out my jug of false blood. I start talking as I open it, “Is this your last scene for today?”

“Yeah, after this a couple of the crew members were planning to go get a beer or two and talk. Would you like to join?” He asked, with his smooth-smooth accent, I almost dropped my brush onto his costume as I turned to paint on his face.

“I would love to, if that isn’t any trouble?” I said after I controlled my inner freak out. Finally doing my job as he speaks again.

“It would be no- AH Why are your hands so cold?” He began to shrink away from my icy grasps.

“Sorry, but the faster we apply this the faster you can get away from my oh-so cold hands.” I said, finishing as quick as possible. When I finished, Richard reached for my hands wrapping his own around them. 

“I have a few minutes until I have to get back, lets get you warmed up. I think i have some hand warmers in my trailer.” Richard pulled me outside to his trailer, where he left me to wait. He exited three minutes later, with hand warmers and his jacket. “Here you go”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that!” I say trying my best not to blush at this attractive and kind man. He wrapped the jacket around me and activated the warmers, but Tom, his co-star, called out.

“Richard, the scene is starting soon!!!” This caused Richard and I to both run to the set. Leaving our close moment together behind.

Tom always seemed to be out to stop any interaction between Richard and I. Something about him creeps me out, his eyes were naturally sunken in and his smile just gave me bad shivers. Any chance he could get he would touch me or talk to me, nothing to serious. Just causes an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

“So Y/N, would you care to get drinks with me after work? The others will be there but we can always sneak off...” Tom attempted to flirt with me, throwing a off-putting wink at the end.

“I’m going with Richard, he already invited me. Err sorry...” I said, trying to put some distance between the two of us.

“Well maybe after you would like to come to my place to have some tea?” He didn’t get the hint, moving closer.

“I actually can’t, sorry...” I said moving to sit in Richard’s seat to show I was done with the conversation, “I’ll see you at the bar though.”

Tom got obviously angry and stormed off to shoot a scene. Richard was already waiting in position and chatting with one of the director.

The rest of the day sped by, until Richard came back to the makeup department in hopes of getting the makeup off quickly. He had already changed into his usual jeans and tight white v-neck. As he sat down, I went to find some makeup remover.

“Since we are still here, would you like a ride to the bar?” Richard offered with a small smile. I pull off my or his, jacket and placed it next to him as I begin to remove the cap.

“I would love that.” I say, as I poured a generous amount of the remover on a rag. I approached his face slowly, “This might be cold...” 

“The hand warmers didn’t work?” Richard asks as I started removing the makeup.

“They worked for a while but my hands just always end up cold.” I gently scrubbed the makeup away leaving the actor bare-face.

“Ah okay...” He trailed off in thought, “Have you finished?”

“Yes, would you like to head out or do you have anything left to do?” I answered quickly.

“Let’s head out.” Richard stood up, grabbing the jacket. Walking towards the door opening it for me, and offering his hand as I walk down the steps.

“Thank you!”

He offered his arm as we walked to his car, obviously I took it. When arriving to his car, he opened the door and closed it behind me like a gentleman. Most of the drive was silent, but with every turn his muscles flex causing me to almost pass out. When we parked, he stepped out of the car and I moved to open the door, but he pulled it open and offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle.

“The pub is just round the corner, are you ready?” He says, as we stop on the side walk. 

“I suppose...” I cringed at how bland I sounded, and Richard’s now arched brow, “I’m just not ready to see Tom again... He got upset last time we spoke..” 

“Don’t worry, he’s probably already over it” He sounded unsure, and hesitant. With that we both start walking quietly to the pub. As we enter we see the Tom and the other crew members. Tom started waving wildly at me. Richard places his hand on my back to help guide me through the crowded pub.

“Hey! How are you guys?” Richard asked as we arrive, not removing his hand.

“We are okay. What took you two so long?” Tom asked not removing his gaze from Richard’s hand.

“Y/N was kind enough to help me with all of my makeup.” Richard had a small smirk.

“How about we go get some drinks, does everyone just want beers?” I offered, starting to walk to the bar after everyone hooted and hollered. 

“I’m gonna go help her, I’m sure they will need help carrying all the drinks.” Tom got up, slipping through the crowd like a predator through jungle brush. When he reached me, he said, “So you let Dick over there drive you but not me?”

“He doesn’t like that nickname and he was there when I finished work and offered.” I said trying to avoid a fight.

“Ahh, so if anyone offers you’ll give them a ride?” He tries to slip a hand onto my waist, in return I try to shrink away. Luckily the bartender appeared with our drinks.

“Here are you beers, 8 in total.” The tender looked at the two of us with a questioning look but going back to work shortly after. Grabbing four of the drinks, I rush back to the table. Placing two for whomever wants them and giving one to Richard.

“Thank you Love.” He says as he takes a sip. He gently help one of my obviously shaking hands and asks, “Are you cold again?” 

“Oh, um only a little. Your hand are really warm.” I said clinging to his hands, when Tom arrives at the table with the other four, looking sour.

“Here.” Tom says as he aggressively places the bottles down. Then sliding in next to me, drinking half of his drink. “I guess I was right.” 

“No...” I whisper to him, that doesn’t stops him from placing his hand on my thigh. I try to shake him off, unsuccessfully. 

“Shhh...” His hand starts moving up my thigh. With every inch he moves up, my grip on Rich tightens. This obviously caused Richard to look at me, the fear in my eyes caused him to look for what was wrong. Only to land on Tom’s Hand.

“What the F***, What is wrong with you man?!?” Richard burst at Tom, causing everyone to look at the three of us.

“Nothing, I was just showing them a real man.” Tom sneers.

“Get your hands off her and get up!” Richard slide past me, grabbing Tom by his collar. He wanted to damage this boy so badly, but stopped himself. He looked back at me, I was almost in tears.

“Y/N let’s get you home...” Richard let Tom down, and moved towards you to walk you out of the building, away from this man.

When in the car, I finally spoke, “I’m sorry”.

“Oh Love, you have done nothing wrong. Let’s get you home so you can take a nice bath and after that how about we put on some happy, and nice movies.” He said as he put my address into GPS. “Does that sound nice?”

“You’ll stay with me?” I ask looking at his blue eyes.

“If that makes you feel safe, I will.” He said.

“You always make me feel safe...” I let out after a long silence.

When we arrived he opened the car door and helped me into the house. He led me to the shower and grabbed a pair of comfy clothing. When I was out of the shower and all dress, he had ordered take-out food and set up a small cuddle fort. A Disney movie was in and ready to play on my word.

“Hey love, are you feeling better?” I find my actor, in a pair of sweats that were in his bag all the time. 

“A little, thank you.”

“I would do anything for you...” He said, this was the way he said ‘I love you’. He gently moved us both to the couch. and started to the movie.

The entire night was him saying I love you, without words.

But after we finished eating and were cuddled into each other he finally said, “I love you, Cold hands and all.”

He loved me the entire time, i just couldn’t see it before.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know the wildest thing still to happen to me on this hellsite was my first experience of sexting, sans nudes, that was done in front of at least 250-500 followers because of those horny anons i had in early 2013 when i was 17. instead of being exposed to it on my phone privately with a partner at that age, it was done publicly for the internet to see lmao. i remember begging the anons to stop and “come off anon” because i was “losing followers” at the time too bc i was so insecure about my follower count lmao. and then yeah when they came off anon they were both 28 years old.

to write the responses, i just consulted cosmo mag sex pages for ideas hoping that the anons would like the options i chose. in one i detailed doing anal- a sex act i hadn’t even done yet irl- let alone every other thing i suggested in them (head, idek long, drawn out foreplay, some stupid fancy sex moves that cosmo was all like “use these moves to spice up your sex life 🔥🔥”, sex in a bath, i’m pretty sure i had some lines about tying or handcuffing them to a bed (????) etc etc etc)….

when again, i had never even done any of those above sex acts in real life. i was a naive teen who was incredibly shy in regards towards her love life because she’d “never been kissed” and had never had the “hot emo boyfriend whose in a band and is covered in tattoos” she’d always wanted, let alone even a boyfriend that she had actually fucking liked (ie clear braces boy, for like a month in year 9/2010 vs the popular boys that made fun of her, that she always had unrequited crushes on)…. hell, my blog title when i first started on here in 2011 was “the perfect epitome of being forever alone” because of these very reasons. but here she was, writing explicit sex acts to strangers like she knew what the fuck she was doing, to an audience of 250-500 people- and then to fucking grown ass men in inboxes. i was just parroting the shit i’d read in cosmo (both sex advice and sometimes excerpts of erotica/“sexy, steamy reads” they had some months) and also heard repeatedly in the porn that my high school stalker/creeper at public school loved to show (harass) me with to flirt with me, whenever we were alone together at school in 2012/2013.

like you could tell how naive i was….. because i used ridiculous lines like “like a gentleman entranced, you lead me to the bath for our next foray” and dumbass prose-y things like that. because what the fuck does that even mean 😂😅????

and this is why i think minors should be careful with their online experiences. like yeah, you could say that i wasn’t a minor anymore- more of a “young adult”- who should of made the smart decision to not engage with these anons. but i was a kid. i thought it was fun. and when the dudes came off anon, i thought to myself “it’s not like i’m ever gonna meet them if i ever go to the US or puerto rico at any point. it’s not like that they’ll ever recognise me in person or ever reach out to me again in the future. i might as well do it.” and i did eventually end up ignoring the guys in my inbox, due to my mental health kinda plummeting from the middle til the end of 2013 because of my end of high school exams and stuff… and also the puerto rican guy’s infamously inappropriate “hot PE teacher fucks HOT female high school student in the girls change room showers” fantasy which fucking disgusted me, when he full well knew that i was STILL IN high school.

and obviously again, there’s the point about using the “block” button function. but as i’ve stated several times over my years on here, back in my early days of tumblr, i never wanted to block or unfollow people (even if they were trash like these two men), because it seemed so “mean” and “final”. obvs now i have no qualms about blocking people, and actively encourage younger people on here to use the block button with reckless abandon towards creepy people or people who can hurt them in some way. but to high school teenage me, the whole “using the block button” thing seemed to go against me being a “nice girl/person” so i never used it, no matter which social media platform i was on.

this is why i’m hella scared for young teen girls on tik tok wanting to have onlyfans accounts: because it’s where they’ll be exposed to ACTUAL CREEPS AND PREDATORS incredibly quickly; all because they can make money off selling images of just their feet or eventually their body….. depending on what these creepy strangers demand from them….. and they’ll feel like they’ll have to do it…. but to do it before you even start experimenting properly with relationships and sex is even worse. like. yeah. i’ve admitted before that i originally started this tumblr to possibly post nudes, to see if i’d get the positive feedback that i so desperately wanted/craved from the boys in my year at catholic school- eg. to be called “sexy”, “hot”, “fuckable” possibly “beautiful”- like some of the so called “popular girls” got on their hella basic bikini photos back then (like i remember one girl i knew ended up with like 500 likes and a fair amount of comments on one of her bikini pics and i was INCREDIBLY BITTER because not even a pic of me with a nice outfit on, my hair done and makeup on could EVER get those numbers, let alone even break over the double digits).

but i decided posting nudes or other explicit images on here was an absolute no go, because i realised that i never wanted people that i knew digging up barely clothed/naked pics of me and sending them to me all like “hey, is this you?” and then possibly mocking me, all because i would’ve been dumb enough to put my face in them probably at the time. now when i take nudes and send them, i never show my face. because i know now, that even in relationships, your partner can use nude pics as leverage for arguments or to abuse you in such a way that they’ll upload your pics without your knowledge to god knows where on the internet probably as a way to get back at you in a horrible breakup.

this is what i sincerely hope some young girls who ever contemplate starting onlyfans accounts take some time SERIOUSLY CONSIDER. please know that if you share shit on onlyfans, it can shared and re-shared (i think idek how OF works tbh) to god knows who- and eventually end up in the hands of people you know. i don’t fucking care if it’s a “good way to make money!” or if people think that im trying to stop teen girls from being “girl bosses” and the other dumb as fuck internet memes you want to throw at me. because this shit isn’t “haha internet meme funny” material. it’s some fucking serious stuff. and also, i’m not saying “don’t become a sex worker when you’re older” or whatever either. you’re free to make that choice when you’re in your 20s (no i even mean 17-19 year olds in this post as “young teen girls”- sorry you’re basically kids to me at almost 26). just please consider where the fuck your stuff can be shared to. who it can end up being shared with or to.

this is why i was so fucking adamant with my infamous old follower mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF that i personally would NOT consider becoming a camgirl for him or just generally… because i had no idea where the fuck my images or videos would end up. and do you know the places i’d never want them to fucking be??? in the hands of my high school stalker/creeper. in the hands of those two 28yo men from 2013 (who’d now be in there late 30s or early 40s). i absolutely don’t want them in the hands the mid-to-late 20s and early 30s men that that girl i met at public school in 2012 who was pissed that i didn’t believe that were “adults” because we were finally over the legal age of consent (16) in our state of australia, and so we were apparently fine to “fuck” literal grown ass men because “just fuck them and they’ll be nice to you!!” which i knew was fucking bullshit.

i absolutely don’t fucking want explicit videos/images of me ending up in “why the fuck won’t you let me give you “sex lessons” in the back of my car as a “favour” and as payment for teaching you how to drive you stupid, stuck up & frigid, virgin bitch!?” guy’s hands from 2014 (when i was 18/19 at the time and he was 25… he ended up being the first person of many i’d EVER block on social media lol). or i don't want them in the hands of those weird early 20s dudes (one of which was trying to set me up with his friend) who hit on me at 16/17 (2012) who were angry that i didn’t like and watch porn as much as they did…. and who promptly asked me at the end of their period of harassing of me: “do you know any sluts we could add?” because i kept refusing their suggestions etc.

hell, quite frankly i don’t even want them to go to mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF either, but the very few and far between nudes that i sent on snapchat to him back in 2016 are some nudes that i’d rather forget lmao. hell. i don’t even know if MAF ever deleted my nudes or shared them somewhere else or not, after he fucking wheedled them out of me with “i’ve followed you for 4 years, don’t be a shit! you owe me nudes!” so he’d just shut the fuck up about my social life decisions and leave me the fuck alone.

i don’t want ANY ONE of the guys i mentioned above to get their hands on photos of minors either…. because i definitely know my hs stalker/creeper would… because his fave “make her jealous” tactic that he’s always used on me is that “hey…. i’m dating a *insert teenage girl’s age here*! be fucking jealous that you don’t fucking have me and feel guilty that you won’t fuck me like this girl does!!!” just like he did in 2015, when i ran into him on the home from uni… when i turned 20 the next week and he turned 20 that december. at that time it was a 14yo girl he used as an example of him “dating”/“fucking” to make me jealous. instead, i was completely and utterly fucking disgusted. like any fucking sane and normal human being would/should be at that horrible age gap. that is literally a fucking child that he was fucking grooming. and we were literal adults. back the fuck away.

just please. PLEASE CONSIDER the types of people that trawl these kinds of sites and their intentions. please consider that you are young. very fucking young. you literally DO NOT need to upload nudes to the internet because it’s apparently a “lucrative” business. fuck the jokey “boss babe” rhetoric around it all the way to fucking hell.

because if you’re a minor: i do not want you to have your first experience of sexting or sending explicit images literally in front of god knows how many total strangers for the whole world to see (okay i know only fans is like subscriber/follower based or whatever. but i don’t care)…… even when you (depending how good you are with relationships etc) haven’t reached the common supposed milestones of your “first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” or “first kiss” or have even “lost your virginity” (which isn’t real anyway- don’t buy this fucking bullshit)…. just like i stupidly did with my exposure to sexting here on my tumblr back in 2013. these people don’t/won’t give a flying fuck about your privacy or safety. they don’t/won’t give a fuck about your boundaries either.

please don’t possibly scar yourself for life, just because you’re being told that it’s a quick & convenient way to make some money for weirdos on the depths of the internet. you will regret it in future. just like i do now with mine. it should’ve been something personal between me and and a guy i trusted and liked at the time. not to some random 250-500 random strangers on this hellsite (okay the notes on these posts were literally single digits or non-existent, but still… and also some of my irl friends who had tumblr saw these posts as well) for a show….. and then privately with two 28yo literal grown ass men…. who should’ve been fucking hitting on women their own goddamned age and in their own countries and NOT a 17yo high school KID (at the time) from australia; who, now in her 20s, needs therapy to sort this shit out lmao. mind you they both reeled me in with the “you’re so mature for your age” bullshit line…. which i fell for a little bit, even if it did make me feel kinda gross at the time, too. don’t fall for that bullshit either.

[black-streak]

Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - Settled

Part 14.

This is the last official chapter for this. Anything else will be random snippets I come with (also willing to take requests) but this is technically the end of the plotline, folks. It's been wild. Thanks for the support!

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Today had been normal. Completely, bafflingly normal. Tim had pulled himself away from his computer to drive to work in the morning, dealt with the mundane process of working a board meeting into his favor, left for the manor, transferred a compiled section of files over to the mainframe down in the batcave for review, had dinner with the family and went separate ways before patrol that night.

Imagine his surprise to walk down to the cave only to find everyone already present and accounted for and more ominously, staring him down. Surely they hadn't planned another sleep intervention? Sure he skipped the last two nights, but he had made great strides of improvements in the last three-ish months! They could not expect a lifelong habit to change in such a short period of time. Dammit, he needed coffee if this conversation was to happen.

Turning on his heel, he started back up the stairs only to feel a hand grab his shoulder and pull him back towards the family. He saw faces come into his view one at a time as he was dragged past and promptly dumped into the chair at the Batcomputer. The hand belonged to Jason, who glared down at him and kept the same hand against the chair by his head.

"You want to explain yourself?"

No nicknames or playful digs. Something was very wrong indeed. Tim blinked up at him until he saw Dick in the background, face dark and twisted in a mix of confusion and anger, pointedly staring at the computer past his shoulder. Following his gaze, he saw one of his laptop files opened up on the desktop; specifically the file dedicated to Marinette, pictures of her splayed out for all to see, little comments and captions taking up the spaces between. And okay, that was mildly embarrassing, but not too far off from what one would normally expect from him concerning his girlfriend, right? So what seemed to be the problem? Well, besides that it obviously didn't belong on this screen. Turning back to the others, he blinked up at Jason who hadn't moved. Actually, he seemed to only grow more irritated.

"Ah, sorry, hadn't realized this file ended up in the compiled folder I sent over. I'll take care of it."

The fist by his head clenched harder.

"You'll take care of it? That's all you got to say for yourself?"

"Yes..?"

"Nothing about the fact that you're obviously stalking, Marinette? Nothing to explain the horrific amount of her privacy you obviously violated? How fucking creepy this all is?"

"Wait, wha-"

"Tim, you have to realize how bad this looks. Just explain to us why you have a file on her," Dick spoke in a faux soothing voice, taking a step closer only to be stopped by Bruce, who remained silent through the encounter, though obviously waiting for an explanation as well.

"Of course I have information about her on my laptop? Why wouldn't I? You know I have files on all of you, right? It's kind of what I do."

"We've seen the files on us. They're nowhere near as detailed or extensive. You're hyper fixating on Marinette," Bruce spoke slowly, as though trying to get Tim to put it together himself.

"So?"

That, apparently, was the wrong thing to say.

"The point is that it's creepy, Tim!" That was Dick.

"You fuckin pervert, you don't see anything wrong with taking pictures of her while she's sleeping?!" Jason.

"I thought perhaps you two had just found a common point of comfort in the naps, but perhaps I should have separated the two of you. You've obviously become attached to the point of obsession." Bruce.

"She's Damian's girlfriend, Tim, how could you?" And Steph- wait, what? Stephanie?

That's when it clicked. That's when he noticed Damian standing off from the rest, expression closed off, but humor hiding in the glint of his eyes. Stephanie stood a little off to his left, voice hard and accusing, but face barely holding back a gleeful, biting expression. 

Oh god, the bet.

Wide-eyed, he turned back to Damian, "They don't know?"

He shook his head.

"But after Stephanie found out?"

He shook his head again.

"Found out what?" The hard voice of Dick brought him back to his current predicament.

"I could have sworn I already told you," he muttered to himself, "you know that Damian-"

"Tim." Damian's sharp voice cut him off, reminding him of the parameters of the bet. Which left the question of what was worse, pissing off Mari and Damian simultaneously or dealing with his clueless older brothers and father figure right now. Yeah, he'd take his chance with the latter. Wait, was Cass behind him? 'I'll still take that risk.' He couldn't help but think.

Turning back to the steadily growing impatience before him, he sighed, "I thought you already knew."

"So what, you've been trying to steal her from your little brother? And thought our silence on the matter was approval? Of course we didn't know you were taking creep shots of her!" Jason shouted.

"They're not creep shots if she doesn't care."

That only threw them for a loop for a half second.

"She couldn't have realized the intention was this, Tim! And it doesn't make it right! She's with Damian!" Dick growled out.

"Says who?"

"What?"

"Damian has never said as much. Who's to say they are?" Tim worded carefully, never outright stating who was or wasn't dating, only asking who confirmed the information.

"You know they are, stop deflecting," came from Bruce.

"Did you ask them? Because I did. You should too."

That seemed to throw most of them off and he saw Damian seething in the corner of his eye. The two months of Marinette's wager ended tonight. As of midnight, she'd officially lose even if Damian didn't win outright. Bruce turned to his youngest then, a touch of concern entering his facial expression.

"You're dating Marinette, correct?"

Damian masked his annoyance and turned to face the others.

"No."

"What do you mean, babybat? You two are practically joined at the hip. We all have to steal her away to get you two separate." 

"She is my best friend. A literal angel on earth. Beautiful and sweet and dangerous. But absolutely not my girlfriend."

"Why not? You obviously love her."

"Platonically. We would kill each other in a relationship. I do not mean that figuratively either."

"Huh…"

"I think you two are missing the point," Jason ground out, cutting off the conversation between Damian and Dick, "those two may not be together, but that still doesn't explain you having a massive ass file on her. She's half naked in some of these, Tim! In her own apartment!"

"I'm aware of the photos there. I'm more annoyed you saw those, actually. How long were you looking through my files, Jason? Should I be worried about You creeping on Ma lutine?" And apparently he had no sense of self preservation left.

"The fuck did you just say? Your pixie? Oh fuck no, you do not get to make claims on her!" 

And that's when chaos broke loose.

Jason had backed off a bit before, but now he was advancing on him, murderous intent in his eyes, Bruce and Dick closing in on them; whether for him or to stop Jason, he did not know. Cass moved closer from behind and for a second he swore he saw Steph and Damian share a concerned look. For a fraction of a second, he resigned himself to his fate. As Jason lifted his gun, luckily only loaded with rubber bullets, but still potentially deadly at this range, he suddenly felt it. A prickling at the back of his neck. Everything happened too quickly.

Something unseen dropped down, the gun went off in response. It blocked the bullet with a hand shrouded in black, the force knocking it back into Tim's lap where he grasped it's hips to steady them on instinct, the body covering his in a protective manner as a growl ripped out of their throat. Everyone froze.

The shadow was here.

In the batcave.

Guarding Tim bodily, silver-blue eyes glinted dangerously at Jason like a cornered predator, ready to attack at any given moment. And Jason could only stare, because he knew who this was. Tim and Damian knew who this was. No one else knew and she had just put herself at the mercy of Batman, Nightwing, Orphan, Spoiler, and likely Oracle. All to protect Tim from Jason. Who had just shot her. The gun dropped. Jason dropped to his knees as the others converged on her. 

"Not. A step. Closer." She growled out, black energy flaring from her hands up her arms. 

"I'm so sorry. Vix, you have to know that I'd never try to shoot you. I didn't know, I'm sorry," Jason rambled, panick flaring up.

"It's okay, Jason. You know now. And you'll never aim at him again, will you? He's mine." She said this to the man in front of her, but her eyes stared down Bruce and Dick as they tried to gain ground. Cass stayed back, Damian and Steph having grabbed her shoulders. 

Damian wanted nothing more than to go up there and protect his best friend, but he knew she wouldn't allow it. This was her battle now. She had laid claim on Tim and someone was threatening her mate. He would never quite understand how the fox instincts inside of a human worked, but knew that she would treat this as she saw fit. Violently if necessary.

"Are you okay," a slightly rattled voice whispered from behind her, arms wrapping around her waist.

Watching the men in front of her, she dissipated the energy, pulling the hood down from her head and lowering the face mask slowly, allowing the entirety of her features to show and dropping the filters wrapping around her voice, letting Marinette shine through for all to see.

As dawning realization struck on the faces around her, she slowly turned in Tim's arms, hand coming up to his cheek, looking for any sign of pain in his eyes, keeping the others in her peripheral.

"I'll be fine. Are you hurt?"

"Me? You took a bullet, Mari!"

"Rubber."

"I don't care if it was made of gelatin, you were still shot!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I scared you, but I couldn't just watch you get hurt over nothing," she soothed, pressing her forehead to his in a sweet gesture.

The moment was ruined by Batman, of course.

"Miss Marinette? You're Tim's shadow? The shadow of Gotham?"

She raised an eyebrow at the older man, "Duh."

"You've been stalking him this entire time. And I told him to figure out your identity and watch you. His entire file on you is my fault," at this, his gaze shifted to Tim, " and I accused you of being a pervert for it. I'm so sorry."

"Oh my God, is he always this dense? Is this why Ra's called you the detective?"

"Holy shit, you two are dating," Jason seemed to have come out of his panic on the floor, looking at the two in a new light, "how did I not see this before?"

"What?!" And Dick finally came unfrozen, "You're Teumessian? And you knew, didn't you?" He directed at Jason.

"Well yeah, she told me weeks ago. Or rather, showed me, I guess."

"And you never told us?"

"Not my secret identity to share."

"How many of you knew her identity?" Bruce barked out, only to see Damian, Stephanie, Jason, and Tim raise their hands. He could only heft a sigh. Why was he only good at mysteries that didn't involve his family? With that, he trudged off to brood on his own, still catching snippets of the conversation behind him. He was getting too old for this.

"Uh, not to interrupt the identity crisis, but could we get back to the fact that they're obviously together?" Jason cut in.

"They were quite obvious about it," Cass cut in quietly, seeming to have put the pieces together and found piece with them.

"Oh god, they cuddled in front of us. Blatantly. Numerous times. I feel like an idiot," Dick admitted.

"You feel stupid, I knew she was his shadow. I watched how responsive she was to him. She bent to his wishes and practically climbed him in front of me. In fact, she did! She literally climbed on his back and made him carry her!" 

"Yeah, you're all pretty stupid for being detectives," Tim glared over Vixen's shoulder, her now nuzzling his neck for comfort from the stress of this encounter.

"I'm so sorry, Tim, we should've known better than to doubt you," Dick said, puppy dog eyes on full display.

"Yeah, you should've. Ow!" Vixen nipped at his shoulder with a sharp canine.

"Be nice, they didn't know," she pointed out.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Damian's. Obviously. It was his idea to take bets on when the others would put it together."

With that, the others all turned to where Damian was only to find the spot empty. 

"And Steph, actually. She knew we were together too and still let them go after you for it."

Stephanie gave a nervous chuckle and then took off, the others giving chase after her and to find Damian. Screams echoed down the hall and suddenly Tim and her were alone. 

She dropped the transformation and slumped against him. Tim picked up her hand that had dissolved the bullet and cupped it close.

"Does it hurt?"

"It'll bruise, but I'll be okay. It'll look ugly for a little bit."

He pressed a kiss into her palm in response, whisper soft and reverent, "please don't scare me like that again."

"Then you don't needlessly endanger yourself like that again. I don't care what bet I had going, you should have just told them the second they cornered you like that. You could've told Damian that their demands for explanation was technically asking in a way you had to answer. You're too smart to not be using loopholes like that."

"I'm sorry for worrying you, love."

"You better be," she kissed his neck and curled closer, settling in his lap.

"We should relocate."

"No. If they're going to make stupid accusations, they should have to stare at the stupidity of their actions."

"You're cute when you're vindictive, but could we please move to the couch? It'll be comfier," he tempted. Blushing, she peaked up at him.

"That does sound nice… but only if you carry me," she smiled, giving a little excited wiggle.

"Think I can arrange that," he softened under her gaze, picking her up as he stood and made his way up towards the living room couch, patrol forgotten for the night, "hey, who technically won, anyways?"

"Who even cares?... Though I think I did."

[k-popscenxrios]

Didn’t Ask For This Pt 10 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: All these sweet messages I’m getting from you guys makes me so soft omg. Nothing motivates me more than seeing people into my story just as much as I am! This one is a long one, so get ready~

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

8k words | drama ✞ | fluff ♡ | slight mature themes ✗

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⇨ Masterlist ⇦

Taehyung was sitting in the dining room when Jungkook and I walked in, and to our surprise, he wasn’t alone. I raised my eyebrows and tried to not panic as I spotted the face of a girl who I could only assume was Hana.

Hana was not the body I was internally panicking from seeing.

“Hoseok,” I smiled nervously as my eyes locked onto his. I had been texting him on and off throughout the day with simple and sweet texts, but I was not prepared to walk into my apartment and see him.

Hoseok stood up from his chair and walked up to Jungkook and I. He had a smile on his face as I nervously looked up at him.

“Sorry to just drop in on you unannounced. Taehyung invited the two of us over for coffee once our shifts all ended tonight.”

I looked over at Taehyung for a couple seconds, but he was too focused on Hana to even look my way. I tried to not show my annoyance as I looked back up at Hoseok. “It’s no problem! I’m just pretty tired from the shift I just worked.”

Hoseok glanced at Jungkook behind me as I also followed suite. His expression seemed tight and stiff, and I couldn’t help but narrowed my eyes at him.

“I didn’t realize that you two both worked at the movie theater,” Hoseok commented as I noticed him glance between the two of us who were dressed in similar clothing. Jungkook nodded and tried to smile, but it was pretty obviously forced.

Jungkook was not very subtle when it came to Hoseok, was he?

“That was not on purpose,” I laughed, gesturing between the two of us. Jungkook just slightly scoffed and knocked into me as he shoved past me, almost causing me to stumble into Hoseok.

“Is he okay?” Hoseok asked as he watched Jungkook disappear into his room, “And isn’t weird how he just… walked in and made himself at home?”

I opened my mouth to start explaining everything to Hoseok, but Taehyung’s almost frantic waving caught my attention. He shook his head and even glanced at Hana. I could only assume that Hana didn’t know, either.

“He just does that,” I shrugged, finding a compromise for this situation. Surely Jungkook was going to walk out in lounge wear before the end of the night, so I needed Taehyung and I to have something to fall back on. “He also sometimes decides that he’s going to stay the night here. It’s mainly when he doesn’t have work in the mornings.”

Hoseok just slowly nodded, but the look that he was giving me made me believe that he wasn’t completely convinced of my lie. I didn’t let his expression phase me as I looked over at Taehyung and Hana. Hana was looking at me with curious eyes when I smiled over to her.

I took a few steps in her direction with the smile still on my face. “You must be Hana. I’m Taehyung’s little sister, RaeAri.”

I held out my hand for her to grab, and she took it with her small, soft hands. “Nice to meet you. I think I vaguely remember seeing you in school… You were two years younger, right?”

I nodded and looked over at Taehyung for a few seconds before my eyes moved back to Hana, “Right.”

“Well!” Taehyung clapped his hands and smiled my way, “I was just about to take Hana home, I just wanted you two to meet, first.”

I raised my eyebrows at his words as I thought to Hoseok who was standing fairly close behind me. “Okay,” I spoke in a voice that was an octave higher than it originally was.

I turned around to say goodbye to Hoseok, hoping assuming that he was also going to leave along with the two of them. I had my mouth open to say the words, but Hoseok silenced me when I felt him grab my hand and pull me away from the front door to make room for Taehyung and Hana to exit.

“Bye!” I called after them as Hoseok waved at them with a soft smile. His smile was so captivating… It was also very contagious.

“Sorry, I don’t want you to feel like I’m imposing on you,” Hoseok spoke as he let go of my arm, “I just thought it’d be nice to talk to you one on one. I wouldn’t have stayed if it weren’t for the fact that Jeon is also here.”

I raised my eyebrows at his words as he just laughed and shook his head.

“I just mean that we won’t be alone since he’s here,” he spoke through his laughs I felt my heart swell. He is so sweet that he didn’t want to be in the apartment alone with me just in case it made me uncomfortable…

“Well, I’m all ears, now,” I smiled as I felt my heart jump at his growing smile. It felt really good to know that I was the one that caused that smiled…

“I’m really excited for our date on Sunday,” he started with a blush slightly creeping onto his cheeks, “I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up for the date or not.”

I noticed some small movement behind Hoseok as my eyes glanced in the direction of the motion. I spotted Jungkook quietly move into the kitchen as I tried my hardest to not give him any looks. He glared at me as I watched him for a second longer than he found comfortable. I looked back up at Hoseok, but my mind was still wondering what on earth Jungkook was doing.

“I’d like that, actually,” I nodded as I swallowed, “I think it makes dates more romantic because then you don’t have to deal with two cars everywhere you go. Plus, it gives you more time to get to know the person.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Hoseok lightly laughed in excitement as I saw Jungkook’s head poking out from the kitchen. What, is he five? “So do you want me to pick you up, say, around 1?”

“That sounds great,” I agreed as Hoseok sheepishly looked downward. His hand slowly and softly grabbed mine, giving it a soft squeeze before he let go. I bit my lip as a blush flooded onto my cheeks at the feeling of his hand in mine.

“Hey Ari!”

I jumped as I heard Jungkook’s loud and obnoxious voice say from the kitchen. I glared in the direction of the boy as Hoseok turned around and spotted Jungkook walking out from the kitchen.

“Come here,” he motioned for me to walk back into his room. I raised an eyebrow and gave him an incredulous look.

“What? No,” I shook my head and pointed at Hoseok, “Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of a conversation? You can wait.”

“If you need me to head out,” Hoseok looked between the two of us as I looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, no! You don’t have to leave-”

“Yeah, if you’ll just close the door on your way out,” Jungkook gave Hoseok a look that convinced him that he better leave.

He turned to me and started walking towards the door. He pointed at it with his thumb as he backed up, a slight smile on his face.

“I’ll see you on Sunday, Ari,” he spoke with a soft voice as my face heated up. It was nice hearing my name on his lips.

“Bye Hoseok,” Jungkook waved him off and walked up to help him out the door. And by help him out the door, I mean he was almost shoving him outside.

“Bye!” I leaned to say goodbye to him as Jungkook closed the door. The situation happened so fast that I could barely register what had just transpired.

“I’m sorry, but what on earth was that?” I snapped as Jungkook took a few deep breaths and refused to meet my eyes, “you just shoved a fully grown man out of my apartment as if he was contagious with some kind of disease.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he dropped his hand from the lock on the door. He refused to meet my eyes as he stared into the direction of his room.

I could spot his movements before he even had a chance to move. He was about to storm off into his room like a child, but I wasn’t going to allow him off that easily.

I stepped in front of him as I forced him to look at me for at least a couple seconds.

“What gives you the right to do that?” I spoke as Jungkook looked down at the ground. I noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down as my eyes narrowed his way. “Hoseok is cute and into me, and yet you shove him out the door like he was some kind of predator.”

He still didn’t say anything as I took a deep breath and stepped forward. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline and confusion as Jungkook finally looked into my eyes. His gaze tore into mine as my voice came out a whole lot weaker than I expected.

“Just because you confidently mocked my lack of male contact doesn’t mean that you can just jump in and prevent me from having it.”

Jungkook’s eyes slightly narrowed as my harsh gaze faltered for just one teeny tiny second. That one little second was all it took for Jungkook’s hand to twitch at his side, his body rushing toward mine.

I flinched as his hand grabbed my arm, pulling my body into his. He buried his face into my neck as his cologne started filling my senses.

I stood there still, looking dumbly past him as I tried to figure out what on planet earth this was supposed to mean.

It wasn’t long after he pulled me to him that he shoved me away, causing me to stumble slightly.

“Hoseok’s too good for you,” he mumbled, his eyes not meeting mine as he shoved past me, his shoulder brushing against mine.

“Jungkook-” I called after him with an almost breathless voice as he rushed into his room, slamming the door closed.

I just stood there in the hallway with a dumbfounded look on my face. What exactly just happened?

…

Taehyung rushed into my room after he got home, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Guess what,” he said as if he were a teenage girl getting excited over a boy asking her out.

“What?” I asked him with an eager smile on my face. I always loved seeing him this happy. I couldn’t help but feel happy just feeling his energy when he got this way.

“Hana had more fun on her date with me than she did that Namjoon guy! Can you believe it? She turned down Mr. Rich and Handsome for Mr. Average and Goofy!”

I smiled and stood up from my bed, rushing to hug him, “I’m so happy for you, Tae! So did you schedule a second date?”

“You bet we did,” he winked and bit his lip in excitement. “Enough of me, what about you and Hoseok? Did you two talk? You’re going on a date, right?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I stopped myself short to narrow my eyes. “Tae.”

He just nodded, his smile never leaving as I crossed my arms across my chest, “Was the coffee an excuse to get the two of us to talk again before the date?”

“What?” Taehyung drug out the ‘a’ as I raise my eyebrows and started tapping my foot. “You think that I would do something like that? For you? You’ve got a big head!”

He ruffled my hair as I swatted his hands away, “Seriously, Tae!”

“Okay,” he giggled and withdrew his hand from assaulting my hair, “fine. I only invited Hoseok over because I think you two would be good together. I know you’ve never had a boyfriend before, but he seems like he’d be your type! I can tell you right now that you’re 100% his type.”

I felt my face heat up at Taehyung’s words as I looked down at the ground. So I’m Hoseok’s type? I mean, it made sense because he seemed into me before we even had our first conversation. And he continues to try and pursue a relationship with me even after the bowling fiasco nearly a week ago. Or at least it felt like a week ago.

“Well we were having a nice conversation until Jungkook butted in,” I blurted out as Taehyung’s eyebrows raised. I’ve said this to myself before, don’t talk about Jungkook with Taehyung. Just don’t! Yet what did I just do?

“What do you mean by that?” Taehyung asked as I felt panic rise in my chest.

“He just started talking to Hoseok along with me so we had to keep the conversation basic,” I tried to save it, but Taehyung seemed to have hit a breaking point. He shook his head and walked over to my door, swinging it open to see Jungkook walking out from the bathroom. He’d just gotten out of the shower, which was strange to me since he normally showered in the morning.

“I feel like the three of us need to talk.”

Jungkook’s face immediately drained as he looked my way. He looked terrified to say the least, and I felt the sadist in me look away. He doesn’t know what Taehyung does and doesn’t know. This should be interesting, because after all, Jungkook has everything to lose while I have nothing to lose.

“About?” Jungkook asked cautiously when he realized that I wasn’t helping him out on this one.

“You and Ari, obviously,” Taehyung snapped and grabbed Jungkook’s elbow, towing him into the room. “I’m sick of all these secrets.”

“Do I really have to be here for this?” I spoke with a quiet voice as Taehyung turned around and gave me a look of disbelief. “This just seems like a conversation that should just be between the two of you.”

“You’re a part of this,” Taehyung slightly snapped as I closed my mouth and just nodded. Taehyung was really scary when he wanted to be.

“Jungkook, do you want to explain what all of this is about?” Taehyung asked as Jungkook swallowed and looked at me again. I just looked away and smirked trying not to enjoy this too much.

“I don’t know what you want me to explain,” he spoke with a weak and terrified voice.

“This shit between you and my sister!” Taehyung snapped, his voice growing in volume. Despite enjoying Jungkook’s torture, Taehyung was starting to scare me.

“T-Tae,” he took a deep breath as Taehyung looked away from him so that he could calm down. “There’s… there’s nothing going on between Ari and I. I’ve told you countless times that I don’t see her that way and I never will.”

I couldn’t help but let out the softest laugh of disbelief. Jungkook immediately looked over at me with a murderous look. I was cocky and smiley until I realize that if Jungkook noticed my snicker, Taehyung did, too.

I felt worry fill me as Taehyung’s attention was drawn over to me. Was this how we told him? Surely it wasn’t all over because of something as simple as a laugh.

“I-I’m sorry, this isn’t funny,” I spoke with a timid voice as Taehyung eyes softened at my discomfort. “That was uncalled for. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung sighed and swallowed as he looked between the two of us. “You two are killing me,” he shook his head and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kook, I’d rather you sleep with Jennie ten times over rather than you even touch my sister. I know what you can do to girls, and I don’t want Ari to have even the smallest snippet of what that feels like.”

...Well, it’s a little too late for that.

I looked at Jungkook with a calm stare before I opened my mouth, shocking both Taehyung and Jungkook with what I dared to say.

I, myself, couldn’t wrap my head around why I would say something so… revealing.

“I like Jungkook.”

Okay, it wasn’t completely revealing. But I wasn’t crazy enough to admit that I love him. I would like for Jungkook to make it out alive tonight.

Taehyung’s reaction was confused and quite honestly, priceless. It was void of anger or sadness; it was just pure… shock.

“H-huh?” He stuttered, his face going soft at my confession. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by how fast his mood shifted.

I glanced at Jungkook who was equally as confused but for different reasons. He obviously knew I liked him, but he couldn’t figure out why I would tell Taehyung.

“The guilt was killing me for not telling you,” I spoke, the honesty flowing through me, “I figured now was as good a time to tell you.”

Taehyung looked over at Jungkook as if to try and figure something out, but Jungkook had as many questions as Taehyung.

“B-But,” Taehyung shook his head as he scrunched up his eyebrows, “but why? What is it about him…?”

“I’m not going to admit something that personal in front of the man himself,” I spoke, still very aware of the dark brown orbs studying my every breath, “but I just do. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Wh-” Taehyung shook his head to try and get his thoughts together, “How long have you felt this way?”

I closed my eyes, slightly regretting my words. I didn’t realize that saying that implied that I’ve been keeping this a secret.

“Since the night we went bowling.”

I wasn’t even sure if that was a lie or not. Jungkook and Taehyung were both silently watching me as I felt my eyes finally lock onto Jungkook’s eyes. He looked so confused and lost, as if he was trying to figure out what I was doing. His slightly wide eyes indicated that he was still worried that I was about to out him and his horrible antics.

I didn’t have the heart to admit how much he’d torn my feelings apart just last night. I had the pettiness in me, but outing Jungkook probably meant Taehyung kicking him to the curb.

The more I give in to my few found feelings for him, the more I realized that I would miss living with that douchebag.

“Wow,” Taehyung shook his head and let out a humorless laugh, “Why? What do you see in him, anyway? All he does is mock you and insult you!”

I let out a soft laugh and looked away from Jungkook. I felt my heart jump as I saw Jungkook moving from the corner of my eye.

At first I thought that he was moving toward me, but once I looked his way, I realized that he was leaving. He had spun around and rushed off to his room, closing the door behind him.

Taehyung didn’t bother to stop him as the two of us sat in an awkward silence. He had no idea what to say to me, and I could tell that he couldn’t figure me out.

“He doesn’t want me to see it,” I dared myself to speak as Taehyung just looked at me with an almost devastated look on his face. I tried not to let his mood deter me from admitting to him what I had been dying to admit. Keeping things from my brother, even for just a couple days, was torture for me. “I can tell that he’s caring. He might not like me, especially when you’ve ingrained it in his brain that you don’t want him touching me, but he’s not heartless toward me. He’s showed me bits of kindness here and there, and despite popular belief… he’s very insecure.”

“What?” Taehyung laughed as I took a deep breath and looked in the direction of his door.

“He told me not to tell you,” I took a deep breath as Taehyung moved to sit on the edge of my bed, “and I want you to promise me that you won’t storm off to punch him or something.”

Taehyung looked at me for a couple seconds with pain in his eyes. He reluctantly nodded for me to continue as I grabbed his hand and traced random patterns on the top of it lightly with my thumb.

“He told me what happened between you and Soomin.”

Taehyung’s face went pale as his eyes widened. He was terrified for the first few seconds, but when he realized that I wasn’t mad, he looked down in shame.

“I’m… hurt that you kept the secret from me like you did… but I’m not going to make a big scene over it. I’m just… disappointed.”

Taehyung refused to meet my eyes as I gave his hand a squeeze.

“I let my hatred for Jungkook steam over the years, and neither you nor Soomin ever spoke up to defend him. You can’t blame him for getting fed up and finally telling me.” I defended Jungkook as Taehyung took a deep breath, “he’s a scumbag, but don’t act like you’re a perfect angel, Tae. Jungkook still shouldn’t have announced his sleeping partners to the world, but at least I can kind of see where his rage was coming from.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispered as I frowned and scooted closer to Taehyung. I wrapped my arms around him as he just sat there, burying his head into my neck much like Jungkook had done a little bit ago.

“I love you, Tae,” I spoke as I caressed his back, “I need you to realize that I’m not a kid anymore. If I want to try and pursue a relationship with someone as stupid and selfish as Jeon Jungkook, that’s all on me. I’m not telling you to be okay with it, but just stop being so… hostile toward the idea.”

Taehyung didn’t say anything as he took a deep breath into my skin. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to him as I smiled into his shoulder.

“Don’t let him break your heart,” he whispered as I grabbed on to his shirt. His voice sounded so… raw and worried. It was very weak and quiet, and it made my heart ache. “And please, give Hoseok a fair chance. He’s a much better fit for you…”

“I can’t argue with you there,” I slightly laughed as I swallowed, feeling tears building up in the back of my eyes. I didn’t understand why I felt the need to cry, but instead of suppressing it, I let the tears fall.

“But if Jungkook steps all over my heart,” I spoke into his shirt as he hugged me closer to him, “it’s my fault, okay? Not his.”

Taehyung put a hand on my head as I felt him lightly pat my head to try and calm me down. He stayed silent for several seconds as I just let my inexplicable tears fall.

“You’re not in love with him… are you?” His voice was unsure, almost like he regretted them as they were falling from his lips. I slightly smiled into his shirt as I hugged Taehyung as tight to me as I could get him.

“I am.” I swallowed and sniffed, letting a soft laugh out of my mouth. “I’m in love with Jungkook.”

I felt better and better the more I admitted it out loud. It was as if I was lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Taehyung spoke as he pulled away from me. He grabbed the sides of my face with his hands as he looked at me with pure worry, “I love you, Ari. I also love Jungkook… but the idea of the two of you…”

I smiled as I felt my heart slightly drop in my chest. “Don’t worry, Tae,” I shook my head slightly in his hold, “he doesn’t feel the same way about me. You don’t need to worry about us.”

His eyes searched mine for any hints of a lie, but I wasn’t lying. He seemed to realize that I was telling the truth, but instead of sighing of relief, he just looked worriedly in the direction of Jungkook’s room.

“I hope you’re right…”

::

Sunday was here before I knew it, and wow was the morning off to a bad start. First off, Taehyung woke up with a headache, so he was irritable toward Jungkook and I. The three of us had all kept our distances from each other this weekend due to opposite schedules. Even when Jungkook and I would end up in the same place alone for more than a couple seconds, we didn’t dare acknowledge the other.

I had no idea how Jungkook felt over my confessions to Taehyung, but it seemed like Taehyung and Jungkook’s friendship was back to normal. I wasn’t sure if they had talked to one another or not, but I was relieved that the two were back to being normal friends.

Jungkook seemed to be ignoring me even more than I was ignoring him, and I was almost afraid to ask why.

In addition to Taehyung’s irritability, Jungkook was running a fever of 102.4, and the two guys were almost treating me as if I was supposed to be their nurse to help them at all times.

“Taehyung, I don’t understand what you want me to do for you! All you can do is take some aspirin and wait it out.” I took a deep breath as I placed a damp washcloth on Jungkook’s forehead. “I have somewhere to be in an hour, and thanks to you two, I haven’t done a thing to get ready.”

“Sorry…” Jungkook mumbled, but it wasn’t very genuine. I narrowed my eyes at him as Taehyung groaned like a teenage girl and stormed into his room across the hall.

“You should be okay as long as Taehyung stops being a cry baby. I need to get up to get ready,” I patted his shoulder as he just watched me stand up, reluctantly moving away from him. “Don’t forget to take the medicine that I put next to your bed.”

He kept his soft eyes on me as I backed out of the room, cursing that man under my breath. He just had to get sick right before my date? It’s just a fever… He’ll be fine! He’s probably had a dozen fevers in his lifetime. He’s a grown man and can take care of himself.

I continued to reassure myself as I stood in the bathroom, staring myself in the mirror. There was no reason to even think about Jungkook today. This day was about Hoseok and I having a good time on our date.

Even as I repeated the same words over and over in my head, I couldn’t help but poke my head into Jungkook’s room every time I heard him so much as cough.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook would say as my face would heat up without fail. It was hard to ignore him when he seemed to be coughing every other minute.

I eventually finished getting ready with ten minutes to spare. I didn’t waste any time walking back into Jungkook’s room to check on him as Taehyung groaned from across the hall.

“You need to relax, Ari. Jungkook is fine,” he sounded annoyed as I pursed my lips and spun around to look at him.

“What I choose to do with my time is of none of your concern,” I snapped as Taehyung slightly glared at me. He didn’t say anything else as he marched up to his door and slammed it shut.

“You two are definitely related,” Jungkook commented as I shifted my gaze to him. I couldn’t help but let a small smile appear at his comment.

“Don’t the tantrums look better on Taehyung?” I asked as Jungkook just scoffed, leading to a bunch of wet coughs. I rushed to the side of the bed and guided him to sit up, handing him the water on his bedside table. I patted his back lightly as he was able to drink some of the water in between coughs.

“Please get along with Taehyung while I’m gone,” I spoke as Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Will you get it through your thick skull that we’re okay? Don’t you have a date to get to?” Jungkook seemed to want to sound more snippy than he did. His slight coughs prevented him from continuing with more words as I pushed myself away from his bedside.

“Yes, I do have a date to get to,” I narrowed my eyes at Jungkook as he kept his eyes locked onto mine. Our gazes were intense and unnerving, but neither of us were backing down. “You should get used to seeing Hoseok around here more often if the date goes well.”

“It’s not like the two of us haven’t been friends before now,” Jungkook commented, but I could hear annoyance in his voice, “We’d get along just fine.”

“I’m not talking about you two getting along,” I smiled and Jungkook narrowed his eyes at me. I felt satisfaction fill me as his gaze faltered for a second or two.

“That’s cute,” Jungkook spoke with a slight scoff, “You think I’ll get jealous? Do I really seem like the jealous type?”

I raised my eyebrows, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. Did he really just ask me that? After what happened the other night, how could he say that with a straight face?

“Are you being serious right now?” I laughed in disbelief as Jungkook’s look didn’t waver. “Oh, you’re right. You shoving Hoseok out the door the other day didn’t happen.”

He looked away from me and began having a fit of coughs. I sighed and bent down with worry etched on my face. I handed him the water again as he grabbed it and let his coughs calm down before taking a sip.

How convenient for him to have a fit of coughs right after I made a good point against him. I just stayed quiet as he cleared his throat and put the water down on the side table.

To further Jungkook’s luck, I heard a couple knocks on the door. I cursed under my breath as I took a deep breath through my nose. That was Hoseok. Was it already 1? I pulled my phone out and took a look at the screen. It was 1 on the dot.

“Make sure Taehyung takes care of you,” I told him as I patted his hand before standing up, “I don’t have time to worry about you today. Don’t bother me by calling unless Taehyung drops dead or something.”

Jungkook just chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Have fun on your date. Try to not scare Jung away. I’m sure it’d be easy for you to.”

“I think I’ll be fine. Try to not get too jealous,” I winked his way as he rolled his eyes. I didn’t fail to notice the smallest hint of worry in his eyes as I moved away from his doorway, giving one last wave.

As I walked away from Jungkook’s door, I felt immediate worry fill my being. Even after I opened the door and looked up at Hoseok with a smile, all my brain could think of was Jungkook.

Today was going to be a long day.

::

Hoseok was really good at keeping up conversation. He was able to keep it afloat even when I thought the conversation was falling flat. He could talk about anything and everything around him and make it sound interesting.

During our meal, we had some nice conversations, but I couldn’t remember anything from them. My mind had only partially been checked in during the whole meal, and before I knew it, my food that was once in front of me was now gone. I tried to pretend that I hadn’t just zoned out during the date, and Hoseok didn’t seem to notice. If he had, I’m sure he would have said something to me.

He suggested that the two of us visit a small little donut shop that was walking distance from the diner that we had just been in. The place was cozy feeling with pastel colors blanketing the walls and table sets. It had a nice feel to it that made me smile as Hoseok smiled down at me. I ordered two donuts for myself, both blueberry cake, while Hoseok ordered some cream filled donuts.

“Do you want to just go ahead and get a dozen while we’re here?” Hoseok asked as I smiled and nodded.

“I’d love to bring some back home. I’m sure the guys would love it,” I commented as Hoseok looked a little puzzled at my words. He didn’t say anything to voice his expression, and I felt my face heat up. Did I say something wrong?

“Well what do you think they would like?” Hoseok asked as I narrowed my eyes in thought. I tried to hurry up with my thoughts as I saw the worker was getting impatient with me and my indecisive self.

“Taehyung loves lemon, so I’ll take some lemon cream filled… just two,” I spoke as the employee nodded and began grabbing some from the tray. I felt stumped while looking at the different choices. What the heck would Jungkook like?

I took a deep breath and pursed my lips, blowing the air back out of my lungs. “What kind of donuts would he like…?”

Hoseok’s eyes studied me with interest as I was still deep in thought. Did Jungkook like blueberries as well? Maybe I should get some more blueberry cake and finish out with original to be safe…

“Who?” Hoseok asked me to snap me out of my thoughts. I turned to him to answer his question as I froze with my mouth partially open.

...Shit…

“Er,” I scratched the back of my head and tried to play it off as if I meant to say what I had been saying. Hoseok doesn’t need to find out about Jungkook living with me, and I about blew that cover. “Yoongi. I was thinking about getting something for him as an apology. I… I’ve been kind of a bad friend to him lately.”

Hoseok seemed skeptical at first, but he didn’t push the subject.

“I think he might like blueberry cake… I’ll take two more blueberry and the rest original. Does that sound good with you?” I turned to Hoseok and he nodded with a soft smile on his face. We both began reaching for our wallets at the same time as my eyebrows raised.

“No, I’m paying,” I spoke as Hoseok pulled his card out and began holding it out for the employee to take. I felt my face heat up as Hoseok just glanced my way and winked.

“I’d feel embarrassed to let you pay for these,” Hoseok spoke as the employee held his card out to him for him to take back. I puffed out my cheeks for a couple of seconds as Hoseok chuckled at my expression.

“But I did order them as if I was taking half of them at least,” I frowned as Hoseok waved me off.

“I don’t mind paying for your stuff, especially when we’re on a date, you know?” he smiled as he carried the box out the door. We stopped at a table that was outside to grab a donut to eat on our walk back to his car.

“What do you want to do next?” Hoseok asked in between bites as I raised my eyebrows. I looked over at him mid-chew as he smiled and let out a small laugh through his nose.

“You mean you want to continue this date? Have I been that fun?” I smiled after I swallowed my bite. I forgot just how good these donuts tasted.

“I would say so,” Hoseok nodded as I looked down at the ground bashfully. It felt… really good to know that Hoseok was having fun with me. It was also really nice that he wasn’t afraid to inform me that he was enjoying my company.

“I wouldn’t mind going to walk around the mall. It’s been a while since I’ve been even though I work nearby,” I slightly laughed as Hoseok nodded in agreement.

“The mall it is, then!”

…

We walked around the mall aimlessly, walking into random stores and glancing around at anything that gauged our interests. I would get excited over something that interested me, and Hoseok would glance at the items, trying to take a mental picture of each and every one of them.

I dragged him around into a few stores that he was unsure about, but by the time we left, he had a smile on his face. We hadn’t really bought anything from any of the stores, and that was in part to me being paranoid that Hoseok would try and force me to let him pay for my things.

We took a break at the food court as we bought some bubble tea at one of the yogurt places. I sipped happily at my tea as Hoseok’s eyes lazed around the mall a little. I got lost in my own thoughts as I started to think back to the sick Jungkook at home. My mind had refused to let me forget about him all throughout lunch, and while I had forgotten about him until now, I was still annoyed at how much I was thinking about him. I’m on a date with another man, yet I can’t stop thinking about Jungkook for long enough to focus on him.

I started looking around at the people around us when I spotted none other than Soomin. I couldn’t help but feel dread fill my insides as I noticed that she was flirting with some guy I’d never seen before. I was hoping that she wasn’t going to see me, but luck hasn’t really been on my side as of late.

“Is everything okay?” Hoseok asked as I snapped out of thought and looked at him with slightly widened eyes. I nodded tightly as Hoseok spun around to survey the area.

“I-It’s just,” I put a hand on his as his attention turned back to me. I did not want to draw attention to the two of us. I not only didn’t want to talk to Soomin because I was still upset, but I did not want to talk about Jungkook while on this date with Hoseok. Things were awkward enough since the drama at the bowling alley.

“An old friend is around this area. I just don’t want her to see me is all,” I confessed as Hoseok’s eyebrows knit. He nodded and grabbed my hand, standing up from our seats. He gestured for me to grab my drink as the two of us ducked out, me directing him to steer clear of Soomin. I giggled as Hoseok started making noises of suspenseful music. He smiled at me as a laughed, and the two of us ran off in the direction of the parking lot that we parked in.

“As much as I hate to,” Hoseok’s expression was turning into a frown as my head tilted to look at him, “I should probably take you home. It’s nearly six, and I’m sure you don’t want to have dinner with me, too.”

I smiled softly, my mind briefly thinking back to Jungkook. I waved the thought of him away as I slightly squeezed Hoseok’s hand that was in mine.

“I wouldn’t mind having a simple dinner with you. Just some cheap fast food will do since we had a late lunch.”

Hoseok could stop himself from smiling as I felt his positivity course through my body. He was such a positive person, and I couldn’t help but think about how… opposite from Jungkook he is. He’s definitely a much better fit for me than Jungkook is…

“Well I can’t say no to spending more time with you,” Hoseok nodded and picked up his pace, slightly dragging me as he moved faster toward his car, “Just make sure that Taehyung won’t be upset with me keeping you out so long.”

I internally scoffed as I thought back to Taehyung. He’s probably having a field day at the thought of how long our date was lasting. As long as I wasn’t dwelling in my feelings for Jungkook, Taehyung didn’t care how long I was with Hoseok.

I nodded to Hoseok as he glanced back at me, letting go of my hand as we finally arrived to his car. “I think he’ll be fine.”

…

It was about 6:30 when Hoseok pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex to park. He softly mentioned that he was going to walk me up to my apartment even after I reassured him several times that I would be okay walking myself up. He wasn’t budging on his stance, and I couldn’t help but worry about him finding out about Jungkook. I’d feel rude not inviting Hoseok inside for some coffee or something before he left, but there was no way that I could. He’d find out that Jungkook is one of my roommates.

I didn’t see Hoseok as the crazy jealous type, but not everyone is who they seem to be.

We got to my floor as I turned to smile at Hoseok. I had the box of donuts in my hands and my leftover food in a bag on top of the donut box. He just softly looked down at me with a sweet smile as I felt my heart flutter. I couldn’t help but feel excited at that feeling. Could this be the beginning of something real between the two of us?

“I had fun,” I nodded, continuing to look into his eyes that were hard to look away from, “It was just a simple little date, but I had a blast. You seemed to make even the simplest activities fun.”

“Why thank you,” Hoseok slightly bowed as I caught a scent of his shampoo. It was no Fierce by Abercrombie and Fitch, but it smelled really nice. “So I guess this means you would be up for a second date?”

I nodded quickly after his question as I felt his hand lightly grab one of my elbows. I felt my breath catch in my throat as he leaned down slightly, connecting his lips to the skin on my cheek. It was a very soft, almost ghost-like contact, as if he was afraid to commit pressure to the kiss. My cheeks heated up as he slowly pulled away, his eyes fluttering down to look down at me with a blush adorned on his cheeks.

“I’ll text you,” Hoseok smiled as I smiled in return. I thought back to his last words to me as he left the bowling alley, and at the thought of the bowling alley, I also thought back to Jungkook. That annoying bastard was popping up in my thoughts any chance he got.

“Ditto,” I waved at him as I turned around to put my keys in the lock. Hoseok descended down the stairs as I sighed and made my way back into the germ infested space.

My eyes immediately met with Jungkook’s as I noticed he and Taehyung were sitting on the couch playing some video game. I noticed the look on his eyes as he glanced at me  was slightly murderous, but thanks to Taehyung’s presence, I figured that Jungkook was going to have to hold in all his choice words.

Taehyung glanced at me as I walked in the door, and he seemed to become excited. “I’m guessing the date went well since you’re not only smiling, but you’ve also been with him for almost 6 hours.”

I felt my cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment as Jungkook just stared angrily at the TV. “It was very nice. We both had a lot of fun, and I can confirm that there will be a second date.”

Taehyung internally cheered as I giggled at his excited wiggling. He eyed the box I had in my hands before I placed the box in front of the two of them. Jungkook also looked down at the box as I felt myself give in to my worries that I had buried in the back of my mind until now.

“How’s your fever?” I asked as I reached out to feel his forehead. He was quick to snatch my arm and my eyes widened as he shoved my hand away from him.

“I’m fine,” he snapped as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I brought some donuts home. Not sure if you guys want any, but you’re welcome to have some,” I informed as Taehyung was quick to pop the lid up. His eyes lit up as he saw his lemon cream filled donuts sitting in the box.

I studied Jungkook’s reaction as he grabbed one of the blueberry cake donuts. I felt my heart swell with happiness as he took a bit of the donut, very clearly enjoying the taste. I smiled as his pleasure, and he quickly took a second bite.

“I’ve never had this kind before,” he comments as I sat down on the arm of the couch. Soft Jungkook was appearing as I felt myself ready to take advantage of it.

“It’s my favorite kind. I didn’t know what kind you liked, so I took a gamble for those,” I informed as Jungkook nodded, the faintest smile on his face. I felt satisfaction flow through me as Jungkook continued to eat the donut with a pleased look on his face.

“You were thinking of us even on your date?” Taehyung said with a teasing smile on his face, “How’d Hoseok feel about you buying us donuts?”

“He didn’t think anything of it,” I responded as I looked down at my hands, “though I had to lie and say that the other donuts were for Yoongi and not Jungkook. I was afraid that he would become suspicious of why I would want to buy Jungkook something.”

“That was a good call,” Taehyung nodded as Jungkook raised a brow in confusion.

“Sorry?” he shook his head, his eyebrows as expressive as ever. I couldn’t help but smile at his expression as Taehyung turned to him to explain.

“We’re not telling Hoseok that you live with us,” he clarified as Jungkook continued to look confused, “It would just be weird to him if he found out that the girl he likes is living with another man. He might get the wrong idea.”

Jungkook slowly began nodding as his eyes turned from confused to understanding. His eyes looked up at me as I caught the slightest smirk on his face. He didn’t let Taehyung see it as it was gone quicker than it appeared.

“Is that so? Alright. I won’t let Jung know that I live here,” he nodded as I felt myself shiver. The tone in his voice was undoubtedly worrying.

Taehyung stood up and walked off to the kitchen as I wasted no time narrowing my eyes at the sick man on the couch.

“What are you smirking about?” I asked with a low voice as Jungkook looked away and shrugged.

“I guess now I have some blackmail up my sleeve. Get ready, Ari. You’re about to be doing a lot for me just so I’ll keep our little secret from Hoseok.” he sounded sinister as my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“You’re blackmailing me?” I sounded so dumbfounded, and it made Jungkook look even more pleased.

“Of course I am. It’s what you get for not keeping your mouth shut about us.”

“I didn’t say a thing to Taehyung about you making any moves on me, Jeon.”

“So?”

“And you and Tae are back to being friends! What is there to be so upset over?”

“Probably the fact that you’re-”

The two of us shut up as the fridge closed and Taehyung walked back into the living room seconds later.

“Is anyone up for a round of Mario Kart?”

::

A/N: I will never get tired of jealous Jungkook honestly. Not to spoil, but there’s a lot of that to come... :x

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hello! I’m excited to do this as I don’t rec much, reccing things terrifies me because I hate feeling like I’m picking/playing favourites and leaving people out, and I also am just generally bad at picking my favourites of anything because I like too many things too much. I also am very bad at bookmarking, keeping track of fics I read, and generally being able to recall the names of fics to be able to rec them. So, with all that in mind I thought I’d start with something easy, on the understanding that this isn’t by any means an exhaustive list and I’d be more comfortable with this being “ten fics I like” rather than a top ten because there are far far too many fics I love in this fandom to ever do a list of favourites. So, in no particular order: 

Ten fics under ten thousand words (that I love):

Hypocrite by Lynds [@gold-from-straw​] - Rating: G, WC: 1.6k, Pairing: N/A

Summary: How can Todd possibly expect to be forgiven if he still can't forgive everyone who hurt him? Why I love it: This is one of my favourite explorations of a very specific part of Todd’s character, and it’s worth noting that the characteristics are spot on. I come back to this fic over and over again, and while in many ways it’s painful it’s also real and honest and just a beautiful bit of writing concerning Todd and his guilt.

Dork Greatly's Holistic Laundry Service by obscureenthusiast -  Rating: G, WC: 2.8k, Pairing: Brotzly (kind of)

Summary: Dirk very generously offers to help Todd with his household chores... an offer which Todd eventually takes him up on. The laundry gets a little out of hand when Todd remembers a game he and Amanda used to play and Dirk enthusiastically joins.

Why I love it: Cute!! It’s cute silly fun of these two bonding over laundry and sock puppets, gentle ribbing and acting like children. It gets even better when Farah joins in, I’m a sucker for those three being dorks together. 

My Mind Is My Own Worst Enemy; It Keeps Trying To Convince Me That You Are by DontOffendTheBees [@dont-offend-the-bees​​​]  -  Rating: T, WC: 1.6k, Pairing: Brotzly

Summary: His voice is so familiar and yet also just so… wrong. There’s something missing in it. Some vital aspect of Todd that Dirk didn’t even notice until it was gone.

Why I love it: ANGST! This appeals to every single one of my angst tendencies, and as I’m using this rec list to rec things I love I have to give a shoutout to the most wonderfully angsty fic I’ve read. I love this fic. I love the premise, I love the tension, I love the way it’s written, I love how awful the situation is. I love the way this fic is resolved, I love that it’s plausible, realistic in that. It’s incredibly emotional in all the worst ways and that makes it one of my favourite short fics ever.

Cut To The Feeling by zaphodthebb -  Rating: G, WC: 2.1k, Pairing: Brotzly 

Summary: Post Blackwing rescue, Todd is awake and on guard duty. He's had too much coffee. Also, Dirk can't sleep.

Why I love it: I’m such a sucker for post-big-things fic and this one nails the feeling perfectly. You can feel the exhaustion, the way smaller things they didn’t have time to worry about before catching up to them now they can stop for a moment. Both Dirk and Todd feel tired and real and it’s just a lovely read. 

split the secret up by piggy09 [@sharkodactyl] -  Rating: T, WC: 5.1k, Pairing: N/A

Summary: He asks if Dirk can hear it and Dirk just laughs, the sound reassuringly human.Well, not reassuringly. Reassuringly would mean Todd had to be reassured.It’s just – it sounds human. Which is good. Because Dirk is human. Definitely

Why I love it: Why don’t I love it? The idea of the Blackwing subjects being Eldritch in some way is a concept I’ve explored numerous times because it appeals to me so much, and if it appeals to you then you want to read this fic. It’s eerie and unsettling, the ability to hit the tone of not-quite-right is perfect, the pacing is astounding and it’s so hard to write a fic like this and keep the idea together as well as it’s done here. I love experimental styles of writing and when they turn out like this it’s not hard to see why. I love this fic a lot. (I would also recommend reading on desktop not mobile because the formatting of this fic adds so much to it!)

Catharsis by ben8615  -  Rating: T, WC: 1.3k, Pairing: Brotzly

Summary: Dirk is broken as heck, so why not have him cry it out? That's it. That's the whole story. You can all go home now.

Why I love it: The title and summary say it all really! This is such a lovely little fic about Dirk getting some catharsis in a way we all know he desperately needs, and paired with Todd taking care of him so gently? It’s such a perfect, wonderful little fic that just feels quiet and safe and wonderful.

objects in mirror may be closer than they appear by sharlook [@aceabed]  -  Rating: T, WC: 8.8k, Pairing: Brotzly

Summary: You’re alone, with your arms wrapped tight around a pillow at god knows what time in the night, and there are tears running down your face because you can’t seem to stop thinking about it, not even in your dreams. And then clutching your covers you get an idea. (In which Dirk has nightmares about Blackwing, goes to Todd for help, and is really, really, really in love.)

Why I love it: This fic aches in such a beautiful way. It doesn’t shy away from the ramifications of what Dirk went through and how that plays out for him, his fears and paranoias feel real and present in a way I really appreciate. The choice to use second person is a really good one, it’s a tricky pov to pull off but this definitely gets it right and is better for it. The development of Dirk and Todd’s relationship, particularly looking at Todd’s reactions to Dirk’s worries through Dirk’s eyes is just wonderful and it’s well worth a read. 

Those Grey Days by TheRoyalPrussianArmy [@theroyalprussianarmy​]  -  Rating: G, WC: 2.4k, Pairing: Brotzly

Summary: The bad days weren't always days. They could creep up, like some small, silent predator and deliver a swift bite that poisoned its victim's outlook. A blue sky could turn into grey one heartbeat after a laugh. The gentle sound of the wind in the trees would suddenly become overwhelmingly irritating. Even so much as a door closing or footsteps across the floor could lead to a strong desire to cry and scream, to rage and throw things. They would always pass, of course, but in the moment they were devastating.

Why I love it: We all know I love a good Todd characterisation, and I love a good exploration of the shitty realities of bad mental health and letting other people help you with that. I really really love this fic for both of those reasons, it’s unflinching without being gratuitous, and I really love the way it doesn’t promise sudden miraculous recovery at the hands of someone else, but ends on a gentler kind of promise of having people be there for you if you let them be. Also I’m a huge fan of the way this is written, it reads so nicely and it’s more than worth it. 

Light Work by  juniper_and_lamplight  [@juniper-and-lamplight​​​​]  -  Rating: T, WC: 2.8k, Pairing: Farina

Summary: Tina had, with her typical blunt insight, poked at Farah’s motivations for baking the cake herself. “Is it some kind of control-freaky thing? Like you can’t trust anyone else to get it right?” And while Farah couldn’t honestly say no to that question, her real motivation ran deeper.

Why I love it: This fic is wonderful. I always think we need more Farah insights, and this fic does just that in such a beautiful way, catching on her idiosyncrasies and the character building is to die for. It’s such a simple idea and yet the story itself manages to be rich and full, the imagery is simply gorgeous and every little snippet of a look into Farah’s life as it was in the past and is right now just delights me. Honestly this fic will leave you with a sweet, warm feeling all the way down to your toes and dwelling in the comfort of knowing Farah is loved by herself and others in all the ways she deserves.

or make a home by reptilianraven [@actualbird​​]  -  Rating: T, WC: 6.6k, Pairing: Brotzly

Summary: “Perhaps,” Dirk says in his best ‘yes, I’m bullshitting you, but I’m your boyfriend and you love me still’ voice. “The universe wants it this way.”“The universe wants you to always forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste,” Todd says, unimpressed, screwing the cap on himself.-Or Todd’s adventures in dating Dirk Gently, the mundanities of which unsurprisingly turning out to not be very mundane at all (featuring, among other things: intergalactic wormholes, regular periods of lying down on the floor, and several annoying habits that concern toothpaste and toothbrushes.)

Why I love it: You know those fics you read that make you want to throw your face into a pillow and scream with emotions? Yeah. This fic is so ridiculously good. The beauty of mundane daily rituals that make up part of a relationship! The way those things grow together, evolving into each others spaces and lives, this fic explores that so well. The portrayal of their relationship is so soft and tender, so happy and bright and silly and sad and everything a relationship should be. Honestly I can’t overstate enough how much I love this fic, I can’t go on and on here, but I’m about 99% sure this fic invented love-in-small-spaces kinda way. Also, sidetracking from all my other comments, if you like Mika’s song Tiny Love and the reprise of it then you’ll love this fic because I listened to it and immediately thought of it. Beautiful, emotional, fic. If this fic was a blanket I’d burrito myself in it and never leave. 

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There we go! I obviously have far more than ten fics that fall into this category and hopefully more of them will be cropping up over the course of this week if I can find the time to make that happen, but as this is something I’m lowkey scared of doing I’m pleased enough to have this much! Thank you so much to @dghdafeedbackfest​ for organising this!

If you read any of these fics and like them please let the author know! Also check out some of their other stuff, because a lot of these authors are writers I love in general! 

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (4/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to tag previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!”

A/N: I am absolutely blown away from the positive feedback i’ve received. It both baffles me and makes me really happy - so thank you all so, so, so much! You’re sweet and supportive comments only inspire me to write more frequently, so please, keep at it and i’ll keep being consistent!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 01x06 and 01x07

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The sound of murmured talking woke you from your sleep. Blinking, you picked your head up from your pillow, turning it to the left to glance at the clock. It was half past midnight.

What the hell was Scott doing at half past midnight?

You attempted to ignore it, but after everything that’s happened the past few days, not to mention that you’ve barely seen your brother in those past few days, you find it hard to ignore. Your dick of a brother never actually even asked if you were okay after what happened with Jackson in the video store. You wondered if he ever actually would.

“Ugh,” you groan, pushing yourself up and onto your feet with a frown. You quietly open up your bedroom door, careful not to wake up your mother given that she has an early shift in the morning, instead of an late shift, and creep past her bedroom. Though, you can’t help but peek into her bedroom a little, smiling softly to yourself at her sleeping peacefully.

You wonder, in that moment, how she’d react if she knew what Scott was.

Shaking your head, you turn back towards your brothers bedroom, taking the last few steps over to it. You debate on just opening the door, but realize it’s probably better if you knock. So, raising your hand, you do just that, calling out a quiet; “Scott?” in question.

There’s a moment of scuffling before Scott is whisper-yelling back; “busy!”

Your brows furrowed, lips tightening into a straight line. “What the...” You mumble, grabbing a hold of the door knob. “Come on, Scott. I know I heard you-” 

The moment you open the door even just a little, a weight is pushed against it, shutting once more. You blink, lips parted in surprise as you glance up at the door, as if imagining you can see right through it and glare at Scott. “Scott?”

“Not the time, Y/N,” he calls back, his voice gruff.

A deeper, almost recognizable voice responds before you even have the chance to; “is that your sister?”

Eyes narrowing in confusion, you hear Scott shush the man before speaking back at you; “just... just go, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You open your mouth to argue, but pause, letting go of the door knob and taking a few steps back. You wait, knowing Scott is listening to make sure you’ve left, hoping that if he just doesn’t care that much, you’ll be able to listen in.

“Just let her in,” the deeper voice says again. Your eyes widen, finally able to recognize the voice - that’s Derek. “It’s not like she doesn’t know who-”

“Shh,” Scott snaps again, “she’s still there.”

Frowning, you shake your head, turning around and heading off back into the direction of your bed. Still, you can’t help but wonder what Derek is doing in Scott’s bedroom, and what else Scott is hiding from you.

-

“The what of who?”

“The beast of Gevaudan,” Allison replies, leaning forward in her seat to turn and look at both you and Lydia. You barely pick up your own head in response, picking at your food distractedly. “Listen. ‘A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordorgne areas of France during the year 1764 and 1767.”

“La Bete killed over a hundred people. Becoming so infamous that the King Louie the fifteenth sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it’.”

“Boring,” Lydia response, shaking her head at Allison.

She only continues; “’Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.’”

“Hmm,” Lydia pauses in thought, “still boring.”

“‘Cryptozoologists believe may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.”

“‘Slipping into a coma’ bored.”

“’While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster,’“

“Gotta admit,” you speak up, meeting Lydia’s eyes. “It’s kinda of boring. Does any of this have anything to do with your family?” 

“This,” Allison nods, turning back to her book. “‘It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall pray to the creature.’“

“And what does that have to do with your family?” You repeat, raising a brow.

Allison’s laughs lightly, blinking up at you; “his name was Argent.”

“Your ancestors killed a big wolf,” Lydia dismisses, shaking her head; “so what?”

“Not just a big wolf,” Allison corrects. Looking down at her book, she flips through a page, before turning it around towards you and Lydia. “Take a look at this picture,” she says, pointing at said photo. Following her lead, you glance at it, trying to understand what she’s getting at. “What does it look like to you guys?”

Leaning forward, you feel your heart race somewhat when you see the same red eyes that you saw that night with Jackson. They’re staring back at you just like they had that night, and the fork in your hand drops with a shaky breath, your eyes widening. It feels like you’ve been staring into that same image for days, stuck in your mind, and it isn’t until Allison sets a hand on your arm do you snap out of your stupor.

You blink, rubbing at your eyes in distress as Lydia answers. “It looks... like a big... wolf.” What you don’t know though, is she was just as scared of the image as you, just in a different way. At least you know, in a realistic sense, what that is. And what that thing was that night at the DVD store. All Lydia is that it’s a werewolf, and up until a few days ago, she probably thought they never existed.

Sending the two of you one last smile, Lydia stands up, picking up her tray, obviously done with the conversation; “see you in history.”

Allison turns into the bench, facing you. She sets down her book, flipping through a few more pages as silence falls over the two of you. As the two of you just sit there, you start picking at your food once again, not really finding the appetite within you to eat it.

You get lost in your thoughts. Thinking back to everything that’s happened, and trying to pinpoint when everything went so wrong.

But what’s really on your mind is last night and why Scott shut you out like that. He’s been doing that a lot recently, and it’s not the first time you and him have been out of tune in a twin sense. It just feels different this time. Feels like he doesn’t trust you enough, or have enough faith in you to tell you everything. And the worst part is Stiles is doing the exact same thing.

“Y/N?”

Blinking, you look up from your food, meeting Allison’s eyes once again; “hmm?”

Her lips curve downwards, a frown befalling her features. “Is everything okay?” Her voice is soft, concerned and for some reason, it takes everything within you not to just spill out the truth. You know you can’t for Scott’s sake. But, oh God, do you want to...

Just to have someone to talk to about it all, that isn’t Scott or Stiles. 

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, i’m fine.”

“Really?” She questions, raising a brow. “That’s the second time you’ve zoned out. Not to mention you haven’t even taken a bite out of your food. What’s on your mind?”

You hate it, but you can’t help but glance behind yourself, meeting Scott’s eyes from afar. He’s hid some of his face behind a world history book, but you’re still able to meet his eyes. 

Sighing, you turn back to Allison; “just a little tired.”

Allison seems unsure and suspicious, obviously not missing the way you glanced Stiles and Scott’s way, but not wanting to push the issue, she shrugs. “If you’re sure.”

Just as you’re about to reply, you are interrupted by Stiles saying; “uh-huh. Oh, yeah,” causing you to turn around in confusion. It catches Allison’s attention as well, and you both watch as Stiles hastily stands up, grabbing his books off the table, as well as the book in Scott’s hands and his backpack.

Making a last minute decision, you follow Stiles lead, standing up yourself and racing after him. You miss the panic that falls over Scott’s face, or the way Allison is calling for his name, too preoccupied with Stiles.

“Stiles!” You call, “wait up!”

He listens, surprisingly, this time, turning to face you. His face softens somewhat at the sight of you, and the moment you reach him, you’re reminded of the awkward tension from the last time the two of you spoke.

Pushing that aside, you plaster a smile on your lips, meeting his gaze. “Where are you going?”

“Uh, actually,” Stiles blinks, looking around the hallway. Your heart falls when you realize he’s about to come up with an excuse.

“Okay, you know what? Never-mind.” Holding up your hands, you shaking your head up at Stiles, taking a few steps backwards. Just as you’re about to turn your back on him and head off though, Stiles grabs a hold of your wrist, halting your movements.

“I’m sorry,” he shakes his head. “I’m about to try and teach Scott how to control his powers before Derek’s able to. We’re about to go to the lacrosse field.”

A genuine smile falls on your lips, “i’ll come.”

-

“What is Y/N doing here?”

“Y/N is here to help you,” you answer for Stiles, sending your brother a cold smile. “And she’s not leaving.”

Scott blinks at you, glancing at Stiles who only shrugs, before meeting your eyes again. He opens his lips to argue, but one look at your face and he knows now isn’t the time.

Once that’s dealt with, Stiles butts in; “okay,” he nods, setting down the duffel bag and lacrosse stick onto one of the benches of the bleachers. Taking a seat himself, he reaches into the bag, pulling something out; “now... put this on.”

Handing it over to Scott, said boy hesitantly grabs a hold of it. “Isn’t this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, “I borrowed it.”

You take a step forward, taking a seat next to Stiles and in front of Scott, setting your hands in your lap. Turning to Stiles, you send him a pitiful smile; “stole it.”

“Temporarily misappropriated,” Stiles corrects, before turning his attention back on Scott. “Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you’re gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”

“Isn’t that coaches phone?” Scott asks, brows furrowed.

“That, I stole.”

Shaking your head, you can’t but ask; “why?”

“All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?” Stiles asks, to which Scott confirms. “When you’re playing lacrosse, when you’re with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.” 

Woah, you think, that’s actually pretty good.

“Like the Incredible Hulk,” Scott smiles.

“Kinda like the Incredible Hulk, yeah.”

“No,” Scott mumbles, “i’m like the Incredible Hulk.”

“Just shut up and put the strap on,” you grumble, shaking your head.

-

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my free period,” Scott mumbles, glancing behind his shoulder with his hands tied behind his back. You can’t help but laugh a little, biting your lip as Stiles only ignores him, picking up the duffel bag and backing away from Scott.

“All right,” Stiles calls, “you ready?”

“No,” Scott sighs.

“Remember,” you call, raising your voice as you grin widely. You are definitely enjoying this. “Don’t get angry!”

Stiles drops the duffel bag next to you, leaning down to turn on the heart rate app that coach uses.

“I’m starting to think this was a really bad idea,” Scott mumbles to himself, staring at the two of you worried. Stiles doesn’t seem to really care as he picks up the lacrosse stick, scooping one of the balls he’d place before him into the net and swinging his arm back. With aim you didn’t even know the boy had, he manages to hit Scott directly in the stomach, groaning loudly.

Stiles giggles to himself, repeating the process again and landing a hit on Scott’s chest. He sends him stumbling back, another loud groan leaving his lips. Without even giving him time to collect himself, Stiles does it again, throwing it a little bit harder this time.

“Okay,” Scott huffs, “that one... kind of hurt.”

“Quiet,” Stiles dismisses. “Remember, you’re suppose to be thinking about your heart rate, okay? Thinking about staying calm.”

Scott nods, bouncing on his feet; “staying calm. Staying totally calm. There’s not balls flying at my fac-”

You let out a chuckle, holding your hands by your lips as Stiles manages to hit Scott right on the cheek. Stiles turns to you then, a wide grin on his face, extending the lacrosse stick over to you; “wanna hit?”

“I’d love one,” you grin, stepping forward and taking the lacrosse stick out of Stiles hands. Scooping the ball into the net, you grin up at Scott who groans loudly once again.

“Really?” He whines, “you too, Y/N?”

You don’t reply, only shake your head before swinging your arm back and hitting him directly in the shoulder. He stumbles back, losing his footing as Stiles turns to you, high-fiving you.

You do it once more, hitting Scott at the top of the head, before shaking your head with a soft chuckle. “I better hand it back to you before I really hurt him,” you mumble to Stiles, sending him a grin.

Taking the lacrosse stick from you, Stiles wastes no time in continuing.

“Oh!” Scott cries, “son of a bitch!”

“You know what?” Stiles calls aloud, “I think my aim is actually improving.”

“I’d agree,” you laugh, smirking.

“Wonder why,” Scott snaps, and in response you hear the heart rate beep in response.

“Hey, hey,” you call, “don’t get angry.”

“I’m not getting angry.”

A few hard hits later, you can tell Scott’s starting to get increasingly annoyed and you imagine, sore.

“Stop,” he calls, but Stiles doesn’t listen. “Just wait. Wait, just hold on.”

The last hit sends to Scott to his knees, and your eyes widen when he never picks up his head. It’s then that you notice the phone beeping loudly and increasingly fast, causing you and Stiles to crouch down and look at it. Sure enough, Scott’s heart is racing madly.

“Scott?” Stiles calls, voice soft with hesitancy.

You flinch when Scott rips the duct tape holding his wrists together, gripping the grass beneath him. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and you feel your own heart increase in panic.

Then, after a terrifying moment later, Scott’s heart begins to slow down.

Glancing over at Stiles, you both silently agree to head over to Scott, creeping forward. Stiles extends his hand forward, setting it on Scott’s shoulder before said boy rolls over. 

“Scott,” you whisper, “you started to change.”

“My anger,” he breathes, “but it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.”

“So, it is anger, then. Derek’s right.”

Letting out a heavy exhale, Scott shakes his head; “I can’t be around Allison.”

“Just because she makes you happy?” You question, confused.

“No, because she makes me weak.”

-

A sudden pounding on your door pulled your attention away from your homework. Blinking, you glanced up from your position at the kitchen table, turning your head around to glance at the front door. It was a little past ten o’clock. Who the hell was here at ten’o’clock?

The knocking only continued, growing a tad bit more urgent the more you left it.

Sighing, you pushed yourself up to your feet, heading to the front door. “I’ll get it!” You called, Melissa replying with an ‘okay’ in response. Continuing your way over to the front door, you unlocked it with another sigh before pulling open the door. You’re not sure what you expected, but Allison and Jackson definitely wasn’t it.

“Hello?” You mumble, raising a brow.

“Hey,” Allison smiles, leaning in past Jackson. Although she’s smiling, you can tell there’s something behind the lids of her eyes. “Is Scott here?”

“Shouldn’t he be on a date with you?” You question, cocking your hip out.

“Precisely why we are here,” Jackson speaks up, rolling his eyes. “He isn’t home?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, shrugging, “haven’t seen him since school.”

Allison is about to reply before her phone going off interrupts her. She sends both you and Jackson a confused glance, before pulling it out of her back pocket and switching it on. You turn to Jackson as you wait, somewhat unsure of what to do.

Then, Allison’s sliding her phone back into her pocket and turning to Jackson; “we’re going to the school.”

“Wait,” Jackson blinks, shaking his head. “Why?”

“Come on,” she urges, ignoring Jackson’s question, before turning to you. “You too, Y/N.”

You hesitate a moment, glancing back in the direction of your homework before looking back at your two friends before you. Shrugging, you lean over to the coat hook, grabbing your jacket; “anything’s better than homework.”

A short drive later, and you’re at the school.

You wait for Jackson to step out, pulling the seat forward so Allison, then you, can crawl out of the back seat. The moment you’re on your feet, you turn to the school, raising a brow.

“What’re we doing here anyway?” Jackson asks, shoulders dropping with defeat.

Glancing down at her phone, Allison pauses a moment before flipping her phone screen to you and Jackson. “All I got was this.” Leaning forward, you read the text Scott apparently sent to Allison.

Meet me at the school. URGENT.

Furrowing your brows, you lean back, glancing up at the school once more. That seems a bit odd.

“They lock the doors at night, you know?” Lydia reminds, glancing up at the three of you through the drivers window.

“That ones open,” Allison calls, pointing forward before stepping past you and Jackson and heading over. You glance at Jackson one final time, before the two of you follow after Allison.

“You don’t need me to state the obvious, right?” Jackson questions, halting Allison as she turns around to look at the both of you. You can’t help but bite your lips at his words, glancing at the opened door in worry.

“That it looks like they broke into the school?” Allison responds, shaking her head. “No, pretty obvious.”

“Want me to come with you?” Jackson offers, and you turn to him in confusion. That was oddly chivalrous. Jackson was nice to a very few selected people. Somehow you managed to fall into that category, and up until now, you thought Allison hadn’t been apart of it.

Shaking her head, Allison crosses her arm over her chest. “Mm, it’s okay.”

“Well, i’m coming with you,” you butt in, stepping past Allison to head up the stairs. You hear Jackson call after Allison, and choosing to ignore him, you continue to make your way up the steps and over to the opened entrance, crossing your arms over your chest in nervousness.

“Y/N.”

Jumping a little, you spin your head around, setting a hand against your chest. “Jesus,” you breathe, sending Allison a small smile. “You scared me half to death.”

Flashing the light onto her face, Allison laughs; “boo.”

Shaking your head, you snatch the flashlight from her hands, walking through the door. “Let’s go.”

-

“It’s cold in here,” you whisper, tensing up in the arms.

Allison mumbles in agreement, continuing to look around the pool in concern. You can’t help but do the same. You have no idea exactly what happened here or why Scott and you’re guessing Stiles are here, and you can’t even begin to think why. But you know it has to do with something supernatural. And along with you being concerned with their safety, you can’t help but worry what you just walked into.

The both of you jump once Allison’s phones ring, you nearly dropping the flashlight in response.

“Answer it,” you urge after a moment of Allison just staring at it.

“It’s Lydia.”

You nod, turning around to continuing looking around as she starts speaking. 

“Hello,” you hear her respond. “Yeah, we can’t seem to find them.” Another moment of silence. “Okay, give us a second and we’ll be there.”

Turning to you, Allison nods; “we have to head back in a minute.”

“Sounds good,” you smile.

The two of you are once again interrupted by the sound of Allison’s phone ringing. If you were confused before, you are absolutely baffled now. Turning to Allison, you raise your brow, silently asking who it is.

“Stiles,” she mumbles, brows furrowing.

“What?”

Answering her phone, Allison presses her phone against her ear; “Stiles?”

You don’t hear what he says in response, but a moment later Allison replies; “we’re in the school looking for you, why weren’t you at my place?”

Once again, you don’t know what is said in response, but you take the few short steps over to Allison, curious.

“With Y/N on the first floor.”

Allison’s eyes widen and she glances around herself; “the swimming pools.”

Allison grabs a hold of your wrist, causing you to look up at her concern. “Okay, okay,” she replies, “we’re coming.” Suddenly, you’re being pulled forward by the wrist, nearly stumbling over your own feet.

“Wait, where are we going!”

-

“Why did you come? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, you slow to a stop next to Allison, glancing at both Stiles and Scott in bafflement.

“Because you asked me to.”

Scott’s face scrunches up in confusion; “I asked you to?”

“You texted her,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders.

Both Scott and Stiles reel over to you; “and you. What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Allison came to our house searching for you,” you explain, narrowing your eyes. “Then you texted her. Obviously, I came along.”

“Okay,” Stiles suddenly speaks, holding up his hands by his head. “What text?”

Turning to Allison, you patiently wait for her to pull up the text message on her phone before flipping it around for Scott and Stiles to see. You feel your heart drop though when Scott glances up at the two of you, lips parted.

“Why do I get the feeling you didn’t send this message?” 

“Because I didn’t.”

“Did you drive here?” Stiles asks, stepping forward.

“Jackson did,” you shrug.

Scott steps back in panic, turning to Stiles in alarm; “Jackson’s here too?”

“And Lydia,” Allison adds, raising her voice. “What’s going on? Who sent this text?” As Allison speaks, her phone starts ringing once again, causing her to trail with her words, answering it. “Where are you?”

As soon as Allison finishes speaking, the sound of a door opening quickly echoes. You spin around, meeting Lydia and Jackson’s gaze. Rushing over to you, Lydia shoves her phone into her purse, breathing out; “finally. Can we go now?”

You nod, falling by Stiles side.

A second later, a loud thud echoes from over your heads. Without thinking, you shuffle closer to Stiles, feeling your heart rate start to pick up.

You’re not sure what’s happening, all you know that it’s bad. But then, Scott’s turning his head to face you all, and his eyes are wide with panic. Then,

“Run!”

You don’t dare glance behind yourself, nearly stumbling over your feet as the six of you start sprinting forwards. Whatever it is, you can tell that it isn’t human by the loud thuds and inhuman growls that leave the creatures lips. You make sure not to leave Stiles side, feeling your entire body tense with panic.

The lot of you burst through a set of doors, and the moment you’re all through, Scott wastes no time shutting and locking them behind you. 

Feeling your heart pound against your chest, your breath rapid and uneven, you pace inside the classroom, fists clenched in distress.

“Help me get this in front of the door,” you hear Scott bellow to Jackson, referring to the teachers desk.

“Wait, no,” Stiles calls, bringing your attention on him. “Not here.”

“Scott,” Allison cries, “what was that?”

“What came out of the ceiling!”

“Will you just help me?” Scott screams in response, voice raw.

You hesitate, focused on Stiles who is desperately trying to get everyone to listen to him. “Guys... Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w-- Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking.”

No one but you listens as the four of them continue to barricade the door to the extreme.

“Hello!” You call, shaking your head in distress. “Guys! Listen!”

They fail to listen to you either, and turning to Stiles, you hear him huff before taking a step forward; “hello!”

The four of them snap to the two of you, Stiles’s shoulders falling in defeat. “Okay, nice work.” He huffs, “really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?” And to add to his point, Stiles side steps, gesturing to said windows.

Rubbing your hands against your face, you sigh; “idiots...”

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on?” Allison cries, latching onto Scott’s arm. “Because i’m freaking out here. And I would like to know why.” Scott only stares back at her in response, lips parting in uncertainty. “Scott?”

He only rips his arm from her gasp, stepping forward before slumping against one of the desks.

Shaking your head, you pace on the spot. This is so not the time to be keeping secrets Allison, if the group of three completely freaked out and scared people, and you, are anything to go by. And yet, both Stiles and Scott refrain from giving the four of you any answers.

Scott just remains silent, and with a groan of frustration, you turn to Stiles. “Is anyone going to answer us? Because i’d really like to know what’s going on myself.”

Stiles looks at you, body still, before he takes a deep breath, stepping forward. “Somebody killed the janitor.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “the janitors dead.”

Allison attempts at a smile, hoping it’s all some sort of sick joke. “What is he talking about? Is this a joke?”

“Wha-,” Jackson stammers, “who killed him?”

“Non, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over,” Lydia panics, eyes wide with fear. “The mountain li-”

“Don’t you get it,” Jackson interrupts. “There wasn’t a mountain lion.”

“Who was it?” You screeched, “what does he want?”

Fumbling, Allison’s whispers; “what’s happening?”

All the while, Scott keeps his back turned to the five of you, silent. A bout of anger floods your entire being at his lack of response. Can’t he ever just answer you? Tell you something?

“Scott!”

“I-I don’t know,” Scott stammers, finally answering and turning around to face you all. “I-I just... If we go out there, he’s... he’s gonna kill us.”

“Us?” Lydia screeches, “he’s gonna kills us?”

“Who?” Allison repeats, turning to Stiles when she knows Scott won’t answer her. “Who is it?”

Stiles only turns to Scott, seemingly waiting for him to answer. During the moment of silence, you inch closer to Stiles, touching his arm in an attempt to get an answer out of him. He only keeps his eyes trained on Scott, willing him to answer the question he apparently doesn’t have answers for.

“Derek,” Scott suddenly calls, “it’s Derek Hale.”

What?

“Derek killed the janitor?”

“Wha... Are you sure?”

“I saw him,” Scott admits.

“The mountain li-”

“All of them?” Allison interrupts Lydia.

“Yeah,” Scott nods, “starting with his own sister.”

“The bus driver?”

“And the guy in the video store,” Scott confirms, and you furrow your brows. That doesn’t make any sense. You were there in the video store. That couldn’t have been Derek. “It’s been Derek the whole time. He’s in here with us.”

“No,” you whisper under your breath, shaking your head. “That isn’t right.”

You feel Stiles’s eyes fall on you, and you snap your own to his, pushing for answers. You receive none.

Only silence follows your words, before Scott straightens his back; “and if we don’t get out now...” He turns, facing the five of you. “He’s going to kill us too.”

-

“Call the cops.”

“No,” Stiles responds, not even turning to face Jackson.

“Wh-What do you mean no?” Jackson huffs in response, shaking his hand out at Stiles.

“I mean no,” Stiles repeats. “You wanna hear it in spanish? No.” He finishes off with a slight accent before continuing. “Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don’t know what he’s armed with.”

There’s a moment of silence before Jackson continues; “your dad is armed with an entire sheriff’s department. Call him.”

“I’m calling,” Lydia says, stepping forward with her phone in her hand. Stiles is quick to leave your side, rushing after her. “No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second.” Before he can reach her though, Jackson steps forward, grabbing a hold of Stiles by the shirt and pushing him back.

“Hey,” you call, affronted, as you step forward, pulling Jackson’s grip off of Stiles. He sends you a narrowed look, to which you respond with one of your own, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes,” you hear Lydia, pulling your attention off of Jackson and onto her. “We’re at Beacon Hills high school. We’re trapped, and we need you to--” Her words suddenly halt, causing you to furrow your brows in response. “But--” Pulling the phone away from her ear, Lydia glances down at her phone, stunned. “She hung up on me.”

“The police hung up on you?” You question, doubting her words.

“She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in to the high school,” Lydia explains, voice pitched with panic. “She said if I called again that they’re gonna trace it and have me arrested.”

“Okay,” Allison urges, “then call again!”

“No,” Stiles sighs, “they won’t trace a cell. Then they’ll send a car to your house before they send anyone here.”

“What the-” Allison stammers, shaking her head. “What-- What is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?”

“That’s what i’d like to know,” you mumble under your breath.

After another moment of silence, everyone’s eyes falls on Scott’s who’s own widen in response. “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

“Is he the one that sent her the text?” Lydia questions, referring to the message Allison received early.

“No,” Scott panics, “I mean, I don’t know.”

“Is he the one who called the police?” Allison adds.

“I don’t know!” 

“Alright,” Stiles interrupts, easing the tension. “Why don’t we ease back on the throb, yeah?” Setting his hands on Scott’s shoulders, Stiles gently guides the boy back. You glance back at Jackson, Allison and Lydia, before following after the two them, eyes narrowed.

Once the three of you are far away in enough, you glare at them; “the two of you better explain to me what the hell is going on,” you whisper angrily. “Because you both know I know it wasn’t Derek.”

“It’s Scott’s beta,” Stiles quickly explains to you, “Derek... Derek’s dead...”

“Jesus...” You breathe, setting your head in your hands. 

“We think he’s dead,” Scott corrects.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Stiles suddenly snaps, reeling around to face Scott. “Good job throwing Derek under the bus. Nicely done.”

“I didn’t know what else to say,” Scott replies, voice urgent. “I had to say something! And if he’s dead, then... it-it doesn’t matter, right? E-Except if he’s not,” sighing, Scott shakes his head. “I totally just bit her head off.”

“And she’ll totally get over it,” you huff, shaking your head up at Scott. Is that really what he’s worrying about right now? Getting mad at Allison when your lives are in danger? “Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive?”

Scott turns to you, eyes wide; “but we are alive. It could’ve killed us already. It’s like it’s corning us or something.”

“So what?” Stiles murmurs, “he wants to eat us all at the same time?”

“No! Derek said it wants revenge.”

“Against who?” You ask, shrugging your shoulders.

Pausing in thought, Scott offers; “Allison’s family?”

Stiles lips part, as your eyes widen. “Maybe that’s what the text was about.” Scott tilts his head, silently asking Stiles to clarify. “Someone had to send it.”

“Okay, okay,” Jackson interrupts, pulling your gazes on him. “New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?”

Glancing back and forth between Stiles and Jackson, you sigh. It’s pretty obvious Stiles doesn’t want to get his dad involved less he get hurt, but Jackson is right. You can’t just sit here waiting for Derek to burst through this windows or somehow break down the barricade.

“He’s right,” Scott boomed, “tell him the truth if you have to, just call him.”

Staring at Scott with a dumbfounded expression, Stiles shakes his head; “i’m not watching my dad get eaten alive.” He shrugs, stepping past you and Scott. You flinch though when Jackson lunges forward, grabbing a hold of Stiles’s shoulder.

“Alright, give me the phone.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief when Stiles reels around, punching Jackson directly in the cheek, causing the boy to go stumbling back, losing his footing. 

“Jackson!” Allison cries, running up to the boy. “Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?” She glances back at Stiles, lips parted in disbelief. You can’t help but do the same. Though you don’t necessarily blame Stiles, you would’ve never expected him to do that.

At the glances he receives, Stiles huffs, pulling out his phone and calling his dad. You wait a moment, Stiles eventually saying; “dad, hey, it’s me. And it’s your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now.”

You jump, head reeling around to face the door as a loud banging echoes. It only continues, becoming more rapid and sporadic by the second. Everyone backs up in response, and you find yourself in between both Scott and Stiles as the latter continues speaking; “we’re at the school, okay? We’re at the school.”

Your eyes widen when you see the barricade failing.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”

“The kitchen,” Stiles suddenly says, “the kitchen suddenly leads to the stairwell.”

“Which only goes up!”

“Up is better than here.”

-

“I’m getting the key.”

Eyes widening, you whip around to face your brother, already knowing that that’s a terrible idea.

“Are you serious?” Allison breathes, voice quiet with uncertainty. 

“Well,” Scott swallows thickly, “it’s the best plan. We wanna get out of here.”

“You can’t go out there unarmed,” Allison whispers urgently in response. 

Scott hesitates a moment, glancing around for something he can use. Grabbing one of the pointer sticks that teacher’s use, he faces everyone else. Like you, everyone’s heads fall. This is such a bad idea. 

“Well, it’s better than nothing.”

Shaking your head, you take a step forward; “there’s gotta be something else.”

“There is,” Lydia replies, causing you to turn to her. Tilting her forward, she gestures to something, the five of you taking a moment before you turn your heads to the chemistry lab cabinet.

“What are we gonna do?” Stiles blurts, “throw acid on him?”

“No,” Lydia snaps, “like a fire bomb. Everything you need is in there to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail.”

“Self-igniting--”

“--Molotov cocktail.”

Another moment of silence passes, everyone staring at Lydia in disbelief.

“What?” She questions in response, breath spiking. “I read it somewhere.”

“We don’t have a key for that either,” Stiles reminds.

Huffing, Jackson rolls his eyes, slamming his elbow into the glass of the cabinet, breaking it.

“Well, looks like we’re doing it.”

-

“All right, can we not argue for half a second here?”

“Where’s Scott?” Allison sniffles, pacing on the spot. “He should be back by now.”

“Shes’ right,” you huff, biting your lip worriedly.  As soon as you finish speaking, there’s the slightest sound of the lock clicking, causing you to turn around. Just as you’re about to step forward, Allison pushes past you, slamming her fist on the door; “Scott. Scott! Scott!”

Shaking your head, you back up, utterly confused as to why Allison can’t get the door open. What did Scott do?

“Stop,” Lydia mumbles, Allison not hearing her. “Stop!” Halting, Allison whips around to face Lydia, eyes wide. “Do you hear that?” Furrowing your breath, you listen closely. “Listen.”

Police sirens... faint, but they’re there.

Rushing forward, the five of you crowd around one window, a breath of relief leaving your lips when you see a police car pull up next to Stiles’s jeep, followed by another.

-

“I’m okay. Thank you, Mr. Stilinski.”

Said man sends you a bright smile, though a tired one, nodding his head. “You two have a good night. Stay safe.”

Scott smiles, while you turn your attention on Stiles, sending him a wave and a small smile. He replies with the same, and then you’re leaning back, watching the Sheriff’s car drive away.

The moment the car’s gone, you turn around, without even batting Scott a look, intent on making it inside as quick as possible. You’re stopped, though, by Scott’s hand falling on your arm, halting your movements. You pause a moment before turning to face him, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t,” you breathe, glancing down at your feet. “Just don’t.”

“Just let me expl-”

“So you can lie?” You cry, turning around to face him. You hate it, but you can’t help the way your eyes water in response, every emotion that you’ve been keeping buried and hidden all tumbling over the surface. “Or, rather, just not tell me the whole truth?”

Scott looks confused, distress. You know that Allison just broke up with him, it was pretty obvious by the way he got into the car earlier. And maybe this isn’t the time to be dumping all of your frustrations on him. But you can’t keep it hidden anymore. You can’t keep pretending like everything’s okay.

“Please,” Scott whispers, voice desperate. “Just let me explain. Everything.”

“No,” you repeat, putting emphasis on the word. “You act like i’m incapable of helping you. That i’m not good enough to help you. And yet, i’m always there. Always doing my best. I’m your sister, Scott, but lately, it feels like i’m nothing to you.”

A tear falls past your defenses, one you hastily wipe away at.

Scott doesn’t respond. Instead, his lips remained part, eyes wide with distress.

Sighing, you let your shoulders drop; “we better get inside. Mom’s probably worried sick.”

And without another word, you turn, heading up the steps to your front door.

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let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

i sort of struggled writing this chapter, so i hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless!

[genderonthescreen-blog]

The Problematic Love Interest: No Means Yes?

What do TV and film teach us about love? Well, they teach us that romantic love is very important, that the grand gestures are everything, that true love’s kiss will always break the spell, and, oh yeah, when someone says “no” they really mean “yes.” The lack of consent in movies and TV shows, in scenes that are supposed to be romantic, is shocking. Time and time again I will come across a show or film that looks promising, it usually is, and I am enjoying the film or show. That is before I am shown a scene that is so obviously sexual assault, yet, it is shown as seductive, or romantic, or even funny.

Last summer I watched the movie Blade Runner (1982) for the first time. As an avid fan of Star Wars, I spent most of my pre-teen years drooling over Han Solo (Harrison Ford)—as well as the swashbuckling archaeologist, Dr. Indiana Jones (also Ford). So after re-watching the Star Wars films I was suffering from a Harrison Ford withdrawal, so I decided it was time to check out, supposedly, the next best “Ford Sci-fi Flick”: Blade Runner. Now, in my own personal and unimportant opinion, I don’t think Blade Runner is a very good movie. However, I think it would’ve been much better in my eyes if it weren’t for the rape scene that happens about halfway through the film. In the scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjO8wsjPqbg), the lead character, Rick Deckard, just told his “love interest”, Rachael (Sean Young), that she is an android (the beings the Deckard is supposed to be hunting and killing) and that her human memories are fake. In her moment of distress Deckard makes a move on her. However, she doesn’t respond. She moves away when he tries to kiss her again and quickly gets up to leave his apartment. Deckard becomes angry. He storms in front of her, blocking the path between her and the door, before he grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her up against the window on the opposite end of the room. He proceeds to force a kiss on her and then tells her to to say to him “Kiss me” and then, after she complies, he tells her to say “I want you” to him. In doing this, Deckard forces her to give him “consent”, thus making the whole assault her fault. Its a disgusting scene that made me wonder: “Why I am supposed to be rooting for this main character?” But honestly the worst part about it is that it’s filmed as a seduction. The music swells as Deckard kisses Rachael, telling the audience that this is a romantic and sensual moment. What it really does, however, is perpetuate the falsehood that when a woman says “no” (either with her words or her body language) she really means “yes.”

These kinds of scenes are very prevalent in older films. The John Hughes classic Sixteen Candles (1984) is chalk full of dubious consent. In one scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmf_sT_IcMc&t=125s), the love interest, Jake (Michael Schoeffling), of the main character, Samantha (Molly Ringwald)—who’s supposed to be a sensitive jock; he just wants a nice girl to love him—hands his current girlfriend, a very drunk Caroline (Haviland Morris), off to Farmer Ted (Anthony Michael Hall) in exchange for a pair of Sam’s underwear. In the kitchen when the two boys are talking about this plan, Jake delivers the infamous line: “I can get a piece of ass anytime I want. Shit, I’ve got Caroline in my bedroom now passed out cold. I could violate her ten different ways if I wanted to.” This line is the precursor to Jake saying how he wants a nice girl who doesn’t party. Honestly, how is he the romantic male lead in this movie and not the predatory creep! Later in the film it is implied that Caroline and Farmer Ted have sex, to which Caroline is very okay with, despite the fact she was totally drunk throughout the whole ordeal (thus, unable to consent), and was also tricked by her boyfriend into thinking that Farmer Ted was her boyfriend, Jake. This perpetuates that same stereotype seen in Blade Runner: “no” means “yes.”

An argument can be made that “These movies are from the eighties! They’re just a product of the times!” And, while Sixteen Candles especially is a product of it’s time, that doesn’t mean this kind of portrayal of “romance” is gone from TV and cinema today. In fact, it’s unfortunately alive and well.

Take the relationship between Daenerys Targaryen (Emilia Clarke) and Khal Drogo (Jason Momoa) from the HBO show Game of Thrones. Daenerys is basically sold into marriage to Drogo by her brother, and proceeds to get raped by her husband multiple times during the beginning of their relationship. However, by the time Khal Drogo makes his exit from the show (SPOILER ALERT! He dies) the two are in love. All is forgiven, and Daenerys is heartbroken by the loss of her husband. This kind of forgiveness of sexual predators in a TV show is quite common. The character Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick), from the classic 2000s show Gossip Girl, forces himself on two different characters during the first season, but all is forgotten barely a few episodes later, and he just becomes an annoying antagonist—and by the end of the series, he’s a dashing love interest!

I hate to say it, but Buffy the Vampire Slayer (one of my favorite TV shows of all time) is another example of this kind of forgetfulness when it comes to sexual assault in TV shows. In the episode “Seeing Red” from season six, there is a scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGWhEgjdLeM ) where the vampire, Spike (James Marsters), attempts to rape Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar). These are two characters have been in an “on again, off again” sexual relationship for most of the season. However, Spike has fallen in love with Buffy, and she has not fallen for him. In an attempt to get her to love him back, Spike decides to force himself on her. After a bit of a struggle—where Spike tries to pull off her robe and tackles her to the ground—Buffy kicks him off of her before anything happens, but the damage is done. The problem is Spike still stays a fan favorite on the show and he is very easily redeemed (he gets a soul so all is well!). He is also not only redeemed in the eyes of the viewer, but also in the eyes of Buffy, the victim of his abuse—who, in the next season, actually falls in love with him. These are all classic examples of the actions of a male character, who is a sexual abuser/assaulter, getting forgotten or easily forgiven as the show progresses.

Modern movies still have problems with consent, too. A recent Netflix release titled Sierra Burgess is a Loser (2018) is an example of dubious consent passed off as a sweet romance. The basic plot of this teen romance movie is: a teenage girl, named Sierra (Shannon Purser), cat-fishes this teenage boy, Jamey (Noah Centineo), because she is too insecure to tell him who she really is. Sierra does this with the help of the popular girl from her high school, Veronica (Kristine Froseth), who is the person Jamey thinks he is texting/talking on the phone with. This movie has a LOT of problems, but what I thought the most disturbing part was a scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMdjN-sIxw4) where Veronica goes on a date with Jamey as Sierra. Sierra follows the two around on their “date” and texts Veronica instructions on how to act so Jamey doesn’t think something’s up. Towards the end of the evening, Jamey and Veronica are leaning on the hood of his car—Sierra is hiding underneath the car, spying on the two of them—and Jamey leans in for a kiss. Veronica stops him and tells him to close his eyes first before she gestures for Sierra to come out and kiss Jamey herself, and she does. It’s super weird and uncomfortable to watch because this teenage boy is being kissed by someone he’s never met, and without his consent. But, all the while, the music swells, telling the audience that this is a romantic moment. A lot of people were complaining about this movie—like I said, it had many issues (making fun of deaf people, and some off comments about the LGBT community)—but I wish more people were talking about this scene. If the roles were reversed and Jamey was a girl being kissed by this boy who was cat-fishing her, people would be up in arms (because that literally sounds like it was taken out of Sixteen Candles!). But, because Jamey is a boy, people aren’t as upset about this scene.

The movie Wedding Crashers (2005) is a comedy about two guys who have a hobby of (you guessed it) crashing weddings. It’s a very funny movie that I have thoroughly enjoyed. However, this movie makes many jokes about men who have been sexually assaulted—thus, perpetuating the stereotype that men can’t be sexually assaulted because they always want to have sex. There are several scenes that depict sexual coercion and even a scene that could be considered rape! In this scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_r1zDwdmSg&has_verified=1), Jeremy (Vince Vaughn) wakes up tied to his bed with a naked Gloria (Isla Fisher), the woman that he’s been sleeping with, sitting on top of him. He begins to ask her what is going on, and she tells him she thinks what’s wrong with their relationship is that they aren’t being adventurous enough. Jeremy tries to protest, but Gloria quickly “shushes” him before shoving a sock into his mouth and covering it with duct tape before the camera cuts away. This scene is depicted as funny, as are all of the other sexual assault scenes in this movie. In the next scene (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6fLskrvsRA also depicted as funny), Jeremy tells his friend, John (Owen Wilson), about what happened to him. Unfortunately, Jeremy is semi-ignored by his friend, who brushes off his complaints and proceeds to go on about the woman he has feelings for. When Jeremy says he wants to leave the house they are staying at and go home, John guilt-trips him into staying (no bro left behind). Later in the film Gloria and Jeremy actually end up getting married! Throughout the film, these scenes are played off as funny, because it’s a man getting sexually assaulted and not a woman. Once again I ask you to switch the roles and pretend that Jeremy is a woman and Gloria is a man. Would people still be laughing if that was the case?

Sexual assault and consent is a serious issue. With the “Time’s Up” and #Metoo movement taking the internet by storm, and so many actresses and actors (and people in general!) coming forward about the sexual assault and mistreatment they experienced in their industry, there is a lot to consider. But the fact that films and TV are still allowing sexual coercion, assault, harassment, and rape to be shot as funny, romantic, sensual, or easily forgiven is sending people the message that sexual assault isn’t a big deal—thus, adding to the problem. This notion is not only wrong, but also dangerous. It is teaching people (especially young people) that consent isn’t important. Future writers, directors, producers, and anyone else involved in making films and TV need to step up to the plate and use their platform to enforce the importance of consent, instead of disregarding it.

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Check out these cool sources!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWoP8VpbpYI

https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2018/01/when-pop-culture-sells-dangerous-myths-about-romance/549749/

http://shrcc.org/get-the-facts/what-is-consent/

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4062022/

How about this cooler bibliography!

https://vimeo.com/194215274

https://books.google.com/books?id=Kq4-DwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=consent+in+films&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjNvOrYl5nfAhVws1kKHaiCDBUQuwUIOzAD#v=onepage&q=consent%20in%20films&f=false

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/arts-and-entertainment/wp/2016/12/05/why-the-last-tango-in-paris-rape-scene-is-generating-such-an-outcry-now/?utm_term=.5b8a35fad57e

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-469646/I-felt-raped-Brando.html

[zathuraroy5]

Supernatural Rewatch 2x13

(queued 2021/02/15)

I like how there's a bunch of angel statues in the intro

Wtf is this episode lolol

Oh so this is a "angels are not real" episode, right?

MY GOD Dean's face with the magic fingers bed XDDD

dean "supernatural maybe, but not angels" Sam "why not?" “Cause there's no such thing as angels"

Oh Dean honey sorry to break it to you... You kinda sorta maybe fall in love with one XD

"I believe in what I can see" Dean honey...

Also Car is still a bit dirty

Oh shit creep guy is next.

It hits a nerve with Dean. When Sam finds the email about the young teen, "arg, I don't want to hear about this". (Like I’m just thinking this now while reading through… You know, seeing that the person that was killed was a predator… Yet “still human”. Like obviously Dean is very distressed upon finding out. Yet it’s like… You can see that his brain can’t compute, like yes this man was a monster and was hunted down. Yet he’s human, so he shouldn’t have been killed. But then Dean goes around and kills things that yes, are killing humans, but are just trying to live. Like this is such a fascinating conundrum that they only ever show in passing, or are putting a fine point on in the wrong direction, or… Idk, I will probably have a big meta post once I’m done watching all the seasons. Cause right now I’m just going off based on what I remember and the description of episodes I’ve never seen. And I don’t want to keep making allusions to something I don’t have all the parts to yet. So I’ll keep mentioning them in passing, but I’ll try to stop making accusations until I’ve actually seen the whole show.)

Dude. Dude. They show a painting of Michael stabbing lucifer. Like did they have that storyline in mind already??

Also a very pointed direction, having the creeps be part of a church. Comment on the institution protecting predators?

Is it the priest that's doing a spell? Cause they are confessing?

Ohhhh it's the dead priest

@adhdeancas: yeahhhhhhh. yep yep yep. psychic damage, that ep

LITERALLY JUST NOW

Dean "so what, you're gonna start praying everyday?" Sam "... I do"

Cue a few years later to Dean praying to Cas everyday

Like literally this episode wtf

How do they keep doing this by accident I cannot (“this” being the accidental gift of prophecy)

Wtf Sam got a vision??? Of the ghost? I mean the ghost came to him? (not like a Sam vision)

Why do I not remember this episode

WHAT the FUCK

Sam "maybe it's God's will". like holy FUCK

Dean: "she used to tuck me into bed and say angels were watching over us"

you were not kidding about the psychic damage

Dean "it was the last thing she ever said to me" Sam: "you never told me that" Dean: "well what's to tell. She was wrong"

"there's no higher power. There's no god. There's just chaos, and violence"

WHAT THE FUCK

Ghost "some people need redemption. Don't they Sam" shit fuck that just feeds into Sam's guilty complex

Like... Ok... They are showing that last rites are actually important and work... Like this had MAJOR world building implications... Do they EVER do anything with it ever again? Like instead of salt and burn they could give last rites to some ghosts??? God

Dude. He just invoked Archangel Raphael. This show… (prophecy I’m telling you)

Or was it because the spirit believed it?

And it's not a high power? But the subconscious?

Dude. How. Did that pole...

I'm having Firefly PTSD

Uh. I think secretly Dean was like... Hoping to be wrong?

About angels?

Dean got spooked by the guy's death (like… they never actually explain it either… It WAS a weird death)

Fucckkkk

The way they just framed this... Sam "I'm scared of... Idk, becoming... " Dean "eh, don't worry about that, I'm watching out for you" as he sits on the desk while Sam is on the chair. Pans to Sam looking up at Dean "ya, I know you are"

Dean is the fucking guardian angel here. Protector, watcher, defender

This show I cannot

@adhdeancas: oh my god dean's the guardian angel

RIGHT??

@adhdeancas: wow yeah

Like come on

Like it's at the end of the episode in the motel, if you want to take a look, but I'm telling you... The word choice, the way they framed the shot... He literally said "watch over you" as he was looking at Sam over his shoulder. Like an angel watching over your shoulder. That whole shot. (still not over it)

[iwriteficsnottragediesladies]

So Close pt 2

A/N: @ruinthetheme Here it is, on a glass platter! Hope you like it :) This also fulfills another anon’s request for possessive Brendon smut. Side note in case you don’t know what I mean: “WeHo” (pronounced WAY-ho) is the shortened named for West Hollywood, which is known as the LGBT part of LA. Warning: smut.

Carmen and Lilly obviously wanted every detail about your night when they arrived at the hotel. You relayed the whole anti-climatic story back to them.

“But, Oh my GOD, Y/n,” Carmen exclaims, “He’s into you!”

“I know,” you whine in response, “That’s the worst part. I was so close!”

“Yet so far,” Lilly sighed longingly.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” your voice falls flat. You were far too drunk for all these feels.

It had been 3 weeks since that night at the bar. Now you were back in LA, pitifully thinking about Brendon non-stop. You never got his number. You have no idea where in LA he lived. You keep replaying the scene in the hotel room in your mind. It was still clear, despite the alcohol you had consumed.

You decide to drown your sorrows and head out to the bar. People of all sexualities flock to the amazing gay bars in WeHo. You live right up the street from them, so you like to take advantage of being able to stumble home on your own.

You get your wristband at the door: yellow. Everything was color coded with wristbands which made the bar dating scene much easier. Yellow was for bisexual, green for gay, and red for straight. There was also blue which kind of meant “whatever, who knows” or “questioning”.

You sit alone at the bar with a drink and your phone. Pro tip: looking preoccupied and already having a drink in front of you usually keeps people from approaching you if you’re alone. A man with a red band on his arm sat down next to you.

“Hey,” he says to you. You look up and see it’s a standard issue fuck boi. Oh great.

“Hi,” you smile at him out of courtesy and look back down at your phone. He doesn’t get the hint.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks.

“Oh I’m all set,” you reply, gesturing to your drink and going back to your phone.

"Aren’t you looking for a good time?” he jeers with a disgusting smirk.

“I’m good, thanks,” you say flatly, feeling terribly uncomfortable and losing your patience.

“We could have so much fun,” He persists, his voice lowering. He slides to the edge of his seat to get closer to you. He places a hand on your knee.

“No,” You say firmly, tugging your leg in an attempt to move out from underneath his touch. He only slides his hand further up your thigh. “Stop,” you raise your voice and act quickly, gripping his hand and trying to push it away. You are about to make a scene to get the creep away from you when you hear a loud voice behind you.

“What the fuck man? Get off my girlfriend!”

Brendon?

The creep immediately withdraws his hand. You feel a new pair of hands wrap around your waist protectively.

“Hey, sorry man, I didn’t know,” The creep apologizes.

“Yeah whatever,” Your savior replies, clearly annoyed by the man’s lies, “Fuck off.”

And just like that, the creep disappears. His empty seat is replaced by someone new. Brendon. He’s looking at you with deep concern.

“Are you okay?” He asks, a hand on your shoulder. You’re still processing that Brendon is here, in front of you. You notice his yellow wristband and smile internally. After a few seconds, you realize you should probably respond.

“Oh, um, yes,” you sputtered, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You were more than okay, now that Brendon was there with you. You had to double check that you weren’t imagining things. You wonder if maybe Brendon was in a WeHo bar because he knew you lived in the area... Maybe he still had you on his mind too?

“Your girlfriend?” you tease him, commenting on his acting skills.

“Hey, it worked!” He replied.

“True, true,” you say, commending him on his quick thinking. You pause and then decide to go out on a limb. “Did you... Did you remember that I lived in WeHo?” Brendon’s cheeks pink up and he immediately looks at the ground with an funny smile. He doesn’t answer the question, and instead asks you:

“So. Are you sober, Y/n?” He asked with a certain suggestive look on his face. HOLY SHIT.

“Why, yes, yes I am,” you reply raising your eyebrows with a flirtatious smirk.

“Wanna get out of here?” He proposed.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

You walk back to your place together, chatting about how you both have been since the last time you were together. As soon as you were through the door of your apartment, shoes are kicked off and you were done with small talk.

“So, I believe we have some unfinished business to address,” you remind him.

“We do,” he replies quietly with a dutiful nod. He backs you up until you hit the wall and he pins your hips against it with his hands. You look up at him and giggle a bit. You throw your arms around him as he begins to kiss you. He is gentle at first, but his lips become more desperate and he pushes his body into yours. You slip a hand under each suspender and push them off his shoulders. Thank god he’s not wearing a bowtie tonight because you have no idea how to take those off.

He reaches up your shirt and fondles your breasts. You pull your shirt off and begin to unbutton his shirt enough so he can pull off his as well. He effortlessly unhooks your bra and it falls to the floor. His bare chest against yours was absolutely intoxicating.

You reach down and grab the bulge in his pants and it earns you a heavy exhale from Brendon. You pull down the zipper and the pants slide down his legs. You push your own shorts down and step out of them. Brendon taps both of your thighs, beckoning you to climb up. You jump onto his hips.

“Bedroom?” Brendon pulls away from the kiss to ask you, realizing he needs directions.

“That way,” you nod your head to the left. Brendon makes it into your room and throws you down on the bed. He immediately is on top of you, roughly holding your wrists above your head with one hand as the other explores your body aggressively. Suddenly, he stops, releasing you and sitting up. He has an innocent look in his eyes.

“Is this the way you like it?” He asks gently, realizing he never really asked for your consent. Oh dear GOD--He was asking you if you liked it rough.

“Brendon,” You say with a devious look, “This is exactly how I like it.”

“Shit, Y/n,” He pauses and looks even more turned on.

“So,” you try to break him out of his trance with a sultry voice, “Are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to fuck me?” He smiled and chuckled, feeling so lucky to have you under him like this, completely at his mercy--and there would be very little mercy. He grabs your wrists and splays you out.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” He whispers in your ear, his hot breath dancing on your neck. He let’s go of an arm and shoves his hands down your panties. You exhale shakily.

“So wet for me,” He says. He runs a finger over your hole, just to tease you. He then begins to rub your clit. You gasp in response. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and frees up his other hand to stroke the second one. Your hands are now free and you desperately grab at the sides of your panties, wanting to tear them off. Brendon stops everything he is doing and grips your hands tightly, splaying you back out.

“Not yet,” He warned, “Be a good girl.” He lets go, slowly at first, making sure you will stay where you are. He takes off his boxers and moves up your body.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” He asks darkly. You nod. “Tell me. Tell me what you want,” He demanded.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” You replied breathlessly.

“Good girl,” He praised. He pinned your arms above your head and slid his entire cock into your mouth. He thrusts himself in and out.

“You want that trash from the bar in your mouth like this?” He questions you. You shake your head as much as you can. “You belong to me,” His grip on you tightens and he speaks harshly, “Your mouth was made for me, Y/n.”

You are even more turned on. You make sure to use your tongue, strategically stroking his cock to maximize his pleasure. You hum and Brendon instantly reacts to the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans. He wasn’t going to last very long like this. With a pop, he pulls out of your mouth. He begins to lick his way from you chest all the way to your core. You take a deep breath in anticipation for whatever he has planned.

He slides down further, nibbling at your hip bone.

“Let’s get rid of these,” he announces, as he took your panties between his teeth and yanked them down on one side. He looked up at you with the fabric in his gritted teeth, like an animal. He was the predator, and you were his prey. You lifted your hips and he tore the other side down of your underwear, and you strip them down, leaving you completely exposed.

He lingered over you, savoring the hunt as he looked down at his meal. He lowers his head to your core, staring you down. He never breaks eye contact as he licks a heavy stripe from the base of your hole up to your clit. You toss your head back. His tongue then begins to play with your clit, at first tortuously slow.

You comb your fingers through his hair and take hold. You push his head, longing for him to speed up. He more than obeys, beginning to lick and suckle your clit with tangible aggression.

“Fuck,” you shudder. You start to squirm and Brendon grips your thighs, spreading you apart so he doesn’t lose access to you. The immobility placed a growing knot in your stomach.

He slows down, leaving you aching for more, when suddenly two fingers enter you. You gasp as he pumps his fingers, his tongue working quicker than ever. You tighten your grasp on Brendon’s hair.

“Oh-oh Fuck,” you cry. You push your hips into his hand, needing more. The knot in your stomach tightened. “God,” you moaned. He retreated and pulled out his fingers. You want to protest but Brendon is snaking back up your body.

“You taste so good,” He hovers above you, blinking slowly. He slides two of his fingers into your mouth and you suckle on them, tasting yourself. You reach up behind his neck and pull him down. You exchange his fingers for his tongue and kiss him feverishly. You move aimlessly underneath him, dying for friction against your electric body. Your kisses were sloppy, open mouthed and desperate.

You feel his cock brush over your folds.

“Y/n--,” Brendon starts, panting.

“Birth control,” You reply, reading his mind.

“You are a dirty girl,” He says hoarsely.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You ask him. He leans in and speaks quiet but harsh.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name,” he explains slowly, “Until you can’t walk straight. Until you beg for more.”

You nod and sigh.

He slid into you until his hips collided with yours. He withdrew and slid back in so slowly you wanted to scream. You grabbed his ass and dug your nails in, desperate for more.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked quietly, his voice heavy with lust.

“Please Brendon,” you prayed aloud.

“Tell me,” He raised his voice and pinned your wrists above you once again. You had never been so turned on in your entire life. It unleashed something inside of you.

“Fuck me,” you shouted, “Please fuck me hard.”

Brendon wordlessly obeyed and you should have been careful what you wished for.

He slams into you over and over again, forcing soft cries of pleasure out of you with each thrust. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and your pleasure only swelled.

“Oh fuck,” Brendon groaned, “You feel so fucking good Y/n.” You respond only with a strangled sigh. “You like my cock in your pussy?”

“Shit, yes Brendon,” you cried.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” Brendon grunted, “Understand?”

“Yours,” you squeak.

He drilled you ruthlessly and it hurt so good. You curled your fingers down to sink your nails into his hand that remained restraining you.

“Oh-h f-fuck,” you strain, your words interrupted by each impact of his hips. That familiar knot tied itself in the base of your stomach. It began to pull tighter and your voice grew wild. “Harder, oh god, fuck me harder!”

“Oh shit,” Brendon moaned in response, happy to fulfill your request. He picked up his pace, releasing you as he reach down to steady your hips. Your hands flew down to grasp his ass, digging in your nails as you assist in guiding his pace and force. The base of him is slamming into your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted with each thrust. His angle changes and he hits something inside you that mercilessly pulls the knot tight. “Right there, O-oh right there!” You screamed wildly. Your walls began to constrict.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Brendon asks darkly, through pure lust.

“Oh god yes make me cum!”

“Let go,” He orders you. And, oh god, you do.

You are wracked with burning pleasure, racing through your body. Brendon can’t stand the way you’re screaming, writhing underneath him, and he shoots his hot cum inside you. He grunts his way through an intense orgasm, as you continue to scream obscenities mixed with his name. You keep rolling your hips up to his, getting every last second of the sensation you can.

You relax into the pool of pleasure surrounding you, producing small high pitched sighs with each breath.

Brendon falls beside you, placing grateful kisses down your neck.

“So good, baby,” he whispers, still panting, “So good.”

“Shit Brendon,” you reply breathlessly, “So fucking good.” You both waited to catch your breath.

“I’ve waited three weeks for this, you know that?” You chuckle.

“I’ve waited for this since 11th grade,” He smirked, too adorably honest for you to take. Your heart melted into a giant puddle. You looked over at him and smiled. You scooted closer and placed your head down on his chest.

“Goodnight Y/n,” He said quietly.

“Goodnight Brendon,” You reply.

A/N: Woohoo, reader finally got it in! Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

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So I blocked him upon principle after seeing this... And because Matt told me to. Because I'm not chicken but Matt is all "I got this 'handled'" So I will let the Man handle.. all that. I was telling my younger brother and he was all "Jesus" And I was all "yeah that's what that boy needs" And he was all "I think he needs more of a Jessica, since Matt's your boyfriend and obviously not into dudes" Hahahaha So apparently the little creep who enjoys "hitting it hard" deleted his hard photo. Matt says he didn't notice because the kid often rolls his pants up.. and to each their own right? Apparently the kid has figured that is how to disguise his giant dick... Sigh So the quads will eventually work into the ass muscles... The lower ass muscles... believe it or not, I left that Google job up to you. So.. y'all see this pecker? It goes to the right--for viewing pleasure it's on the left. I only noticed because I was looking at his pants and well cause they're so tight where else did it go? Other people apparently just look at legs ... Sorry... I don't.. plus like he barely had his legs in the photo. Okay maybe he did. Maybe I'm just a perv Whatever but when your pants are that tight, where is it? Anyways... I'm just glad it's not me all "oh my god, how did I miss all the signals?!?" This time. It's not me the guys are getting hard ons about. This time I'm perv free. So matt had deleted alot of his photos because alot of girls were being perv on them... Haha and he told that guy that so the guy was all mmmm... No girls... I'm a guy. Yummy So this kid is a total control freak. He used to be all scrawny and supposedly although he keeps cropping girls out of his scrawny photos, he claims that he used to be made fun of and was picked on because he was little. So he's like won body building competitions and has totally overgrown his ego to fit his now inflated body... Like it's too big. Matt says he talked about me all the time but that kid was talking about how like... I'm not important.. like talking like Matt's dad. Which Matt's relatively immune to that after hearing it all his life. So the guy thought he was winning in his race to ... Uhm.. getting a head... Haha So... I forgot why I wrote this...But none of this information can be replicated into a for profit literary or theatre venture. It's my information I chose to share. So watch out for predators. This guy is one. You may share the Information but you must correctly claim where you got the information and if I find out some hooch wrote it in some book ... We will further discuss it in a legal suit. Matt's dealing with this now. He wanted to further embarrass the kid since the kid has balls enough to delete the photo after leaving it up for two weeks for everyone to see his cock-iness. Apparently he thought I wouldn't notice. That he's cocky and he's cocky about my friend and my friend doesn't like it. He doesn't like cockiness. Or skaggs. Alright. Jesse is getting anxious to see this dude's penis and so I should post it now. You see that? Jesse wants to see it. I all tried to put my hand over the kid's Johnson so that my brother could see his face and my brother was all screaming no. So Jesse wants his eyes to be raped. Y'all have a good day. I think for Matt.. we could manipulate it into a sexual assault of sorts... There's some type of sexual ... Idk.. I don't know the legal words but there's something... So have fun. Gossip Indulge You know...Matt's not using the photo for its intended purpose.. so girls, guys, you like creeps? Feel free to jack off. Whatever. I think it's offensive and I kinda question myself about posting this. I guess in the end I just like to speak about predators and their natural habitat. Oh.. Matt text him last night and told him that he doesn't want to work out with him anymore and so the kid was all I think we should talk about this in person After he was talking about how he had asked Matt if he could "rub his socket" like shoulder... Anyways. So Matt's elbow hit the kid... I would say Matt blew it off but that's the wrong terminology to use at this time. So the kid is about Control. Like seductive control. He thinks he's got shit under wraps by being sneaky. He's like the kind that's gonna put a camera in the locker room to watch someone shower. And he knows he's strong enough to use violence to win when seduction doesn't work. Idk where or how this kid grew up but... He's certainly trying to take advantage of life now. It's pretty gross and extremely sad. It's sad because he is so lame as to think he can take over someones life because they ask for advice. Totally and completely take over their life. He wants a intimate sexual relationship with Matt and matt is not interested and daily told him he was interested in someone else. Instead of listening he in public tells Matt he's got a hard on with him Sure it could been a joke. But it wasn't. It was sexual harrassment. Complete sexual harrassment which would gone unnoticed had I not noticed he goes to the right. And it's gross. We always laughed as kids about flashers... Guys in big trench coats flashing people in the streets. It's not funny anymore. It's not funny when it happens. And it's not funny when it happens to you. But in the child spirit we laugh at the flashers still today. I've made jokes. I know you've laughed.. some of you. Others whom are probably victims or activists have not. This happens to everyone. Alot of us know Matt. Matt is all rich and famous. Loved. Smart. Strong. Spiritual. Etc etc But this kid thinks that Matt is WEAK enough to be taken over. He thinks Matt is WEAK enough to see a giant dick and fall in love. What about those girls whom think they are in love? They don't what... Wash the car in the right bikini so he slaps them across the face? Because he can? Because she won't leave because she, like Matt, doesn't understand the control process this guy has. Sure professional body builder by 20 and murderer by 25. That's what I see. At least rapist or peeping tom or some creep ass shit. Because this guy is a creep. He's not funny. He's not cute. He's gross. He's controlling and he's dangerous. It's not about Matt and some creep. It's about how people get into relationships (business or personal) and don't understand the other person. My mother is a psychopath. I never really knew, as an adult. I moved out at 22 and never went back. I also moved out at 18. So seriously. You don't know who people are until you know who people are. Everyone was in love with me and Jesse being together. Okay well some people. But Jesse is a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. I had to not care what anyone thought and make my own decision about our relationship, which everyday Jesse is trying to veto my decision. Same thing when I got a divorce. Everyone was against me. I took it. I didn't give a shit. I got divorced. I refused to care what other people thought about my life and my relationships. This little creeping pecker is doing the same... Except I was living in reality and he is not. He stole Matt's shirts and is jizzing on them at nighttime. I gave my ex an apartment full of furniture and stuff, which he still uses, and told him to get lost. He was like it's okay. but for him it wasn't. He lied. The point is. Don't get with creeps. It's bad. If you feel you're in a dangerous situation, you probably are and you don't need facts such as a photo of a hard dick with literally your name on it when you don't want it. My ex Robby said he didn't like physical therapy because he had a bitch lesbian type grab his junk once... And she was all "no one would believe you, look at me!!" So he left. Didn't go back. Didn't report it. And now won't go to physical therapy. So that bitch won. This kid deleted his photo. But his intentions to take over Matt's life still remains. Who wouldn't want a super rich sweet sexy guy?? But this case, the kid, who is a trainer, is all "I made that body" "I control it" "his body would be nothing without me" that's control. That's wrong. That's bad. That's evil. Because actually Matt took the initiative to ask for help... Ironically so he wouldn't hurt himself working on parts of the body that he hadn't before. Sadly this is painful. My advice to matt is he's smart enough to look at muscle alignments and feel his own contractions in his body and to watch his bowel movements, to know exactly what sort of exercise to do and how and when. I can do it. I know Matt can do it. I don't like him to go to the gym alone cause he could get hurt and no one notice... But at this rate... He could get raped when there's people there!!!!! But ironically my advice is to always trust yourself. It's ironic because this guy trusted himself enough to take over Matt's life. To control Matt. I'm gonna rock this little bitch's world. Cause I heard he reads my Tumblr. I may commented and ran off in insta but here. I don't run. And he's gonna know that now everyone knows what he did. If it helps shame him. Or see himself the way real people see him. People with life experience. Then good If it angers him to the point he wants to be violent, then good. He can go to jail. Because everyone knows that he's a bad boy. And he can delete something but it's not going away. He can know that. He can know I know what he did and does and so can everyone else So he can look at those shirts he cums on and think he can be a good person and toss them and write an apology note and $100 so matt can get new shirts. Oh and btw Matt, that one he gave you back probably at one time, if not, still, has cum on it..So that can be tested.. if he washes his at home cummed on shirts. Or he can go wash his DNA off the shirts and hide and hope I/Matt don't convince someone to get a search warrant for his house. He could even burn them. Or he can be like for real I did a bad thing Or he could bury his face in the shirts and cry and say oh how he will miss Matt and sniff his cum mixed with Matt's sweat. And angrily jack off with the shirts wrapped around his dick. Throw shit. Scream and rampage his room. Then cry on his stolen shirts and sniff Matt's sweat and decide that no one is holding him back and become way more of a criminal he is now. Or just keep repeating that process until he finds someone new to put his creepy dick on, while working out. Like I said. Matt is not weak. But one day someone weak could come across this creep... And their life will end before it ever began because he will be in control of them. He's bi so it could be a girl. A small, tiny, bony girl with no muscle that he keeps that way so she can't fight back.