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st4rb3rries · 1 year

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STAN MARSH and KYLE BROFLOVSKI friendship hc's!! ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

pairings; stan and kyle x fem!reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; goofy friendship head cannons!!

warnings; cussing, underage drinking

a/n; my first time writing so lmk if theres any mistakes

YOUR FRIEND GROUP WITH THEM

you guys try to start a band. stan plays the electric guitar and you play the drums. but kyle.... oh sweet kyle. this orange head plays some type of classical instrument. my boy be playing the cello during a mcr (my chemical romance) song i swear😭😭.

stan: "dude c'mon this ain't the 1700's your piano doesn't belong here."

y/n: "yeah pack it up bethoven"

kyle: "DUDE IM SORWRY YK MY PARENTS MAQDE ME PLAY THIS GAY ASS INSTRUMENT!!!"

you and stan just giggle

there's always sleepovers at your house 24/7. your house is a safe spot for them. like y'all always snuggle and cuddle together in your bed. its so comfy too because you have so many plushies. you guys always watch movies and take naps after for sureee.<33

baking bro. kyle is the best baker out of y'all. one time stan and you tried to bake premade cookies. hell nah the fire department came. kyle was so mad that day becuase it was his oven and his parents were out of town... you and stan had to get summer jobs to pay off his oven. you guys still owe money whoops. you guys really hope kyle forgot about this accident. (he didn't.)

you guys go stargazing!! and it's the best thing to do too. kyle would bring his telescope and. you and stan would bring the snacks, flashlights, and blankets. one time you guys went and there was a mediator shower. all of you guys were in awe as you saw the mediators flash by. lowkey wanna of the best and rememberable moment you guys all have together.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH STAN

sometimes when stan is having a bad day with his parents he sneaks into your room and brings some beer to drink with you. kyle doesn't know you guys do this at all. but you guys drink A LOT whenever he comes over. it's literally a problem but #yolo😜. the conversations are worth it though. you guys talk about the meaning of life and. say some random ass shit. for example you both confessed that you had a crush on each other at some point in your guys life. nothing but laughter after that.

one time stan decided he wanted you to bleach his hair. he only wanted to dye it cause he didn't wanna look like his dad. he was having a mental breakdown about it. he never really shows this side to anyone but you, his bestie. he cries into your chest for a long time after venting. once he looks at your shirt (filled with snot and tears) he says "sorry" so much it's literally so cute. once you were done comforting him it was time to bleach his hair:D. (Y'ALL WERE STILL DRUNK) after bleaching his hair it looked good to y'all at that time... when he got sober he literally said, "y/n what the fuck happened to my hair." clearly you remembered what led to his bleached hair but he didn't. stan dyed it back to black himself ha.

he always plays his guitar to you. if he had a crush on you he'd definitely write a love song for you to listen to. definitely hasn't wrote one before. he play's all these catchy riffs for you and loves to see your face in awe. always tries to teach you to play but you get distracted cause he's so close to you😏. you listen to music with him 24/7 and share headphones!! radiohead, deftones, mcr, my bloody valentine are y'alls go to music artists. music is therapy for y'all.

THIRFTING!!! y'all go thrifting everyday bro i swear. he always finds the best stuff too. he finds all the embroidered jeans, vintage tees, and hella cool jewelry. LIKE HELLOO SHARING IS CARINGG!!! nah but you guys do be sharing clothes and accessories. since you guys have the same style. you guys also be pulling up to them yard sales. that's when your luck happens and. that's when stan gets jealous. you guys are depressed but well dressed.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH KYLE

you always play with his hair. since its so cute and fluffy. he often gets insecure cause of cartman. but it comforts him when you play and style his hair. when you style his hair i'm talking about pigtails, braids, space buns all that cute stuff. to go with that you add clips, headbands and bows. he looks goofy as hell but anything for his best friend. sometimes when he's so stressed he asks if he can come over to your house. you say yes ofc. he only comes just so he can get his hair played by you. once you guys start chatting away and his hair is getting played with he get's so relaxed. this is what heaven feels like to him!!

starbies and studying at the library. ok out of the 3 of y'all you and kyle are the smartest. when you go to the library you guys always go to your go to spot every time. if someone is setting there. kyle asks them to politely leave. if not his short temper comes out. once the person finally leaves you guys set up everything organized. you guys borrow fancy highlighters for notes and. big wordy text books to read to each other. you guys always go over the answers if you have tests at school. kyle usually is the first to one to passout. so you have to carry him out of the library sometimes. he looks so peaceful why would you wanna wake him up😭. stan secretly gets jealous that you guys study at the library without him. like come on guys he's smart too.

PLAYING DREIDEL WITH HIM!!! he adores when you play dreidel with him! you always loose though🙄. no one can out beat him. when he first asked you to play with him and. you asked him what it was. he was so excited to tell you. you fell asleep because he told you the whole ass history of the dreidel. like you just wanted to learn how to play😭. whenever it's getting close to hannukah you make dreidels out of clay for everyone. you decorate them and stuff. sheila is tearing up cause y'all so cute together making dreidel's. she defenitly takes a photo of you two. after you gave everyone their dreidel. the last person to receive one was cartman.... it didn't go so well.

since you guys are nerds. you guys definitely write emo poems and. it always be late at night too. this is when y'all become so sensitive and emotional. trauma, bullying, blood, sweat, and tears. go into these poems omfg. you guys also write books for ike!! he loves them!! especially the ones from you. you and kyle also write dumb ass books for each other too. they even have lil crayon drawings lmaoo. for example: kyle wrote on called, "jew on the boat". it was one page that said, "jew on the boat". with a silly drawing. HELPPP YOU GUYS LAUGHED AT THIS FOR HOURS AND. IT WASN'T EVEN THAT FUNNY.

#south park x reader #south park hcs #south park x you #south park x y/n #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski #- kye writes!

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hyunverse · 2 years

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wingman ʚɞ felix

lee felix && reader.

genre — fluff, pining, drabble.

about — you confront felix about his failed dates which you've set up. all hell breaks loose . . . or does it?

note — hi hi! do leave ur feedbacks, i love reading them ₍ᐢᐢ₎ requests open!

felix is tired. the whole day has been nothing but complete shit. as he walks down the hallways of the university, all he could think about is crashing onto his sofa and sleeping until the sky turns black. he’s not even thinking about what to have for lunch, too occupied with the thought of going to sleep.

“idiotic lecturer,” he hisses under his breath, both hands clasped onto the straps of his backpack. he had worked tirelessly on his assignment, only for the pages to be ripped up to pieces by his lecturer.

the hustles and bustles of the building makes felix’ head dizzy. he quietly cusses again upon realizing that he forgot to bring his headphones. being stressed makes you forget a lot of things — felix makes a mental note to calm down.

"lix!" a voice calls out — your sweet, sweet voice.

felix briefly looks back, turning around quickly when he remembers that he's avoiding you. immediately, his steps become faster. you've been blowing up his phone with angry texts from last night, and he knows exactly why.

"lee felix, i know you heard me," you yell, trying your best to catch up with your best friend, "please, stop avoiding me!"

as much as felix wants to curl up and hide from the world, he pauses in his spot at your last words. the blonde simply can't bear to see you plead. a deep breath is taken before he turns around to face you.

"i don't get it, lix. this is the third time i've set you up with my friend and you ghost them."

you're visibly frustrated — he hates that.

"the date was kind of boring y/n," he mutters, looking at everywhere but him, "i don't think we clicked that well."

a sigh slips past your lips, "did you even try?"

"i did!" he defends.

brown eyes glance around the area to ensure nobody's nearby. only artworks stare back at felix.

"i always try to like the people you set me up with," felix adds, "but i just can't. maybe you should stop setting me up with people."

"i just want you to go out and socialize lix. that's all. you barely go out, for god's sake. sometimes it feels like you yell at your computer more than you talk to people."

ouch.

his eyebrows furrow, face screaming disbelief. you've never said anything of the sorts to him, always so caring. so gentle.

"you're not in charge of my social life, y/nnie."

"but i'm your best friend! i just want to know why you keep on ditching my friends."

his lips part to talk, yet nothing but heavy exhales slip out. the tip of his tongue grazes his lower lip to wet them. at the meantime, your eyes bore holes into his pale skin, constantly pushing for him to answer. the pressure and the sounds of the airconditioner compressors intensify, boiling felix' blood.

"why, lix?"

"because i'm in love with you, okay?"

"what?"

the moment felix realizes what he had just said, his breath hitches. suddenly everything is silent — no sounds, just pure fear. fear of you turning away and abandoning him, fear of not being friends anymore, fear of —

"felix?" you mutter again, "do you mean that?"

his rings decorated fingers scratch the back of his neck, the other hand busy checking his pulse.

"lix?"

"i mean it, really."

"oh," is all that you manage to say.

just oh? felix could feel his saliva getting thicker, and that feeling in his stomach sinking even deeper.

"yeah. . ." he mumbles, and for the first time in forever, awkwardness surround the two of you.

"well," you breathe out, "i like you too, actually. . . been setting you up with all these people to try and. . .you know, get over you. felt like you didn't like me and if you had a partner, it wouldn't be as hard to get over you because i'd feel like i have no choice but to do so."

"huh?"

it's your turn to turn embarassed. you could feel your whole body heat up.

"yeah. . ."

"all this while, you've been setting me up because you didn't think you had a chance?" felix utters in disbelief, eyebrows raised, "i've been in love with you since forever."

the words sends you spiralling, cheeks turning red. a whirlpool of emotions overcome you — happiness, disbelief, stupid — name it. you're possibly feeling every emotion available except grief.

"i feel so stupid, lix" you can't help but smile; he thinks it's adorable.

felix bites the inside of his cheeks and the grip he had on his bagpack straps tightens, "you've been setting me up on dates for months now, how about i set you up on one this time? a date with me, at the park tomorrow?"

you swear you've never felt this giddy before.

"of course, lix. i've been waiting for this since forever."

#rin.delivers!#felix x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix x y/n #lee felix x you #stray kids x reader #felix oneshots #lee felix oneshots #felix imagines #lee felix imagines #lee felix fluff #felix fluff #felix imagine #felix oneshot

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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Going off the sweet home Alabama thing I’d legit kill for some random arguments or bickering from Eddie and the reader like give me them fighting like an old married couple Sarah!!🤣💕

Hello babes!! I am obsessed with the idea of Eddie and you being together since like middle school so you two just know exactly how to annoy me another😂 so enjoy babes!!💖

-also this is VERRRYY dramatic lol lots of cussing and bickering but it’s what I imagine it would be like being married to Eddie for a long ass time would be like if you’ve know him your whole life✨

*Eddie swears you’re the one person he’s ever felt like strangling while also wanting to kiss but hey that’s married life right? Lol*

“What in the actual fuck is this?” “It’s light beer.” “Why’s it in our fridge?” “Because you like to drink beer after work and I am a nice wife and make sure you’re never out.” “If you were a nice wife you wouldn’t buy this beer flavored water.” “You’ll get used to it Eddie don’t be so dramatic.” “I know you’re not calling me dramatic when you’re the one who was yelling at me from the porch yesterday about not having any coffee creamer.” “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t such an asshole and used the last of it and didn’t tell me while I was at the store and could’ve gotten more.” “So this is payback is that it? I used your creamer so you buy me watered down beer?” “Oh just shut up and drink the damn beer Edward.”

“Can I ask you a question?” “Sure baby what’s up?” “Do your hands work?” “What? Yeah they work…” “okay so why can’t you use them to load your fucking dishes into the dishwasher?” “I was in a rush this morning and forgot to put my bowl in the dishwasher I’m sorry.” “Are you in a rush right now?” “I might be…depending on if you’re about to yell at me or not…” “go look in the sink Eddie and tell me who’s shit is in there.” “I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say mine?” Ding ding! You’re the winner Mr. Munson!” “You’re on fire tonight baby.” “I’m about to light a damn fire under your ass if you don’t go in there and do this dishes.” “All you had to do was ask me to do the dishes sweetheart.” “I did…over an hour ago.” “Oh…shit.”

“I just said I like the blue one better that’s all.” “But I’m wearing the red one so why would you bother telling me you like the other dress better when I’m clearly not wearing it?” “Because you asked me if I liked the blue or the red one…” “god you’re so annoying haven’t you learned anything by now?” “I’ve learned plenty. Mainly that you’re fucking ridiculous and always want to ask me my opinion on your outfit when we are already running late to our dinner reservation.” “I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who just told me you didn’t like my outfit.” “I didn’t say that. I just said I like the blue one better.” “But I’m not wearing the blue one.” “I’m fucking aware of that baby I do have eyes that work perfectly fine.” “Oh good so you’ll be able to find your way to the couch tonight just fine.” “I’m not sleeping on the couch because you asked me a trick question.” “Oh yes you are.” “You really sometimes make me consider jail time.” “You’d look horrible in country orange.” “I can’t stand you.” “Yes you can now come help me unzip this so I can put the blue one on you asshole.”

“I didn’t do anything.” “Really? So the car just magically got a dent the size of California on the front bumper on its own?” “Yup.” “Baby just tell me what happened okay?” “Our neighbor doesn’t take his fucking trash cans in and I was leaving for the store and it just came out of nowhere.” “A trashcan…that doesn’t even have wheels on it…just came out of nowhere?” “Yes Eddie…don’t fucking laugh at me you asshole.” “Now were you putting on your damn chapstick when this trashcan just jumped into the middle of the road?” “Maybe…” “You’re gonna be the death of me I just know it.” “Only if you’re lucky.” “You gotta be more careful baby. Both eyes on the road when you’re driving okay?” “Yeah yeah I know.” “If you know then why did you go head to head with a trashcan and barley win?” “I mean have you seen the trashcan? I totally won that fight.” “I’d hope so.” “We also might owe Mr. Thomas a new trashcan…” “Of course we do.” “Don’t look at me like that it was an accident.” “You need to have your license taken away.” “Says the one who ran over a whole nativity scene once and didn’t think to stop so the poor snowman display also got massacred.” “Oh come on I was fifteen.” “So? It doesn’t change the fact it happened.” “You’re the one who acts like you get bonus points for ever curb you hit and don’t get me started on how many times you’ve ran out of gas in the middle of the road because you never check the tank before leaving the house.” “Well I wouldn’t have to check if my husband did a better job of keeping the tank full for me.” “Filling your gas tank wasn’t in the vows baby.” “I didn’t think I needed to add it…” “that’s what you get for thinking.” “That was rude Edward Munson.” “Sorry baby I love you…what are you doing? Put the phone down baby…there’s no need to call Wayne.” “Uncle Wayne…yeah…he just called me stupid.” “Oh fuck…”

#husband Eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #Eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson drabble

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lovely-vermin · 1 year

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Just our little secret(PT.1)

Summary:The rest of the neighbors slowly start to remember things with the musician of their town but it seems that Y/N isn’t as alone in their house as they say they are

TW/CW:Breaking the fourth wall,creepy or odd situations,hearing random voices,the three people in Y/N’s house are inspired by some characters and I’ll make character sheets for them soon,Y/N is keeping secrets,thinking your fake and not real,CLOSE UPS OF EYES USED FOR GIFS,SOMETIMES FLASHING LIGHTS DEPENDING ON THE GIF,cuss words,Y/N is hiding MANY secrets,if I have forgotten anything or accidentally went over Clown’s boundaries tell me so I can change something

First it was Poppy to have these…memories about Y/N. Wally found her on the floor holding her head. “Poppy..are you okay?” Soon Poppy looked up giving a soft smile but it was obvious she was very confused.

“Ye…ah,I’m just having some flashbacks or memories. I was just a little chick who couldn’t fall asleep when I saw someone who looked a lot like Y/N and sounded a lot like them looking up at me then climb up to talk to me. We talked until I fell asleep. I remember hearing the person count something then left…I’m so confused” Wally was worried for his dearest friend. He sat beside her. “Would you like me to keep you company for now?” “Yes…I’d like that” Wally and poppy continued to talk about the memories until they heard humming.

It was Y/N,Y/N strolled in smiling and humming while holding a box of cookies. “Oh hello Wally and Poppy! I just came by to drop off these cookies for you Poppy,my way of saying thanks for teaching me to bake!” Poppy smiled as she took the box from Y/N’s hands gently. “Thank you,I appreciate this a lot! I even forgot what I was talking about! Silly me!” Y/N just nodded and chuckled but Wally could see how Y/N was looking outside the window and not at Poppy…

“Well I must be going! Songs won’t make themselves!” The two other neighbors agreed as Y/N left. As soon as Y/N left they immediately grabbed someone’s ear and dragged them fast to their house then threw them inside as they softly shut the door. “Mutt..my dearest friend…why were you outside of house?”

“Mutt missed Y/N so Mutt went to find Y/N! Mutt is sorry” Y/N sighed as they cradled Mutt’s head in their chest. Mutt smiled at feeling Y/N rub his head. “It’s fine mutt,you know I just worry so much about you and the others. I don’t want you hurt so please promise me not to go outside unless I’m with you..okay?” “Okay! Mutt understands!” Y/N smiled as their wolfy friend went to his bed and played with his guitar as house was soundproof so no one outside of house can hear inside.

House sighed happily or let some noise to know that they’ll be at bay much longer now making Y/N smile. “Now..where are your brothers mutt?” “Asleep!” “Hmm…maybe I’ll make apple pie and some milkshakes so we can eat them…yeah that sounds good”

#welcome home arg x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #just our little secret series #request turned into a series

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Request for more candybats tkl fluff plz??

I’ve seen too much werewolf Kevin floating around to NOT use it, so I’m gonna use my version

Ler Streber, Lee Kevin

Warning: cussing (except sassy Kev lmao)

Word count: 936

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There was a lot to love about having a werewolf boyfriend. The full moons often led to a night full of snuggles, and a night full of helping Kevin learn how to control shifting between different forms, although those nights also made it the most challenging.

However, some nights, Streber swore…

“AWOOOOOO”

“AAAAAAAA”

“AAWAWAWAWAWWW”

“AWWAAMAAWAMMAMAMAAWWW”

… that Kevin was a werehusky of some sort.

The worst part is, even in full wolf form, Kevin could speak. He just often chose not to unless he was telling Streber off. Instead he’d scream his woes to the skies, much like the Youtube-famous dog breed.

“Kevin! I get it, you get paid minimum wage, most of us do, now shut up!”

“NO! AAAWAWAWAAAAWAWAAAA!!!”

Streber sighed, listening to his werewolf boyfriend scream like some kind of crazy wild animal, tapping his paws around on the ground and swishing his floofy tail as he went. The vampy boi had to think. There had to be some way to teach him a lesson for being a loudmouth, didn’t there?

Wait.

Oh my god I’m a fucking idiot. Why didn’t I think of that before?

He clicked his tongue and whistled, calling the pupper over to the couch.

“Kevin! C’mere!”

“Pets?” the fluffball asked as he hopped onto the couch, his tail wagging at the prospect of attention.

“Yes, pets, you big mutt, come here,” Streber offered, opening his arms as his boyfriend leapt onto the couch and snuggled into his arms before flopping into his lap.

“Mmmm, attention… also I’m not a mutt, I’m a wolf, get it right,” Kevin argued, pushing on Streb’s face with a paw.

“Yeah, yeah… seriously, what is it about this form that brings so much sass out of you?”

“I don’t know, honestly, I call it ‘doggo sass.’”

“Pft- doggo sass… oh, you’re so weird sometimes.”

“Hey, at least I’m not as weird as you are 24/7.”

“I’m not weird, you take that back!”

“Mmmm… nah. You’re weird. Pretty sure Rad and Rick would agree, too. I mean, ‘hauntiest of houses?’ Really? Is hauntiest even a word?”

“Oh, you will not let that go, will you?”

“No, I absolutely will not! I mean, seriously?”

“Kevin, what did I tell you was gonna happen if you made fun of my haunted house?”

“Uhh… Hm… I honestly forgot. I mean, we did end up more focused on something else, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. But, I told you that if you made fun of my haunted house, that I. Was going…” Streber paused for dramatic effect, but also to see if the fluffball that was currently upside down in his lap remembered. But it seemed he couldn’t.

“Was going… to what?” Kev tilted his head to the side.

“To tickle you!” Streber announced, grabbing Kevin up under his arms (front legs?) and pulling him further over his lap.

“WHAT? Nonononono! Streb, no!” Kev panicked, wiggling, twisting and kicking his hind paws in his boyfriend’s grip.

“Hey, I warned you fair and square, plus I’ve had enough of your attitude tonight!”

“Nono, c’mon, there must be something I can do, right? Right?”

“Hmmm… Ok. Turn back and maybe, MAYBE. Maybe I’ll spare you. If you’re good,” Streber offered, a deal he thought was fine.

Apparently Kevin thought otherwise.

“How about… you don’t tickle me and I stop pawing you in the face?”

“Hmmm… how about… nope!” Streber chirped.

Before Kevin had the chance to protest, he squealed, bursting into giggles as Streber gently scratched at his fluffy belly, squirming as much as he could, even as Streber’s fake arm held tight.

“Aww, poor little wolfy with a ticklish, fluffy belly!” the ravenette cooed, “Bet you regret trying to act like a big dog now, huh?” He caught himself laughing at his own joke.

“Thahat was ahahawfuhul!”

“I think you mean it was… pawful?”

“Youhur johohohokes suhuhuck!”

“Then why are you laughing, hm?~”

“Behecahahahause! Ihit tihi-AAHAHA NOHO!” the poor wolfy twisted in his boyfriend’s hold as the scritches moved from his belly to his ribs.

“Because it what, Kevin? Use your words!”

“STREHEHEB! AHAHAHA NOHO! NOHOT THAT SPOHOHOT!” he squealed as Streber’s fingers gently scratched over a little spot on his lower ribs that had his hind leg kicking like a dog getting an itch scratched.

“Not this spot? You sure, Kev? Your lil leggy sure seems to like it! Look!”

“NOHOHO!” Kevin whined, pulling his paws over his face, the fur on his ears and cheeks fluffing up.

“Y’know, Kev, you’re not doing a very good job of hiding!~”

“IHI’LL TUHUHURN BAHAHACK!” Kevin finally gave in.

“You promiseee?~”

“AHASK AGAHAHAIN AHAHAND I’LL TIHICKLE YOUHU TOHOHOHOO!”

Eyes widening a bit at the threat, Streber withdrew his hands, letting his boyfriend calm down, panting and giggling, moments before the wolf in his lap was human once more.

“Yehe… youhuhu… you suhuhuck…” the giggly ravenette complained.

“Aw, I know, but you love me, ya big puppy!” his fellow ravenette responded cheerfully.

“Ihi do…”

Streb chuckled as he gently ruffled Kevin’s hair, before his fingers gently began combing through Kevin’s knotted locks.

“How does your hair always turn into a rat’s nest every time you go into wolf form?” Streb giggled a bit at the current state of his boyfriend’s hair.

“Well, I’m sure that tickling me and messing with it is not helping,” Kev reasoned, poking at his boyfriend’s leg.

“Yeah yeah yeah… ah well. I’ll help you brush it out tomorrow morning. For now, we need to sleep. You’ve got work tomorrow.”

Kevin groaned at the reminder and snuggled up to his warm boyfriend. “Fineee… goodnight, Streb…”

“Goodnight, my giggly puppy…”

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Omg a finished fic who'd've thunk it?!

#eun writes #sm #spooky month #sm kevin #sm streber #werewolf!kevin #spooky month kevin #spooky month streber #sm tickles #spooky month tickles #lee!kevin #lee!werewolf kevin #ticklish!kevin #werewolf kevin #spooky month werewolf kevin #sm werewolf kevin #ler!streber

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Oh, shit, Lee- Tell me you’re joking…you should…talk to someone…you can talk to me…my god- that isn’t okay…Um, That’s okay, tumblers taking enough of a beating with my constant re-blogging, must’ve just been my mistake. Actually? I always kinda thought me sleeping with a stuffed animal was babyish, but thanks! Also- I’M SO SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT I’M SO SORRY!

Sun: Uh, my eyes? And uh, I like my freckles…OH! I think I have like pretty good looking feet, so all the people that have like a ✨thing ✨for it, I think I can show them a good time 😏. I like how I pay attention to little things, but sometimes it can hurt me and I’ll end up overthinking things.

Uranus: Hmmm…where to begin…I live in The United States right now where we value guns over female rights sooo…but yea, our entire government is fucked up, that’s right, I CUSSED, which is R-A-R-E. I feel like we should change it not only because of how it is now, but because we made it during like the 1700s I think? And it’s what 2023 now? Things have changed! Our entire world is different! It just needs a little update, and oh my god I hate the fact that they don’t listen to anyone when making decisions over our daily lives like it’s no big deal, they see the protests, they see over social media our opinions and people from other nations are criticizing our government, but N-O-P-E don’t change a thing. Also, when we elect a president we have to deal with him for 4 years, I think we should have a system where people can vote them out each year is they don’t like the progress they are doing and if it reaches a certain number of votes they’re out of office, because wtf?! The government lies all the time, especially the leader of the United States, so we have to put trust into them, then most of them take it for granted and fuck yo our lives even more! Also, the DUCKING WILLOW PROEJECT?! WTF. Biden said he’d help our climate change but he approves of a project solely based on polluting our earth, especially the air we breathe, the place I grew up and will continue to live will forever change , which I knew it eventually would, but not so quickly and in a bad way!

Descendent: like people the exact opposite of me, but we have enough in common to get along really well. Mars, Mercury, and MC.

- Tommy (Here’s a Cookie cuz I feel bad that you may or may not have read all that 🍪)

It's okay, everyone in my family can sort of see spirits too, but we don't talk about ✨trauma✨

I read it all, don't worry ☺ but I will take the cookie hehe~!

Mars; are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

Hm~ im very socially anxious, so either one makes me a little scared, but! If I like your vibe and you approach me first I will be very, very comfortable talking to you ☺

Mercury; are you a talkative person?

When I feel comfortable yeah, maybe a little bit much 😅😅

Even more so when I speak Spanish I can ramble on and on about something without breathing lol

MC; what kind of reputation do you think you have?

Huh? Idk...?

Maybe a pushover irl, but online I feel like im the intimidating-looking teddy bear, a lot of people get scared when they wanna talk to me (or so they've told me) but they feel comfortable when they realize im just a silly guy

I legit forgot what reputation even was in the first place 😑 so I might've fucked up that answer lol

I'll say; Jupiter, Neptune and Aries 😁😁

#.tommy🥰#my healing love 💙#my lovely bunny😘

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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Proof of Work Ch. 1: The Assignment

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You were in an amazing mood. There had never been a more perfect day.

Nine, uninterrupted hours of sleep, the perfect song blasting through your headphones, not a single ounce of traffic on your way to work.

It was truly the perfect day- you had put on your favorite pair of pants in celebration, tight around the ass and loose mid-thigh down. You felt powerful, like an unstoppable, bubble-butted, goddess.

There wasn't a thing that could ruin your day- except the staff meeting you forgot.

You only remembered when you were halfway to your office, headphones ripped off of your head unceremoniously by a tattooed hand. You whipped around, completely offended and ready to cuss someone out. Your harsh expression softened when you spotted Jungkook- yelling at him would be like yelling at a puppy. Or a bunny- he kind of looked like one, now that you thought about it. You didn't bother getting annoyed at him- you knew after three years of being his coworker that Jungkook was just being Jungkook.

"Boss is gonna kill you when she finds out you're late," Jungkook laughed, holding your headphones in his hand, dangling the head strap delicately on a finger. "Also- who still uses fat ass headphones like this? What brand are these?"

He stared at them with peaked interest, putting them on his head. He immediately started bopping his head, eyebrows burrowing while he pursed his lips, wiggling his shoulders to the beat. His black hair flopped around in time with his shoulders like an cartoon character and you wished you could laugh, you really did. Instead, you stared at him blankly, fist tightening around your coffee cup, "Late to what?"

"Huh?" Jungkook yelled, snagging one corner of his lip up in confusion.You groaned, pushing the headphones down onto his shoulders.

"Late to what?" You repeated, raising your eyebrows.

"Oh- project check ins- the meeting started like, twenty minutes ago." He said plainly, nodding his head.

Twenty minutes- twenty minutes.

"Oh, my, God." You said, heavy pause between each word.

How was Jungkook so calm? You were both royally fucked- so incredibly, so deeply, fucked. Your boss hated tardiness, hated anything less than perfect. You admired that about her, appreciated the punctuality in the third-party UI UX field where sometimes, artistry took the place of punctuality.

You loved it a lot- until you were twenty minutes late to a staff meeting you had completely forgot about.

You shoved Jungkook by the shoulder, pushing him aside and started sprinting towards the conference room until you were jolted back by the wire connecting your headphones around Jungkook's neck to the phone in your pocket.

"Ow!" Jungkook shrieked, trailing behind you.

"Hurry up!" You cried, running childishly towards the room. You pushed the glass door open, chest heaving slightly as Jungkook bumped into your back, skidding to a stop.

"-The client is difficult, I know- but surely..."

Your boss trailed off, distracted by your sudden appearance. Her eyebrows lifted and you flinched, ready for an ass whooping to end all ass whooping but instead what happened was worse.

Yeah, this was so much worse.

She smiled. A creepy little serene smile with vacant eyes flickering between you and Jungkook, tilting her head eerily. There was an evil little plan swirling around in her head- you could tell just by looking at her.

"Perfect," She grinned, "Dumb and Dumber can have the account. Glad that's settled."

"What account?" You asked lamely, freezing for a moment when your boss sent you a punishing look. You faltered, bowing immediately in respect, "I mean- thank you."

Your ass hit Jungkook's crotch, a soft groan falling from his lips, forcing him to bow with you. Your coworkers snickered quietly, stifling their laughter only slightly when your boss proclaimed the meeting to be over.

You straightened up while everyone else filtered out, looking around for the possibility of catching a single clue as to what you were meant to be anticipating with this new account.

"Seriously, what account?" You mumbled, eyes wide.

"Oh, you'll see," A coworker mumbled ominously, wiggling past you.

"I'll email you the details- Jungkook, you're out of dress code and I'm writing you up," Your boss said sternly, brushing past the pair of you, still stupidly connected by your headphone wires.

"Aw man," Jungkook whined, throwing his head back helplessly. You eyed his outfit- spotting nothing wrong with it until you realized he had slides on. Who wears slides to work?

You glared at him, wide eyes in disbelief, "You are so, incredibly, stupid."

"Hey, I'm smart enough to warn you about the meeting," He frowned, pulling off the pair of headphones and handing them back to you, "And at least we get to work on this together."

He was right about that.

This wasn't the first time you and Jungkook had been referred to as Dumb and Dumber. The two of you were the same age and got the same internship one summer, spending half an hour confused about the commercial printer on the third floor. Two years later and no one had let the sight of Jungkook and you covered in toner ink go, coining the annoying little nickname even after the pair of you had become salaried web designers.

You liked Jungkook, you really did- but he was too dependent on his natural artistic ability instead of the coding and he couldn't be more different than you. You weren't as good of a designer as him but it didn't make sense to you how he seemed to be able to come up with the most amazing interface designs and then fuck it all up in the end by forgetting to code half of the aspects he wanted.

It was infuriating, watching him waste his vision on stupid mistakes that seemed so perfectly avoidable to you and now he was your partner on an account you had no details about.

"Can we just go back to our desks, I gotta check out these account details," You mumbled, any sign of your good mood evaporated.

Even your desks were comically juxtaposed. Your company had a thing for community, the bulk of the designers sharing one large office space with huge desks shoved together like some sort of medieval gathering. Because you were hired on at the same time, Jungkook's desk space was diagonal from yours and was organized to a tee.

There wasn't a thing out of place, although there wasn't much to place in the first place. Just a large black desktop monitor and matching accessories. Simple, bare- empty.

Meanwhile, your setup was covered in pastels and pretty little things. You had notes everywhere, print outs of previous project mock ups and guidelines. A tiny cat figurine held up your ipad, lit with a million to do reminders and nagging deadlines, and there were at least three empty coffee cups littering your space at all times.

You had to refresh your inbox four times before you got the email.

You clicked on the brief, a sinking feeling in your gut. You eyed the name of the client, uttering the surname over and over underneath your breath.

"Where have I heard that name?" You whispered, frowning to yourself.

"On the news- they just filed for bankruptcy last week," Jungkook groaned from his desk, head falling into his hands.

The pit in your stomach sunk even further, scanning over the entire email once more.

"They want us to reboot their entire carbon fucking footprint," You gasped, realizing how large of a project this was.

"How can they afford this?" Jungkook frowned, staring at his own screen.

You barely processed the question- a ringing in your ear getting deafeningly loud. A project like this would take months- months of long nights, hard work, and migraines all for a company who already had one foot in the grave. Not to mention- months of being attached at the hip to Jungkook.

Wild, unpredictable, annoyingly sleepy Jungkook who cared more about what he was going to eat for lunch than what the rest of the office thought about him. You watched any chance you had at shedding the Dumb and Dumber tag line disintegrate in your mind, head already pounding at the thought.

No, no, no, no, no-

"Hey," Jungkook snapped, catching your attention, "Stop freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out," You lied, shaking your head vigorously.

"Yes, you are," He insisted, "You're like- green. If you throw up now everyone's gonna stop calling you dumber and start calling you pukey."

"I'm not dumber, you are," You grumbled, flattening your head on your desk and silently hoping an asteroid would hit the Earth at this exact moment.

Jungkook didn't say anything back to you and you assumed he had chosen to ignore your theatrics until ten minutes later when you felt a hand at your shoulder. You sat up slowly, pouting childishly. Jungkook stood above you, turning your chair to face him better as he thrust a cup of coffee out towards you, "Drink this, remember to breathe, and relax."

You stared at the coffee a beat too long before taking it, freezing when Jungkook rubbed his thumb against your forehead, smoothing out the red spot caused by the hard surface of your desk with an amused smile on his face, "You're not alone, you have me. We can do this, together- right?"

"This is a disaster," You seethed.

"But imagine if we pull this off- come on," He urged, rubbing out the frown lines on your face. Why was he so comfortable touching you? "With your anal retentive personality and my creative genius- just think of what we can do. Think about how impressive it'll be, think about the raise you'll get."

"People will stop calling me dumb," You mumbled vacantly, deliberately choosing to ignore Jungkook calling you anal retentive.

"How is that better than a raise?" Jungkook snorted, "Whatever- we got this, right?"

"R-Right," You mumbled.

"Maybe this can be like our redemption arc, yeah?" He joked, ruffling your hair under the palm of his hand.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, blinking slowly. He looked entirely too confident, beaming down at you brightly. Maybe he did hypnosis as a side gig because suddenly you found yourself completely convinced.

Maybe this would work. Maybe you could do this- together.

#bts fic #bts drabble #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook crack #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #bts blurbs #bts crack fic

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Will You Be Mine?

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author note: AAHHH MY FIRST PETER FIC!!! The way I'm so excited for y'all to read this.

Background info: Gwen is alive just not connected to Peter.

Tasm!Peter x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

song: Beginning Middle End -Leah Nobel

warning(s): cussing, peter is a sweetie, this whole thing is corny tbh lol

Sometimes, you get what you’ve always been wishing for

And most times it’s not on your deadline, but that’s alright

September 30, 2022

“That’s not the point Gwen. The point is that Ben is dating MJ, Anna is dating Remy, and you’re transferring to fucking Oxford because you got offered your dream job. I’m single and work at the university library that literally no one goes to unless its midterms or finals.”

“Why are you in such a rush? You’re only 22.”

“Okay? You’re 22 too! You’ve accomplished so much. I feel like I’m letting all my years just fly by. I haven’t even been in love. People from my high school literally have children and are married. My current commitment is literally to a Jane Austen novel. I just wanted to at least be in a committed relationship or something by junior year.”

“You have time. You don’t have a deadline to find love.”

“Yeah yeah. I gotta get to organic chem. Be here when I get back?”

“You know it.”

I was worn out and jaded

From trying on people to love

But you fit so well

April 1, 2023

“You know before I met you I was gonna swear off men and turn myself into the nunnery.”

“You’re not even Catholic.”

“I know.”

“Oh, whatever. You were not gonna do that.”

“Okay fine maybe not, but I was about to give up on love. It was just so tiring trying to someone to be with. It was like trying to find a pair of jeans that fit perfectly without any crotch bump or that weird gap in the back. You, however, were the perfect fit.”

“Were you this cheesy when we met?”

I squinted at him and then just sighed. “Don’t you have Spidey duties to tend to?”

“Hear any police sirens?”

“No.”

“Then no. I’m all yours baby.”

When they ask why

I can never explain

March 14, 2023

“I just need to know. Peter Parker? Awkward skater dude? Why him out of everyone on this campus?”

“I don’t know Gwen. He’s just. I don’t know. Remember when I got back from chemistry that one day?”

“Yeah?”

“When he sat down he told me his name and I swear I heard a symphony. A symphony bitch. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what is.”

“I think you need to give romance books a break.”

“I’m serious Max! I just kne- *Kim Possible text tone* It’s Peter. I gotta go.”

“What? Didn’t you just get here?”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, but I completely forgot that I promised Pete that I’d go to the museum with him.”

“It’s fine I have packing to do but tell Parker I’d really appreciate having my best friend back!” she yells to me as I’m speed walking towards the door.

“I will!”

Sometimes, it’s hard to see what the future holds

And most times, it feels like a steep climb

And that’s alright

2 weeks before graduation

I’m staring at Pete sitting at my desk from my bed. He’s going through his camera roll; looking at some pictures we just got back from taking on the Brooklyn Bridge. I couldn’t help this uneasiness in my stomach whenever I would look up from him. I enjoy being with him a lot, but what if these moments I cherish so much with him will be ending soon? I guess I knew subconsciously that we were eventually gonna have the after graduation talk. I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. Was this just a college thing?

“What are you overthinking?” I hear Peter ask me from across the room.

“Are we gonna break up when we graduate?”

There’s nothing, but silence. I look up and see Pete just staring at me.

“If that’s what you want.”

I could hear the crack in his voice.

“No! God, no! It’s just.. we never talked about what we would do after college. We never discussed if we were staying together or if this was just a college thing.”

“I’m sorry I just assumed that we were together no matter what. I’d become a freelance photographer and you’d work at The Met.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, that works.”

I know it’s just Peter, but I’m so embarrassed right now. I can’t even look at him. I get up and decide to go to the kitchen, so the awkwardness in the atmosphere dissipates. Once I get to the kitchen I kind of just stand there staring at the fridge. It’s more of me just zoning off and replaying the previous events in my head. All of a sudden the sight of the blurry fridge is replaced with a blurry Peter.

“Can’t believe you thought us graduating was gonna rid you of me. You’re stuck with me for a while. Probably life.” He says while hugging me. I squeeze a bit harder. Savoring the moment, a bit longer. “You’re it for me bug.” And that right there made me burst out in tears.

“You know there’s no backing out now, right?” I say though sniffling.

“Do you?” He says with extra emphasis on the “you”.

There’s magic in details

The tender small gestures of love

And they all add up

Current Day

“Babe, babe, where is that charm bracelet I gave you for your birthday last year?” Peter asks when he lands on my window ledge.

“Well, hello to you too.” I say while giggling and getting up from my desk, so I can walk over to him. Checking for bruises and such.

“Hey. Now, Where’s the bracelet?”

“Last time I checked it was on my wrist. Why?”

“I got you another charm. Remember how you said it would be cool to have a Spider-Man charm for your bracelet, so you could take me everywhere you go? Well, I made one.”

“Stop. Let me see it!” It was absolutely gorgeous. Had his signature colors and everything.

“Here, let me put it on.”

I put my wrist out so he can attach it to the next available space on the bracelet. My heart swells up looking at him put the charm on so diligently. I will never be able to convey to him how much this means to me.

“And voila. Mini me.”

I just busted out laughing because what the fuck.

“Okay, was there a reason you came in here at the speed of light just to give me a charm?”

“It’s not just a charm! I’m offended. It’s a charm that you said you wanted, so I spent time making it, so I could give it to my lovely girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

“No, but almost breaking my window coming in here was,” I say with an underlining joking tone. “Did you have somewhere to be after this?”

“No, just wanted to give it to you as soon as possible.”

“Alright bug boy strip.”

“Oh? Is this my thank you?” He said wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re gross you know that right? I’m checking to make sure nothing is broken. You might get a thank you after. Now strip.”

7 months later

And they said writing a song would be hard. This was probably one of the easiest things I’ve done. I can’t wait to sing it for Peter. Speaking of, he texted me that he was 5 minutes away 5 minutes ago so

“Darling? Love of my life? Please open your window. It’s freezing.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why it's closed.” I said while laughing and going to open the window. I made sure to lay out some warm pajamas for him, so he could go straight to the shower. He jumps off the windowsill and tries to sit down on my bean bag until I started yelling.

“AH! You know better! Go take a shower before you catch a cold.”

“But bug.”

“But bug nothing. Go.”

He hangs his head but goes to take a shower. I decide to get my guitar ready, so as soon as he’s settled I can sing for him. He’s in there for about 15 minutes before he comes out. I will admit seeing him come out of our bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist did something to me, but we are going to have just a sweet night tonight where I don’t end up almost having our neighbors complain to the landlord about loud noise past 10. Besides. I don’t miss seeing the developing bruises on his ribcage.

“Remember how I told you I wanted to write a song?”

“Mhm.” He replies knowingly while putting on his pajamas.

“Well, I finished.”

He whips his head towards me. “No way. Let me hear it.”

I go to pick up my guitar, but he picks me up from my seat so he can take my place while moving me to sit on his lap.

“Babe, I need my guitar.”

“Do you really?” He says while holding me tighter making sure I can’t get up to get my guitar.

“You’re abusing your spider powers by holding me captive.”

“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says while smiling mischievously at me. “Now, come on. I need to hear this amazing song you wrote.”

“How do you know it’s amazing? You haven’t even heard it yet.”

“Because you wrote it.”

“You’re so corny.”

I sing most of the song without looking at him, because I know he’s giving me that look that makes me re-fall in love with him and I can’t handle that right now. I get closer to the ending and that’s when I decide to look at him because it’s the verse that really brought this song to be.

“Five years later, and I’m still yours. Ten years later, and I’m still yours. Fifty years later, and I’m still your beginning and middle and end.” And that repeats again and then I finish off the song by saying, “Will you be mine?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“In five, ten, and fifty years I’ll be yours.”

There it is. The look that makes me re-fall in love with him.

“And I’ll be yours,” I reply before he pulls me in for a kiss.

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 4 years

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Man, That's Deep (Corpse Husband x reader)

Description: Y/n meets Corpse for the first time during a stream of Among Us. Things get a little chaotic from there.

Character(s): Corpse, Jacksepticeye (Sean), PewDiePie (Felix), Valkyrae (Rae), Ken, Disguised Toast (Toast)

Pov: 3rd person

Warning(s): cussing but besides that nah just a bunch of sweet stuff :)

A/n: hello! So I've recently hopped into the whole infatuation with Corpse thing, (it's kinda hard not to.) Thus I decided to write this. Hope you like it!

*none of the Gifs used are mine. Full credit goes to the maker.

A loud blast of thunder pounded the ground near y/n's house causing her to frown. Storms often rattled her, especially because she lived alone and dedicated a majority of her time to streaming and playing pretty frightening games. She tapped on her headphones and leaned back into her chair. Her eyes flashed to her server.

Is it storming here you're at?

"Yeah it's pouring down outside. Maybe it's a good time to play something else... something less terrifying." She ended the game and began to search for something else to stream.

"Any suggestions?" She asked the chat, scrolling through possibilities. Before she could pick, however, her phone buzzed. Reaching over, she picked up the device and checked it's screen. "Hold on, I got a message from Sean. Do you guys wanna watch me play some among us?"

She checked the chat. The responses were ones of excitement, as y/n rarely played among us let alone with the group that Sean played with but everytime y/n and Sean played something together things got interesting, considering how competitive the two were. Her eyes paused at a comment.

Will Corpse be there!?

She sat back in her chair, turning towards her computer. "Uhmm...I don't know actually. All I know is that they need a tenth person and I need a game to play that takes my attention away from this storm..." She began typing in the code.

"Although I've never played with him before nor have I talked to him. However-" she paused before pressing enter. "I do think it'd be cool to talk to him because he seems so kind...okay, I'm in."

She turned on the discord and unmuted, and almost instantly she was thrown into chaos. "She killed right in front of you, Felix!" Y/n's eyes widened and she looked into her camera. "Hey guys." She laughed, turning back to the game.

"Y/n!" Sean said cheerfully, ending whatever was left over from the previous game. A chorus of "y/n's" followed, until a deep baritone voice broke through. "Hello, y/n." She smiled softly at the sound, it being almost prettier than she had imagined. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Oh yeah, y/n, I forgot you and Corpse haven't met before." Sean spoke as he changed the color of his among us character. "I've been wanting to meet you actually before this but Sean refused to give me your number." Corpse said, and y/n snorted as Sean made a gasping sound.

"That's not even-" "you know that's funny Corpse because I've been wanting to meet you too but Sean told me you didn't have phone." Y/n joined in and the group laughed. "Fuck off." Was all Sean could mumble before the game started and the screen flashed black.

Immediately muting, y/n smiled to herself. "His voice way deeper than I thought it would be. He was talking and I was like...man, that's deep." She giggled when Suddenly imposter flashed on her screen.

She bit her lip when she saw who it was with. Corpse. Their characters then fell into Mira hq, and y/n followed a group up into admin. Waiting for the bar to move until she was able to leave, and when she did she left with Felix and toast, following them into medbay.

The three entered, each going to a separate station. "So, I'm gonna kill toast first, but I gotta get these lights off first." She winked at the camera, before waiting until Rae and sykkuno also entered. Then she shut off the lights and killed. The group seemed to miss it as they hurried to turn the lights back on.

After getting the lights on, she made her way to decontamination, where she saw corpse. He had apparently been waiting for her, and they unmuted mics to speak.

"How's it going?" She laughed. "It's going. Did you need some protection?" It was Corpse's turn to laugh. "From who, we're both imposters?" They shared a laugh. "Oh my God, I killed toast like twenty minutes ago and they still haven't found him."

Corpse laughed again and y/n became dedicated to pulling that sound from his lips as much as she could. "I'll admit, they're a little slow."

Then, both Sean and Felix entered. Without uttering a word and almost in complete synchronization they double killed. Y/n giggled as they escaped, putting herself back on mute.

"This is so much fun! I love killing my friends!" Finally as she spoke that someone has found toasts body. "Medbay." Rae's cartoonish voice relayed. "Oh my, there's like five people dead." It was true, there were like five people dead. Corpse had found the time to kill two others before the double kill.

"I think- I think that it may be y/n." Sykkuno said, and y/n immediately sat up. "Why? I was in medbay with you and left before you did. Actually I think that was the last time I saw toast, was with you in medbay."

"Yeah and I've seen y/n a lot in the game. I haven't seen you sykkuno." Corpse said, coming to y/n's aid. Her cheeks reddened when he said her name. "Yeah, and you seem almost too trusting." Rae said.

Y/n smiled. "I'm voting Sykkuno. I'm not sure who the other one is, though." The four argued slightly and y/n muted. "Corpse...is so good."

She turned to the server, seeing everyone thoughts.

Wow y/n and corpse r so cute

Her cheeks reddened.

I think someone may be crushin 👀

"Guys, come on! I have just met him!" However her words were just a feeble attempt and she turned back to the game. Sykkuno was the last to vote, voting for himself.

With that, they won. Who knew how satisfying the word victory in big red letters could be. They arrived back into the lobby, where Sean immediately let them have it. "My own best friend! My own. Best. Friend. Killing me. In cold blood."

"if you don't want me to kill you play better!" Y/n jokingly shouted back. "Besides y/n and I are best friends now." Corpse spoke as he put on a flower which matched the one y/n's among us character wore.

"All I'm gonna say is that I knew her before all of you." Rae said, adding to the chaos. Y/n laughed and turned to her server.

Ooohhh are they fighting over you?

She rolled her eyes and returned to the chat. "Everytime we play with someone new you do this." Felix was complaining, also changing into the flower y/n wore.

Finally the new game was started and y/n got crew mate. It wasn't as exciting and she couldn't talk to corpse now, but it was still fun.

She got a few tasks done, and from the corner of her eye she saw toast and corpse and enter the are she was in, in reactor. "Corpse!" She said a little too excitedly. Recovering quickly she added, "And Toast!"

However part of her doubted her watchers were amused.

The lights turned off. "Damn, that was-" almost immediately she was killed by toast, probably giving her a taste of her own medicine. Immediately a hand covered her mouth and she groaned. "God fucking! What the hell toast!"

She sat in stunned silence for a second. "I guess I'll-" Corpse found her and immediately reported. "Y/N!" He laughed over his mic. "Not y/n!" "I guess that means we're the only ones left with matching flowers." Felix cut in.

"Alright who killed my best friend?" Sean said into the mic. "Wait, wait, wait. First of all- she's mine, sean-" in that moment y/n all but blacked out, but forced herself to show no reaction, lest her viewers smite her.

"and secondly. It's toast." "Toast you about to become burnt." Sean said lamely and y/n was lifted out her haze enough to snort at his bad joke. "What why is it me!?" "Because you were the last person I saw her with. It's definitely you."

Ken softly added. "I think he's right because I can't imagine corpse killing y/n." The others laughed, and y/n leaned back into her chair, slumping down.

Toast was voted out, and the game continued. Y/n was left to follow corpse around until, Felix came from behind and killed him.

"oh my God." Y/n said, laughing. Then corpse turned on his mic. "Y/n, we're both dead." She laughed again, "I know! The games definitely more boring now that we're gone."

For a few moments they spoke about the game, until y/n began telling him about the storm. "Where do you live?" "Uh, I live in Los Angeles. Usually it never storms here, though. Where do you live?"

"San Diego." She sat up. "Oh my God that's only like two hours away. We should hang sometime." He laughed. "I'd really enjoy that, y/n." "You could come up here and we could go bother some rich people. I know where James lives."

"I would love to bother rich people with you, especially James." She smiled. "Covid permitting of course." "Of course."

Finally that game ended, with them finally figuring out that it was Felix.

Y/n stretched out, and agreed to play one more game. This time she got imposter with Sean.

She laughed manically, and clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be good!" Together the two worked as a team, delightedly playing off each other. One would sabotage and the other would kill. However the two did have one weakness and it was definitely their competitive nature's.

It had become a who can kill the most players in a game contest. And y/n was now trailing behind until, finally, she found Rae and sykkuno all in the same room. Sean had followed her in and it looked like a perfect opportunity to commit a double kill. Y/n got Rae with a clean kill and Sean got sykkuno. Then in came corpse.

"fuck!" Y/n shouted, leaping from her chair "he saw us! Corpse totally saw us! Shit!" Both Sean and y/n said nothing waiting for corpse to speak. "Oh my God. Sean how could you!" For several seconds Sean didn't reply. Then he forced out a weak "what?" Corpse sighed. "He killed sykkuno right in front of me. I didn't see anyone else around."

Y/n's mouth dropped. He wasn't going to say anything. He was going to let her slide. Of course, Sean would be getting voted out but that was a small price to pay. She looked into her camera in shock.

Her server was blowing up.

He ain't gonna snitch on daddy

She covered her mouth for fear they'd hear her laugh.

Corpse suddenly became blind after watching Sean kill sykkuno

She voted poor Sean out and the game continued.

Corpse followed her around and watched as she killed more. Seemingly the last comment about him being blind was true.

Another victory was won, and y/n braced herself for the upcoming shitstorm that was the discord call. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU CORPSE!" Rae blasted. Y/n laughed until a loud blast of lightning shook the house and caused the lights to blink on and off. She yelped, her cat running into the room.

"wow, what was that?" Ken asked. "You okay, y/n?" Sean's voice called. She sighed. "Yeah, but I think i better log off. It was a lot of fun you guys! Thanks for letting me join."

A chorus of "yeah!" "No problem!" And "join us again!" Welcomed her. "Yeah, if y/n leaves I'm probably gonna leave too. I'll see you guys soon."

Ignoring the ohhh and aww comments of her chat she signed off.

Her phone rang and she smiled, answering it and pulling it to her ear. "Sean finally give you my number?"

Corpse laughed from the other end. "yeah, yeah. You were serious about meeting up right?" She chuckled softly. "Very." She heard him sigh happily. "Good, good. Hey if you're staying up maybe we could...chat some more?"

She smiled brightlyand her cheeks hurt. "I'd want nothing more." Suddenly her ohone buzzed and she pulled it from her ear to check. It was a message from Sean.

"you're on the phone with him right now, aren't you?"

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A/n: please feel free to give critism and requests. Thanks for reading!

#corpse husband #corpse fanart #corpse simp #corpse fanfic #corpse x reader #corpse imagines #sykkuno #sykkuno x reader #sean x reader #jacksepticeye x reader

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binxyu · 3 years

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Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader

>>Word Count: 4.3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex

The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.

Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.

Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.

Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.

You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damn late wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.

Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.

But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.

They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.

Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.

But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.

He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.

“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.

“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite... busy... with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.

Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.

“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit. You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.

It was just above 50 degrees that night.

“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.

“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.

All it did was make you more anxious.

“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little too much sometimes.

“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.

“By us”, uh oh.

Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.

The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.

Until, well, now you guess.

“You didn’t come”, shit. So, that was the reminder?

You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.

Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.

It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.

It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.

“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.

“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.

Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-

The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.

“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.

“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.

It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.

Well, most of the time.

“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.

Sometimes you even forget what your name is.

“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.

Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.

They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.

“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.

Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.

Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.

Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you liked to. You actually liked to keep to yourself.

It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.

They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.

Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.

“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.

“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.

As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.

Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.

“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.

“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.

“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.

“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.

“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.

God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.

So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.

You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.

As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.

That can’t be good.

“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.

“Because I’m taken. So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.

Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.

Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.

Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.

They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.

After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.

“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.

“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.

“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.

While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.

Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.

The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.

“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.

“Yes, tell everyone how good we make you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.

Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.

Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.

“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.

Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.

The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.

Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.

He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.

Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.

You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.

You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.

Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.

“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?

Maybe you could.

“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.

You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.

“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.

How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.

Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.

“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.

“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.

They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.

Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.

Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.

“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.

Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.

Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.

He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.

Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.

“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.

And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.

Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.

Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.

Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.

“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.

The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.

“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.

Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.

You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.

As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.

Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.

He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.

Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.

He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.

“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.

“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.

“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.

“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.

“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.

They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.

You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.

“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.

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elsieys-blog · 3 years

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Perks of an insomnia-driven night.

Draco Malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: hi hello, this is my first draco malfoy au and I hope you get to enjoy it as much as I wrote it <3

contains: fluff, tension, cussing, insomnia, room of requirement, Draco's rings, and strangers to friends with benefits.

summary: due to another insomnia-driven night, you strolled and suddenly bumped into a particular Slytherin. He gave you a gift you would cherish forever.

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A loud buzz from outside startled you as you curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket up to your torso to suppress the chilly weather. You couldn't keep count on how many times you've tried to close your eyes and think as if you went into a free fall in hopes of getting yourself adrift. But no. You've closed your eyes, opened it again, flat it again but it didn't help at all. You were widely awake despite the fact you hadn't eaten any chocolate at all.

You heaved a sigh before deciding to leave your bed and go on for a short walk on the dimly lit hallways. Perhaps the calmness and stillness of it would soothe you. You pushed the duvet away from your nearly naked body and slipped your slippers onto your feet. Standing up, you went over to the bathroom, did some basic hygiene before twisting the doorknob and leaving your dormitory in a swift.

God, even the Ravenclaw common room didn't look fancy anymore.

It usually does every morning to dawn. But every midnight and pass midnight? It looks like as though someone was murdered and students ought to stay hidden in their dorms.

As your quiet and soft trudges echoed the walls, only a few line of torches lighting your way, you exited the Ravenclaw common room and was now and finally outside. The hallways were now bigger and neverending, as if you had set foot into a deja Vu. A few floorboards you step creaked and so the snoring portraits on every corner and side of the wall yawns and went back to sleep.

You maintained a good slow and calm pace until you forgot to pick up your wand from your room. There was no going back now because it was a long way back. Now you had to squint your eyes so that it adjusted from the pitch black darkness.

Loud cawing from crows scare you sometimes so goosebumps prickled your skin. The only thing you could see was the dots of glitter from the sky and the shadows the oak trees casted on the ground. The shadow was formed strangely and it looks distorted so you held a deep breath, reminding myself that there was nothing to be bothered of. And that everyone was sleeping just fine.

As you walked silently, your head elbow-deep in thoughts, you didn't know you were now staring at a wall so called the Room of Requirement. The walls was approximately fifteen feet, bizarre patterns across it.

"Well, there's nothing else to go, so. . ." Your mind spoke and you closed your eyes, thinking of a plausible reason to get yourself inside. After a few seconds, you heard three faint clicks until the wall molded into a tall door. You glanced sideways before entering the room slowly.

You were met by the darkness once again, but this time it felt comforting. You walked and walked, taking in the unblemished and grubby furnitures hidden beyond the tall door. There were stacks and mounds of unused things that you felt suddenly guilty. As you roamed around without a route, a movement beside you caught you off guard and it piqued your interest. Is someone else here?

"hello?" You started, your brows furrowing as you followed the movement.

As far from your expectations, the anonymous person replied and it was a manly, cold voice. "What are you doing up in the middle of the night? Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

A shiver came across your spine. You shyly said, "aren't you supposed to be too?" You saw his shadow lurch and you took the chance to step forward.

He said, "doesn't matter why I'm here. This is my usual spot." His voice was a bit taunting and bragging.

"Well, you're hiding in the shadows so... And you're not supposed to hide if you claim this as your spot." You sternly said, keeping your gaze fixated on his moving shadow.

"I'm not hiding. Have you come to the realization that it's the dead of the night?" He sternly said.

"Yes, but— I think we should come over to the light so I can see you." You plead but you doubt he would actually do it.

"See me? Pathetic."

You sighed. "What? How about let's do it together? I'm really in the mood for some company right now."

The man was hesitant at first but he considered it. As much as he was irritated by someone invading his territory, he kind of wanted a company too. There was a strong exhale across you as he said. "Fine."

You gave an upturned smile, stepping into a small ray of light seeping through a window. The moonshine cradled your face as well as his. He stood tall and with poise in front of you with a neutral glare, looking down as if his eyes belittle you. "Better princess?"

You couldn't help but stare at his eyes. Wait- he was standing in front of you so he blocked the moonshine and you could only see his silhouette. You grabbed his sleeve and ushered him to a better angle. When you gently pushed his back on a partition, you finally got to look at his golden blue eyes, and the bits of freckles that stretched to his nose and cheekbones. His face was sculpted beautifully and even his nose shaped like a button. He was lithe and pristine. And you began to coil into a pit of fire.

"You're- Draco Malfoy?" Your voice shook.

"that's me." He smirked and it only made my headspace ablaze. "And you are?"

You were too busy admiring his features but your mind eventually rebounded. "I- Y/n- Y/n Y/l/n!"

He kept on smiling. "Oh, you!" He began to finally acknowledge your ghostly presence before. "You're the one I shared potions with on fifth year eh? The one where we got perfect scores?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Right. The only reason we got perfect grades for it was because of my skills actually. Don't forget that." He playfully said, beaming a wink at you which got your cheeks turning slightly crimson.

"Ha ha, very funny. I still helped though." You avowed.

"Mhm. But I did most of the dirty work and you just stood there, watching." He laughed and I chuckled. Fun times.

"Fine. Have it your way. I did watch instead of help. Happy?" You jeered but you couldn't help but glance at the collection of rings on his bony fingers. You went still for a moment and decided to ask the unthinkable. "Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"You- you have nice rings. It looks good on you." You faltered in the slightest but remained a tepid look. "Silver matches you to be honest."

"Silver?" His eyebrows rose and his voice was unbelievably sexy. "I get that a lot."

You keep on staring, checking out the patterns designed on the small ringed jewelry such as serpents and cursive letters. You didn't realize you were smiling until his fingers convulsed. "Y/n?"

You look back into his stormy eyes with embarrassment. "Oh I- I'm sorry, I was just-"

"It's obvious you really like them, don't you?"

"Well, I mean it's pretty but-"

"Would you want one?" His question was out of the blue so you nearly jolted.

Your eyes widen in full extent, the feeling of affection was set into extreme levels that you feel like you're about to explode. "Oh er- that's good thank you, but-"

"It's pretty I get it. And you seem to admire it as much as I do so ..." He paused, removing one of the glinting rings from his ring finger and held it into his palm. "Here, you can have it for me."

Your cheeks were flaming and it was intolerable. He was platonic and you never expected it from him. You sucked in a deep inhale, tongue-tied. "Oh my god, Malfoy, this was so unnecessary-"

"It's alright. Besides, I think that hand of yours need some color." He smiled tenderly, handing you the ring. His height was towering and it only made things worse for you to handle because of how the air thickens and the atmosphere suddenly getting hot.

"I d-don't know what to say." You stutter. "But thank you. Thank you so much, wow."

You got ahold of the metallic ring, inserting it on your ring finger but it didn't fit. It was expected of course. So you tried putting it on your middle finger but it was loose still. As you were about to put it on your thumb, his cold hands gripped your wrist making you halt mid-process.

"What is it-"

"Here let me help you out."

God, he was also wearing a silver glinting necklace. Now that is fucking sexy!

Draco unclasped his own necklace, putting either ends of it into the ring until it hang perfectly. When it was perfectly adjusted just how he wanted it to, he offered it to you without double thinking, a genuine grin sprawled on his handsomely face.

You were still deeply honored yet it felt... Wrong. "Draco- I really appreciate this but- it's yours and we barely even talk-"

"I don't care about that." He flawlessly said. "You remind me of someone I deeply love and... I guess this is my way of being grateful we met at this untimely night." He scoffed and you're a bit sure you saw a hint of blush on his face.

"Really?" You didn't bother asking who that person was since he probably wasn't in the mood to tell you. You were flattered by his words as you accepted his offer.

"Yes. Now take this, and wear it. I want to see your hands with my rings, Y/n." He flirtatiously spoke, giving you another wink.

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous act. As you were about to out it, he stopped you once more and this time you were a bit provoked. "What is it again?"

He shrugged, and now the blush hidden in his handsome features was now displayed. It was cute seeing his pale, porcelain skin yo be tainted with a tinge of scarlet. He took the necklace into his hands and made strong and seducing type of eye contact. You nearly tripped at his look right now as he said. "Let's make this scene a bit... Romantic. And by that..." He clasped the necklace on your neck, his fingers ghosting your skin ever-so-slightly. "I get to do this to you."

You shudder, not just because of the cold weather, but because of his cold touch. It was so nice against your skin that you wanted him to do it again. You smiled and bit your lip to restrain any embarrassing words. "Draco, you're being too sweet-"

"Am I? People always like the idea of making me sound rude. It feels good I get to prove it to you that that is a lie." His hands sat ok your shoulder, the pad of his thumb caressing you pulse point between your neck and shoulder.

"I understand that. When people wanted to make you sound like a villain when truly your just trying to be genuine and basic?"

Draco grinned. "Yeah, Y/n. Something like that."

You contemplated for a moment, the tension between you building up because of how close your lips had been. It was merely an inch apart, your noses almost touching that you suddenly want to feel the saccharine taste of his lips and the soft texture pressed against yours. Maybe it would be the cure to your insomnia-driven nights. Maybe it would ease and alleviate you.

"You're pretty, you know?"

You were taken a back. You stared at his eyes still and didn't even realize his hands had dropped down to your elbows, pulling it closer to him, informing you that he wants your hands to lean on his chest—to feel how ragged his breathing had gotten just by her presence. You flinched a little and smiled.

"Oh?" Was the only word to roll out of your tongue.

"Mhm." Draco was lost in his own void, his concentration had dropped from your eyes and down to your gaped lips. "So pretty..."

Fuck...

You couldn't bear the growing impatience anymore and you knew to yourself that you had to do something about it. Something to help soften his heavy breathing. He looked tired and worn out. Fragile and about to burst. You had to do something about it quick before he breaks.

Shit!

And so you lifted your heel to match his height and pecked a kiss on the corner of his mouth. For a moment Draco closed his eyes to memorize the way both your lips linked—he was awestruck. He smelled good. So good that you wanted to give another go but was frustrated enough that he didn't slam you against the wall and leave you breathless from his aggressive kisses so you just stood there and watched him remember the unsolicited peck you just gave him.

"Y/n-"

"Can I kiss you?" You abruptly said without hesitation. "Again? And this time... Better?"

Shit..

He nodded in the slightest of movement before lowering his head and both your lips met anew. There were fireworks and butterflies erupting in your stomach and all you could feel was how graceful and subtle his tongue shifted against yours and it was pure bliss. And this time, it was rougher than you thought.

a/n: AHHH! i hope you liked this one, and also PART TWO IS COMING SOON! sorry, I left y'all in a cliffhanger ;))

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a-s-h-t-o-n · 2 years

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╭ ╮ Favorite Crime

( https://youtu.be/9FaCO7pNx08 )

What happens when your boyfriend Eddie munson slowly falls in love with Chrissy Cunningham? and you slowly fall in love with the one who was there to help you?

How it feels to watch the love of your life, start to love someone else before realizing your worth and finding it with the one who knew it all along?

// TW: cussing, angst, some fluff, eddie being a dick, first pov/flashacks in first pov, shitty grammar, i think that's it? tell me if i missed anything in the TW section. There’s also no vecna or no powers or no world ending stuff, it’s literally just like a normal world//

// Italics are flashbacks, and bold are your thoughts //

// ALSO IM SORRY IF I ACCIDENTALLY USE she/her INSTEAD OF you/yours IM AN IDIOT AND MY BRAIN SHORTCIRCUITS SOMETIMES //

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It started when Chrissy bought some drugs from him, they had realized maybe they weren't so different, maybe they could get along. So they started hanging out more, sometimes in public, making rumors start that maybe Eddie 'the freak' munson had a thing for chrissy. Now, of course, no one knew you and eddie were a thing, it was a secret because he didn't want to 'Ruin ur reputation' So, of course it hurt when he hung out with the prettiest girl in your school in public, but he didn't with you, his girlfriend.

Then it continued when he started bailing on your guys' movie nights...

He was 30 minutes late. He hadn't bailed on you though right? maybe he just caught up in something else.... You jumped slightly as you heard your phone ring, picking it up as you swirled the cord in your hands

"baby, i'm so sorry i completely forgot about our movie night. I can't make it tonight. I'll make it up to you, I promise" he said quickly. You frowned, leaning down on the counter "It's okay, i'll see you tomorrow yeah?". You heard him hum on the other end, adding a quick "yeahhh" "i love you" you said, a small smile on your face, before the smile dropped as you heard giggles on his end of the phone, you culd tell those giggles from anywhere. Chrissy. "yeah, love you" he said before he hung up, not letting you say anything else...

you sighed as you put the phone back down, turning off your tv as you put all the snacks and drink away. it's alright, you though to yourself, he said he would make it up, and he would..

right?

then, it kept continuing with him cancelling on date nights, becoming more distant, and seeing him with Chrissy a lot more...

You sighed as you held the phone against your ear, waiting for Eddie to answer. you sat there for a few more seconds before you heard a voice on the other side. "hello?" he asked, "hey eds" you said, "oh, hey Y/n" Y/n? what happened to Baby, or Sweetheart, or princess or- you just shrugged it off. "i was um, i was wondering if we were still on for todays date?" you mumbled softly. "I...I can't" he said, a bit quietly "i have things to do today. maybe tomorrow yeah?" you just gulped, maybe you were overreacting, but you wanted to cry. you wanted to scream and shout and throw things, tell him how you felt, how you felt neglected, ignored, and felt thrown to the side by him these last two months. but you didn't. you took a deep breath in, calmed down, and put on your best 'im okay' voice as you softly said, "yeah alright, that sounds great. see ya later!" you said before you hung up, not letting him say anything else. you decided you were gonna go out, you were gonna get ready and you were gonna go to some shops.

about half an hour later, you were ready. you wanted to feel pretty, wanted to feel nice and have a good time. maybe you over did your outfit but you liked it, really liked it.

you grabbed your bag that had some money, a lipgloss, your phone, and a pad just incase because you never know. you told your parents you were going out to walk around shops before you left, deciding to walk there.

you soon got there and decided to go to the mall, walking around, walking inside a few shops every now and then. You bought a few things, and some candies from a candy shop. You smiled looking around, before your eyes settled on a couple, your heart dropping and your smile fading.

it was Eddie and Chrissy.

You rushed away, trying to not let them see you but of course eddie being the tall giant he is he ended up noticing and he ran after you, calling your name, but you ignored him, running faster as you ran to the ladies room. luckily no one was in there when you ran to the bathroom stall inside, locking the door before you sobbed into your sweater. he didnt have time for me but he had time for her? what the fuck???. you stayed in there for a good ten minutes, before you walked out looking at the mirror in the bathroom as you cleaned your face, fixing your hair.

you walked out of the bathroom after making sure none of them were seen. you never walked out of a place so quickly. you started walking away from the mall, kicking rocks from the ground as you slouched, eating some of the chocolate you had bought. Not feeling your best right now, your mind was elsewhere, so of course you were startled when you heard a car honk it's horn behind you, making you jump and clutch your chest to try and calm your racing heartbeat.

oh. it was steve.

you walked towards the car as he motioned for you to get in. you got in and looked over at him, swatting his chest "you asshole! you scared the shit out of me" you said before you put her seatbelt on. "not my fault your head was up your ass. what's got you so gloomy today?" he asked as he could tell you were upset- no, he could tell you were sad. "i think he's cheating on me" you mumbled softly, looking over at him. his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed, "oh Y/n, i'm so sorry. what happened??" he asked as he started driving again, looking between you and the road every now and then as you talked. "chrissy bought drugs from him about two months ago, and he's been bailing on our movie nights and dates since..it's like he has time for her but not for me. i had asked him earlier if we were still on for our date, but he said he was busy, and i saw him at the mall right now, with chrissy" you said sadly, sniffling again as you wiped your tears on your sleeve. he stayed quiet as he noticed you were not done talking. "i thought nothing of it at first, i thought maybe he just wanted to be friends with her, and that's fine, i don't care, but two months have passed and hes been distancing himself from me...He hides our relationship because he doesn't wanna 'ruin my reputation', but he goes out with the schools hottest girl?" you said, a small sob coming out as you finished talking. "i'm sorry, you're probably annoyed of my ranting right no-" "no, no im not. you have the full right to be upset. he's being a dick Y/n. you have to talk to him, tell him how you feel, even if it ends up hurting you in the end. i'll be here, if you ever need to talk or just want to come over" he said after he had parked the car on the side of the road quickly, putting one hand on her shoulder and the other on her head as he made her look at him

"and hey, if it helps, in my opinion i think you're the schools hottest girl" he said, laughing softly as you smiled, mumbling a "dork"

" and....i'm here, y'n. i'm right here. just remember that"

after the mall incident, Eddie kept trying to call you, wanting to talk, but you didn’t want to talk to him right now - you needed some well deserved space. Steve and you became close again, basically hanging out every day since the incident.

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You and Steve were currently hanging out at his house, watching movies with loads of junk food and blankets - his way of comforting your broken heart. there were other ways he wanted to fix it, he wanted to tell you how he was in love with you, how hes loved you since you both met in preschool. since that day in 2nd grade when you guys were dating and he gave you a paper ring saying he was gonna marry you one day, how hes loved you since you broke up with him in 4th grade, saying "i dont need a man". how you spent your entire summers at his house every single time every year, up until high school. that's when you had met eddie, and you and steve had stopped hanging out so often. So, in a way, he knew how you felt.

"hey steve?" you asked, snapping him out of his daydream. "yeah?" he asked, looking into your eyes - which were already looking at him. "i think im gonna confront eddie soon. maybe just show up to his house randomly" you mumbled, stuffing your face with some chips. "oh, well, how are you gonna do it? what are you gonna say?" he asked, lowering the volume on a shitty romcom that was playing in the background. "well i wanna show up to his house randomly to see if i can catch him and chrissy together. i dont know, maybe just yell and tell him how i feel. maybe throw a few things" you shrugged, making him laugh softly. "if that's what you wanna do i can't stop you, but can i atleast come so i can drive you there and back home? i dont need you walking all the way over there and back home" he asked, making you smile softly as you nodded "sure” you said, giving him a small smile before throwing a pillow at him. He grabbed his chest, acting like he was hurt as he gasped “how dare you” he said before throwing another pillow at you, making you guys have a pillow fight for a good 10 minutes, before you both fall on the ground laying down, next to eachother as you guys caught your breath from laughing so much, smiling as you both faced each other. He couldn’t lie, even with your tear stained cheeks, In a hoodie and your puffy red eyes….you still looked your best, still looked amazing as ever.

"Hey Y/n?" he asked softly, "yeah?" you mumbled back softly. "can i tell you something?" he asked, to which you nodded

Today was the day. you were going to confront eddie today.

it had been a few days since the talk with steve where you told him you were gonna confront eddie.

it's also been two days since you guys both confessed you still had feelings for eachother-...

you were shook out of your thoughts as you heard a loud knock downstairs, hearing some talking before your mom called you down. You grabbed your bag, along with a shoebox and a jacket. you walked downstairs, smiling as you looked at your mom, then over at Steve who was leaning against the doorway. "hey, you ready?" he asked before you nodded. "bye mom, love you" you said as you hugged her, kissing her cheek before you walked out with Steve after they said their bye's. he opened the passenger door for you, before closing it after he made sure you were inside. he walked around, getting in as you put your seatbelt on. "you ready?" he asked, as he closed his door. "nope" you mumbed, giving him a small smile before you motioned for him to drive off.

you guys arrived to eddie's trailer about 10 min later. You gulped as steve parked in front of the trailer, looking over at you, "hey, everythings gonna be alright, don't worry. and remember, im out here if you ever need someone to beat the hell out of munson" he said smiling, saying the last part to make you laugh softly - which it did, and he felt his heart beat faster and squeeze slightly at the sound of your laughter. "thanks Steve, i'll remember it" you said as you got out with the shoebox and the jacket in your hand before walking up the stairs of the trailer. You gulped softly, taking in a deep breath before you knocked on the door.

you heard eddie open the door to the trailer, and you looked up at his face -- not his eyes, his face, and you could see his expression was...well...you couldn't really tell...was it Dissapointment? Anger?

..disgust?

"sorry did you think it was someone else?" you asked softly, not wanting to be angry yet. "um- yea. come in" he said, moving to the side and he ran a hand through his hair. You looked behind you, giving Steve a small smile before walking inside before eddie closes the door behind you.

"I just uh, i wanted to talk" you said as you set your stuff down on the counter, playing with your rings nervously as you looked up at him. He gulped as he looked at you, already having a feeling that he knew what this was about, "oh um yeah, alright sure" he said, leaning against the counter, in front of you. "uh..well i uh- " you mumbled softly stuttering as you kept fidgeting with your rings. "i think we uh...I think we should break up" you blurted out, making him look confused. "what? why-" he asked before you cut him off, "why?" you asked, laughing - but it was full of anger. "Maybe because we havent had a full conversation these last four months? or maybe its because you're leading me on when i can tell you're not in love with me anymore" "no but i am-" "no you arent!" you said, raising your voice., making him quiet down "when was the last time we went on a fucking date?!" you said, your eyes filling with tears as he struggled to find an answer, making you scoff. "exactly." you said taking off the jacket you had on...the jacket he had made for you. "im done with this, Eddie. i cant do this. im not gonna be someone you can come to only when you need me"you said putting the jacket next to him. "i deserve more than that" you said, grabbing the shoebox that was next to you, before opening it. it was full of pictures from your guys' dates and nights together, along with a few things he had given you. "i deserve more than you" you said, placing the shoebox next to him. you took the promise ring off of your ring finger, putting it in his hand "I think you should give this to her" you said, not making eye contact. he hadnt spoken a word since you had raised your voice at him. "dont hide her from people eddie. show her off, show her shes loved. dont keep her hidden in the dark" you whispered softly before you walked away towards the door. "y/n, no, please wait we can figure this out-" "i have waited, Eddie. ive waited four months. four fucking months that ive been pushed to the side, ignored, and neglected. you've hidden me for three years, and to hell if im gonna keep doing that. but i cant anymore eddie, I deserve someone who will love me so goddamn much that they'll show they're not afraid to love me" was all you mumbled, before you closed the door behind you, leaving him in the trailer.

you walked towards Steve who was leaning against the side of his car, and it was as he read your mind that you both immediately hugged each other, as you sobbed into his chest softly. but what both of you didn't realize was that Eddie was watching you both from his window, feeling his heart squeeze sadly as he watched Steve comfort you. That should've been him. but here he was, watching someone else comfort his now Ex-girlfriend, whom he lost because he was an idiot. He regrets treating you the way he did, he regrets treating you like a crime.

but if you were crime, you were his favorite crime.

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IM SORRY THIS IS PROBABLY SO SHITTY BUT I WORKED ON THIS FOR ABOUT A WEEK, I TRIED MY BEST :( PLS TELL ME IF I MESSED ANYTHING AND FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME ANY AND EVERY THOUGHT OF URS PLS

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #joseph quinn #eddie munson #steve x reader

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eunoiaflow3r · 4 years

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hard 2 face reality // spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part one - part three

a/n: a lot of people asked for part 2 to “not ur friend.” omg i didn’t expect it to blow up like it did. sorry this isnt the fluff conclusion you guys wanted...but i’m willing to make this a series maybe? idk it’s up to you guys. thank you for your feedback and support. (see notes at end)

also i tagged all the people who commented on part one.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 2.9k wow.

request(ed): yes. very requested. thank you @yeah-just-ignore-me-thanks for this idea.

summary: after hearing something she shouldn’t have, she has to deal with explanations and tough decisions.

hard 2 face reality by poo bear ft. justin beiber and jay electronics.

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sometimes it’s hard to face reality...even though you might get mad at me.

It’s ironic sometimes.

The twists and turns of life and the paths it puts you down. Sometimes you believed in fate but right now it only felt like a pain in the ass. Whoever was controlling your strings you hoped they would just give you a break, but no. There was always something more.

Last night, you had a dream. There was a memory within the dream. You and Spencer were cuddling on the couch watching a movie and his fingers were combing through your hair. From where you were, it was more like you were witnessing it instead of actually living it. You were just watching yourself fall harder for the man behind you. You were content. Happy even. You forgot all about your issues and problems and conflicts. You forgot about what Spencer said and the things he had done. You just forgot.

You watched as he took his fingers out of your hair and pushed you away. The you that you were watching was confused and so were you. Why would he do that? What was wrong with him? This wasn’t the memory.

Dream Spencer got up, put his shoes on, grabbed his bag, and was halfway out the door. Before he left completely he said, “We’re just friends. You’re not enough for me. You never will be.”

Dream you just sat there and stared blankly.

Your eyes opened and you stared up at your ceiling in sorrow. The tears just kept coming and you tried to keep yourself quiet but it was so hard, and you were so tired. You hated to admit it but you were in love with him. You were in love with a man who didn’t feel the same way. A man who did nothing but play you and pretend you were nothing. A man who lied.

How did this happen?

How did you end up in a position where you were in a cold bed crying about a man who was unphased? Someone who didn’t find anything wrong with their actions? How could you love someone who would never find the way to love you back and treat you right no matter how hard you wished? No matter how hard you hoped?

How could you do this to yourself?

And to think - in a few hours you’d have to wake up and see him again. After everything you realized and have come to terms with you’d have to see the man who was responsible for the ache in your heart.

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When Spencer woke up the first thing he thought about was work. How he didn’t really want to go but he knows he has to. He thought about how heart wrenching the case he’s been on for the last week has been. He thought about how today he might actually be able to solve it...and then he thought about you.

He’d be seeing you.

Hotch invited you to help with the case. He figured your skill set would be exactly what they needed to solve it.

And yeah, you there definitely was for the better of the case but was it for the better of him?

He had no idea what to do. You were mad at him. You weren’t answering his phone calls or his texts and he figured out that you heard the conversation and he gets that maybe calling you a grandmother was wrong, but really what did he do?

He knew he missed you. He missed being able to rant to you, and you consoling him. He missed the movie days you guys had...but he could watch them on his own...right? He could figure out his own problems...he didn’t need anyone to help him. Especially not you. Not someone getting upset about the smallest of things.

That was so rude of you. Why would you ignore him? Why wouldn’t you reply to his texts are calls?

He thought that that was pretty selfish of you.

And yeah sure, maybe calling you clingy was a lie but was that really something to ignore him over? To throw it all away for?

Should've been adjusted to my life, had the opportunity to stay away for the last time...now you’re standin’ right in front of me. It hurts me to know that I lied. Tryna protect your feelings... you read in between the lines Hope your heart has started healing

You arrived.

He saw you, bag over your shoulder, going straight towards Hotch’s office and ignoring him.

Not even a hello? Not a good morning? You hadn’t even looked at Emily or Morgan either. What had they done? What had he done?

From what he could tell you had been crying, but you covered it well. If it was anyone but him they wouldn’t have been able to tell but he could. Did you miss him too? Were you hurting?

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“Is something going on between you and Reid?”

Hotch was looking at you expecting an answer but you didn’t know what to tell him. According to Reid nothing had ever been going on.

“No. I’m really just trying to focus here.”

Hotch nodded. “Good.”

Truth is, it was very hard to ignore Spencer. He seemed so oblivious that it made you feel sorry for him. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t feel sorry for him. He wasn’t the one crying his eyes out at night and cussing out rom coms when they came on the television.

And you could tell he didn’t feel the same. He didn’t look how you felt. He looked conflicted, but he didn’t look sorry or hurt. His normalcy pained you. Had you really meant that little? Maybe you were over exaggerating things. No. You deserved an explanation - but you weren’t ready to hear it.

A while ago...

“Okay Y/N cover your eyes!”

You giggled. “No, Spencer why?”

“Just do it! I promise you’ll like it.”

You were sat criss crossed on the couch and Spencer was behind you with something in his hands. Before you could look at it he told you to close your eyes and he hid it behind his back. You smiled and closed your eyes waiting for whatever the surprise was.

You felt his fingers move your hair out of the way and you felt a coolness along your neck.

A necklace.

“Okay open.”

You could feel him grinning. You opened your eyes and looked down at your chest. You nearly gasped. On the end of the necklace was a miniature glass sculpture. When you met at the museum you told him that they were your favorite.

He remembered.

You held it in your hand and turned around to kiss him. He was a bit surprised but held your face in his hands and kissed you back.

“L/N!” You were snapped out of your head. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry.”

The necklace. You can’t believe you were still wearing it. It felt like the only thing holding you together which was strange since glass was so fragile. The metal necklace part felt like it was burning you. The happy memory burned you. You took the necklace from under your sweater and ripped it off your neck. You couldn’t wear it anymore. It hurt you, but you couldn’t hold on.

Reality is kinda hard to face, like actual facts is for flat-earthers. Rains a requirement for flowers to grow, and pains a requirement for power to grow. It’s a miracle how one can change, from one what was just hours ago.

When you got home that day you were happy and running on adrenaline. Yeah, you had to see Spencer...but you helped solve a case. You helped save someone. It was tiring, and gruesome just like what Spencer said but the feeling you get after helping someone? Unexplainable.

After changing out of your work clothes and into some jeans and a shirt, you’d thought you’d treat yourself to dinner. Maybe that would help you forget. Forget and move on. Besides, it was a nice little diner and you used to be a regular. You had wanted to bring Spencer but he never wanted to go. He never wanted to go out.

His loss.

When you got there the familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted through. You had missed this. When everything was so simple and uncomplicated. When you could be you. Not wondering if today was the day Spencer would decide to come over or not. Or to even call. You could finally breathe. You weren’t in your stuffy apartment. You weren’t in a Spence filled work place. You were where you considered home in a city away from it.

“Y/N, hey!” Em the waitress called you over. You would consider her a friend. You two had always talked when you came through.

“Hey!” She went in for a hug and you hugged her back.

“Where have you been?”

You sighed. “Busy.”

She nodded. She understood. From there she asked you where you wanted to sit. You were just going to request the counter since you were alone, but when a little boy came up to you yelling your name, and wrapped his arms around you...you didn’t have the time to answer. It was little Jack.

“Hey buddy!” You hugged him back.

You looked around for Hotch. What a coincidence. He smiled and waved you over. You and Jack walked over to the booth and Hotch stood and hugged you. “I’m so sorry about Jack.”

“Oh no, it’s fine!”

About two years ago Hotch hired you to babysit Jack every once in a while. You needed the money. You were making enough from the paintings you sold but you needed more to finish college and save up. You weren’t going to some big expensive college or anything but still.

A little while later you met Spencer and it just became and inside joke.

“Would you like to eat with us?” Hotch asked.

“I don’t want to intrude Hotch...”

“Aaron.” He corrected while smiling. “Please, join us.”

And you did. You ate dinner with Aaron and Jack and you were having fun. This past month you had been moping around feeling sorry for yourself but you were actually happy. There was still that pain in your chest, and a part of you that longed to call Spencer and talk to him - but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

After dinner Em invited you to go clubbing with her on Saturday. At first you were going to turn her down but you thought...why not? You didn’t have to stay up waiting for Spencer to call anymore. You didn’t have to cook or plan to order in in case Spencer decided to stop by. You didn’t have any plans.

“Sure Em, I’ll be there.”

“Great.”

She walked behind the counter and looked from you to Hotch. Like a suggestive look. Like a “ask him too!” look. And you weren’t ready for anything, and wasn’t even sure if you liked Aaron that way, and you still were in a gray area with Spencer...but you thought it’d be rude not to ask.

“Aaron...”

He nodded, urging you to go on.

“Do you want to go with me Saturday? I mean...I don’t really want to be alone..Em has a girlfriend and it might be fun.”

He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Yes Y/N I’ll go.”

When you got home and ready for bed you had this weight in your stomach. There was a lump in your throat, and your fingers tensed. You thought about Hotch and it made you feel like you were cheating on Spencer. But you weren’t. You and Spencer weren’t together. There was no need to feel guilty.

He didn’t.

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That Saturday came soon enough and you weren’t sure if you were ready. Physically yeah, you showered and got ready...but emotionally? Mentally? Was this a date? Had you asked Aaron out? Were you ready for that? Had you moved on from Spencer? No, of course not. But Aaron wasn’t a distraction either. You could never do that to him no matter how bad you felt. Never.

Your doorbell rang and when you opened it you were surprised to see Hotch...not in a suit. It fit him and you could admit it...he looked...really good.

“You clean up nice.” You said laughing a bit to yourself.

He looked you up and down. “So do you.”

He looked a bit taken aback and you could see he was a bit flushed and that made you a bit happy. You liked giving people that kind of reaction. It gave you just a bit of confidence you needed. Especially tonight, where you’d try not to think about Spencer.

When you got there you were glad it wasn’t too busy. The music wasn’t that loud either and you were glad because then you got to dance without immediately getting a headache. Your first dance was with Hotch but then he saw one of his friends from college (he’s a lawyer now) and then started talking to him. You didn’t mind. You actually kind of liked being alone. It gave you you time to think. But not about Spencer.

No. Not tonight you wouldn’t.

You wasted too many tears on him to be thinking of him while you were supposed to be having fun. He didn’t deserve your thoughts. He didn’t deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve movie nights, or cuddles, or sex, or kisses, or waiting, he didn’t deserve -

Spencer.

Spencer Reid.

You thought you were dreaming, but you weren’t. He was just a little bit away from you with JJ on his arm. “Just coworkers.” You wanted to say it didn’t hurt you, you did, but your heart broke. In a million little pieces. Had he not want to get serious with you because he was in love with her. It makes sense, everything about that makes sense but it didn’t hurt any less. It didn’t make the tears in your eyes stop, it didn’t make the ache in your chest dim but at least it made sense.

Know it hurts to see the truth in your face, circumstances bring you down to your knees. Go on and cry an ocean, but don’t drown in it. Enough to put your heart at ease. Oh don’t lose your self esteem. I apologize for being a man. It’s way harder than what it seems.

You grabbed your bag from Hotch and told him you needed to go outside for a minute. He asked you if you wanted him to go with you but you needed to be alone. You wanted to be by yourself to fight these tears. You couldn’t cry in front of him.

He gave you his coat which was much too big but still appreciated.

Once you were outside you took your phone out to check your face. Your nose was red but the few tears hadn’t ruined anything. You were fine. You were going to be okay. Everything was alright.

Until it wasn’t .

“Y/N?”

Fucking Spencer.

You turned around to see Spencer Reid walking towards you with a confused look on his face.

“Hey.” he said. Hey? Hey?? What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Hey?

He cleared his throat. “Things are weird, right?”

“Weird?” you scoffed.

“Y/N, it’s been a month! I don’t understand what I did! You just stopped talking to me even after I tried to apologize! What more can I do?”

He stopped for a second, “Is that Hotch’s jacket?” He stepped forward to take a look at it but you flinched away. “Don’t tell me that’s Hotch’s -“

“You were hiding me Spencer. You said the equivalent to hanging out with me was of visiting a grandmother. You never wanted to hang out unless it was on your terms and you called me clingy and suffocating when I NEVER asked you for more. I NEVER went out of my way to ask you for anything and you treat me like this? Like I’m replaceable? After everything we’ve been through? After all we’ve talked about and experienced? What’s your excuse for that Spencer? What could you possibly have to say that would explain that?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

“If I were to have called you and said ‘Yup, everything is fine Spence we can go back to normal.’ It would have gone back to normal! YOUR normal! A normal where I’m hidden like a side chick but you get to be in public with JJ on your arm! Fucking JJ! And yeah, we never put a label on it but YOU made it clear that we weren’t to fuck other people. That was YOUR decision! She was the girl you said I didn’t have to worry about and here we are.”

Spencer was silent. He looked to the floor, and said nothing. His fingers ran through his disheveled hair and his lip was quivering.

“So this is because of JJ?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

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He watched as you walked into the club and back out again with Hotch. Before you went in his car though you walked over to Spencer and put the necklace into his hand. Silently you walked over to Hotch and got in the passenger seat.

Spencer didn’t know what to do.

This was your necklace. He gave it to you. It was yours to keep. Yours to wear, cherish, and hold. Why would you give it back? It was supposed to make you happy and help you remember him. Instead it was in his hands unworn but the girl he had hurt. What was he supposed to do?

JJ found him outside but he said nothing to her the whole ride when he took her home. He was thinking about you. He was thinking about what you said. You were right.

When he got home he looked at the box of things you gave him. There were polaroid pictures of the two of you and he started shaking as he cried. What had he done? How could he have been so selfish?

You were right.

Truth was he did like JJ, and he had been hiding you. He had been treating you unfairly. He had been a jerk and he had done every single thing you said he did.

He was all of the names you were calling him in your head.

Every single one.

He held the glass sculpture necklace in his hands and could feel his tears running down his face falling on it.

Even though he fucked up, and had something weird with JJ, he realized...he was in love with you.

Sometimes it's hard to face reality.

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literally wtf is this. what in the love triangles - anyway. ik you guys wanted fluff so...part 3? idk. should reader have a thing with hotch? should she choose hotch or reid?

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toosweetfiddlesticks · 4 years

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Can you do Bakugou x soft (male or gn) reader meeting a Karen and go creative with it hope you have fun

Big Meanie

Paring: Barista!Bakugou x Soft!Gn!Cashier reader

Warning: Karen being a Karen, cussing, bakujealous, Bakugou calling you a big meanie, not proof read

Catoergy: Comedy

A/N: Thank you for the request!!

Summary: boom boom man gets upset because you didn’t let him be the Hero of the day.

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As you unlocked the door, you huffed a breathe of anxiety out and tried to build up as much optimism you could for your first day. You felt a mixture of anxiousness and excitement boil in you.

With a smile full of courage, you stepped into the clean kitchen. The lights contrasted and dimmed the already dark morning sky as you felt a cool breeze from an opened window. The hall was a bit dimmer from the kitchen so you turned those lights on for the rest of the co-workers. An ash halons hair boy was currently wrapping the store’s iconic colored apron around his waist. He tighter his grip as he caught a glismp of you.

“Good morning!” You spoke softly, but cheerful. You flashed a small smile but his demeanor did change. He held his solemn look at you when blood red eyes. “So...how was your sleep?” Your excuse of small talk feel short the silence in the air seemed to be even more awkward between the two of you. He grunted and muttered something under his breathe before speaking.

“Don’t forget to clock in.” He ignored your question which honestly, did not bother you. You took his warning and walked out to the time clock, punching in your time. Silence swallowed you both while once again. Ok y/n, your co-worker may not be the most friendliest, but hey it’s only your first day, how bad can it be.

”Also,” You head shot up from the time clock. Your co-workers back facing you. “Don’t talk to me, you boring extra.”

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You began to start your third day shift with a proud smile on your face. As you made your way to the time clock to punch in, greetings of waves goodbyes from other workers thats shifts just ended, you’ve met made your start of the day feel even better. Humbly, you waved the two men off.

“Bye Kiri, bye Denki!” Denki giggly waved his hand in the arm with excitement as he happily walked with Kirishima.

“Bye Y/N!” The sharp tooth man cheerfully sang his farewell. His arm hugging around the shoulders of his shorter blonde hair friend. But before the two could fully walk out, the red head immediately turns back around, as if something just came to mind. “Also” he added, “watch out for the Karen’s.” Your head titled with puzzlement.

“The Karen’s?” You kept your question in your head and before you knew it, the two was gone.

But you shrugged it off for the day and continued to go back to work.

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“Hey move it extra!” Bakugou’s voice arose from behind you like a sound of a hurricane warning. You huffed a little and stepped aside from the time clock. Tiredly, you twisted your body around and leaned against the wall, facing him with crossed arms. Your eyes dropped a bit and your eyelids cried to close. But though you body was ready to sleep, you were wide awake..kinda. You manage trying to hide your weary face. Holding a hopeful smile and you greeted Bakugou.

“Morning Bakugou.” There was a small chance he would really greet you back with a morning salutation. Today was not the latter. He’s body seemed a bit stiff, he’s face looked alive and refreshed, but his body slouched a bit. Turning his head to you, an eyebrow raised at you.

You stiffened a bit, you leaned off the grey wall with a feeling of astonishment , “Wow that’s new.” A notion you told yourself.

Still, he said nothing, leaving you two both in somewhat awkward silence. By the looks of it, he was staring with bit of puzzlement in his eyes. He’s red eyes sparks with a look of examination. As if he was searching for a look, or scanning your farcical features like a robot. He was just standing there, arms crossed, eyes stern, eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like forever before you two said anything.

“Are you tired?” Bakugou finally spoke that shock you. You were a bit taken a back at his response but nodded you head. He grumbled something under his breathe and signaled you to follow him. “Come here,” he sighed.

You’re eyes widened, but you obeyed and follow. As you walked, you could hear his small mutters and talks but couldn’t understood a thing he said. He walked a little slow than usual, like if he was trying to make sure he didn’t leave in you in the dust.

The walk was short and you made it to the destination in no time. He groaned as you got there, the kitchen area. Your eyebrows drew with concern.

Backing up a little, you spoke “Uhm, look if you’re gonna splash me with water-“

But your cautiousness was only mocked by small chuckles that bubbled up in Bakugou as he picked up a plastics cup.

“No I won’t, ya idiot.” He interjected, “What’s your type of coffee, you like Frappuccino or somethin’?”

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“Hey, Cashier Extra!” Y/N nostrils flare with heavy air leaving them. For the past three months and a half, you’ve been having to deal with one of the biggest meanies they had ever known in their entire life. Originally, you thought you were confused at times by him.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the hardest people work with sometimes. It was like he had a whole book of mean names and rude comments. Or looked up how to send the worlds most bone-chilling stare. And after a long tiring day of work, right as you’re are about to clock out, you hear the small words “bye extra” leave his grumpy little pie hole. You wondered why his rude one point, then nice another.

Y/N briskly huff, straightening out any wrinkles or creases in your pale button up shirt. “Yeah Bakugou?” Y/N tried to give Bakugou the most genuine confusion on your face. Though Y/N didn’t find a lot great characteristics of Bakugou, but they knew that Bakugou was a smart man. He quickly caught onto their small frown creasing at the sides of their mouth and y/n bothered eyes.

But unlike usually, Bakugou’s face didn’t seem to get annoyed at that. No, instead, how facial expressions seemed to go down a little. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, from y/n couldn’t tell what was on Bakugou’s mind. He’s volcanic eyes seemed to be put out.

Y/N would almost say the usual solemn face of Bakugou Katsuki just broke away for a minute.

Bakugou caught himself, the dust of his volcanic chucked up as the lava came back into his eyes, keeping a stern look. Though Bakugou wouldn’t admit, Bakugou had definitely fallen for Y/N strong admiration for this job and their determination. He’d give them the compliment from time to time, but to wasn’t as much as he wanted to say.

“Just make sure you remember to clock in.” He mumbled softly, Y/N could barely even hear it. They nodded, a bit confused, but nodded and almost went on to work like usual. “Hey!” Bakugou stopped Y/N in their tracks, “Be cautious of Karens.”

The name still confused you to this day, but once again, you shrugged it off with a nod and carried on.

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This would have to one of the most crowded shift you’ve ever had, ever. If you were a customer, driving up into the driveway, you would’ve definitely drive straight out by the amount of people parked or in the driveway, getting their order taken their.

Bakugou, Denki and six others carefully rushed with the drinks, other orders holding up on the racks. Kirishima, Mina, and another worker kept up their the best they could, taking people’s orders from the drive through, then there was you and three other cashiers. You four had to take the orders as smooth and quick as possible, all of you praying that the customer will have a little bit of compassion and patience. Lines of people excitedly waiting to order the new drink the shop put out.

The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream. Your new enemy, almost every single child, adult, teen, everyone was asking and wanting that “creamy delicious coffee”. Who even lets their child drink coffee! You didn’t want any part of it.

“Stupid coffee ice cream, its not even December yet!” You quickly grumbled under your breath.

”Uhm, excuse me?” You nearly forgot about the rush hour at work today. Hastily you straighten your spine. The customer was a lady, maybe in her late 50s. Her pale skin wore brightly colored pigment over its wrinkles and creases. Her hair was short but bumped up and curled.

“Oh I said, hi welcome to StaryBunkers,” You correct yourself quickly, trying to pass your entirely different words as the same, you grasp notepad and it’s thin paper in one hand, and a pencil in another. Forcibly, you gave the customer a fake smile that would impress the greatest actress. “What would you like for today. Behind your fake smile and your facial creases, you internally prayed with every god, deity, and goddess you know, hoping that they wouldn’t say..

“The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream,” The older lady grasp her young daughter tightly that was so short, you just now noticed her. She seems to be up to her mother’s knees. “make that two please, today’s my girls big day!” The woman’s words didn’t invoke any feeling of excitement that usually does when some says big day to you.

“tHe cHirStmAs cHocOlatE wIntEr cReAm”

Your sighs of annoyance was held captive in the bars of your fake smile. “Of course!” Your forgery of cheerfulness impressed your cashier partners who’s fake smile was somewhat stiff and expressionless. “Birthday I presume?” You ask, the pencil’s tip close to the paper, ready to write.

“Yep!” The little girl chirped, her two brown pigtails swinging with you as she nodded her head. Ok you had to admit, the little girl was very sweet and cute. She single handedly made your stressful day a little bit better (ugh what a queen, we stan)

Your smile became more genuine, you heart even warmed a little.. “Coming right up, wait a moment please.” You paced hastily behind you, internally wishing you could spend you whole entire day in the back. You made your way quickly to the kitchen, hoping the customer were the patient type as you heard the shouts of anger coming from the drive through. You took a quick glance at the altercation.

“I SAID CHRISTMAS CHOCOLATE WINTER CREAM,” The customer aggressively yanked the the lid up. “THIS ISN’T ENOUGH CREAM!” The white and red haired boy calmly his hands out, trying to rationalize with the person.

“Sir, ” He spoke with dullness, “Thats how much cream comes with it.” But the customer only got even more hotheaded.

“NO IT ISN’T!”

“Yes it is.” Todoroki scrunched his face up, “You don’t even work here, how would you know?” Todoroki, unknowingly made the man even more upset which cause the drink from his hand to fly out towards him. You panic, rushing over there the close the door before it was too late. But, the man was quicker, and as the drink came rushing to a motionless Todoroki, a body came rushing in to take the hit, Kirishima.

“Brrooooooo” He said in slow motion. “Poor Kiri” you internally spoke with pity. And as the man ran away, kirishima’s stomach burned from the heat of the coffee. You cringed at the sound of his small whimpers of pain. “F in the chat.” You busy back to the kitchen.

The steam from the coffee makers brush against your skin, squeezing out a very thin layer of sweat on your cheeks. Quickly, you yelled.

“Two Today Specials for Cashier number UNO,” the Barista’s groaned, “AKA Y/N!” You yelled again for clarification. They, annoyedly, went back to work with the drinks again. The most pissed out of all them though was Bakugou. Not cause of the loaded day. But because everyone was going to “slow”. He huffed, panted, scream, yelled, intensely ordered and more,

The man was like lighting, filling up cup after cup after cup.

“Move your asses!” He sealed three cups and handed them to Mina, “Y/N stop wasting your time back here and work!” Your posture caved in, but you obey his command like a solider obeying their Sargent.

“Aye aye, Captain.” You sang jokingly. And while the others smirk and giggled amongst the stresss, Bakugou arch an eyebrow at your jokes and went back to work.

You happily went along to the front again to update the mother and the daughter about their meals. But as you approach them, you could hear the mother’s now bewildered voice. It was like cat nails to a chalkboard and her voice was crackly.

Her scream filled the whole place, putting a pause on the whole day. You internally panicked, not only can you feel the wrath of the woman from where you were standing, you could also feel the piercing and grim stare of Bakugou behind you. Once again, you we’re praying to gods, goddess, and deities. Praying that whatever is out there won’t eat you alive. Swallowing down your fear, you began to walk, with the feeling of it stuck down in your stomach.

Once you were in her eyesight, she swatted her daughters arms. And like a puppy, the girl immediately obeyed, handing her phone to her. The lady was obnoxiously grumbling words under breath as she pressed record. And with a large gulp she began her fit. You knew exactly what was gonna happen.

This..this must be the Karen they’ve talked about.

“SAY HELLO TO THE MEDIA!” Her voice sings with pride, “THIS PERSON MADE MY DAUGHTER WAIT ONE HOUR FOR HER DRINK-“ Your eyes grew with shock at the woman’s words. But before you could say anything, the cashier next to you, Deku interjected. His arm reached over to hover over your body as a means to protect you.

“Hang on now!” He argued. “You’ve only been here for three minutes!” You nodded in agreement. Pushing Deku’s arm up to cover your face from the camera.

“I’m sorry for the wait ma’am” you apologize, “But all you had to do was wait a couple of more minute-“

“DO YOU SEE THIS?” The woman ignored your remarks and claims, instead focusing on her own, “THEY ARE TRYING TO DISCREDIT ME AND MY NINE! YES NINE! YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!” She waved her phone in her daughters face like she was evidence. She waved, hopped, and dance around the counters and to other people’s table. “HOW CAN YOU PEOPLE DRINK HERE!” Her words and movements were melodramatic and over the top.

And after her little rant to the people, some of which left, she stomped her way back to you and Deku. This time, she had a nasty smirk on her face and a hot drink in her free hand she stolen from another customer.

“Ya know what!”

“Oh no not this again”

Hastily, you moved Deku and you away from the woman’s sight. You two ran into the back kitchen to Chef Ramsey Bakugou. Who was now even more pissed. Not only did Y/N make a Karen mad (ok he knew it impossible not to make them mad he’s just stressed). But no, instead of running to him, Y/N runs to Deku first?! Man’s got his priorities straight.

As Deku quickly runs over the back area to get his phone, you rush over to Bakugou and the others in panic. “Bakugou, call the police!” The others around quickly take of aprons and another things at the words of that. Police involved?? Yep they think a murder just went down. But Bakugou just grumbles and huffs.

“No.”

....

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO!?” Bakugou looks at you with bewilderment, this is his first time hearing you yell at him that way. But before he process the fact that a cinnamon bun is yelling at him, you began to grasp and shake at his shoulders. “THE LADY IS TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“WELL YOU SHOULD’VE CAME TO ME INSTEAD OF FUCKING DEKU FOR PROTECTION..” Bakugou fumbled and shouted through his words. “Y-YOU BIG MEANIE”

You two went silent after that,

Big

...

Big Meanie?

Deku came out from the back with his phone, “Shoto!” Todoroki’s head jerked towards his way. “Help me with the Karen!” Todoroki nodded.

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Finally, the situation was under control, the Karen was banned from the coffee shop, Mina and Denki gave Kirishima some aloe. And while things didn’t really calm down until the day was done, everyone seemed a bit less tense, expect you and Bakugou. For the rest of the day, he was knocking over cups, using wrong lids, and spilling coffee. Dude’s lucky that he wasn’t fire. He felt embarrassed by the way he reacted. Now Y/N probably saw him as some type of control freak. Tensions were high and he was stressful.

Bakugou quickly moved pass the others, trying to clock out early before Y/N sees him-

“Hey Bakugou” Bakugou internally groaned at the sound of your voice. Screw you plot device he said to himself. Bakugou turned his head to the side to face you. Yo he side view is lowkey cute you noted. “Could we talk outside, after I clock out?”

Oh how badly Bakugou wanted to say no. The pit in his stomach grew bigger as he nodded.

“Great, just give me a second” Bakugou nodded once again and quickly clocked out. He’s footsteps echoed in his head as he waited outside, leaning against the glass wall of the store.

He didn’t know what you were gonna say, but he had an idea of it. He annoyed you to no end, made things harder for you, and was never truly nice to you that often. How was he suppose to believe that you would like a guy like him in anyway? He internally frowned at his thoughts, the words eating him up and chewing him out only to get stepped on by the crushing feeling of doubt.

Once he saw the buildings door open with you coming out to join him, that crushing feeling of doubt covered and weighed down on him. This was it he thought. He shoved his hands into his pockets, readying himself for the painful impact of rejected.

“Bakugou..” you softly asked. Bakugou hmm’d at you with a feeling of shame boiling inside.. “Did you mean it when you said i was a big meanie?” Bakugou let out a sigh of pain.

He caught onto your words late, “Look I’m sorry for-what?”

“You called me a big meanie.” You mumbled, “and I was wondering if you were serious because one, you’re like 23.”

“I’m 16” he deadpanned “Like you.” You ignored him though.

“and two, you’re the one who’s been acting like a big meanie.” You accused which wasn’t contradicted, “And all cause you like me huh” Bakugou opened his mouth to spew his defense, but nothing came out but a small “I”. He sighed defeatedly.

“Im sorry,” He spoke. “I just, didn’t know how to tell you or whatever.” He spoke so awkwardly and shy. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you alone or whatever.”

You drew out a finger, objecting. “Hold on now,” you replied. “Who said I didn’t like you?” Bakugou’s heart sparked at those words, he lifted his head, red sparks in his eyes. “Hey what can I say? A big meanie like me likes big meanies too.”

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xpeachesncream · 4 years

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acquainted | five

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: (2nd bts member to be revealed) x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut (to come)

words: 4.2k

warnings: implied sexual content, cussing / mature language, relationship issues, angst, club scene, alcohol consumption, intoxication, seokjin is ready to risk it all cause reader is a huge flirt, the love triangle mess shall begin

notes: AH IM SORRY, THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY?!? I TRIED to make this as fair as possible, but i..... clearly have an issue and just really wanted this to be messy lmao

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"Waddup bro." Namjoon steps aside to let Jin in. "Wasn't expecting you to come by since we're seeing each other tonight." Jin chuckled.

"Fuck, that's right." Joon laughs as he hands Jin a bottle of water before sitting.

"What, you forgot? You planned this for your own stepbrother."

"No, I know. Just a lot of things going on." He sips on his water, manspreading in Namjoon's loveseat in the livingroom. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, the headache he felt earlier this morning no longer as bad, but still lingered. After getting home last night, he had tried to push you out of his mind, but failed miserably. It didn't help that he really and genuinely tried to clear the air with Grace, only for her to push him off and sleep on the far end of their bed.

"You alright? What's going on? I feel like I haven't seen you this stressed in a really long time. Last time was probably when you were planning your proposal." Jin softly chuckles, his head still tilted back.

"Yeah, it's been quite the shit show lately."

"Can't be that bad, can it? Have you and Grace been fighting?"

"A tad."

"A tad? The way you're acting right now says it's much more than a tad."

"We've been distant. Busy. We don't do things together anymore." He shortens the shpeel cause quite frankly, he's tired of repeating the story even though he hasn't told many people.

"Why don't you guys talk about it?"

"We can't communicate properly. I try, she gets even more upset and blows me off."

"It's probably just a rough patch in your relationship. I'm sure if you just give each other enough space, you could figure out how to fix things and have a serious conversation about where you both are at and what you need from each other. Remind each other that you're a team, and not working against each other." Jin's slightly shot his head up, his eyebrow raised.

"That's actually pretty solid advice coming from you."

"Shut up, you need help right?" Joon laughs.

"You're right though, it's just been hard. I feel like we've been constantly pushing each other away."

"You two are stubborn."

"Yup, that too." Jin sipped his water.

"I know that's not the only thing on your mind." If it was anyone in Jin's circle, you could count on Namjoon to figure things out before you can even say anything to him. "It's a little hard to believe you came over here to tell me this." In which, he's right. Jin never really talked about his relationship problems, let alone did he go out of his way to tell his friends what was going on. It was more of a thing that naturally came up in conversation when they were all together.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Joon shakes his head.

"Who is she?" Jin watches Namjoon's curious eyes as he leans into the palm of his hand. He was trying to come up with excuses or find ways to see himself out of his conversation, but he couldn't. Namjoon was too smart for this. If it were Yoongi or Hoseok, maybe he could get away with it. The only thing that Jin can come up with is a stupid smirk before he shakes his head and breaks eye contact. "See."

"See what?"

"That smirk. You can't tell me I don't know that smirk. I've been there before, dude. Who is she?" He repeats, causing Jin to succumb to defeat.

"She's a grad student in my creative writing class." Namjoon pauses before he bursts out in laughter.

"I need to sit back and get comfy on my couch for this." He says leaning back and crossing his arms. "She's a grad student? What's her name?" Jin nods.

"Y/N. 25 and so fucking attractive. It's frustrating." Jin groans into his hands.

"And you're telling me you see her more than just a distraction? I mean, I have to ask cause you are going through a rough patch with Grace." Although this is definitely not what Namjoon agrees with, he was only going to advise Jin on how to approach things. But execution-wise, it was up to Jin because this was his life. Namjoon was only part of it.

"She's smart, and she's fun. And.. she's refreshing."

"What did she do to make you feel this way?"

"She kissed me. In my classroom. And," Jin swallows the lump in his throat. "It happened again last night. It almost escalated into other things. But she stopped it." He quickly says because he can see Namjoon's facial expression changing. "She stopped it and she put me in my place because it just made things even more complicated. She said that we should keep our distance from each other."

"Which, she's right Jin. You really can't be doing this." Namjoon says sternly. "Please don't be stupid. This can hurt alot of people, especially since you're still engaged to Grace."

"I know, but likeeeeee--"

"No but's." Joon shook his head. Honestly, he didn't expect this behavior from Jin and it concerned him. "I can't force you on how to act, that's solely up to you. But you need to understand that it has to be one or the other, it can't be both. You either try and work things out with Grace and leave Y/N alone, or you call it quits with Grace."

"Y/N has been occupying my mind lately and it's been hard to push her out."

"Maybe that should be a sign as to what you need to do?" Joon sighs. "I don't know. I don't know her, so I can't say much, but are you really ready to throw away all these years with Grace for her? Like, is it really that serious?" Jin shrugged.

"I don't know, she doesn't want this."

"Correction - she doesn't want this because you're engaged. It's obvious that things would be different if the circumstances changed."

"I love Grace. A lot. We've been through so many things together, lots of ups and downs that taught us things."

"Yeah, and I love you both. I love Grace like a sister. But you can't stick around just because of history and because you both are comfortable, if that's what it really comes down to. It's not fair for both parties. If you find out that this is the end of your relationship with Grace, then it's the end."

"I'm just torn."

"Look, whatever you do, know that I support you no matter what and I'm always going to be here for you. But please do this right, no matter what that is. You can't have both of them."

"Yeah I know, I hear you." Joon nods.

"You're selfish, you know that?" Joon laughs. "You couldn't even introduce her to your single friends?" Jin smiled.

"Nope. Finders keepers." Joon rose his middle finger. "Just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut until I tell Yoongi and Hoseok myself."

"Sure, whatever. Not my battle anyways." He stood up and stretched. "So, where are we taking your little Jungkookie tonight?"

"The club so he can get some for his birthday."

"What a good older brother." Jin laughed.

"Is Grace in New York already?"

"Yep. I'm probably just going to head home and sleep until then. I don't remember the last time I stayed up this late, let alone the last time I went to a club."

"Yeah go home, and not to Y/N's house."

"Should I?" Jin joked, but Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I'm kidding, don't worry. Everything didn't just go in one ear and out the other."

"Yeah, please reassure me and tell me that I didn't waste time giving you advice."

"Oh my god, hurry up!" Jimin groaned loudly as he laid sloppily on your couch, getting restless while waiting for you, Ryujin and Taehyung to finish getting ready. To be fair, you all had been getting ready and fooling around for 2 hours, while Jimin sat patiently and watched whatever was on TV.

"Shut up, Jimin! I'm going to make sure I look good tonight." Ryujin yelled back.

"For who?"

"The dick I'll be getting."

"Why did I even ask?" Jimin sighed and dug his head into a pillow while you and Ryujin continued to yell and sing along loudly to every song that came through on your bluetooth speakers. "You all look good already, please, what else do you need to do?" He mumbled into the pillow. Don't get him wrong, he loves you all to death. He truly does. But it's just been such a long time since you all have gone out like this. He forgot what it was like.

"You know, she really means me." Taehyung tugged on his collar and swiped his thumb across his bottom lip.

"Okay, honestly. You two should probably fuck already. Get it out of your systems, you know?" You say as you dab lip gloss on your lips before shrugging and rolling your eyes. "Jesus Christ."

"Okay, no. You're supposed to be on my side, and that doesn't help." Ryujin's cheeks flush to a rosy tint as she pulls you aside. You knew damn well she was feeling embarrassed because it was true. She wanted to. Once Ryujin finally dusted herself off and was satisfied with her outfit, you both walked out into the living room to meet Jimin and Taehyung. Their eyes widened as they caught sight of you two, Ryujin in a pink, ruched dress with matching pink heels and you in a matching 2-piece skirt and low cut crop top.

"Oh shit, you both look good as hell." Taehyung says as he gets up and continues to eye both of you up and down. Mostly Ryujin, though. "Shall we head out?"

"Yup!" You say as you come to Jimin's side and lead the way out of your apartment. Jimin decided he'd drive tonight since he didn't feel like drinking too much, but he still wanted to go out and have fun. The crew headed to grab dinner at the Farmhouse Kitchen, which served the best Thai food in town. You all enjoyed some good grub, along with some really strong cocktails. You felt super happy that you all had time to finally do this since it's been a minute. You felt like you could finally let lose and get your mind off of things. The things that your dearest bestfriends don't even know about.

But, stories for other days. Tonight, you felt good and you looked good. You were all that and then some. Maybe tonight was the night you could meet a single, fine ass man to dance up on and act up with.

The cocktails were hitting you and Ryujin the most, already feeling tipsy before heading into the club.

"Wooooo!" Ryujin yelled before laughing out loud. "I'm ready!"

"Okay, yes, same, but please keep it together so we can at least make it inside the club." Jimin pleaded. He led your crew up to security, flashing your IDs one by one and paying for the cover fee before stepping in to the already packed nightclub. You and your friends ended up walking in a straight line, holding each other's hands to navigate through the crowd to the bottom floor. The top floor was the most crowded, being it was the house / EDM floor, while the bottom Hip Hop floor wasn't too jammed packed.

"Shots, my friends?" Taehyung asks as he swings over to the front of the bar. You follow behind him and line up against the bartender, asking for some good ol' Don Julio tequila. It wasn't your fave, but it was definitely Taehyung's go-to, and you can't lie, it got the job done quick for you. You all stick around the bar to take your shots, kicking them back to back [besides Jimin] to really get this night started.

As you waited for the final around, Taehyung is scanning the room and notices a group loudly making their way from down the steps and over to the bar. They were cheering on whoever the birthday boy was. A face in the group had looked familiar, so Taehyung squints his eyes to get a better look, and realizes its no other than Jin with his friends.

"Oh, shit! Look! Mr. Kim's here!" Taehyung laughs and says loudly, pointing towards the other end of the bar.

"Is he really?! Let's go take a shot with him and his friends!" Ryujin squeals as she sees him come into full view. You too, get a glimpse of him as they approach the bar and suddenly, you felt hot and nervous - the alcohol being of no help during this time. He looked good, and he didn't look like the already-handsome-professor you had. His hair was more natural, slightly curly, and almost like he had showered and let it messily air dry. The look was perfect on him. Not gonna lie, you were somewhat happy he was here to see how good you looked and part of you really wanted him to crave you until he couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to drive him crazy, and little did you know that you already were. It was a game you didn't mind playing, especially since you knew you couldn't have him.

You shouldn't.

"Ayeeeee! Mr. Kim!" Taehyung's ass yells with Ryujin cheering in the back. He does nothing but flash that smile of his while chuckling. His friends are all really handsome as well, one especially caught your eye with the way his wavy black hair fell down his eyes as he stood against the bar in black ripped jeans and a button up shirt. He seemed to be the youngest out of the group, but you were just assuming.

"Let's take a shot! On me!" Ryujin yells as she runs over with her loud ass. You follow behind her with Taehyung and Jimin, slightly hiding behind Jimin since you were feeling a little shy and awkward at this encounter. The events of the past days just flashed before your eyes, and you can feel Jin's eyes burning holes through you from your peripherals.

"These are your students?" You overhear as one of them looks behind at Jin and laughs.

"Yup." Is all he says, hands deep into his pockets.

"That's her isn't it?" Namjoon says in his ear, loud enough to make sure its clear over the music blasting. Jin simply looks at him without saying a word before returning his attention back on Jungkook, who he noticed was eyeing you. The look said everything to Namjoon.

"Do you know her?" Jungkook points at you and Jin nods.

"Why?"

"Why? She's gorgeous." His eyes light up, causing Namjoon to slightly choke and laugh behind Jin.

"Go for it." Is all Jin says. He's honestly livid right now, because the thought of someone else being able to get a taste of you while he hasn't fucks him up.

"Ohhh, boy." Namjoon sighs. "I hope you're truly over her or else it's going to get really fucked up, you know that right?"

"Don't worry about it." He says, dismissing him as he takes the shot from Yoongi's hand and immediately downs it.

"Hey." The black-haired cutie that caught your eye pushed his way through the group to come into full view. "I'm Jungkook."

"Y/N." You lightly shake his hand before tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I just wanted to say that you're absolutely gorgeous." He says cutely, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Aw, thank you. That's so sweet."

"I, uh—"

"It's his 23rd birthday today!" One of the guys against the bar yells, grabbing Jungkook's shoulders and playfully massaging it.

"Yeah, it's his birthday Y/N! Give the boy some love!" Ryujin winked from where she was at.

"Happy Birthday." You chuckled as he nods.

"Thanks. Maybeeeee you can bless me with a dance after this shot?" He asked shyly. Boy, was he fucking attractive. You could see his thighs poking through the rips of his jeans, his sharp collarbone poking out from the unbuttoned portion of his shirt and his arm muscles defined even in the dark.

"Yeah, I'd love to." You leaned back against the bar as he stood next to you, waiting for the round of shots to come. "Are these your friends?" He chuckled.

"More like big brothers? That's Yoongi, that's Hoseok and that's Namjoon. They're Jin's friends. Jin is my stepbrother." You swallowed the lump in your throat as you quickly glance at Jin, who's side-eyeing you as he leans against the bar. You have got to be fucking kidding me. God was truly testing you.

"Ohhhh." You respond. "That's sweet of them to take you out."

"I honestly didn't wanna do much, let alone come to the club. It's not really my thing, but I'm glad I did or else I wouldn't have met you." He smiled, his smile being just as perfect as his stepbrother's.

"I'm glad I could make your birthday a good one after all." Ryujin suddenly comes to your side and gives your arm a good squeeze.

"He's a cutie! You better hop on that since Mr.Kim is taken." She says in your ear, pulling you into a hug.

"That's his stepbrother."

"Even better!" She exclaims, making you shake your head. You all gather and take the last round of shots in honor of Jungkook's birthday and shit gets wild, quick. Your group led them to the dance floor, partying together like you had known them since forever. It didn't feel awkward at all knowing it was Jin and group of friends, but it did get awkward when you felt the tension with Jin every time you were near him. He didn't like seeing you dance all up on his stepbrother, getting all handsy and touchy-feely when just the other night, you were straddling his lap, ready to risk it all.

Hell, what was he gonna do though? He couldn't do shit. Not with his people around, especially Namjoon.

You knew this. He didn't have to say anything for you to know he wasn't a fan of it. You'd catch him looking at you throughout the night, his eyes hungry and almost dark. Let's get this straight - there's no bad blood here. You're not mad or bitter [slightly]. You're just having your fun because you're single and can do whatever the fuck you want. You know he wants you, what's wrong with a little tease?

A couple of songs have passed and Ryujin has made her way through Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon, and now she was back to doing her own thing on the dance floor. Jimin has had a couple of ladies welcome themselves onto his lap, and he gladly accepted. You loved seeing Jimin have fun and you especially loved when girls swooned at the sight of him because he was deserving of it and he was mighty good looking. He always worked hard and never gave himself a break.

You, on the other hand, had been stuck to the hip with Jungkook and you had brought him deeper into the dance floor, away from the group just to get a little alone time. You had danced up on him majority of the night, his muscular arms always gently bringing you back against his body. You both were feeling some type of way with the alcohol running through your veins, but you weren't complaining one bit. Alcohol or not, Jungkook was fine.

"So, are you going to let me take you out on a date?" Jungkook asks in your ear, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"I'd love to go out on a date with you." You face him, his smile going from ear to ear as he nods and starts taking down your number. To be honest, you could be here all night with him, but you decided you needed a break from all this dancing and from the crowded dance floor. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, suddenly needing to break the seal really badly and freshen up. As you were exiting the bathroom, Jin was also exiting the men's bathroom at the same time. You both locked eyes, with you breaking the contact with a small, toothless smile before walking off.

"Y/N." He says, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him. His body is against the back wall, both of your groups distant and not as visible from where you're standing. He looks down at you, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"Jin."

"You haven't said one word to me all night."

"I'm trying to keep my distance from you, remember?"

"You know that's not necessary." His hand was now on the small of your back, fingers gently caressing your back in small circles.

"It is. You know what you do to me." You say as you look down at his lips. Truthfully.

"And so do you." You can feel his breath against your skin and it sends goosebumps down your entire body. You're trying your hardest right now to not get turned on by this man, let alone throw yourself onto him. "This isn't fair, you know?"

"I gotta get back to everyone." You say, slightly pulling back.

"Just for the record," He gently pulls you back, his other hand lifting your chin. "Jungkook might have you right now, but I know in the end you'll be coming home to me and that's all that matters." He lets go of your wrist and walks away, leaving you slightly dumbfounded at the way he stood his ground like that. Your panties felt soaked, and you wanted nothing more but to ride this man into the next dimension. He was truly testing you, and quite frankly, you could burst any minute now.

"You okay?" Jimin says, lightly squeezing your arm. "You were gone for awhile."

"Yeah, long line." You lied.

"We're thinking about heading out, you good with that?" You nod silently. You look around to see Ryujin flirting with Yoongi and Namjoon, making you shoot him a look. "Not me, all you. Go get her." He shakes his head, chuckling.

"Alright, I need to say bye to Jungkook anyways."

"Oooh, Jungkook." He wiggles his eyebrows. You make your way over to the area that Jin and his friends are occupying, prying Ryujin's drunk ass away. You give Jungkook a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, letting him know you'd be waiting for his text.

Finally, you all headed out of the club and into Jimin's car, Ryujin being the first drop off of the night. Thank God he had decided to drive, because all three of you were still pretty tipsy and in no condition to get behind the wheel.

"Y/N, listen to me. You need to hop on Jungkook because he's fine as fuck!" Ryujin's drunk ass yells in the backseat as Jimin is making his way to her house.

"Ouch, Ry, stop kicking my chair." Jimin whines.

"Y/N, did you hear me?"

"I hear you loud and clear, Ry. Thank you." You laugh.

"And you, Jimin! I hope you grabbed a ton of numbers because there were tons of pretty ladies feeling you tonight and you need a girl!"

"Perfect, thank you for pointing out how single I am." He says, making Taehyung snorts.

"What about me?"

"Shut up, Tae. You don't need shit. Mind your own business." You and Jimin laugh in your seats.

"Also, Mr. Kim was really eyeing the hell out of you tonight, Y/N." She adds, making you sigh silently to yourself.

"Actually, I concur." Jimin chimes in. "He couldn't keep his eyes off of you."

"Mistress Y/N." Taehyung calls out, causing you to turn and pinch him on the leg. If you haven't gotten it by now, Tae loves to tease the fuck out of you by calling you a mistress. It's been his thing since you got all googly-eyed for him. And you hated it. You truly wanted to fight him every single time.

"It was nothing. He was probably just drunk."

"Sure." Jimin responds. "Call it what you want, he was definitely feeling you tonight." The ride goes silent, which, you're happy that none of them are pressing on it. You were not trying to get caught up at this moment.

Ryujin gets dropped off before Jimin makes his way to your apartment, parking in the yellow passenger/loading zone. Taehyung is knocked out in the back seat, while Jimin throws his hazards on and walks you to the front door of the lobby.

"Thanks for driving, Chim." He smiles and pulls you into a hug.

"No prob. Call me if you need me?" You nod. You walk in and get into the elevator, Jimin and his car disappearing in sight. You take a deep breath and sigh because you had been having an internal battle since the moment you stepped out of the club.

You were losing.

You stepped out of the elevator, only to step into your apartment to quickly freshen up and throw on comfier clothes. You find yourself heading back downstairs to meet your Uber. You knew exactly where you were going and you knew exactly what you were doing.

But you didn't give a fuck. You had been dying to get your needs fulfilled and the only person you wanted was a quick 25 minute Uber trip away.

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