#put me SO far behind in school i started cheating when i got back in school

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wow every time I remember that my math homeschooling was literally just Biblical Numerology, I want to scream and light things on fire

[minkyungseokie]

When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

[rowniebow]

Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

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you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

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everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

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waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

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it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

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you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.”

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

so

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

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you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 3

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings:  mentions of smut/cheating, slight angst.

Anastasia Garcia

Morgan gave an exasperated sigh as he sifted through the photos.  He knew that it was going to be difficult getting a feel of what was going on from all the way back at Quantico, but he just didn’t trust Gideon enough with such a similar case. 

It hadn’t even been a year since the bombing that took out a hostage and six agents. 

And it was something that Derek wasn’t willing to let go of.

Thankfully, Hotch hadn’t fought him too much on it, insisting that if he was going to take a step back for the case, he would support it, instead of having mistrust on the team. 

“You’ve got a package!” Penelope Garcia said quickly as she burst through the door.  His brow rose and he jumped ever so slightly, far too caught up in the thoughts he’d had about Gideon and his mistrust, as she leaned against one of the chairs while the fragments were brought in by a uniformed guard, “don’t worry it had an escort all the way from Palm Beach.”

He stood and smiled, making his way towards the box in an attempt to forget the lingering guilt that managed to stay behind with him while the rest of the team went to Florida, “okay, right on time.  K, thanks man I got this!”

“So...what’s that?” Penelope asked.

“It’s my bomb fragments.  I’m going to start putting this bad boy back together.”

“Why bother?” she asked, “can’t you just pick up the pieces and dust for prints and stuff?”

“Garcia, what are you doing in the FBI?” he laughed, half-teasing his favorite analyst.

“I didn’t get into medical school!” she smirked, playing along with the playboy of the BAU.

“Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Ouch,” she laughed, punching him in the arm, “that’s what my father said.”

“Alright, I’m about to teach you something, so pay attention now.”

“Ugh, it’s like school.” She groaned, “you’re no fun!”

“Look, how these things are put together can tell you about our unsub.”

“You sound like Gideon!”

“Uh, ouch!” he laughed, copying her former statement.  He frowned when he saw the hesitation in her eyes, “What, you don’t think it’ll work?”

“No.”

“This is crazy cool,” Penelope smiled just a few hours later as she examined the bomb fragments and how it was coming together.  Derek found himself beaming with pride as he admired his own handiwork, “how did you learn all this stuff?”

“I-“

“PENNYYYYYY!” a voice bellowed as she burst into the room with two iced coffees, “JJ said that you were-“

“Why hello, and who do we have here?” Morgan smirked as his attention turned towards the woman coming into the room.  You froze, and he found himself admiring the honey-haired blonde, “a little sweetness dropping off some coffee for some ‘hard at work’ agents?”

You stopped, immediately turned off by the words coming out of the attractive man’s mouth.  You had heard about the playful banter between your sister and one of the profilers, but you had never had the misfortune of meeting him.  And while you hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about the elusive Derek Morgan, you hadn’t thought that he would look as attractive as he did, “excuse me?”

“Ana!” Penelope yelped, immediately jumping up from her spot next to Derek, “Derek, this is my older sister Anastasia.  She is the liaison for another one of the units.”

“Anastasia?” he asked in disbelief, looking at the modelesque woman who only vaguely looked like his own tech analyst, “Anastasia Garcia?  As in my baby girls’ got a big sis?”

“Baby girl?” you groaned, partially sickened by the man calling your little sister his ‘baby girl.’  You sneered at him before looking at Penelope, “Pen?  Please tell me that you didn’t settle for someone who acts like he’s George Clooney. I mean, come on...baby girl?  Gag!”

“No, no no,” she said nervously as she pushed up her glasses and made her way towards you with her hands up and shaking, “i-it’s not like that.  Derek...Agent Morgan and I-“

“It’s all in good fun,” he smiled, waving the elder Garcia off, “we-“

“I wasn’t talking to you,” you growled, cutting Derek off, “I was talking to my little sister.”

“He’s just teaching me about this bomb maker.  I-I-“

“Relax,” Derek said quickly, standing up.  He held out his hands to you to show that he meant no harm, “look, how about we all just hit the reset button and take a deep breath, alright?  If I offended you, then-”

“Pen...my office.  Now.”

Derek watched as you all but stomped out of the conference room, coffee in hand.  And then his gaze fell back to the junior Garcia.  Despite how bossy and rude you seemed, he was half shocked and half turned on.  But seeing how nervous the younger Garcia sister appeared, he tried to push that to the back of his mind.

“Garcia, are you okay?”

“Yeah-I-Ana-she-“

“what just happened, baby girl?” he asked, stopping the sputtering that was coming from the frazzled looking Garcia sister.

“That’s Ana,” she frowned, “she-uh-she can be a little overprotective of me sometimes.  I didn’t really think that she’d act like that though.  But I mean, I’ve never had good luck around men and  ever since my parents died...she-”

“Baby girl, there’s a difference between overbearing and protective...”

“I should go calm her down,” she frowned, sparing a glance towards the door once again, “she seemed really upset.  I’m sorry, Morgan...ca-can I come back later though?”

“Of course baby girl!” he smiled sadly, “you go and take care of your big sis.”

“I just don’t get why you let him talk to you like that, Penny...”

“He doesn’t mean anything by it, Ana...”

“That’s disgusting though.  He’s treating you like you’re some booty call, not a coworker...where’s the respect?”

“Are you really mad about how he talks to me, or is it because it’s directed at me?”

You paused.  Your stomach turned as you looked at your little sister.  You knew that she had more issues with self-confidence than anyone you’d ever met, despite her drastically independent persona, “Pen...”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

You nearly spat out your drink as you raised a brow at your younger sister, “what?”

“I mean, come on...I know that Brent doesn’t talk to you like that...and your relationship is kind of lack luster in the romance area.  He’s just a boring jerk who’s pretty to look at.  You don’t like that Derek talks to me like that, because it reminds you just how bland your relationship is!”

“Penelope!”

“What?” she giggled, taking another sip of her drink, “he is.  Brent’s like a robot.  You guys have never been right for each other, and I think deep down both of you know it.” 

“He is not.” You scoffed, tripping over yourself, “we-we’re just settled.  We’ve been together for over a decade.”

“Yeah.  On and off!”

“PENNY!” you scolded, “please.  You’ve just never given him a real shot because he and dad never got along.  But he’s a good guy.”

“Sure, he is...” she said with another smirk as she sipped on her drink, “Face it, Ana, besides the fact that your boyfriend looks like Taye Diggs, he’s got nothing going for him.  He’s bland.  There’s nothing really beneath the surface, Ana, and I know you’d kill for a man who talks to you like the way Morgan talks to me.”

A blush coated your cheeks and fanned down your neck and chest.  You could barely look your little sister in the eye as you sipped down your own cocktail, “You’re horrible, Pen.”

“And you need to get laid.”

“Oh, who’s getting laid?” You found your eyes rolling when Derek Morgan sat on the other side of Penelope.  He held a hand up to the bartender and called for a drink, “you ladies need refills?”

“Yes please!” Penelope chirped.

“Not from you!” you frowned. 

“What is your-“

“Hey baby!  Sorry I’m late!” The liaison for another one of the groups smiled as he wrapped around you, and pressed a simple kiss to your temple, “had to finish up some of the paperwork and sift through a few more files to see if there was something else that was immediate that I need to present to the team tomorrow when they come back in.  But I’m here.”

“Agent Smith...let me buy you a drink!” Derek smiled.

Brent was smiling, about to agree, when you put a hand on his arm, “actually, I was thinking we go home?  I’m feeling a certain type of way...if you catch my drift.”

Brent smiled, waggling his eyebrows at Morgan, before nodding, “well...guess that drink will have to wait, Morgan.”

“Lack-luster my ass,” you winked at your younger sister as you playfully nudged her, “see you tomorrow, Pen.”

Samantha Reid

“If Morgan can’t trust me, that’s fine,” Gideon shrugged as he looked over his shoulder and to the bullpen where Morgan was talking with the rest of the team and a few others, “but we can’t go into this one half-cocked.  We need a full team, Aaron.”

“Morgan has offered to stay here and put the bomb back together so that he can find the signature, and hopefully the bombmaker.  We won’t be working with a shorted team.  He just won’t be at the same location as us.”

“I want Reid.”

“Spencer will be there,” Aaron answered briefly as he gathered his go bag from one of the cabinets in his office, “just like he always i-“

“No, I want to bring in Samantha.”

Hotchner paused and took a shallow breath, “Samantha?”

“She and Spencer could work well together...keep each other on their toes.  And I think that for something like this, having another ATF specialist on the ground would help.  Sure, Morgan can work from here, but we’d be missing out without her expertise.  She knows what to do, Aaron, and you know that we could get her for the assignment.”

Aaron felt the knot in his stomach tightening, “I’m sure she’s got other things to do, Gideon.  Like any of us, I’m sure that she relishes the free time that she has when she doesn’t have to be here!”

But Gideon was already to the door of Hotchner’s office, pulling it open, “Samantha, could you come in here for a sec?”

The twins shared a look before she made her way into the office.  As she passed SSA Gideon, she gave Hotchner a look.  Gideon closed the door behind them. 

“What’s this about, agents?”

“Your team is off this week, yes?” Gideon asked.

“We’re on call...” she said slowly, before giving Hotch another look, “and while nothing is demanding our attention just yet, it could happen.  Why?  Is everything okay?”

“We’re going to be down a man,” Gideon said honestly as he came around so that he was standing beside Hotchner, “there is a member of the team that doesn’t trust me since the Bale case, and he would prefer to stay behind and put together the pieces in Quantico.”

“Okay...”

“Agent Gideon feels that with your expertise on the ATF side, you’ll be able to fill the gap in Morgan’s absence in the field.”

“Is that how you feel as well, team leader Hotchner?”

Aaron was quiet for a moment.

“You do your job well, Dr. Reid.  No one can deny you that.”

“When is it wheels up?”

“Ten minutes,” he said briskly, “do you have a go bag ready?”

“Always, sir.”

“Hotch?” a voice called, almost knocking him from his thoughts.

“Half of Florida is in a panic, we might not have a choice!” the detective argued.

“Aaron...” you said nervously, looking up to your former lover, “we-we’re stuck...”

His eyes shifted down to yours.  The shift in the elevator had pushed the two of you together.  He could see the fear in your eyes.  The anxiety that was bubbling up in your stomach.  He knew that you had hated tight spaces, and that you were mildly claustrophobic. 

They were supposed to have gone to the hotel to get a few hours of shut eye so that they could work in groups and have a fresh set of eyes on the bombs at all times. 

But instead, the two of you were stuck...in more senses than one. 

He felt trapped inside the small box that was the elevator, and he hated himself for not fighting with Gideon about being on the same team as you.  You could see it in his eyes every time that he looked at you. 

But he also hated himself for how he felt in the current moment. 

He could feel your thin fingers pressed low on his chest, almost ready to caress him out of sheer instinct.  He could feel the warmth of your chest pressed up against his, and the nervous hitch in your breath that forced your breasts closer to his gaze. 

He held his breath as he tried not to think of every intimate moment that they’d shared together, “Samantha.”

“The elevator...it-I don’t know...”

“It’ll be okay!” he promised, trying to focus on the moment they were in instead of all the stressors that had built up over the past day and a half.

“I hate small spaces, Aaron...”

“I know,” he sighed, gently reaching up to stroke your cheek.  You whimpered, leaning into his touch.  His hand grew shaky as all of his feelings for you rushed up to him, “it’ll be okay, Samantha.”

“Aaron...”

But he was already melting into your hazel eyes as he thought of the last time that they were together in such an intimate position.  Back when they were ‘playing couple’ in Quantico for a case.

“Aaron,” you whimpered softly.  He groaned as your fingers shifted beneath his jacket and started undoing the buttons to his shirt.  His eyes fluttered shut as your fingers worked over his body, caressing every soft curve of him.  Meanwhile, he’d hooked one of your legs around his waist and had you pressed against the wall of the bedroom.  Their lips met in another frenzied kiss, “god you look so sexy in a uniform...Oh, Aaron.  W-we can’t.  We shouldn’t.  Fuck!”

His hips bucked when your fingers trailed over his belt, undoing that, and unbuttoning his pants in an instant.  His own hands shifted, one hand wrapped around your waist to hold you up, while the other massaged one of your breasts through the blouse that already managed to have two buttons torn from it because of his greediness.

“Just this once,” he moaned against her lips, finally giving in, “just this once, Samantha.”

“Just this once!” you promised as the leg that was hooked around his waist raised enough so that your heel could catch the hem of his boxers and push them down. 

His cock sprang up, brushing against your spread legs.  Aaron’s hand left your breast and reached down.  Shifting your panties to the side after pushing your skirt up around your midsection, he grabbed his hardened length and gave himself a quick pump before lining himself up at your entrance.

They were both breathing heavily when the elevator started up with another harsh tug.  Your chest was heaving in his face, and you could feel him hard and pressed against your pelvis. 

“Aaron...”

His dark brown eyes snapped to her hazel ones. 

And then they shifted back to your lips once more. 

S1, E4

[vvillcwtree]

hello friends! i'm rae (she/they, 25+, cst). i'm excited to write with everyone! my discord user is available by request as i sometimes really suck at keeping up with ims on tumblr. i am the mun behind yoosu, joaquin, haeoreum and poe right here. you can read poe's profile here or check out his pinterest over here. under the cut you'll find out more about him. if you leave me a like i'll reach out to plot with you. (ps i will do my best to get intros up for everyone else tomorrow).

ABOUT

born in seoul to an american-born mother and a south korean-born father, their relationship truthfully was not a very happy one, they got married quickly and quite young and both regretted it when it became obvious they weren't meant for one another

eventually after several years of trying to make it work for their young son they decided to split ways, with poe's mother returning to america and his father staying in south korea with poe, though poe wanted to go with his mother it was decided the change would be too drastic for him so he would only spend summers and every other winter break with his mother

poe was christened with the nickname poe when he was nine years old by a neighbor boy who thought that "willow" was too boring for an english name. the nickname quickly caught on and although poe barely remembers the neighbor who first called him poe he still uses it to this day

poe eventually decided to attend college in america in order to better bond with step-father and half-brother, ezra, his grades throughout school had always been excellent so once he had a goal to work towards he put his all into maintaining his good grades so he would have a better chance at being accepted overseas

it was honestly a surprise to poe when he was accepted at columbia university with a fairly substantial scholarship but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity and moved in with his mother's family while he was attending college

and it was in his mother's home that poe eventually came out as gay it was something that he'd known for a while but in the conservative environment of south korea he didn't think it was safe for him to be out

poe dated a man his first year of university but their relationship was interrupted by poe needing to return to south korea in order to enlist, however, instead of remaining faithful he cheated on poe the entire time that he was in south korea. something that poe painfully found out in person when he returned to do his doctorate

luckily that pain brought him into contact with his eventual husband, avi. poe was absolutely gone for him the moment that they started dating and their marriage in 2019 was one of the high points in poe's life

unfortunately poe found himself returning to south korea once again due to his father's illness as well as a stellar job offer at sunkyunkwan university

PLOT IDEAS

students, poe is a generally laidback professor and many end up taking at least one of his classes. he also acts as an academic advisor for anyone considering taking the literature major.

poe moved back and forth between america and south korea for a lot of his life so it's likely he has friends all over the place. perhaps an old friend from america that he happily stumbled upon again?

bukchon village residents will probably recognize poe as the insane man who likes to go for a run before the sun is even up...he is far too chipper for the time of morning your muse would be seeing him

i'm open to any thoughts you might have too of course!

[spotlightstudios]

Okay so, Neon got me back into Obey Me:Nightbringer, so here's another redesign of N. (This time w/ Gargoyle features!)

She's an insert, not a mc, so I like to think she'd be a side-character like Mephisto.

Her whole thing is that she's the keeper of knowledge in the Devildom, and therefore she's really handy to have nearby when solving problems. Fire in the kitchen? Here's 15 ways to put it out. Ancient curse? Here's the century it originated from and also the way to reverse it. Protection spells to bypass? Yep here's a way to slip past. She's like a walking Google.

Having said that, it's exactly why N chose to retreat into solitude after Diavolo rose to power. (Aka she missed that the brothers fell and also the founding of RAD.) Satan is the one to stumble upon her archives after getting the recommendation from Diavolo, and she finds him interesting and inquisitive so she humors him.

When Satan let's news slip of RAD and the human/angel exchange students, N immediately decides to get back in contact with Diavolo and registers for RAD (though she's blocked from her infinite well of knowledge while in the building, because he doesn't want her cheating). She becomes a student and subsequently takes up residence with Diavolo again (which is awkward at first because she *did* ditch him but like... Barbatos held more of a grudge than Dia did) and goes back to work as a Lord of the Devildom.

This let's her connect w/ the brothers more easily, and the mc by proxy.

N is very reclusive, as well as sharp. She's pretty chill, but she *will* find a way to be downright mean if she thinks Dia won't find out about it. (Basically think the Solomon situation w/ Barbatos, but Barbatos and N eventually drop the grudge.)

And speaking of Solomon, he actually *does* have a pact with her. They met back before Solomon met Asmo or Barbatos, and he promised to be her "eyes" around the world if he could access her knowledge. So, every once in a while Solomon is allowed into N's library to collect more books and info, while N can simply look through Solomon's eyes whenever she likes. (She doesn't use it often anymore. After the 5th time he set his kitchen on fire while she was watching, she kinda gave up. But she does now know *so* many ways to set kitchen appliances ablaze.)

Around the brothers she's mostly chill. Satan was the first she befriended, and she loves hanging out around him and is rarely away from him when she's off school grounds. Asmo's the next one she befriends, if only through circumstantial encounters (she's being nosey and gossiping to Satan and Asmo overhears). Belphie isn't far behind, since he and Satan usually work against Lucifer, and a friend of Satan is a friend of hers. (She also likes Napping near him. She's not a person who sleeps a lot, and Belphie leaning on her arm immediately makes her eepy.) Beel and N meet through Belphie, but they bond fr when she reveals her hidden knowledge of recipes and spend like 20 hours in the kitchen cooking/eating. Mammon and N are decently familiar with eachother, but N isn't one for Mammon's antics (She once tried to explain probability in gambling to him and he immediately fled) and he isn't too sure about her either. N and Levi on the other hand have a decent relationship. N knows everything about Levi's media by proxy, so when they talk they're able to evaluate and theorize on new ideas and delve into deeper meaning. Also her Kane instinct is strong w/ Levi and they regularly start joking arguments just to fight eachother. And lastly Lucifer. N thinks of Lucifer as a servant of Diavolo, and therefore she assumes she's higher rank than him. He's a fallen angel, and he's strong, but surely he's bound to the word of the Demon King sooooooo, whatever. (She has respect for what he did and likes having him around since he brought his brothers but like, her selfish attitude is smth Luci doesn't appreciate so she stays uninvolved from him.)

Physically, N is built like a gargoyle. She was created kinda like that myth of a statue coming to life. She was literally sculpted with the intention of being a steadfast advisor to the next Demon King, and that's kinda what she is. Because she was created from stone, she's heavy af. Her wings are rough and have a stony texture. She hardly flies, and when she does it's usually not far, because her wings function better as shields than actual wings.

She's just heavy and built different. (Beel and Diavolo are the only ones who can really lift her for extended periods of time.)

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 18

A/N: I kind of forgot to put any trigger warnings for this fic for some time now… Sorry guys! Trigger warnings for this chapter: contains bullying!

Masterpost

Whilst you were used to being teased by a lot of the Shutoku students for being a 'street rat', it seemed it had taken a whole new other level when you arrived at school the next day. Your entire desk had been scribbled over, many insults could be read on it. Slut, whore, cheap fuck. Reading all of them made you feel a little sick but you sat down regardless and you heard one of your classmates snicker. You ignored it but in the back of your mind you wondered if he did it. The class started pretty quickly and you focused as much on what the teacher was saying so your focus wouldn't be on your desk. You scribbled amongst your notes as you suddenly felt something hit the back of your head. Looking around, you saw an eraser lying close to your chair and you could see the girl sitting behind you smirking at you. You grabbed the eraser and put it on your desk, not giving the girl any satisfaction. Seriously, what had happened that caused everyone to jump at the chance to mess with you like this? You felt hurt, confused and somewhat angry. Clutching onto your textbook with dear life, you endlessly tried to distract yourself. You dreaded the moment lunch break would arrive, because if life on the streets taught you anything, it was hypervigilance and you feared the bullies would strike the moment your teacher would retreat to the teacher's lounge for his lunch. When the lunch bell rang, your heart dropped as the teacher left for the teacher's lounge. You quickly grabbed your things, deciding to eat out on the campus rather then in your class and you were glad to do so as the girl behind you started whispering to her friend in the seat next to her, their malicious gaze aimed at you. With a deep sigh, you breathed in the fresh air as you stepped outside. You decided to sit down on one of the empty benches, not a lot of students having decided to sit outside as whilst it did not rain, it was far from a sunny nice day. Just as you sat, you noticed Isaya Shoto, one of your former friends, was approaching you with a nasty look on his face. You felt weary, even when you still had been friends, Isaya had been the one who talked the most shit about you and it had became quite clear after the event with Suzuka that he had only been pretending to be your friend so he could make use of you. This clearly wasn't spelling out something good and you couldn't help but wonder suspiciously if he had anything to do with what was happening. You tried to remain as collected as possible as Shoto stood stil in front of you, his eyes regarding you with a dark glee. "How's life been going for you? Did the eraser left a little bump-bump on the princess' head?" You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes, trying to remain calm. "Did you do something? And don't give me any bullshit answer, Shoto." Shoto huffed, glaring at you. "I simply thought it would be nice for everyone to know Ichijo was staying at your place and how naíve Midorima was for not even considering you could be cheating on him." Your mouth dropped open, in total shock. Honestly, you couldn't believe what was happening. How could he?! "You know damn well that Ichijo's house burnt down and that he has nowhere to go! I'm just being a good friend, a concept you are clearly unfamiliar with." "Don't be so judgy, little princess. It's not like any of us are too blind to see how close the two of you are. Where is he anyways? Did he overdose already?" His cruel remarks were just cutting into you, and you got up. Because he was physically stronger then you were, you did not risk a fight. So instead, you decided to skip school for the rest of the day, but you didn't wanted to give Shoto the feeling like you were running with your tail between your legs. "I wonder how you're going to be feeling at the end of the school year when you're forced to repeat a year, or worse, with your poor grades. I'm so sorry you don't have a friend who can help you anymore." You smiled just as mean as he did, and walked away as he glared angrily at you.

[alifitoc]

The Story of Barnaby Michaels - Part 1 of 2

Synopsis: The story of a traumatized, sociopathic, 26 year old law school grad Content warning: Murder, Mentions of Suicide, References to Pedophilia, Descriptions of violent acts, guns Word count: 1.3k

If there is one thing I have found that man does best, it is lie. To cheat and to steal, to put up facades and to obscure, that is the nature of the men I have seen, and undoubtedly will continue to be the nature of all men I do see. I myself am no exception.

My name is Barnaby Michaels, I am 26, and for all intents and purposes I am not a good man. Far from it, I am a manipulator, a cheat, a hack, a scoundrel, some people might even dare to call me “evil”. Though I pay no mind to it. To me it is all just what I am. Besides, we’re all like this, it’s just some choose to run from it, while others, like myself, embrace it.

I cling to my selfishness for no other reason than the fact that it is what has worked for the 26 years I have been alive. All four of my grandparents died before I was born so I had no elderly to listen to, I am an only child, so I had no brothers and sisters to collude with, and both of my parents were dead before I even turned 16. A shot to the head both times. Though my father preferred a shotgun over a revolver.

Now here I am. What do I do you ask? Well, after the violent and noisy deaths of my two heaven appointed – though now hell residing – guardians, I managed, somehow or other to finish high school, a year early at that, though of course I conscripted the help of a few notes outside of the standard curriculum. After that, to the shock of no one I’m sure, I resolved to become a lawyer. Like a moth to napalm.

So, I continued on my path towards the courts, utilizing much the same methods I used in highschool, and somehow always succeeding. Perhaps the devil is kinder to his patrons than god is to his servants. Lucifer may have beguiled some mortal men to sign over their souls but good old padre in the kingdom above has committed mass genocide as a reset button. Anyhow, after a good few years in a place filled with supposed adults, writing paper after paper, case study after case study, I got my license to practice.

It's been a year since then and while I don’t appreciate having to lick up to the dirty boots of the senior partners, as a first year there’s not much I can do. To pass the time, and to stop myself from committing mass assault, I commit murder.

Now, how pray tell does a 20 something, sociopath with a full-time white-collar job commit murder? Well, with the internet anything is possible. I simply go on to a variety of discord dating servers, under my false alias “Alice06uwu” and start playing the part of an underaged girl looking for “friends”. Eventually, one of these “friends” will come sliding into my DMs and from there it’s just a matter of time. All I have to do is type the proverbial phrase “do u want to meet up lol” and much like Eve when she saw the apple, they take the bite.

My first was a man named Kevin. He was 35, a typical age for someone with his “proclivities”, had black curly hair and was borderline obese. I told him that I had left the door open so that he could just waltz right in. I also assured him that my “parents” weren’t home at the time.

Sure enough he came wandering in.

“Alice, you there?” he said with a gleeful tint of joy in his speech.

I was behind him, wearing all black and hidden within the darkness of the lamp that I decided not to turn on. I saw him, with his green cargo pants and his black T-shirt that had some Japanese text written on the back. His shoes were beaten black and white sneakers, and his glasses square with thick green rims. He disgusted me, and so I attacked.

With a crowbar in hand I struck his temple from behind, Immediately he was on the floor. My strike left a minor gash in the back of his head where it oozed dark red. He was out, but not permanently. It sent shivers down my spine, my eyes widened, and my whole body was jittery, it felt as if my skeleton was jumping from within.

Is this what true excitement feels like? I thought to myself.

Usually, my mind is pretty calm and emotions are subdued, can’t feel much when you’ve lived a life like mine. But, finally at that moment, I felt a truly unimaginable thrill waft through my whole being. But, I had no time to reminisce about my new self-discoveries, and so I took some zip ties, rope for good measure, a blindfold, a chair, some tape, and got to work.

After 12 minutes and 32 seconds Kevin woke up.

He struggled against the steel chair, his tied-up arms writhing, and fists clinched. Unable to break free his feet then tried their hardest to push against the hemp, ultimately though he was only able to bounce the chair around a few inches. Back and forth he went, etching skid marks on the concrete floor below. With his mouth taped shut I was still able to hear his cries for help, but eventually after a few more minutes of this pointless exertion, he and all 250 plus pounds of blubber tired themselves out. Then there was silence.

I approached and placed my hand on the duct tape.

A quick tear, and then a violent scream followed.

“AAAH” He screeched.

Then the sound of his paradoxical breath filled the garage.

“Who are you? what do you want?” He shouted.

I remained silent. Though within me was an orchestra of exhilaration, it took all that I had at the time to hold myself to no words.

“Please, I’m sorry for being a creep, was she your daughter?”

His voice sounded like a grinder sawing through metal, its twang invoked within me terribly violent urges that ruined the elation I was previously feeling.

“I swear man, I wasn’t thinking straight, Alice invited me here, I wasn’t thinking of doing any weird shit I sw-”

“Shut the fuck up”, I interjected.

He froze with a slight yelp.

“Your voice is so fucking annoying that it’s ruined everything” I said with a low voice.

“What do you mean…Ruined?”

I circled behind him with my revolver in my hand. Much like mothers’ it was small, with an oak wood grip and a bright silver barrel. I placed it behind the wound made by my crowbar just a half hour ago and I cocked the hammer.

Click

Upon hearing this Kevin immediately squealed and began pleading.

“No, Please No”

“You gotta understand I’m not right in the head”

“I’m sick, I need to be locked up, in an insane asylum, in a ward”

I rested the muzzle to the back of his head.

“No no no no no, please”

“Just report me to the police please, there’s no need to do this”

“I don’t know why you’re doing all of this but I’m sorry man, I should have known better I-.”

Again I chimed in, unable to contain my irritation.

“Your voice is annoying, shut the fuck up”

He went mute immediately, before whispering to himself.

Seeing this, I decided enough was enough. My momentary joy had just been ruined by this idiotic pedophiles’ rambling, and I could not take it any longer. I shoved the gun into the cut, causing him to wince in pain.

I waited for a moment, after which he began sobbing. Tears flowed down his face, I could hear him choking down phlegm and snot. Within me a strange combination of satisfaction and extreme annoyance welled. I laid my finger on the trigger, while his face was covered in his own snot and tears, his feet and arms trembling, and his teeth and fists clenched, causing crimson to pour from his gums and palms. I put my earplugs in, before finally.

BANG

To which his body went limp, and all was quiet.

[not-bcring]

In a scene a near picture perfect copy of the one that came before, Kazuichi was nestled under a pile of blankets on their bed, the muffled sounds of a ratchet wrench clicking as it was turned keeping idle hands busy to avoid falling deeper into the pit he had dug for himself. He knew it was Kokichi coming through the door, it was impossible not to, Gundham's boots sounded too much like his dad's, the sound of them against the floors etched into his mind no matter how hard he tried to forget.

"...Hey Kichi? Do...do you actually think I'm...that I'm pathetic?" It was a stupid question and he knew it, of course Kokichi didn't, and even if he did, it clearly wasn't a deal breaker between the three of them. Still, it was one of those days where Kaz couldn't help but feel that Kokichi and Gundham deserved better, that he was a pathetic failure of a man who could only cause problems when he wanted so badly to fix them. His projects often ended in failure after all, he wasn't giving himself enough credit, too blinded by his own self hatred. It didn't matter if he could make a toy rocket ship out of an alarm clock, or put an engine on anything he put his mind to, too many of his projects ended in fire to be considered anything but a failure. Some days he didn't even know how he got into the school.

Some days...he felt his dad was right about him...

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Sometimes Kokichi wonders how often Kaz would do things like this before they started dating. Briefly he had considered asking Gundham; if anyone could offer insight into the mechanic’s mind, it would be him. But that felt like a strange breach of privacy. Like- cheating somehow. If Kokichi wanted to know something so intimate about Kazuichi, he’d have to figure it out himself. Or, in this case, be stuck wondering because any conclusion he comes to feels like it can’t be trusted. Infuriating as it may be to be stuck between the only TWO choices.

Does his company keep these bouts of self-imposed isolation and doubt at bay ( not entirely, but still ) … or is he only hurting more than he’s helping? Kokichi knows which one he’s more inclined to believe. And which one he hopes is true. But in the scheme of things, it hardly makes a difference. Kaz doesn’t seem like he’ll be leaving any time soon and Kokichi has been forced to face that. So, all he can do now is his best…

With that sobering thought, Kokichi closes the door behind him. It clicks with far less force than usual, a betrayal of his guilt-infested worry. Sucking in a shaky but silent breath, Kokichi wracks his mind to figure out when was the last time he joked with Kaz in THAT way. He can’t recall anything too recent… Grimacing at a sour taste in his mouth, Kokichi chastises himself for having to think about it at all. That’s part of the issue, isn’t it? If he wasn’t making those types of jokes, Kazuichi wouldn’t be thinking this way. Kokichi hadn’t thought they were being taken seriously. He’d grown careless. Complacent in his belief that Kaz KNEW he cares.

❝  Hey... Wanna hear a secret?  ❞  Crawling onto the bed, he lightly bounces in place when he reaches where Kazuichi’s head should be, trying to give his boyfriend a small jostle. Flopping onto his stomach, he burrows his head into the pile of blankets, seeking out his partner.  ❝  Okay, so— This HAS to stay between us. You tell anyone I said this and I’m gonna deny it.  ❞  Tone is remarkably casual for the situation, the jagged rocks of anxiety tearing Kokichi’s stomach apart masterfully hidden. Shuffling himself forward, he whispers close enough to Kaz’s ear for his breath to tickle,  ❝  I think... Icy might actually have a dick. I know. Insane, right? But just trust me on this... and—  ❞  

Leaning even closer, hot breath invades as lips playfully brush against Kaz’s ear,  ❝  It might be HUGE.  ❞  Leaning back, he allows a moment for that ‘ shocking revelation ’ to sink in, head nodding and impish grin on his face promising a point to his tangent.  ❝  That’s why it’s so much fun to say he’s a dickless virgin. Because he’s so NOT dickless, it’s hilarious... It’s called irony and it’s what keeps a tongue sharp as a sword. Y’know?  ❞  Brushing a strand of hair out of Kazuichi’s face, tone softens alongside his expression,  ❝  ... Kinda like- when there’s a guy... Who is so fuckin’ incredible, so... so amazing.... You can’t even believe it.  ❞

❝  The kinda guy you wish you could be like... Well- Heh...  ❞  Chuckling with a half-hearted shrug, expression is honest even if his words are layered in wariness,  ❝  I dunno about you, but I’d probably call him a wet napkin.  ❞  Or pathetic.   「 ☆ 」 

[shxdowsofombra]

Talking to David

[Grace]

Grace had been trying very hard to remember things. But with her dad home, Stiles, and their son, it was starting to be a lot. She seemed to be told everything except what was going on in rehab and there was only one person who seemed to know about that so she went there. She followed the directions Hallie gave her and knocked on the door of his house.

[David]

David was at home watching DJ when he heard a knock at his door. He got up and went over to see who it was. He smiled before opening the door. “Hey Grace, haven’t seen you in a while. Come on in.”

[Grace]

Grace smiled as the door opened and saw the boy standing there, “Uh…David right? Sorry, Hallie said you could help me remember things so I was hoping I could ask you a few questions.”

[David]

“Yeah, she told me about what happened. I can try my best to fill you in of course.” He tells her before moving to the side so that she could come in. 

[Grace]

She walked inside and smiled as she looked around. “So this is your place? Do you and Hallie live here?” She asked before moving to sit down.

[David]

“Yeah…well I mean she did until I told her she shouldn’t go back to school because they will bully her again. She broke up with me because of it.” He says. “She will see I am telling the truth.” 

[Grace]

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know that.” She said as she looked at him. “Um so we met at rehab? Did you know I was actually me? Stiles told me my mom put me under a different name so they couldn’t find me.”

[David]

“Yeah we met at rehab. No, I didn’t know who you were. We did sleep together once I believe but then we decided we were better as friends. Stiles still found you somehow to try to visit you every day. Your father came by a few times as well.”

[Grace]

“Oh…I didn’t…I didn’t know that.” She blushed before nodding. “Well…did you know why I was there or no? I can’t remember anything from rehab, I mean I can’t remember anything at all but rehab seems to be the only thing people don’t talk about with me.”

[David]

“You had a drinking and drug problem. You started to lose yourself after you realized what happened to your mother as well as finding out your brother ran away. Your first sponsor was

trying to take advantage of you and slipped you drugs until Stiles found out. You tried everything you could to get Stiles to leave, you even faked cheating on him. The rest I think you would have to ask him?”

[Grace]

“I…” She trailed off as she nodded. “Well that is…sorry that’s a lot to process.” She said as she looked at her hands. “Why were you there, if you don’t mind me asking?”

[David]

“I had the same thing. Drug and alcohol problem.” He tells her before hearing DJ crying. “Hold on, he is probably hungry.” David says before going over and picking up DJ and grabbing a bottle. 

[Grace]

“Oh okay.” She said before hearing the baby crying. She smiled as she saw DJ and looked at David. “I didn’t know you had a child…I mean I am sure I do, but is he Hallie’s?”

[David]

“Yes, Hallie and I had DJ a little bit after you set us both up with each other.” He tells her. “We have been raising him together until well…she left…but we have split custody so there is that.” 

[Grace]

“I feel like I’m asking all the wrong questions. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Grace said as she pushed her hair behind her ear. “Um, were you happy that I set you up with her? I mean did I at least get that right?” She asked, slightly joking.

[David]

“It’s okay. Yeah you did a pretty good job of setting us up. We connected immediately. I think you are good at that part. Setting people up with each other.” He tells her as he starts to feed DJ. 

[Grace]

“I am pretty sure you are the only person I have set up, so I don’t know if I’m good at it, but it makes me happy to know it worked out.” She says. “Is the rehab far from here?”

[David]

“I don’t think so…it’s been a while since we were there so I don’t really remember off the top of my head. Why? Were you planning on visiting there too?” He asks. 

[Grace]

“Yeah, probably go to a meeting. I didn’t know I was…I’ve had a few drinks and I don’t want to ruin the progress I made when my memories come back. I just wanted to know where it was and asking Stiles or my father feels like it will lead to a really big conversation I’m not ready for.”

[David]

“Well just be careful if you do go back there. They might try to get you hooked again so you have to pay more money there. They know who you are now, probably. So I don’t know how well that would go over since you know people talk around here a lot.” 

[Grace]

“Yeah that I have noticed. It seems they have nothing better to do than to just talk about other people. But, it feels like the right thing to do. Going to a meeting…I don’t know maybe I’m being dramatic but I think I would do that if I had my memories.”

[David]

“Well if you had your memories you wouldn’t have had those few drinks to be fair. I suppose if you want someone to go with you to make sure nothing happens I can always go with you. I am sure Hallie would be fine watching DJ.” 

[Grace] 

“Won’t they just take advantage of you too?” She asked. “I don’t want to cause anymore problems for anyone and all I seem to do is cause problems. I can just wait for you to talk to her if that’s better?”

[David]

“No, I have been sober a lot longer than you have and I have a kid now so there is no way I would cave to that stuff.” He tells her. “Yeah, she is supposed to pick up DJ later tonight actually so we can go tomorrow morning if you like?” 

[Grace] 

“I can try, getting away from Stiles and my dad is…I will be here.” She said before standing up. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I wish I could repay you, but I don’t know how.” 

[David]

“You don’t have to repay me for anything. You helped me get out of a dark place at the time so this is me paying it forward.” He smiles. “So how have things between you and Stiles been? I mean have you both found out a way to try to trigger those memories back?” 

[Grace] 

She smiled at his words before hearing his question, “Um we are okay. It’s weird I guess for both of us. The last thing I remember is he was dating my brother and the last time he saw me I was his wife so…you know. But he is being patient, which is really kind. And I think it’s sweet he doesn’t want to cheat on me with me. It’s nice to know he still cares.”

[David]

“Oh I remember you telling me about that too. Hm…he does have a lot of patience. He had a lot when you were in rehab too. You kept trying to send him away and he kept coming back. That is a lot of dedication for sure.” He tells her before noticing DJ starting to fall asleep so he puts him back into his bed. “He was definitely more than whipped for you, if you hadn’t told me about the brother thing I would have had no idea that was a thing.” 

[Grace]

“That’s good to know.” She says as she listens to his words. “I think it’s just the way I am now, I bring up a lot of bad memories for him. And my dad. They both act like they are fine, but they are horrible liars. Which I guess is a good thing.”

[David]

“I mean you had been through a lot so it would make sense that having to relive those might be a bit traumatizing. At least you know when to call their bluff. That can be very helpful when it comes to who took the last cookie from the cookie jar.” He jokes. 

[Grace]

“Yeah I guess.” She laughed. “Just one last question, you are…you were with Hallie and Hope doesn’t like you, and you are alive? I mean I’m only asking because I have recently been explained the long list of things Hope and Zach have done because they hate me and it seems you are fine. I mean you are fine right?”

[David]

“Well for one I never messed with their family since I know they are vengeful and will do anything to balance the scales. Once they are balanced though I have heard you are in the clear. I also am Hallie’s imprint so they can’t really kill me without also killing their daughter.” He tells her.

“Besides, if they hated you before, seeing you without your memories probably makes them feel like things are even so you shouldn’t have many problems with them. It’s mostly Hope just really not liking her brother so…they were always known to constantly fight from what you had told us.” 

[Grace]

“What a lovely family to marry into.” Grace said before nodding. “Hm Hope is also not a very good liar. She hurts people when she is hurt. She doesn’t handle that very well.” She said softly before looking at David. “If you are her imprint I am sure you will get back together then.”

[David]

“Yeah I know. That is why I am not worrying too much about the break up. I know that she will come back and see that I was correct. She can be stubborn just like Hope so I just have to wait.” He tells her. “It’s best to stay away from her when she is hurt. If you let Zach handle it then you don’t have to worry about being on their bad side or anything like that.” 

[Grace]

“I don’t have my memories but something tells me if someone were to hurt Hope, it’s not Hope they would have to worry about.” She said smiling. “It’s good to see her happy though, she wasn’t the last time I saw her. Well…in my memories I mean. Anyway I probably should go before Hallie gets here.”

[David]

“Yeah, it’s definitely Zach you would need to worry about. He is very protective of her after everything that has happened of course.” He tells her. “Right, yeah should I meet you at your place or did you want to meet here tomorrow?” 

[Grace] 

“No, I will meet you here. It will be much easier to get to the rehab without having to explain to them where I am going.” She told him. “Thank you again, for explaining things and going with me tomorrow. I do appreciate it. Maybe I can also talk to Hallie? She was really kind to me this morning so I can always try.”

[David]

“Okay sounds like a plan.” He says. “Yeah if you want to talk to her you can. I am sure she is tired of me by now anyway. It would be nice to see another face I am sure.” He tells her. 

[Grace]

“I don’t think that’s it. I doubt she’s tired of you, she probably doesn’t like to be told what to do. And she is her parents' daughter so you should have figured she would be like them in some way.” She joked.

[David]

“I mean that is very true. But you would think that Henry was definitely not their kid though. He seems more logical than both of them. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was Misty and Nibs’ kid.” He jokes. 

[Grace]

Grace smiled, “Well I think I told Stiles that last night. I don’t really see him as Nibs’ son. But maybe there’s a side of them we haven’t seen yet.” She replied. “I’m going to go, thanks again though.” Grace says as she walks past him.

[David]

“That is true, there are a lot of things we still don’t know about just everyone in general. You learn something new everyday.” He tells her before walking her back to the door and opening it for her. 

[Grace]

“See you tomorrow morning.” She smiled before leaving to walk back to the cabin.

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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[ladyanput]

Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

____

The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

___

The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

____

It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

____

This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

____

You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

[allthingsfangirl101]

*What Cheaters Deserve-Zac Efron

Warnings: cheating husband, affair, unprotected sex, language

One day, you think your life is happy and you are in the perfect marriage. The next day, you find out he's been sleeping with his secretary behind your back.

"Y/N, please. Can't we talk about this?"

"Talk?" I scoffed. "You want to talk about how you've been having an affair?"

"I just want to explain," he stuttered.

"As far as I'm concerned, there isn't much for you to explain."

"Y/N, please. . ."

"No!" I yelled. "I don't want to talk about how for the last year, you've been screwing your secretary instead of your wife!"

"Y/N. . ."

"We're done," I cut him off. "Get the hell out!"

I had to physically push him out the front door. I grabbed the suitcase I packed for him while he was at work and threw it onto the front lawn.

"Oh," I said, making him turn around. "Keep an eye out for divorce papers, you piece of shit!"

                                * * * * *

I was angrily cleaning out his shed full of crap when I heard our neighbor coming home. We lived next to Zac Efron, the famous actor. We haven't had that many interactions with him; just the occasional wave and 'good morning'.

"Shit!" I yelled. I looked down to see my husband's old useless backhoe had cut me.

How fitting.

"You okay?"

I glanced over my shoulder to see Zac jogging towards me. He gently grabbed my hand, pulling it closer to him.

"We should get this covered before it gets infected. Is Jack home?"

"No," I said, trying not to sound weird. By the look on his face, I could tell I didn't hide it well.

"Okay," he said, clearing his throat. Still holding my hand, Zac wrapped his other arm around my waist and led me through the garage, into my house. He sat me down at the kitchen table and grabbed a towel.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" He asked, his voice gentle.

"It's in the bathroom," I said, not looking up from my hand.

"Okay," he said gently. "Stay right here. I'll go grab it."

He hesitated before heading to the bathroom. Tears filled my eyes as I could hear him looking for the first aid kit. As I thought about how Zac didn't hesitate to take care of me, it got harder to hide my emotions.

I took a shaky breath when I heard him come back into the room. Zac set the first aid kit on the table and knelt in front of me. We didn't say anything as he cleaned the cut and put a bandage on it.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he started putting things back in the first aid kit.

"Jake's having an affair."

I looked up, biting my lip to stop the tears when he looked at me with his jaw clenched.

"He's cheating on you?" He asked through his teeth.

Hearing someone else say it out loud made me break. I covered my mouth to try and stifle the sob. Zac ran over and knelt next to me, instantly pulling me into his chest. He held me as I cried, letting me sob into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"I just. . . I don't know what to do," I said between sobs. "We've been together since high school. He's the only guy I've. . . He's the only guy I've ever been with."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Zac whispered as he tightened his arms around me. "But if it makes you feel better, I know you're going to be just fine."

"No, I'm not," I said as I pulled out of his embrace. I stood up and started pacing back and forth, my hands shaking.

"I haven't worked since college. Besides, what am I supposed to do with an art history degree? I can't pay for this house and groceries on my own. I mean. . . I'll get some money in the divorce but if I get the house, I probably won't get much. I can start looking for a job but who is going to hire someone who's never worked. I can't do this, Zac."

My knees gave out and I would've fallen if he hadn't caught me. He wrapped his arms around me, supporting my weight. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair.

"What do I do?" I asked, my voice breaking. "What if there's a problem with the house? I can't fix it."

Zac leaned out of the hug and smiled down at me. "Then you call your neighbor and he'll come be your personal handyman."

"You'd do that for me?" I asked, my voice getting stuck in my throat.

"Of course," he shrugged. "You need anything, day or night, you let me know and I'll come running."

"Really?" I asked. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering for only a second. "I really appreciate that, Zac," I said, my cheeks burning.

"If it were up to me," he smirked, "I'd grab a few of my buddies, find that cheating bastard, and we'd have some fun."

"Just don't tell me you did it," I said, smiling for the first time since I found out. "I can't be your alibi if I know where you really were."

                                * * * * *

I looked around the attic, my stomach doing flips. If I went through this by myself, it would take forever. I bit my bottom lip when I got an idea. I hesitated before grabbing my phone and calling him.

"Hey," I said when he answered. "You still up for playing handyman?"

"I'll be there in five," he chuckled before hanging up.

While I waited for him to come over, I started forming some of the boxes. I bit back a smile when I heard the front door open.

"Y/N?" Zac called up. "You here?"

"I'm in the attic," I called back. I heard him laugh before he started jogging up the steps. I turned around and giggled when I saw his eyes widen.

"I know," I sighed. "It's bad. This is what happens when you allow your husband to keep every little thing over the years."

"Oh boy," he chuckled. "Promise me that if you ever catch me getting this bad, you'll slap me in the face."

"You got it," I giggled. I cleared my throat as he continued to look around. "You still up for helping me sort through all of this? I know this is probably not what you had in mind when I mentioned having you help me with things around the house, but I promise to pay you for your help. I can't pay you, per se, but I'll buy you pizza. And you can take anything you want."

Zac just laughed as he reached over and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

"You had me at I can take what I want," he chuckled. Suddenly, his smile dropped and he quickly let go of my shoulder. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat.

"So," I said to lighten the sudden tension. "Where should we start?"

We cleaned the attic, throwing basically everything out, as we talked about every little thing we could think of. He told me about a couple of his movies, his favorites that he's done, and his upcoming project with Netflix that's he excited for.

"Can I ask you something?" He hesitated before clarifying, "About Jack's affair?"

"Sure," I stuttered.

"How'd you find out about it?"

"He wasn't the one who told me, even though that would've been the right thing to do," I scoffed. "Instead, his secretary came over and confessed that they were sleeping together."

"He was cheating on you with his secretary?" He asked, sounding a little strange.

"Here's the real kicker," I sighed, fixing my ponytail. "She got pregnant."

"What?" He asked through his teeth.

"When she found out, she didn't want to keep sneaking around anymore. She tried to get him to talk to me and tell me about her and the baby, but he refused. So she took it into her own hands." I sat on the nearby couch, my hands starting to shake again. "She came over and told me everything. She apologized and explained how she wanted to tell me when it first started but he. . . Didn't."

"That's horrible," he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that."

"Here I was thinking he loved me," I scoffed as I stood back up. I walked over to a box and started going through it as I continued to vent. "But clearly I wasn't good enough for him or smart enough or sexy enough or. . ."

"Just because he cheated on you, doesn't mean you aren't sexy."

I looked up at him to see his face turning red. "I just meant," he stuttered as he looked away from me.

"Thanks," I whispered, cutting him off.

I held my breath as he put down the old lamp he was holding and walked over to me. He didn't look away from my eyes as he grabbed the baseball glove out of my hand and tossed it to the side. I was breathing heavily as he reached up and cupped my face in his hand, his thumb slightly rubbing my cheek as his other hand slowly reached down and grabbed my waist.

"Any man who cheats on the woman he promised to spend the rest of his life with, deserves a taste of his own medicine."

"What are you. . ."

I gasped when Zac let go of my waist, grabbed my face with that hand, and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was slow as he gave me every chance to break it, but I didn't. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. From the second his lips touched mine, there was something new. Something I've never felt with Jack.

I moaned as Zac let go of my face and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. When he pulled me closer to his chest, I could feel his hardening member push against my thigh. He grunted before starting to grind himself against my leg.

My cardigan started to fall off my shoulders as Zac walked us backward. I gasped into the kiss as he sat down on a chair, pulling me with him. The second I was on his lap, he slid his hands up my thighs. I moaned the higher they went.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered, breaking the kiss. He reached up and tucked my bangs that had fallen out of my ponytail behind my ear. "I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. I just hate the idea of you thinking you aren't good enough because your son of a bitch husband cheated on you."

"Show me," I said, catching him off guard.

"What?" He stuttered. I smirked down at him as I let my cardigan fall off my shoulders.

"Show me that I'm good enough."

Zac's lips lifted into a smirk as he reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me back down to him. As our lips moved in sync, he let go of my face and placed his hands delicately on my knees. I moaned against his lips as Zac's hands slid higher up my thighs sneaking under my dress.

"Do it," I encouraged him. "Take them off."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled darkly. I gasped when I heard the sound of fabric ripping.

"Oops," he teased.

"I don't care," I said as I reached down and undid his jeans.

Zac lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his jeans and boxers down to his knees. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his, not being able to resist looking down at him.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath when I saw how big he was.

"Like what you see?" He smirked. I looked up at him and nervously bit my bottom lip. "What is it, gorgeous?" He asked, his eyes softening.

"I want. . . I wanna do something I've never done before. Not even with Jack. I just. . . I don't know if it's something you're going to want," I stuttered. "I mean, Jack was the only guy I ever slept with and he never wanted to wave his control so I never got the chance to. . ."

"Y/N," he gently cut me off. "What do you want to do?"

I played with the collar of his shirt, struggling to get it out. Catching on to my hesitation, he lifted my chin with his finger. When I looked up, there wasn't an ounce of judgment in his eyes.

"Tell me," he gently pushed.

"I want to be on top," I finally got out. "Jack never let me take the lead whenever we. . . I want to ride you."

Embarrassment washed over me as I could barely get out what I wanted to do with him. I shook my head and started to climb off his lap, but he grabbed me and held me against his chest.

"Go for it, gorgeous."

"Really?" I stuttered.

"It's okay, baby," he said gently. "Take control. Take all of it. As long as you want it. And then when you're ready, I'll take over."

I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as he grabbed my hips and positioned me over him. He looked back up at me, his eyes genuine. I bit back my smirk when I felt him kick off his pants.

"Whenever you're ready, gorgeous," he whispered.

I brought my hips roughly down to his before I could change my mind. As he slipped into me, Zac leaned his head back and moaned. Even though I've never ridden a guy like this, his moans and swearing let me know I was doing it right.

"Holy shit, baby," he moaned. "Why the fuck did he never let you do this?"

"Is it really. . . Do you. . ." I stuttered between moans. The pressure of me being on top was unlike anything I've ever felt.

"You're doing great, babe," he moaned. "Keep going."

As I continued to ride him, our moans fell in sync. His hands tightly massaged my thighs as he helped guide me to where felt best for him.

"You know," he stuttered between moans, "aren't we cheating on Jack?"

"I don't think it's considered cheating when the divorce papers are signed," I moaned as I pulled my hips away just to bring them back down onto him harder.

"He signed them?" He asked between grunts.

"I hope so," I said before pressing my lips to his. Zac smirked into the kiss as he gripped my hips, moving me rougher against him.

"If he didn't," he said through his teeth, "I'll forge them."

I gasped as he stood up, slipping out of me in the process. He kept my legs wrapped around him and continued to move our lips in sync as he walked us over to the couch. We both grunted as he laid us down. As soon as we hit the couch cushion, he grabbed my dress and pulled it off of my body. I quickly reached up and pulled off his shirt, both of us eager to go full out.

As our lips moved hungrily in sync, he reached under me and unhooked my bra. I moaned as he roughly tore it off of me. I gasped as he broke the kiss and looked down at me, taking in my naked body. The longer he stared at me, the more embarrassed I got.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he finally looked up. The look of lust in his eyes was something I've never seen before. It was like he was hungry and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.

I've never had a guy look at me the way Zac was looking at me now. Jack never looked at me like I was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed. Not even on our wedding night.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Zac whispered, his voice coming out deep and almost strained. "He's an asshole for not realizing what an incredible woman he had. But I'm not. I'm going to appreciate you and your body the way he should've."

I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine. Our moans bounced off the attic walls as he immediately pushed himself into me, our lips moving messily in sync. Our tongues fought for dominance as he pressed against my g-spot. I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt him pulse in and out of me.

"Moan for me, gorgeous," he grunted against my lips. "I want to hear you scream my name."

"Zac," I started to say but cut myself off with a loud moan when he swiftly pulled out of me.

"Louder," he said through his teeth. When he pushed back into me, it was rough and sharp.

"Oh, Zac!" My voice echoed off the walls as he pressed firmly against my g-spot and nibbled on my neck. I felt him smirk against my skin as he continued to press against my delicate spot.

"Zac," I moaned. "Harder, babe. Please."

"Anything for you, gorgeous," he grunted before fulfilling my request.

The longer he was inside me, the more my orgasm built. Zac was rough and gentle at the same time. He never crossed a line that made me uncomfortable. With every movement, every thrust, every moan, he was telling me that I was good enough.

Something Jack never even said with words.

We let out simultaneous moans as we reached our peaks. I took a shaky breath as Zac slowly pulled out of me. He hesitated before rolling to the side, pulling me into his chest. I smiled, my eyes fluttering closed as he rubbed my back.

                                * * * * *

I woke up when I felt someone tightened their arm around me. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was. The memories replayed and it made my toes curl just thinking about what we did last night.

I bit back a moan when I felt Zac slowly slid his hand up my stomach until he got to my breast. I continued to chew on my bottom lip as his big hand wrapped around my boob, squeezing it firmly. As he continued to massage my bare breast, I felt him start to harden against my ass.

"Fuck," I gasped out, earning a deep chuckle from him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his morning voice giving me goosebumps.

"Morning," I moaned, pressing myself back into his chest. He sat up, not moving his hand as he leaned down and kissed my shoulder.

"That was. . ." I cleared my throat, struggling to hold in a moan as his tongue dragged up my neck.

He rolled us over so he was hovering over me. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as our lips moved in sync. He was about to remove his hand from my breast, but I quickly put mine on top to keep him from letting go. He moaned against my lips as we massaged my breast together.

"Zac," I moaned against his lips.

"Yes, gorgeous?" He moved his lips to my neck, slightly biting my skin.

"Do you. . . Should we. . ."

"You want to go again?" He teased.

"Oh baby," I moaned. "I don't think I have the strength to go this early."

He just hummed, laughing as he squeezed my bare breast again. "Then why don't I make you breakfast and we can get our strength up?"

"Sounds like a plan."

We stood up and slowly got dressed. I looked around the attic and chuckled when I realized we didn't get much work done yesterday.

I gasped when Zac wrapped his arms around me from behind. He leaned down and started kissing my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot under my ear.

"That bastard doesn't know what he's missing," he whispered in my ear.

"To give him the benefit of the doubt, we've never done it in the attic. Or that rough. Or in those positions. He was never very adventurous."

"Don't," he said, turning me around making me gasp.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Don't give him the benefit of the doubt, Y/N," Zac said through his teeth. "He doesn't deserve it. Just like he doesn't deserve you."

[alsmp-headcanons]

So I know I said I’d write something but school (derogatory) killed my motivation so instead take how I think the afterlifers got corrupted in the Corrupted Paradise au (the ones I know anyway)

Gem is presented with an offer of power. Xornoth tells her that if she accepts their deal she’ll be able to protect her village better than ever before, and no one will call her paranoid again. She’s not fully convinced until they say she’ll be more powerful than the illager that keeps trying to enter her village.

And so, Gem falls to the corruption.

~

Fwhip was laughably easy in comparison. He already had power in spades, but all it took was two little sentences.

“I have already convinced the villager. Join me, and you can be siblings again.”

And so, Fwhip falls to the corruption.

~

Lizzie does not understand a word Xornoth says. Her common’s already pretty shakey and the distortion doesn’t help. They start to think it may be a challenge to corrupt her… until she just starts to straight up eat it.

And so, Lizzie falls to the corruption.

~

Joel can actually see Xornoth this time, which makes things easier. They simply promise him a chance to find living relatives. He has Sausage as an adoptive dad, but the thought of others is tempting. Xornoth was made of the fire and obsidian, just as he is, and has connections. They just need a bit of help before they have the time to search.

And so, Joel falls to the corruption.

~

Joey was harder than expected. They planned to walk in, flirt a bit, and then leave again with a new minion, but it didn’t work at all! Eventually they learn about the incident with Mika, Shrub, and the third person I may or may not have forgotten, and say that no one will leave him behind again.

And so, Joey falls to the corruption.

~

The first time Xornoth tried to approach Shrub she hissed at them and threw stuff until they left again. Which, if you swapped this hissing for growling, wouldn’t have been too far off from E!Shrub. They soon realised the problem, which is that with the whole “fire and lava demon” thing they’re really bright. Their existence was antithetical to hers, but in the end it’s what they use. They were just like her once, they claim. Flinching from light and made of shadows. Until they gained this power, allowing them to wield it so no light would hurt them again. She’s skeptical, but willing to give it a try.

And so, Shubble falls to the corruption.

~

Lauren is tired. Xornoth offers to babysit her chicken kids every once in a while.

And so, Lauren falls to the corruption. And also sleep.

~

Before Xornoth can even open their mouth Scott is attached to them because of all the light they radiate. They’re slightly put out because they wanted to fight at least some version of their brother where they were guaranteed a win, but oh well.

And so, Scott falls to the corruption.

~

Sausage fights back, refusing to join Xornoth. He’s an angel, he will never work for a demon. They try to use Joel to get to him, and when that doesn’t work they try forcibly corrupting him.

None of it works. It makes sense, in a way. Pearl was always the one who could fight off Xornoth the best, not losing until they cheated, so obviously her angel would do the same. Doesn’t make it any less annoying.

Luckily a resistance to corruption does not mean a resistance to blunt force trauma.

And so, Sausage falls to unconscious. But his mind is free.

~

So yeah that’s everyone I watch or have some idea of! Characterisation may not be consistent but oh well lol

-🦊

OK THIS????? IS SO COOL??? I LOVE???

I love these so much thank you,,,

Also Scott’s made me snort.

Xornoth: Our battle with be legendar-

Scott: Shut up lava lamp man let me sleep on you.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Appointment Scheduled

Summary- 2.7k Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Since that night at your parents, you haven't been to see Ransom. Not that he wasn't always on your mind. But you continue to defend your 'FWB' term that is all he is. Ransom gets tired of receiving physical silence from you.

So he made himself an appointment.

Warnings- somewhat mad mean Ransom, reader in denial of her feelings, some in the office over the desk sex. This is a cheater fic, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend and Ransom is encouraging this. Please if this bothers you, do not read it.

A/N- another self-indulgent fic featuring these two? Yes please, it's what I wanted, so it's what I wrote. As always, thank you for reading, comments and reblogging. You all have to thank @sagechanoafterdark for Ellie showing up in the story. We were talking that the reader needs a best friend who is like "Duh, you two are meant to be, it is so obvious." to our reader.

Masterlist

“Ellie no I haven't seen him since my dad's birthday party. I mean a few messages here and there, but nothing more about meeting up.”

You hear your best friend scoff on the other line. She was your confidante, your tried and true, better or worse, the bitch who will help you bury the body friend.

She also lacked sugar coating anything.

“Well, you two are just dumb. One of you has to open that line of conversation, might as well be you.”

You hit the button to the lift, sighing into the phone as you watched the numbers ding. “I don’t know what conversation you are talking about El.”

“Uh, the one where you two have been in love with each other since basically middle school? The one where whenever you feel lonely, that's the man you call? Or how about the one how he runs to you whenever you even put out a HINT that you might need him? That one Y/N.”

“We are just fuck buddies-”

“Really good, rock your world, the best sex and head you’ve ever gotten, buddy. Right?” Ellie’s tone is dripping with sarcasm now and you pinch your nose in aggravation while stepping onto the elevator.

“Exactly like that.” You go a bit quiet. “Listen, I’m at work, so talk later, okay?”

“Sure, I miss you. I wish you would move back to the city.” Ellie softened her tone a bit. “Girls weekend soon? I love you.”

“I love you too and of course!” You hit the end button and stuff it in your bag, staying quiet the rest of the ride up.

Working as a lawyer's assistant wasn’t too bad. Although it's often said couples shouldn't work together, you hardly saw Neil while you were there. He was usually in some kind of pissing match with another DA in the building, which made for some interesting rants from him when he got home.

You dutifully listened, but with little interest. They got old and boring, which was how you were feeling in this ‘safe relationship.’

Really you felt something must be fucked up with you. Neil was a good guy, supportive, he didn't have much of a jealous streak, although you wished once in a while he would get a bit riled up about when someone was checking you out when the two of you went out for a date night. Everything was stable in your relationship, aside from the fact you basically were away to Ransom's bed any chance you could.

Then there was Ransom. The man you were able to actually swear yourself off from two years straight and got your life in order.

So you thought. It took one drink and conversation to fall back to where you two were two years ago. Only this time you found him missing him while you were away, thinking about him more.

You opened your office door and propped it open for your boss's clients to come inside and wait, your boss's door opened on the other side. Shaking off your over-the-top feelings going on, you went to pour Johanna's coffee and grab the files for today's cases. She was on the phone, so you just set them down with a small wave of your hand and settled behind the desk to get started transferring her notes into the system.

Ransom though was never far from your mind when you gave your cell the occasional glance.

Lunchtime approached which meant you would meet up with Neil and head to the small cafe on the corner. He would ask you about your work, you would ask him about his. There would be pleasantries shared. You sighed once more to yourself at the thought of it.

Johanna closed her door with a sudden click. You jumped a bit in surprise as she shouldered her handbag. “You okay Dear?” The woman asked kindly and you smiled, brushing it off.

“Caught up in these files.”

“Ah, yes there is a lot with this case. Sorry about all the extra notes. I know it's a tad boring. But take your break, stay out with Neil a little extra. It's a nice day and you've earned it.” She smiled kindly.

“I will be sure to, maybe Neil and I can breeze around the park before returning.” Fat chance… you thought as you smiled kindly at your boss as she took her leave. You picked at your cell phone, working your lip about to message Neil that you would meet him when a rather loud distinctive tone filled the entryway to your and Johanna's office.

“I have a meeting lined up with Johanna Klein, if you could let her assistant know that Ransom Drysdale is here to see her.”

Dropping your cell phone, forgetting about Neil, you rise out of your seat and go to your door, peering out. Ransom is leaning against the desk to the receptionists of the lawyer's offices explaining how it was your lunchtime and you were out of the building.

Ransom’s voice was about to release, you could see him drawing in the air to make himself a bit more imposing at the idea that he wasn’t allowed to see you when his icy orbs lifted from the receptionist to you, a perfect smirk crossing those pale pink lips that could be so soft at the moment while dropping venom just as easily. “She looks like she is available to me.”

The receptionist spun her chair to see you in the doorway. “It’s okay, Johanna booked him as the last one this morning.” You lied while Ransom made his way around the desk to enter your office. The receptionist looked like she was about to say something more when you quickly clicked the door closed and pulled the shade over the frosted glass to keep from anyone seeing the two of you in there.

“What are you doing here Ransom?” You ask yet again, while he was leaning against the desk with his arms folded over his chest.

“I have an appointment. Seems it's the only way to properly see you again.” He pushed up the sleeves of his long sleeves over muscled forearms. You being you, was absolutely unable to take your eyes off that action.

“Well, I’ve been busy and you never made mention of it again.”

“Kitten…” His tone lowered with a warning. “I didn't think I had to imply that you could come over whenever. But if I'm going to have to do it this way from now on.” He pushed off the desk to stalk the small space to you. “Guess that's what I will do. Book my appointments between-” a slight snarl darkened his face, the crease between his eyes deepening as his hand rested in your lower back and pushed you closer to him.

Overwhelmingly closer. His muscles through the shirt flexed under your hands coming to rest on his pecs and his cologne made your mouth water with the familiarity. The scent of bergamot and cedar gave an almost smoky scent, a touch of sweetness with vanilla had you inching closer to Ransom. “- your time with Neil.”

Your eyes flashed angrily at him then, pulling back a bit in his hold. “What does it matter to you, Ransom?”

“It doesn't. Like I told you before Kitten, you and I will never be over.”

“Feels a lot like jealousy to me then.” You spat a bit. “Since we're just this.” You shrugged a bit, now your temper is getting the best of you. “What was it that Ellie said to me this morning. Fuck buddies.”

“Your term, not mine Kitten.” Ransom yanked you in close again, this time his kiss was a lot different than that night in your bedroom. It was harsh and demanding, forcing you to open your mouth to him and swallow his passion. “You know fucking Neil is skating on thin ice, keeping you all the time.” He shoved you roughly against your desk, your hands flying to the paperwork you were working on before and it went flying for the most part. Some of it fisted in your hand as your ass arched out and pressed against Ransom's groin, making you hiss when he jerked your hips further back.

“Neil is technically my-” You started when a hand slapped over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheeks roughly.

All of it was turning you on, making your thighs squeeze together and you breathe harshly through your nose the more excited you got. “Don’t say it Kitten. Not right now, this is my time. Remember. I made an appointment.”

You felt your skirt get rucked up around your hips and Ransom leaned over, his chest pressing into your back as he flushed hot kisses on your neck, a yank to your shirt dragged your shirt over your shoulder. It wasn't gentle kisses, it was deep leave his mark there that was making you tilt your head and push back into him once more while he fumbled with his own pants to yank them open.

“Yes, yes your appointment. Did you miss this pussy?” You purred, mimicking the nickname you had earned. His fingers pushed aside the bit of cotton that was now sticky clinging to your folds and he stroked you with precision, spreading your slick all around till he swirled a finger against your clit.

“Enough to come searching your ass out.” He remarked when you felt his cock take over where his fingers were, thicker, velvet hardness in your soft folds make you mewl while gripping your desk's edge.

It was the right call, as soon as Ransom felt you start to take him, he pressed harder. Making you both hiss, your head falling against your desk as he stretched you open, his cock filling you quickly. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, registering the sting of it when he rutted into you, slamming your hips into the desk suddenly. “Fuck Ransom,” You hissed out and bit your lip to stifle a moan.

“This perfect round ass that is so fuckable.” His hand came against a cheek while his hips slammed into you steadily. Jerking you on the desk. But it all felt so good, the stink of the slap making you tighten around his cock while you gave a yelp in protest.

Again his hand came around your mouth, stuffing fingers in your mouth which you wrapped your lips around and sucked on them, making your eyes roll when you tasted yourself on them. “Shut it Kitten, suck yourself off me like a good girl while I fill this perfect cunt.” Ransom snapped his teeth near your ear. You moaned, trying to confirm that you would, you would do just as he said while he fucked you harshly from behind.

It clouded your mind, forgetting everything you had been stressed about all morning. Ransom's cock pounded into your wanting body like it was all you ever needed. Your smooth walls flexed around him, tightening till you felt the throbbing ridges that dragged and pulled through you.

It wasn't just his cock driving you mindless. It was the grunted words in your ear. “Perfect little clock slut, Kitten you love getting fucked on your desk don’t you?” He hissed in your ear as another drive made you moan incoherent at him. “Just so cock drunk slut, who is too stupid to answer me.” A tongue was dragged on your tongue, kisses right at the hinge of your jaw made you whine and press back against him. He knew that it drove you crazy to feel the flush of his lips along your neck, driving you mindless. “Just my sweet little Kitten taking it so well.”

All you could do was mewl around his fingers stuffed in your mouth, drool escaping from the corners of your stretched lips and dribbling on the paperwork you had crumpled in your fists. Your chest pressed harshly against the desk, making you wheeze under Ransom’s weight. It was smothering, him all over caging you against the furniture, pumping his cock harshly into your core and your mouth stuffed with his fingers keeping you quiet.

It was too much and not enough, cause you still weren't quite there. The heat burned in your belly, wanting to implode you into oblivion. Ransom gritted his teeth as he wedged a hand under you, fingers feeling for your throbbing clit that ached for his touch.

The roll of his fingers made you moan at the tension. The rush made your spine snap and fight against Ransom, which he felt as you squealed in protest, his teeth snapping near you while he sputtered.

“Just fucking cum Kitten, then you can relax. Your boss will be back any time now.” Nearby you glanced at your phone that somehow was still on the table, the time wavering in your sight, as well as some ‘Where are you?’ texts from Neil.

Ransom wanted you to relax and cum, which is what you wanted as well. The numbing release was right there with his help and you let go. The wave was mind blanking. You sagged under Ransom, and he tightened his hold on you as he used you. But you were in bliss as he grunted over you, hot shots of cum filling you while he sagged in relief against you.

Jerks of his cock still quivered your sensitive walls as he took a few last slow pumps into you before he plated his hands against your messy desk and pulled himself up, pulling out of your messy cunt.

“Gonna have to go the rest of the day like that Kitten.” He chuckled as he straightened your panties back in place and pulled your skirt down over your ass. His hand went around your waist and he helped guide you back to a stand to face him. Brushes of his thumbs over your face was an attempt to fix your makeup which made you wince while you rubbed the drool from your chin.

“How bad is it?”

Ransom winced when you asked. “Pretty bad… looks like you've been crying… or got properly fucked. Take your pick.” He said as his hands dropped to pull his pants back in place and zip them back up, the button going back through the loop.

It was unfair that Ransom didn't get completely ruined like you did when this sort of thing happened. You rushed around your desk to grab some wet wipes to wipe the smudged lipstick and mascara off.

‘You know… I never have this problem with Neil.” You muttered and Ransom snapped back as he watched you, leaning down to pick up some of the papers that fell and shuffle them together while you did a quick reapplication so no one would question it.

“Kitten, obviously the man isn't fucking you right then.” A smirk flashed up at you as he handed you your papers and you were quick to tuck them away.

You broke into a small dirty smile, a roll of your eyes playing with him. “Well… you are correct in that Ransom. Now split, Johanna will be back soon.”

“Nope." A pop of the p that made you huff at him. "I have an appointment Y/N.” He swept down into a seat just as Johanna clicked open the door and stepped back in.

“Y/N, did you have a good lunch? I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. But I was told my next client is here.” She glanced towards the corner of the room where Ransom was picking at his sweater. “Mr. Drysdale, come on in with me, please? We will get started.” She smiled warmly as she went around your desk to let herself into her office, Ransom moving to a stand with a chipper.

“Absolutely, thrilled to get started. Y/N here has been a perfect host in the meantime.” He winked at you with a light brush of his fingers along your arm before disappearing into Johanna’s office, the door shutting behind them.

You could only begin to guess what Ransom was up to coming all the way here. Which you would find out later, either from Ransom or Johanna.

Right now you had to deal with standing up Neil, which when you picked up your phone, chewing your lip that you still could taste yourself on from Ransom’s fingers, you read the message.

Y/N, where are you? I have been waiting for an hour for you.

You started to text out your lie of an excuse hoping that this wouldn't be the day it would all blow up in your face.